Random Grab-Bag O’ Thoughts, December 5, 2016 Edition
I talk about Westworld, but it’s spoiler free. Promise.
1. Westworld just aired its season finale. If you haven’t seen it, I strongly urge you to do so. It’s on HBO. If you don’t subscribe to HBO, someone you know has HBO Go. Get their password from them. Ask nicely. Catfish them. Threaten them. I don’t care what you do, just get the damn thing and watch the show. The writing is amazing. There is no such thing as a throwaway line. It’s so tight. I couldn’t write that if you gave me a billion years and a copy of the script. It’s a great example of Chekov’s gun principle: if there is something shown or said on the show, it will be for a reason. The finale pays off in a big way.
A lot of times, I read or see something that’s written on a level I can never achieve, and it’s a little disheartening. Last night, watching it, I felt the exact opposite feeling. I’m fucking grateful that I get to see or read stories I could never create. It’s not about a limitation on my part (maybe a little) but more about the individualism of creation. I can’t do what they did on Westworld, but maybe they can’t create the stories that I do, either. I can live with that.
Anyway, watch Westworld. It’s fantastically written, brilliantly acted (there are a couple exceptions, but not everyone can be Rachel Evan Wood or Anthony Hopkins), gorgeously shot, amazingly edited – seriously, the editing work on here is on a whole other level – and worthy of every theory you can come up with. Even though I’d guessed a lot about what was happening, the season finale still managed to surprise me. I knew what was going on, but I had no idea where the ride was going. I haven’t been that satisfied by a season/finale ending since Parks & Recreation (best series finale EVAR, if you do not agree I will fight you and I will win because Righteousness will be on my side).
2. People in the “It’s Merry Christmas, Not Happy Holidays” camp are endlessly hilarious to the rest of us and don’t know it.
3. I’m going to try to build a secret door/bookshelf thing. My wife, who is a never-ending source of magic and whimsy and joy, had an idea for part of our basement. She asked me, a never-ending source of pragmatism and logic and Staying Medium, to make one for her project. I am no carpenter, but I have built a basement bar and a few other things out of wood over the past few years and am completely overconfident in my skills. I think she has infected me with her Whimsy. I am absurdly excited about this project.
4. I see a lot of stuff about the Terrible Year of 2016. All I can think when I see that is those people really need to be prepared for the fucking dumpster fire 2017 is going to be.