The L Word, Season Six

A while back, I was online looking for clips so I can post for The L Word here on WordPress. However, I found this clip:

Now I love The L Word just as much as the next person, but all things come to an end. And people are misleading other people. The description states the following:

How many of you want to see the L Word continue production on into season 7,8,9….. ??
We MUST be pro-active. Showtime is a “premium” TV service that WE PAY FOR. Let’s use our strength as consumers. Contact your content provider, Direct TV,Dish Network,Cable etc. Tell them if they don’t put pressure on Showtime to continue producing and supporting the L Word that you will cancel your “premium” service. THEY can do it. Direct TV just partnered with “Friday Night Light” for a joint production effort to keep it on the air , the public pressure helped.

This is what TV.com had to say about the whole ordeal:

It was previously reported that NBC was trying to recruit help to keep the critically acclaimed show on the air, asking other networks to help foot the drama’s bill and share broadcast rights. Now it looks like everyone is happy; it’s likely the satellite-television provider will add Friday Night Lights to its game plan, and NBC will continue to air its much-beloved award winner. Exact details should be announced soon.

Of course we wouldn’t even be talking about this if people actually tuned in to watch the show. Considered by many to be one of television’s best dramas, Friday Night Lights just doesn’t pull in the numbers; according to Finke, the show’s second season ranked 101st in ratings…a stat that would almost certainly result in being cut from any network’s roster. However, the show does perform well with wealthier audiences, and provides a good advertising window for more luxurious fare.

The difference between The L Word and Friday Night Lights is the number of viewers. FNL had none, The L Word has several. All good shows must come to an end, regardless. Remember Seinfeld? Remember Gilmore Girls? What about M*A*S*H?

Shows like FNL have a small following, but are a danger to the network to keep it on. However, if companies want to take the risk of putting down money to keep a show, then it might stick around for a while. Even the intellectual show like Arrested Development was pulled off. People tried to save that and it worked, but only for a little while.

The L Word doesn’t have that problem. If anything, had this been a network that actually needed advertisements, it might be harder to end because of it. If anything, the only problem The L Word has is running out of plot and falling under the conventional show that didn’t end when it was supposed to end.

But Showtime president of entertainment Robert Greenblatt said “L Word” has “surpassed its niche as a gay show.”

“The title of the show became part of the lexicon, and the breadth and reach of the characters and story lines are a testament to the talent of Ilene Chaiken and her incredible cast,” he said.

Showtime chairman and CEO Matthew Blank added that “L Word” has been an “important franchise” for the network, saying it will “live on in many, many ways.”

Chaiken, who created the series with Kathy Greenberg and Michele Abbott, echoed those thoughts, noting that the show’s interactive extensions will continue.

“This is by no means the end of ‘The L Word,’ ” she said. “The brand and the social network community, OurChart.com, will continue to live and be a destination for lesbians everywhere and a lasting tribute to what ‘The L Word’ has accomplished.”

She added that fan input will play a part in wrapping up the series’ story lines, noting the role that viewer input has played in the past. (source)

I just pray that those who are continually trying to get the show to last longer than the sixth season would stop and sit down and just let things happened. If everyone acted this way, a lot of shows, such as Will & Grace, Friends, Cheers, Fraiser, Married With Children, Full House(!), etc. would still be on and nothing good will ever come of it. We need to embrace the change on our television schedules.

Or just simply, get a life.

I, Agnostic

On April Fool’s Day I wrote a post about being touched by the hand of God, perverting it up with my homo-erotic vibes, which none of you commented on - thank you by the way; it’s a pleasure knowing that I’m not shocking enough for you, but oh, if I post something about tits and ass you’re all over my page like a virus, fucking perverts (says the man posting this shit up). Anyway, some dick-shit (whatever that is) Dutonline decided to call me friend - which I’m not friend of his and wouldn’t want to be with his lack of sense of humor - decided to call me out by saying:

Hey friend well i’m a born again person and I would just like to tell you friend tha Just because you don’t believe in something does not mean it does mean that thing does not exist. So I wish you all the best, that God would touch your heart God bless You

(Note: FUCK YOU WORDPRESS! I FUCKING HATE YOUR NEW SHITTY ASS LAYOUT THAT DOESN’T ALLOW ME THE FREEDOM THAT THE OLD ONE DID, SO SUCK A FUCKING COCK YOU SON OF A BITCH DESIGNING SHITEATTING, MOTHERFUCKING, WIFEBEATING, ANAL LOVING DICKHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Anyway, good ole Dutonline is a grade A quitter. I’ve never believed in the whole “born again” Christian because I’ve noticed one thing: All born agains go off and become speakers for the Christian population, whoring themselves out there not for the almighty imaginary friend upstairs, but for the almighty green god down here.

My favorite con artists have to be the very sexy JC girls. They’re the ones that caught my attention first by using, ahem, sex to capture the hearts of the young hormone ridden teenage boy (and quite possibly lesbian girl):

Hi! My name is Heather Veitch. Thank you for visiting my website! I am a former stripper that reaches out to women working in the sex industry with the unconditional love of Jesus Christ. I am passionate about introducing others to the love of their life and inviting them to experience a genuine relationship with the Lord.

Hmm, seems fishy enough. Another favorite is the porn star who sees her way:

Geb! I’m so annoyed with this new fucking layout that I can’t think straight. Seriously WordPress, what the fuck?! Fuck this shit! If things don’t get any better I’m going back to Blogger and cleaning up Happier Parts of Hell.

Anyway, back to Dutonline: if you want to back me up on my decision to live my own life without the tainted hand of Christian America, then please respond to Dutonline snzmzila@yahoo.com.

I’ll try to write my point on something else later. Fucking WordPress and their asinine idea of creating this very pointless design. Fuck!

Overslept

I didn’t want to be pulled out of my dream. I can’t remember what I was dreaming, or if it was a good one or a bad one, but I do know I didn’t want for it to end when a close friend of mine, let’s call her The Professor, called me late this morning. She called to inform me that Blane - not his real name - had canceled on her. They were going out as friends later on, but something got in the way. I don’t want to give too many clues out here because this is the internet and it isn’t private or safe. Which is why I refuse to give out names. Anyway, the situation on Friday left her with smiles - I couldn’t tell, really, because it was a phone call and I didn’t see her face, but her voice sounded happier than ever. I suppose things happen for a reason, but what reason this is, I don’t know. I don’t have faith, nor do I believe in a destiny (well, not one that’s out of your hands), but some things just have to happen in order for you to grow and learn in this life. Why? I don’t know, go consult your beliefs.

After her phone call, which I didn’t answer because I was in the midst of a dream I can no longer recall, I buried my head beneath my pillow. As some of you remember, if you read my last blog, I have sleeping issues. I’ve had them for quite some time, but not as long as Briggie (read the comments section of that blog) has had them. By the way, just as a side not, I really love the advice dished out.

I have no religion. This is my personal choice because I was raised Catholic, and being Catholic, I wound up being depressed 50% of my childhood. I was going to hell for killing a mosquito, so said my CCD teacher. I also didn’t really like the fact that most of the mass, we seemed to glorifying - gorifying? - the death of Christ. The other 50% was spent ogling the Catholic girls. And would it make sense if I said that 10% of that 100% of depression and horn dogging in church, I was a blasphemer? However, what Briggie advised did make sense. Prayer or meditation, and…um…god(?) knows I am capable of both. Because I am agnostic and seeking a way of life that works for me, I have studied most of the religions that the media covers. However, I’m also interested in the ones that are unknown by the “civil” man. Meditation, couple with the Yoga stint, might actually be the best route for me to go. And it’s also, I’ve heard, relaxing.

Anyway, I was hoping that my typing this blog would jog my memory about my dream. Alas, that isn’t so. I’ll continue on about a guy who decided to get in an online fight with me late last night because of this video. I like Nirvana just as much as the next person, but Emilie Simon took the song and made it her own, something very few musicians can do when they cover a famous track by a famous band.

The feud, as I like to call it, started when I said that I can’t stand how people don’t believe that Kurt Cobain took that shot gun and blew his brains out. I love Nirvana. I’ve been a great fan, sadly, after the legendary singer had already offed himself. But there are the crazy people, people my age and younger, who are so into the zeitgeist of He was murdered, not suicidal that they are blinded by the evidence that is presented for them. Conspiracy theorists can’t be trusted. When has any of their hackney ideas been true? The person’s argument was fueled by the “evidence” presented on a “well-documented” website. While the evidence may be there, the truth of the matter is, Kurt Cobain had been depressed, a drug abuser, and suicide was the only way. The next you know, they’ll want to say Mary Hemingway was the reason Ernest Hemingway was killed–”Twas not suicide, twas murder!” However, I’m giving these guys too much credit. Most of them sit around never hearing of Hemingway because they have their heads too up in their asses to read a book, let alone actual literature. But here is a “well-documented” website that proves that Cobain’s lyrics were messages from the Devil, and that Kurt Cobain, amongst other great Rock legends, were spawns of Satan and little antichrists to spew the dark lords gospel. Excreta Divine! EnnuiPrayer’s debunked the Internet. I’m sure I’m going to get a lot of hate mail with this one from emo-aged kids who “get Kurt” and “I was there, man” morons who have to tangle with me. And let it be, but I just say, as Jesus Christ said, let the dead be dead and get on with your life. I predict in ten years, Heath Ledger will be murdered, rather than a simple explanation of death.

I guess that dream, whatever it was, isn’t meant to be remembered. But I leave you with this:

One believes that he may eat all things, but he who is weak eats vegetables–Romans 14:2

But the Spirit says expressly that in later times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and teachings of demons By means of hypocrisy of men who speak likes, of men who are branded in their own conscience as with a hot iron, Who forbid marriage and command abstaining from foods, which God has created to be partaken of with thanksgiving by those who believe and have full knowledge of the truth. For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if receiving with thanksgiving. –1 Timothy 4:1-4

In other words, Christian Vegans and Vegetarians are an oxymoron, but I think Jesus says it best in the picture.

Of course you know, I just say in this jest. But anger will pursue me. Unless, you have a mind and a sense of humor.

Holiday Catholics *note, the word count is six hundred and sixty six for a reason

Abby spoke about them yesterday at the Sigma Tau Delta meeting. Had nothing to do with the meeting, but none of us were Catholic, so it doesn’t matter. It’s true, what she said though. Catholics–most, anyway–bitch about Lent every year, but don’t ever practice anything Catholic to begin with.

And it’s not just with Catholics–this goes for all religions. I’ve heard of Muslims who hate Jews solely because of that on going feud, yet, don’t practice their Islamic beliefs. Piety, it seems, is only in the mind of the nut job who thinks quitting meat on Fridays, or blowing themselves up for 70 virgins, is all relative. If that’s so, then a guy like me who doubts all things, must have a sure ticket to Heaven if I decided, in the final minutes of my life, to say, “Yes, I accept Jesus Christ as my lord and savior,” or, “Jihad!!!!”

But you have to understand where I’m coming from. I was raised Catholic, and my family is Catholic, for the most part, and they still have this silly notion that I’m still in someway affiliated with the church. I’m not, and I don’t seem me anywhere in the near future that I’m going back to the ranks of pedophiles and winos.

Just a side note with that remark, there have been pedophiles and child molesters reported in all branches of the religion, not just Catholicism. To say that Catholics must be wrong because their religious leaders touch little kids is just ludicrous and insane. They’re wrong for the same reasons the rest of them are wrong, and that’s the blatant lie that God is a for sure thing, that there should be no question or doubting his existence.

However, what captivates me about holiday Catholics is the fact that they rarely practice what they preach. One girl had the gall to attack a homosexual friend of mine about his sin. “Homosexuals are an abomination to God,” she declared, though I doubt she used those words, or even knew what abomination meant. Clearly unbeknownst to her was the obvious pregnant belly that jutted out in front of her.

Ask a Catholic why the go to church on Sundays, and the answer, more likely than not, will be that they must go to Church. Truth is, more than half of teenage to young adults who attend mass don’t really want to be there. Grace knows I didn’t. Most of my adolescent time (before leaving the religion during high school) was trying to cover up my obvious boner that I had for the young catholic girls. And for the most part, that’s why I went to church, to ogle the short skirts and the perfect round cheeks of peer-aged girls–not to mention the thirty-something women who wore tight dresses in order to gain God’s attention, or marry the single for life (though other books excluded from the Bible say otherwise) Christian figure known as Christ.

Now the generation before me, are still attending church, feeling unmotivated, but still continuing to damn those who refuse to follow the great words of the Pope (Spanish slang, well in South Texas: popé is shit caught within the underwear).

And now that Lent is underway, Catholic peers are dropping drinking beer, alcohol, sex, pornography–the epitomes of sin. I don’t pretend to know what I’m talking about when it comes to a generalization of Catholics, but the truth is, Catholics are at the bottom of the food chain because no one takes their religious beliefs serious. Most of the born again were derived from The Passion of the Christ, a historically incorrect, Mel Gibson vision of the death of a Buddhist follower who just happened to trick a bunch of people into thinking he was the son of a god.

The thing I find odd, however, is that while many catholics are now complaining that their beliefs suck, none of them decide to quit being Catholic for Lent’s duration.

90 Day Jane is No Longer

I would seem that the attention and media whore is now off line. And now the Blogging World waits. Is the jig up?