Cornfield Meet

Things collide here.

Echoes at the ballpark

How great were our seats at last night’s Indians/Nationals game? We sat next to this guy. I remember going to games at Old Municipal Stadium as a kid, seeing John Adams out in the bleachers – so far off that the sound of his drumbeats reaching our ears was out of sync with his rising and falling mallets.

So not only were our seats amazing, but we got a flat-out gorgeous Ohio summer night, one dollar hot dogs, and a bottom-of-the-ninth beat-the-throw-to-the-plate Indians win.

June 15, 2013 Posted by | 1970s, 1980s, Sports | , , , , | Leave a comment

Rewind: Something Inexpressible (The Police, Live in Cleveland, 2007)

Five years ago, I saw the Police on their reunion tour. My friend Natania recently asked on Twitter: “What band/musician/songwriter/album changed your life?”

My immedate answers were 1) The Police – Synchronicity; 2) Pet Shop Boys – Please 3) New Order’s “True Faith.” I’m sure there are others.

Anyway, that got me thinking about the Police tour and the essay I wrote afterwards, and I figured I’d move it over here to Cornfield Meet to mark the five-year anniversary of the show:

Something Inexpressible

When MTV was new in our house, I used to record songs onto blank cassette tapes by balancing our family’s boom box (also new) on the corner of the table where our TV sat. Genesis’ “That’s All” was on the first of these tapes, which I usually bought in cheap three-packs at the Hartville Flea Market. So were “It’s A Mistake” by Men at Work, and The Cars’ “You Might Think.”

And there was “Wrapped Around Your Finger” by the Police.

My friend Jacob, who had moved to Cincinnati after fourth grade, introduced me to the Synchronicity album on a trip to Florida. It was the early 1980s, and we drove through Cincinnati to pick Jake up on the way to Madeira Beach. He and I each took along a boom box, chunky headphones and a few cassette tapes. Mine were all those homemade compilations, but Jake had brought along a couple real tapes, which was impressive to a kid living on a buck-a-week allowance.

That trip was the first chance I had to listen to Synchronicity in its entirety. I was fascinated by everything about the album, from the lettering on the cassette, which looked so authentically handwritten that I asked Jacob if he’d put it on there, to the liner-note lyrics, which didn’t always match up with the songs as recorded, to the cover collage of black-and-white photos of the band behind those iconic red, blue and yellow swaths of color.

I fell in love with “Synchroncity II” on that trip. It’s still my favorite Police tune, from what I’ve always thought of as its “laser-gun” opening notes to its screaming guitars and Sting’s somehow apocalyptic vocals. (It was a frustrating thing for me, back in those MTV years, that I never succeeded in seeing the “Synchronicity II” video in its entirety. I watched a lot of awful videos in the hopes that maybe it would be the next one shown.)

Back home in Ohio, on a Sunday after-church trip to Gold Circle, mom and dad and my little brothers and I were in the music section of the department store, and dad agreed to buy Nick and Adam a tape they’d been begging for: Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

I saw my chance and asked if he’d buy me the Synchronicity cassette. It was the first album I owned, and I played it incessantly. I even managed to find bright spots in “Mother” and “Miss Gradenko”, which to this day I have a soft spot for only because I know that soon after that final harmonized vocal fades, the high-pitched opening of “Synchronicity II” is going to pierce my eardrums and start an adrenaline surge. I’ve never heard such a golden moment of anticipatory silence on any other record.

The next summer, I visited Jake for a week in Cincinnati, and I remember sitting in his room, each of us reclining on a bed with a boom box on our knees and headphones on, cranked to near-pain thresholds. We tried, once, to set the stereos beside each other and start the tapes at the same time to see if we could get a cool, doubly-loud opening to “Synchronicity II,” but one of the tape decks played slightly faster than the other, so by the time that song came around, they were way out of sync.

Although the only other Police tape I owned was Ghost in the Machine – at least, I think I owned it. Maybe I just remember listening to Jacob’s copy a lot during that visit – my fandom saw me exploring other aspects of the guys’ careers over the next few years. MTV introduced me to more of their older work. I was excited to see Dune in part because Sting was a villain, and I got Dream of the Blue Turtles right after it came out because it was the former Police frontman at work. I saw him in concert on his second album tour partly on his own merit and partly because I hoped he’d play some Police tunes. (He did just one, performing “Roxanne” in an encore.)

Similarly, I was enthralled by Summers’ rendition of the introduction from “Also sprach Zarathustra” for the movie 2010: The Year We Make Contact, and I shelled out cash for a Copeland album of instrumental work like the theme from the TV show The Equalizer. I also went out of my way to watch an episode of Gene Siskel & Roger Ebert’s Sneak Previews because they were going to talk about Copeland’s movie The Rhythmatist.

I remember being intrigued enough by the concept of synchronicity to look up a little bit of information about Carl Jung. Heck, I even got a little fan-joy out of seeing Kevin Illyanovich Rasputin Kubusheskie wearing a Synchronicity concert t-shirt on You Can’t Do that on Television.

The Police’s Synchronicity tour ended in spring 1984 (they played Cleveland in late July 1983, when I was just 12 years old), so by the time I was really into the band, it was too late for me to see them perform live.

I lost my Synchronicity tape (or maybe it got ruined or eaten by a stereo) a long time ago, and even though I replaced it a few years back with a vinyl LP I found in Mad Hatter Records in Bowling Green, I don’t have a turntable any more, so until earlier this year, I hadn’t listened to it in an awfully long time.

And then the Police said they were reuniting for a tour, and Jake and Florida and MTV and the heft of my old boom box and the weight of the headphones with their springy, coiled cord and the slow crescendo of “Wrapped Around Your Finger” and the opening riff of “Message in A Bottle” and man-oh-man the laser-gun opening and the hard-charging rhythm of “Synchronicity II” all flooded back over me.

My wife Jenn, being four years younger than I am, understood my excitement even if she didn’t share it, so Jim Carchidi – also a former 1980s kid – made the trip up to Ohio for the July 16 show in Cleveland.

We’d each bought two tickets online the morning they went on sale, figuring we’d be able to unload the extra set. No dice. The day before the concert, then, my wife asked if she and our 10-year-old daughter could use the extra tickets, just so they didn’t go to waste. (My daughter didn’t really want to go, but by the time we’d had dinner at Tower City, across the street from Quicken Loans Arena, she was at least excited to be going to what was her first real rock concert. Sorry, but Hilary Duff doesn’t count.)

The four of us split up – Jim and I, being the Police fans, sat together, and took the higher-up pair of seats because heights make my wife want to freeze up and barf at the same time.

So we have a beer and toast to the fact that we’re seeing the freaking Police, and the warm-up wraps up and the stage guys do their thing and the lights go off and the place gets loud and the show starts.
Sting is singing “Message in A Bottle” and Andy is playing guitar and Stewart – it’s his birthday, as it happens – is bashing the drums and over the course of the show will have more fun, it seems than anyone in the arena and quite possibly the greater Cleveland metro area.

Next, they play “Synchronicity II,” and even though I don’t recognize it right away because they didn’t do the laser-thing, when I do realize what song I’m hearing (thanks to a nudge from Jim), I refuse to blink and I try to open my ears as wide as possible so I can drink these moments deep enough to make my nerve endings thrum with the memory for years.

In the months leading up to the show, I had avoided all concert reviews and set lists of previous shows so that I would be surprised, and I’m glad for it. They played a version of “Walking in Your Footsteps” that I couldn’t stop grinning through, and that was a surprise because I’d always felt it was kind of one of those personal, offbeat favorites and with all the big hits to choose from, I never expected to hear it live. Bonus: Sting including the lines “Now they live in a museum/ It’s the only place you’ll see ’em!” – because while those were in the printed album lyrics, they weren’t on the recorded track, and hearing them was fun, like catching a fleeting background joke in a movie.

Too soon, the show ended, but it had been too fantastic to be even remotely sad that it was over. (Hard to frown on a moment that ends with Stewart Copeland running off the stage and pausing over and over to throw his hands up and just let out whoops and hollers and yelling, “Best birthday EVER!”)

When Jim and I met up with my wife and daughter afterwards, they couldn’t stop talking about how much fun they’d had – they both had frog-voice from screaming so loud, and as a geek dad, I can’t help but think how cool it is that I have a 10-year-old who has seen the Police, loved it, and also knows how to properly employ Star Wars quotes in everyday speech.

You know how you get home from a long-anticipated vacation and it’s good to be back, but at the same time, there’s that melancholy gut-tug of “Where did it go?”

The concert was a week ago, and that feeling hasn’t shown up yet.

July 16, 2012 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Music, Ohio | , , , , | Leave a comment

Fresh off the sandcrawler.

Desktop astromech by Cleveland artist Bridget Daryl Ginley.

I crossed paths online with Cleveland artist/WRUW dj/first-generation Star Wars fan Bridget Daryl Ginley back when I still worked in the Warehouse District, and last week I finally got the chance to meet her in person when I visited to Studio 404 so I could pick up this piece for my desk at work that would make a Jawa utinni with envy. (You know what? That’s a long and bizarre sentence, and I’m leaving it that way.)

For awhile now, I’ve liked Bridget’s skull sketches and found art assemblies and pop culture references – and even her handwritten alternative music (kids, ask your parents) playlists from WRUW. All sorts of weird and cool stuff. When she started building these shiny-domed tributes, I knew I’d wind up with one of my own.

She’s got several other variations on the theme in the studio, and materials to build a gaggle more –

– so there’s no reason you shouldn’t have a near-sighted scrap pile to call your own, if this is your kind of thing. (She’s also doing a lot of steampunk work these days, since it blends pretty well with what she’s been doing for years, and if you’re a Doctor Who fan, she might even be persuaded to tackle a Dalek for you, if you ask nicely.)

Bridget’s trying to move a lot of art from Studio 404 (classic space – amazing views of Cleveland’s skyline) now, so the time’s right, and she’s pretty cool, and this was totally the droid I –

– nope. Not gonna say it.

Also, if you like that throwback music I mentioned earlier, check out her Erie Effusion radio show. Do not request Blue Monday.

July 7, 2012 Posted by | 1970s, 1980s, eighties, Film, geek, Ohio, science fiction | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

NCAA Women’s Gymnastics Championships – Super Six Saturday

Saturday afternoon, I surprised Kelsey with a pair of tickets to the NCAA Women’s Gymnastics Championships up at the Wolstein Center in Cleveland.

These were the team finals – the top 6 teams from the field of 12 qualifiers: Alabama, Michigan, Nebraska, Oklahoma, UCLA, and Utah. Seriously excellent programs, several of which we’ve watched on TV more than a few times in recent years, with really talent-packed teams.

I’ll admit that I had to be talked into it: Not for a lack of enthusiasm, but because there was a lot of stuff I wanted to get done, and awhile back we’d told Kelsey we probably wouldn’t be able to go anyway. So it was really a last-minute decision made Friday night when Jenn pointed out that the finals are usually held in one of the powerhouse college arenas – in other words, someplace not Cleveland (although, hey: Kent State qualified for this year’s championships, even if they didn’t make the Super Six finals on Saturday). And in fact, the “When are you going to get this chance again?” card worked perfectly, and Kelsey was pleasantly surprised, if not jump-around-spazzy, when I told her.

So even though we knew we’d have an enjoyable time, we really weren’t prepared for what happened when we got to the arena about a half-hour before the competition was set to start: Just seeing all the teams warming up, and realizing how close our seats were (four rows up), and being around the big groups of parents and fans who’d come here and were decked out in their school colors and keyed up for the competition, Kels and I had near-simultaneous moments of, “OhMyGoshWe’reAtTheNationalFreakingChampionships.

The next three hours flew past – I was utterly unprepared for how quickly the competition unfolded, and how much fun it was going to be struggling to try and take in everything even though that’s all but impossible with four events going on all at once. You don’t get that sense from watching on TV, since they shoot every gymnast on every event and then edit the broadcast into a linear progression. (Now and then, you’ll catch something in the background – a gymnast’s beam routine that you watched a few minutes prior, for instance, visible during a tumbling pass on the floor.)

I got lucky and snapped this cell phone shot capturing four competitors in action at the same moment:

NCAA Womens Gymnastics Super Six 2011

Click to see the photo on Flickr if you need to see the four competing gymnasts highlighted.

The other photos I took – admittedly, they’re not great quality, being sports action shots in an arena with flash photography prohibited – are here.

Kelsey and I were sitting in a section of friendly Nebraska fans, with the uneven bars right in front of us. Here’s a cell phone video of Michigan’s Sarah Curtis – one of my favorite collegiate gymnasts of the past few seasons – competing:

We had such a good time, and were sad when it ended, although we’re looking forward to seeing it when CBS broadcasts the event on May 14. (It will also be cool because despite knowing the outcome, we’ll get to see the routines we missed in person.)

After the trophies had all been handed out, we just kind of lingered, watching the athletes and the coaches mill around on the floor, chatting and taking pictures. The individual event finals weren’t held until the next day (today), but for the team competitors, in some cases, this was their last meet, and you could kind of feel, with the elation and excitement of the afternoon slowly dwindling, that sense of not wanting it all behind just yet.

April 17, 2011 Posted by | Current Affairs, Ohio, Sports | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

More Len Peralta! More Star Wars! More Nerditry! And Airwolf!

Mythbuster Grant Imahara's Geek A Week card by Len Peralta

Two weeks ago, I posted Part One of a Super Geeky Star Wars Nostalgia Podcast with Cleveland artist Len Peralta, creator of Geek A Week and the new 50 vs. 50 Heroes & Villains Mission. Quest. Thing.

Here’s Part Two, in which we discuss not only the merits of Kenner’s Return of the Jedi toy line, but the art and craft of boombox television recording, reliving Star Wars before you could watch it on TV any darn time you wanted, and lame Halloween costumes. Also, it turns out Len does an impressive Artoo-Detoo impersonation.


April 4, 2011 Posted by | 1980s, Books, eighties, Film, geek, Ohio, science fiction, Weblogs | , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Sharing Star Wars Memories with Len Peralta

I have been super lame in neglecting my blog lately, mostly due to the welcome challenge of a completely amazing and inspiring career change. I’m still getting used to the home and work schedule again and am playing catch-up on several personal projects, including this one: a podcast about which I’ve been excited for quite awhile.

I’ve written several times over the past year or so about Cleveland artist Len Peralta and his Geek A Week project, which recently wrapped up with Len’s depiction of – and interview with – none other than Stan Lee. Amazingly cool stuff.

While I was preparing for those times I interviewed Len, I read this Q&A, in which he recalled seeing Return of the Jedi for the first time, and from that moment, I wanted to do a Star Wars Memories podcast with the guy, kind of like the ones I did with sci-fi TV writer George Krstic. Even more so after interviewing Len a couple times and going over shared Northeast Ohio pop culture territory like Saturday afternoon Godzilla movies with “Superhost.” Then Len read Collect All 21! and said nice things about it, which was just bonus points on top.

We finally managed to get it done this week, and it was a blast. We probably would have gone on a couple hours if the Empire hadn’t apparently started jamming Skype because we were having too much fun. (And by “fun,” I mean – well, here’s Len’s post-podcast Tweet.)

I wound up dividing the podcast into two parts, and while I still need to finish editing the second one, here’s Part One. (Right click to download.)

March 22, 2011 Posted by | 1980s, Current Affairs, eighties, geek, Ohio, science fiction, writing | , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Meat Locker Interlude

Taking a short break from the Star Wars Celebration V postings while I gather more thoughts and photos. In the meantime, the final director’s cut of our 48 Hour Film Project submission is now online. If you’ve got eight minutes, you’ve got time to visit … The Meat Locker.

I’m going to write about making the movie and the Cedar Lee screening below, so you probably want to watch it first. And if the embedding doesn’t work, here’s the YouTube link.

Spoilers in …






















Since I’ve already summed up the weekend and the creation process, I wanted to share a couple notes here regarding things that are only in context if you’ve watched the movie.

The title: We had absolutely nothing in mind while writing the screenplay, but when we were finished, we wanted a title that a) had a sort of ’70s hard-assed-but-cheesy cop-flick title but also b) hinted – just hinted, mind you – that there was something here about a cow. Nothing really clicked. In fact, we called it a night around 3 a.m. with the working title Rare Justice. When the whole team reconvened around 7 a.m., it was writer Joe Wack who walked in and said, with no preamble: “I’ve got it.” Point is, while the title obviously was inspired by The Hurt Locker, it was only long after the writing was done that someone said, “Wait a minute, isn’t that movie about a bomb disposal unit?”

The cow: We had a cow suit available, and we used it. And while we threw around dozens of cow jokes in the early writing, in the end we decided it would make a better movie if we simply played the whole thing straight. (I think the only half-joke nod we left in was Frank’s description of the bomb as “a modified O’Leary.”) There’s this hard-drinking, bitter, divorced guy on the force, see, and, well, he’s a cow. One of my favorite moments comes just before the reveal, when we see the close-up of Frank’s hoof on the motorcycle handle – because the bell around his neck ringing at just that moment, right before the cut to the full-on shot, was totally unplanned. And yes, Frank is a guy. And yes, he has udders. Maybe that’s what bothers The Lieutenant so damn much.

The chase: Perhaps one of the shortest chases in cinematic history – 8.9 seconds, I believe – this was a great scene to shoot, since it came toward the end of a very long, hot, exhausting day, and because we got to work in the quick stunt-double sight gag. For the record, Hilly’s stunt double donned the very costume she had been wearing. Not an identical costume in a larger version – the same clothes. Hilly was played by a slim 13-year-old girl – something her stunt double was clearly not. And Keith’s post-production editing of this scene, from Frank’s study of the bomb to the tackle, is just incredible.

The screenplay: The whole experience was a ton of fun, but as a writer, my favorite stretch of the weekend was that Friday-night-into-early-Saturday collaboration session. I’m maybe a bit strangely proud of the work we put into writing this. I think we hit the tone we wanted as far as shouting out to the cliches of the genre while creating something unique, and I liked puzzling through situations and character backgrounds and figuring out how to layer different pieces of the story and even >gasp!< work some metaphor in there, too.

The music: I still find bits of the score looping through my head, thanks to Kevin MacLeod, who writes this sort of thing and shares it online at

The Cedar Lee world premiere: There were 33 films entered in the Cleveland 48 Hour Film Project, and ours was one of a dozen shown on Thursday, Aug. 5. The screening was a blast. We got laughs where we wanted them and several strangers told us afterward that they had included us in their voting for Audience Favorite. (Each of the three screenings awarded one of these, and figuring that all the participants would likely vote for their own movies, the balloting required exactly three unranked choices from everyone.)

Honestly, I thought The Meat Locker held its own, considering none of us have any professional moviemaking experience. Two films at our screening clearly stood out, especially in terms of production – one of them, in fact, won the overall Best Film award as well as the Audience Favorite from our screening – but I thought our effort put us in one of the next two or three slots.

Still, we didn’t get nominated for any of the awards. I obviously would have liked us to get a writing nod (none of those three nominations came out of our screening group), but where I really felt shafted was the “Best Use of Prop” category. I mean, come on – Frank ate the flowers. And yes, Joe did, in fact, chew up actual daisies for that shot. That’s commitment.

In the end, yeah, it’s a goofy little movie, but it made for an unforgettable experience.

Next summer: The Meat Locker: Special Edition. Spoiler alert: Hilly Shoots First. (Noooooooooo!)

August 21, 2010 Posted by | Current Affairs, Fiction, Film, Ohio, writing | , , , , | 2 Comments

Spend Some Time In The Meat Locker

So, with No Ticket Productions’ The Meat Locker officially submitted on Sunday with 20 minutes to spare in the Cleveland edition of the 48 Hour Film Project, I can now say –

HolyFRAK what an insane and fun and sweaty and exhausting and hilarious and caffeine-and-sugar-fueled and rewarding way to spend a weekend!

I will divulge no spoilerage beyond this: We drew “suspense/thriller” as a genre, and The Meat Locker was the result. I’m sure we’ll put it online in the not-too-distant future, but in the meantime, if you want to come see it on the big screen, it premieres at 7 p.m. Thursday at the Cedar Lee in Cleveland Heights, along with 10 other short films from the contest. Get your tickets here! (Take note: The Meat Locker is in the Group C showing on Thursday night – groups A&B screen Wednesday, but the listing for all three screenings reads “48 Hour Film Project,” so make sure you get the right tickets.)

The abridged version of the weekend reads like this: The entire crew gathered at about 7:30 p.m. Friday and threw out tons of ideas once we knew our film’s genre. Then the four of us writing the script holed up in the basement and narrowed the possibilities to two very different movies, each of which we fleshed out as completely as possible without actually reaching the screenwriting point. We then picked the one which we thought we had the best possibility of pulling off.

(Digression: This morning, I found this story about the project online, and while I was excited to see 48 Hour Film getting some publicity, I confess to taking exception to the following allegation by another participant:

“We had planned to do horror,” Gutter said, noting that all teams go into the competition with some idea of what they are going to film.

For the record, we didn’t. The only content decision we made ahead of time was to give up the Western/Musical genre if we’d drawn that one and go for a Wild Card assignment instead.)

With the general story in mind, everyone else figured out what we’d need in the way of costumes and music and props.

Over the next few hours, four of us wrote the screenplay – and while all of us admitted afterward that we’d been nervous about how well this would work, it was an absolute blast from a writing standpoint. I haven’t done a good dose of fiction in far too long, and I’ve never written anything in a fully collaborative style like this, with ideas and lines and scenes flying around and developing and building off each other, and what with the deadline pressure and all, it was quite a rush.

Even though I was just flattened by 2:30 a.m. when we finished it, I still couldn’t fall asleep right away. (Maybe because a) Jenn insisted I tell her the story when I finally came to bed, and b) I had something like 5 Mountain Dew Throwbacks and maybe a pound of assorted snack chips and candy in my bloodstream.)

Saturday’s work began at 7:30 a.m. or so, creating a shooting log from the script and gathering costumes and props and setting the equipment up for the shoot.

By the time we were ready to roll, it was after lunch, and we filmed basically nonstop for the next 7 or 8 hours, with everyone pitching in on all jobs acting to filming to boom operation to logging the sound times and scene lengths to wrangling the cables. I’m really struggling to effectively describe the massive pile of effort that went into Saturday’s work, all of which led to a roughly 7-minute movie, but it was as hard a day as I’ve had in a long time, although it was also easily one of the most fun.

I crashed just after midnight, when the sound and video were still being uploaded into the computers. We all awoke to an email notice from our director that a rough, rough cut was done.

Those of us still there helped choose the various pieces of music for the soundtrack and offered editing notes and that sort of thing, and Jenn & Kelsey & I left shortly after lunch while the final polishing was under way.

While a big part of a project like this is clearly to just have fun, we all did share a focus on wanting to make the best movie we could, and even when we were being goofy, I felt like we all had the right amount of taking things seriously mixed in, and being part of that with my friends and my wife and my daughter was pretty damn cool.

August 2, 2010 Posted by | Current Affairs, Fiction, Film, geek, Ohio, writing | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

It’s 48 Hour Film Project Weekend!

Jenn and Kelsey and I will be trekking Cleveland-ward this afternoon to assume our parts in No Ticket Productions’ inaugural entry in The 48 Hour Film Project‘s Cleveland edition.

The group of friends with whom we’re working has been pondering this for almost a full year, having only discovered the project right after the 2009 Cleveland weekend had passed. We’ve spent the past week or two gearing up and planning as best we can – just nuts-and-bolts and general assigning of responsibilities, since the whole point is to tackle the entire creative process within the 48-hour time limit.

Our movie – and 10 others – will be shown next Thursday, Aug. 5 at the renowned Cedar Lee in Cleveland Heights. (There are 35 teams registered: Two other group screenings are Aug. 4.)

I’ve never done anything remotely like this, and even though the whole thing’s just for fun, I really do want to be a part of writing something we can be proud of, and I’m kind of excited and gut-wobbly about the whole thing.

July 30, 2010 Posted by | Current Affairs, Fiction, Film, geek, Ohio, writing | , , , , , | 1 Comment

“Lost” fans losing it

So, there was this little TV show on Sunday night, and just a wee bit of a problem with the broadcast of said TV show here in Northeast Ohio.

For the record, here in Stark County on Time Warner Cable’s standard definition channel, we experienced about 5 seconds of lost audio at one point – no dialogue missed – followed by extremely brief glitches over the subsequent few minutes, but nothing distracting or jolting.

What’s kind of interesting is that the Cleveland ABC affiliate was running a much-hyped live “Lost Finale Chat” on their website, effectively preserving a text-blurb sketch of the spreading confusion and frustration and outrage from just before 9 p.m. until about an hour later when the moderator shut down the chat – which at that point, was mostly about the technical issues and not the show itself anyway.

Want to see what The Chat Wrath of Losties looks like? The chat’s archived here – you have to hit “play” and then scroll through – and from a technical standpoint, it might actually be of some worth to the station as far as figuring out exactly what went wrong, since the viewers were specifying their various locations and cable providers and channel information.

And my friend Marc observed that as things unraveled, the poor moderator – though exasperated himself – sounds a bit like Kevin Bacon at the end of Animal House.

The vice president/general manager of WEWS issued what I thought was a surprisingly well-crafted apology and explanation yesterday – but of course, it doesn’t change what happened. (We’d need an airliner, Desmond, an empty coffin, a large electromagnetic pulse and Daniel Faraday’s notebook to do that.)

Still, as Hurley might have said, “Dude. That sucks.

May 25, 2010 Posted by | Current Affairs, Fiction, geek, Ohio, science fiction, Television | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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