All I can do when I hear folks hollering about the thievery of people ripping songs and tv shows and movies off the net is think: dude, you are so fighting the tide. I also experience the same sort of sighing and eye rolling when I listen to the kvetching of writers who can no longer get paid because bloggers do it for free (hi!) or how newspapers are losing subscribers at the rate of 5% a year or how many dozens of magazines closed this year. Because you know what?
Free the Muthafrakkin Freedom of Expression!
Viva La Artistic Spew!
Because you know what else? A revolution is underway, it's kinda socialismesque in nature, but instead of one group deciding what's more social and what is less, and who gets to eat the really nice food based on hooking your Aunt Myna up with a better quality of Equal and Fair Distribution, (which didn't really work anywhere did it?) it'll be the mass of humanity, sort of like bee hive mentality, but with high cognitive functioning and opposable thumbs. (Okay, using the words high and functioning together when referring to the net is still a bit lofty, but you get what I mean . . .)
Using my finely honed psychic ability, I can reach back through time and listen to serial show radio screeching about television, or even further back, the town crier hollering about how no one can give the personal touch to news like he can. But evolution has a mind of its own. And the human brain is just part of that evolution. Dinosaur farts or man's quest to merge a corndog with an orgasm with a monument to himself: what's the difference?
But really, I didn't mean to preach at you. I just wanted to give some justification for why I work my side*reel profile like nobody's bidness. And to try and patiently explain, should one ever mosey by, why the folks who create high quality content shouldn't be afraid of the rippers. The days of $135 a month cable bills are rapidly becoming a joke. $5 to rent a dvd is just plain mean. We, the people, want anything we want, whenever we want it. (Not that it will ultimately make us any happier, but yeah, okay, that's another post.)
Because if I couldn't have whatever I want whenever I want it (at least in terms of television viewing pleasure), I never would have found half the shows which are now my favorites, because Hiveworld doesn't currently afford me the leeway for even new bras, so cable is a luxury item up there with a pruis, a plot of arable land, or a husband who wouldn't drive me insane, the latter of which actually releases the need for new bras, or is that only for boyfriends? Because if I feel like watching all 5 seasons of Alias, all 105 shows in a three week period, well, that's what I'm going to find a way to do, and since I'm a poor person who's obsessed with herself, that's what I did!
So the point of this post is to tell you about three shows you're most likely not watching, but you should, and it's very easy if you turn to the lovely side*reel.com. (take out the asterisk of course as I'm not a total doofus about the ripping stuff)
The Good Guys - http://www.side*reel.com/The_Good_Guys - At first, all you can think of is how Colin Hanks is god-awful stiff. But then there's Bradley Whitfield, who's all sexy, sleazy and full of police genius gone to seed but still asprouting during moments only a genuis cop could water, with his love for TransAms and Foghat awesomeness is afoot. And then you realize that Colin Hanks is all stiff and serious and freakin hilarious. And the juxtaposition of the two is just plain Yes. And then you get how you know both of those characters, that you ARE both of those characters, stiff and all serious, but also woefully underutilized and yet dang sexy doing it. Really, look:
Tell me that's not what you see every time you've had a few too many Tequila Weasels and look in the mirror . . .
Okay so that's only one. Next time, I'll tell you about:
Don't forget to remove the asterisks . . . because yeah, The Man still locks up revolutionaries.
Free your mind! Free the stories! (and snuggle kitties while enjoying light snacks after a long day doing Whatever)
And may the studio - network - label - publishing house folks rapidly cycle up to understand that "free" is here. And that all they have to do is find a way to profit from this wild unfettered tide of downloading without harshing our delighted rapid ripping Yesness . . . Otherwise, you're just a skoch better than the Nazi Party trying to shut down the Swing Kids. Swing Heil! Swing Heil!
Why think outside the box when you can live outside the box?