This Could Change Your Life

So I went to see Fast & Furious 6 today ...

Sat, 25 May 2013 01:37:00 -0400

And I was both completely blown away and left underwhelmed at the same time.

Because it’s easiest, and because I want to go out on a good note, I’ll lead with the bad of the movie after the jump.

For starters, it was a bunch of special effects, most involving cars, strung together with the intention, it seemed, of getting the audience to put a hand over their collective mouths and scream “Oh, shit!” over and over again.

There’s one particular scene - which has appeared in one of the trailers, so it’s already out in the general public - where Vin Diesel’s “Dom” is driving on a highway trying to stop our nefarious bad guy when, out of necessity and love for his old flame, he intentionally crashes the vehicle he’s driving. As he does this, he leaps forward, springing out of the car and catapults himself at, roughly, 60-70 miles per hour over a divided highway to catch his amnesiac girlfriend “Letty” as she is launched into the air herself towards him due to a different crash. Diesel’s character not only manages to catch his girl in mid air without killing her from the physical impact, he crashes back first into the windshield of an abandoned, stationary vehicle, all while shielding her from impact.

You can fly too, Tyrese? I thought that ability only belonged to Vin Diesel.

The guy’s such a gentleman. Performing an act of heroism and sacrificing his life to protect his family - a running theme throughout the entire Fast & Furious franchise - it was so difficult watching him die instantly from the impact. I shed a tear for hi- Wait, he didn’t die? He didn’t even have a scratch on him? Not even a broken vertebrae or rib or anything? He just got up and walked away? Fuck, forget “Man of Steel,” Vin Diesel is Superman.

OK, that’s just one example of how physics got completely thrown out the window. The stunts were completely out of this world this time around. For once, I don’t mean that as a compliment. This movie’s predecessor was groundbreaking in the series because, while it was built in a world of speed, “Fast 5” was ultimately grounded in the physical world. Even the greatest leap of faith, driving a vehicle off a cliff into a watery ravine below without dying, was a possibility. Now we have guys flying through the air, small vehicles driving faster than C-130 airplanes at takeoff speed while swerving in and out of its tires, which never seem to get more than a couple feet off the ground.

OK, forget for a second the mind-blowing stunts. Let’s talk story. Plot. Whatever you want to call it, it was playing a weak second fiddle in this film. What really shined in the “Fast 5” was the story. It had a deeper focus, pulling more from the characters than all of the previous four incarnations before it combined. These guys went from common criminals to Robin Hood-like anti-heroes. It almost glorified crime how only a movie could. And then this film comes along and practically craps on that effort. There was no Robin Hood feel to this film. These guys weren’t the thieves, they were the cops. It didn’t feel right at all, it made them seem weak on the screen, hard to do given the muscles on display throughout.

That said, though, I loved parts of this movie. I’m a gigantic fan of Paul Walker’s “Brian” and Jordana Brewster’s “Mia” and greatly enjoyed watching the two of them on screen together. While writers change and the situations these characters find themselves in evolve, the two of them have the same chemistry they displayed way back in 2001. Brewster especially, who has been my reason for seeing the films beyond my love of action. She’s kind of like an anchor to the massive action-star hulks who lead the movie forward.

Speaking of hulks, the fights were freakish but delightful. From the first one with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s “Hobbs” beating the snot out of a low-level suspect to the final fight featuring a dude who makes The Rock’s muscles look miniature, this one’s got some doozies. As in most cases, I walked away thinking the final fight could have been a bit longer. But in all, the film was strong in the biceps.

In what turned out to be the most surprising positive, reintroducing a character believed to be dead was handled magnificently. Believed killed in the fourth film, Michelle Rodriguez’s “Letty” returns with, well, you’ll have to see the movie yourself (or read the spoilers, which I’m not giving away). But her “resurrection” is smooth and seamless, tightening up what could have turned into a damaging plot hole.

Letty’s back and she only knows how hot she is and that she likes to fix up fast cars. The rest we can work on.

Oh, and before I forget - and this review is ending soon, so it could happen - I need to say one more positive. THIS FILM HAS A MOTHERF*CKING TANK! And it blows shit up. Like, boom. Not only that, it pancakes vehicles driving on a highway. Like, “Squish, yer dead. Oh, and so are you. You too. Bye.” It ultimately ends up in the over-the-top stunts section above, but the tank, it seems like, was simply a way to have as much fun and cause as much destruction, as possible. And did it ever work out the way they wanted. I knew it was coming. I knew what it would do. But when it happened, I was still on the edge of my theater seat practically biting my nails in anticipation.

(Oh, shit, just did a review of THIS movie and didn’t even mention the CARS. They are beautiful, as always. They could get their own review, which I will not write. But they could.)

And in wrapping up the review, let’s talk about wrap-ups on screen. The movie did a lot more than tie up “Letty’s” storyline, it also finally gave us the ending we all knew was coming for both Gal Gadot’s “Gisele” and Sung Kang’s “Han,” though sad as it was to experience. With The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift a distant memory in the minds of viewers, we shouldn’t forget “Han” dies half-way through that 2006 disappointment, without “Gisele” at his side. Allow the film to tell you why, despite what you think you know or choose to guess at. It’s a lot more fulfilling that way, because the cast makes it worth it.

That’s it from me. I’m going to give the movie 7 of 10 stars, about the rating it’s scored so far on IMDB’s movie page after one day. But you won’t have to wait long for a sequel. Under a new director, the seventh film in the franchise is coming July 11, 2014. That’s more “Dom,” “Hobbs,” “Brian” and a newcomer bad guy sure to make it worth it in 14 months. Until then, “ride or die.”

High above the cloud cover. Mitt Romney wants me to be able to...

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 08:14:13 -0500

High above the cloud cover. Mitt Romney wants me to be able to open my window

Read a newspaper

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 14:16:41 -0400

So my job makes it really difficult to maintain a regular blog. Writing for a newspaper every day IS my blog. It just happens to be on something called pap-uh. Or is it Papurn. No, I think it’s called paper. Yes, paper.

It’s such a novel idea, this newspaper thing. It is outdated, sure. Tools nowadays make it something only old geezers pick up to read at their early-morning breakfast. Everyone else wants to see news stories online immediately. Now, now, now!

Well, as many of you (my four subscribers) may know, I’m acting as a bit of a side project and I want let you all know that my story about this past Saturday’s experiment will, instead of making an appearance on this blog, be published in the Night & Day section of Thursday’s Niagara Gazette, Lockport Union ~~Scum & Urinal~~ Sun & Journal and the Tonawanda ~~Snooze~~ News.

In other words, this one I got paid to write. Nothing more than my actual salary to write, but still paid.

In rupees, but still paid.

It’ll also be available online at the Gazette’s website in the Night & Day section.

Fare thee well until next we speak, kind reader.

Acting ain't so hard

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 00:38:07 -0400

So, I’m an actor. Or so I have to tell myself now. I’m not professional yet, I don’t get paid (I think back to an episode of The Big Bang Theory and remember the exchange between Leonard and Penny when her electricity is out: “Really, you’ve had an acting job where you got paid?” “THAT is not the definition of professional.”), but I do get to go and stand on a wood stump and tell a ghost story.

Yeah, a ghost story. I totally make this story up on the spot. I hope people understand that. This isn’t rehearsed, I don’t have a script. I have a little bit of research in my head about a ship from the 1600s which may be a ghost ship because no one’s found it (actually it has been found, I know one of the guys who did it) and it is intriguing.

But one thing they didn’t teach me in my improv acting class is make sure you look your part. In improv, everything is made up. But here, I actually have a costume.

I did well my first night. I got up on that stump, I told my completely unrehearsed ghost story, got a fell shivers from some of the young children near the front of the stage and had a blast in my first performance.

Everything was looking great. Until I realized afterward my fly was down the whole time. Yeah, it’s been that kind of night.

Next week should be better in the wardrobe department for sure.

What do you get a guy turning 30?

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 21:49:43 -0400

So, my birthday is only days away. When I was a young child, it was the best day of the year. I think everyone can say they loved celebrating their birthday. It meant PRESENTS! And dinner at a restaurant of my choice, at least in my family.

But as I got older, I realized it’s just another day. And maybe it’s because my desires have switched from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures to functional clothing and bed sheets, but now the presents don’t even get me super excited.

The last few years have been a series of lackluster birthdays. Sure I’ve been with friends and family, but the excitement just hasn’t been the same. After all, I’m just turning another year older (insert sad clown music here).

So this year, I’m not lying down and taking it. Not anymore. This year, I’m turning 30, and I’m going to do it with a bang rather than a whimper. And you’re going to help me.

Yes, you. I’m pointing at you through my computer screen (it’s magic). I’m taking the thrill of turning another year older back and turning my birthday into something meaningful for someone else. The people of Rwanda, actually.

Hear me out.

Charity: Water, a nonprofit organization which builds clean drinking water wells in poverty-stricken African countries, has a campaign where people donate their birthdays, instead of collecting presents, to making a real difference.

The idea is to do something different with my birthday, to bring back its meaning in my life. The best way I know how to do that at this age is to make sure my day helps to keep someone less fortunate than me alive and in good health.

September 17 was a special day for me, now it can be again.

And what’s more, 100 percent of every donation each of you make goes directly to helping these people.

I’ve done the research on this charity, this is 100 percent legitimate. I’ve donated through them myself before. All I’m asking you to do right now is to take the time to figure out for yourself exactly what I’ve already figured out. Do a little reading, learn about the charity and its projects, watch the videos.

Then decide. Give a little, give a lot, it doesn’t matter. If you can’t afford to drop some coin, pass the link on to your friends. Have them read this blog. Point them towards a cause that’s worthy of attention.

Too many people say they want to do something but don’t know where to start. Well, here’s the starting point. And once you’ve donated, pledge your birthday as well. I promise you, you won’t regret it.

Please click this link - it opens in a new window - and let the world know you are standing up with me to make a difference. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

-Tim

It may be time to buy some new bed sheets. #wornthrough (Taken...

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 01:15:04 -0400

It may be time to buy some new bed sheets. #wornthrough (Taken with Instagram)

Sleeping surface for the night (Taken with Instagram)

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 00:15:25 -0400

Sleeping surface for the night (Taken with Instagram)

The Dark Knight Rises and what this world is (an opinion)

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 20:43:38 -0400

OK, so before I go into my review of The Dark Knight Rises (a.k.a. The Best Movie Ever Made), I need to say a few words about what happened in Colorado overnight. At about 12:30 a.m. Mountain Time Friday, a gunman opened fire inside an Aurora movie theater showing the film.

The gunman, suspected to be 24-year-old James Holmes, was arrested shortly after the mass shooting, but not before killing more than a dozen people and injuring close to 50 more. UPDATE: The victim number appears to be around 71 total, including those who died.

This is a tragedy of monumental proportions. It’s a movie theater, filled with people who have nowhere to go. It’s hard enough getting out of the seat rows when you’re walking. Now do it in a hail of bullets and in a fear-induced panic, surrounded by a hundred other fearful panicking people. I honestly can’t imagine it. I really can’t.

My thoughts are with the victims, people like Jessica Ghawi who survived a mass shooting in the Eaton Centre in Toronto last month only to be killed watching a movie here. There are sure to be many more stories told following this in the coming hours and days as the victims come to public light. And as they do, we need to remember them, much like we did after Columbine, Virginia Tech and Chardon Township, Ohio just recently. They all deserve to be known if even for just a short time. They were citizens, waiting for a movie to start they’d waited years to see.

Cowardice took them away from us.

That movie, the one they never got to watch, seems distant now. It’s not important anymore and likely won’t be. Ever. It’s not funny in the least how tragedy seems to follow this film franchise around, with this shooting following the untimely death of Heath Ledger shortly after filming its predecessor, The Dark Knight. Oh, and a stuntman died while filming it as well. The movies aren’t just a dark re-imagining of the Dark Knight, they’re actually deadly.

But they’re also good. No, they’re great. And that’s what this should have been about. Not about shooting victims or deaths surrounding productions. This write-up should have been about the characters which shined, including Anne Hathaway’s Selina “Catwoman” Kyle. Especially Anne Hathaway.

I could go on and on about the performances. Tom Hardy’s Bane was perfect for the film (though the voice was a lot worse than anything Christian Bale was accused of in the previous movie). Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine owned their roles and their screen time, just like always. And the aforementioned Bale, he was magnificent.

Like The Dark Knight, this film was long. It clocks in at almost three hours (and goes beyond it once you consider the immense amount of previews before it gets started). But unlike its predecessor, this film has almost no lagging moments or parts between action scenes where you wonder why the director thought pacing needed to slow to a snail’s pace.

There will be no spoilers in this review. There will only be praise. I’m no film critic, though I have had multiple reviews published in newspapers. This movie is, to me, the best movie ever made. Because it goes beyond explosions and fights and astonishing cameos even the most up-to-date scooper can’t predict (OK, one spoiler: JONATHAN CRANE!). It is a story with characters that just happen to be from a comic book, not the other way around.

If you go see a movie (by this, I mean you aren’t scared away from the theater because of the actions of a homicidal dirtbag) and decide on this one, you won’t be disappointed. And you don’t need to be a big Batman fan. I’ve never once read a single comic about Batman. My experiences with the characters come from early 90s cartoon shows and the movies from the same time period. I’m a fan a good story telling, and this movie did the best I’ve ever seen. Ever.

No one’s better. But that’s just me. Tell me what you think by following me on Twitter or Facebook or by sending me a message here on Tumblr.

Thank you for reading.

And the dart landed on your Tumblr icon so, can you please advise how to enbale NOTES for the invididual posts?

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 01:18:17 -0400

No, I can’t. Cause I don’t know how to.

Long time no see

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 22:35:20 -0400

Ni hao, Tumblr, I have missed you. OK, not really, but it has been a long, long time since I’ve posted anything. Primarily because I’ve been putting out a kiloton of stories over at the Niagara Gazette newspaper.

Some of my more recent favorites are: this story about a Chinese experience camp meeting in Lewiston-Porter, this story about a local school superintendent who was paid to leave his district and a personal look into why I like the Facebook timeline profile (though many will disagree with me).

I also did a story detailing local reaction to the school shooting in the Cleveland, Ohio area, an in-depth piece about what state testing is doing to districts in western Niagara County and even touched on the Buffalo Sabres in the sports section (sorry, they don’t put these on the Internet, so no links).

But the highlight so far was the amazing time I had covering everything Nik Wallenda has done in Niagara Falls, from N.Y. Gov. Andrew Cuomo signing the bill to make the highwire walk possible and a year-end wrap up story for 2011 to the biggest story of my professional career previewing the historic walk the morning before it happened (link not available). I also got in on the post-walk fun talking to various city leaders about how Wallenda’s walk will impact the area short-term and long-term both.

From there, it was on to a personal favorite series of stories I wrote. Nearby Lewiston, N.Y. entered to contend for the USA Today/Rand McNally Best of the Road contest’s distinction of “Best For Food.” The tiny town entertained both Mike Shubic and Brian Cox last month for three days first welcoming them with open arms, feeding them an amazing assortment of dishes and then sending them on their way. When it came down to final judgment, Lewiston couldn’t beat Santa Fe, N.M. (which has almost four times the number of people) but held its head high in defeat.

In all, this year has been one chaotic mess. That’s a lot of reading I’m leaving you with, but the hope is you can have it all done by summer, just in time for the new school year to start. Until next time, Tumblr, shi shi. (This blog started out with ‘hello’ in Chinese and ended with ‘goodbye’ in the same language.)

Sticking to a schedule is impossible

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 21:41:17 -0500

So I promised a new post every day in February. Not that anyone is reading them. But the promise was made anyway.

I haven’t delivered. It was only the second day, but I missed it, posting late. I missed the third day again. Then, I went away from my computer for a couple days. That brings us to Tuesday. I really need to get a better handle on things.

So, I missed posting about the Super Bowl. It was a good game (not great), and the drama was exactly what I wanted. I wanted a last-play game, which is what I was rooting for. I got it.

As a Buffalonian, I had no interest in watching the Patriots win a game. I also had no interest in the Giants winning, because my family is decidedly anti-New York sports teams. So instead of a winner, I cheered for drama. And did I get it.

As Tom Brady dropped back for the final heave down the field, I enjoyed the thought that the play mattered.

As for the commercials - the real reason to watch any Super Bowl - they were funny. My top 3 were:

1) M&Ms party featuring Ms. Brown.
2) The Hyundai cheetah commercial
3) Clint Eastwood’s halftime call-to-arms

The other ones were OK. Matthew Broderick was all right in his. Jerry Seinfeld wasn’t as cool as I thought the bit would be. They were OK, but nothing spectacular.

That’s it. Bye for now.

Look at the awesomesauce this kid is full of. Complete with the...

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 02:09:00 -0500

Look at the awesomesauce this kid is full of. Complete with the greatest socks ever. This one’s circa 1990 or so. I bet I was about 8 or something close to it.

In the nick of time (finally)

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 23:33:00 -0500

Eventually, I’m gonna have to stop making my timing of the blog post the title, but I’m content with it this time.

Today’s post is rather brief. It comes from a text message a colleague, investigative journalist-extraordinaire Rick Pfeiffer, received at around 6 p.m. today. It seems the Amherst police were called to the north campus of Erie Community College today about a suspicious package received in the mail.

The box was taped shut. They had the New York State police bomb squad on the scene and they x-rayed the package to check for any explosives. But what they found wasn’t very explosive. It was actually quite furry.

A live cat was inside the package. It’s quite disturbing. I haven’t gotten any word about the cat’s condition, though it seemed to be fully functioning. But the best part about the story actually is the humor that can be taken from it once you separate yourself from the obvious animal cruelty involved.

There once was a man named Erwin Schrodinger who poisoned a cat. Well, no, that’s not actually how it happened, folks, if you’re familiar with the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment.

In 1935, the Austrian scientist devised an answer to a paradox in quantum mechanics where one could think of two possible outcomes of a question at the same time. He illustrated it by imagining a cat placed in a box with a poison set to release at an unknown, random time. The two were sealed in the box.

Now because the poison couldn’t be determined to have released or not, the entire time the cat is in the box, it could be thought of as both dead and alive. It isn’t until you open the box, Schrodinger said, that you figure it out and get a true answer.

But it’s maybe a little telling that my mind immediately went to Schrodinger’s Cat when I heard about the boxed-up kitty. I was hoping the physics department wasn’t the unhappy recipient of a horrible, horrible joke. Or the initiators of one.

Bottom line: Don’t put cats in boxes, seal them up and ship them to a local college. It’s really cruel, even if it’s for science.

It's Still February 2 in California, this counts

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:34:33 -0500

Wow, it didn’t take me long to break that. Seriously, one day?

So we’ll count this as the Feb. 2 post, even though it’s being written and published on Feb. 3 because I haven’t been around my own computer since Feb. 1.

I’m going to take this opportunity to say just how much I’m enjoying this group of episodes of “The Big Bang Theory” on CBS. Tonight was the fourth consecutive home run, and might have been its best of the group, which includes the gut-busting “I need wood” scenes from the show’s 100th episode.

The laughs today were genuine and harkened back to what made the show one of the few I actually invest my time in and enjoy. For too long, they focused on trying to turn the characters into something they’re not. The core of the show is the conflicts between Leonard and Sheldon and how they work through them. It isn’t Howard’s relationship with Bernadette, or Raj’s inability to talk to (attractive) women.

Heck, it isn’t even Leonard’s quest to be with women.

(Spoiler alert: Watch the Feb. 2 episode of “The Big Bang Theory” before going on, or don’t)

But a little about that first, before I go on. It is really, really nice to see Leonard and Penny together in some capacity again. But the only way the show’s creative minds (see: writers) can keep something as intricate as a working relationship going between the two is to do what they did in tonight’s episode: keep it in the background. Penny asking to make out with Leonard by the light of the lightsaber was perfect, especially since the show didn’t try to force it down the audience’s throat. If something does really develop on that front, and I feel it should, it needs to be slow. It doesn’t need to be referred to as a beta test in every episode, but a little bit at a time is really what we need.

But I digress. The show really is about the conversations and arguments between Leonard and Sheldon. Their latest fight was fantastic, with great comedic value. I just wish it didn’t just end, which the show has an overwhelming tendency to do. Keeping with the idea of the core being Leonard and Sheldon, the other characters got the right amount of screen time. Penny was in it just enough (a little more Kaley Cuoco is good, too), while the supporting characters of Raj and Howard got their own story.

All in all, the episode turned out to be one of the show’s best.

Hey, It's February 1 in Buffalo, it counts

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:13:00 -0500

Motivation is a tricky thing. So is rocking a rhyme (Like if you get that reference and didn’t need Google). But unlike Run DMC, I don’t have rap skills to fall back on when the creativity is hitting a log jam.

So, I’m going to try to spark some sort of creativity jambreaker (not a word, I know) by writing in this blog (well, posting - pictures and other things count too) at least once a day for the entire month of February. Why February, you ask? It has the fewest days, even when there’s an extra, random day like this year. It’s kind of cheating.

I try to write for pleasure, the stuff I really want to do, but a lot of it gets stymied by things I need to write for work. I have a hard time concentrating on my fun projects, like the spec script I’m working on, or my book I started in 2010 and hasn’t been touched since September 2011. It’s all because my brain gets caught in the journalist stage where a story is only 500-700 words and gets edited immediately before being shuffled off to whoever puts the thing on the page.

Contrary to popular opinion, I didn’t sign up for journalism right out of college. I sort of took it on as a way to write, to get the creative juices flowing. Problem is, I only get creative when I’m not working. Otherwise, I’m the equivalent of a puddle of Jell-O left out overnight.

I need to find some honest-to-goodness motivation to do what I want to do, or I’m going to go mad fairly soon. Any writers out there have any good tips to get past this lack? Besides “Hey, just sit down and write.” I would if I had all the time in the world, or a job which didn’t constantly tax that part of me.

firebrickdreams: This is it. My Friday nights will be a lot...

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 11:54:00 -0500

firebrickdreams:

This is it. My Friday nights will be a lot less colorful from here on out. Goodbye, Chuck. Thank you for the five awesome seasons.

Review: 'Chuck' finale tugged too much

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 03:46:00 -0500

(Spolier Warning: Don’t read on if you haven’t watched the final episodes and want to. And if this relates to you, why haven’t you watched it yet?)

Whoever suggested the ending to “Chuck” be a fade out after one final request for a kiss really needs to have their head examined.

Because they’re a freaking genius.

The ending capped off one of the most emotionally upheaving finales I’ve ever watched. The sendoffs and curtain calls were genius. The minor characters got closure and the supporting ones got back to their lives.

It should have been the perfect ending. Except one thing: It was only the minor characters who got to go on living.

Anyone who’s watched the show for any length of time knows the character Chuck’s (Zachary Levi) reason for being, for existing, is Sarah Walker (Yvonne Strahovski). So when the camera pulled out from their final embrace, questions still lingering, in a way, the writers left a piece of the main character dead.

Yes, she requested the kiss. Yes, the new Sarah Walker was falling in love with our Nerd-Hearder all over again and Sleeping Beauty might have been stirred in the show’s mind’s eye. But then again, maybe not. And there-in lies the problem. There’s no next time, there’s nothing left to say.

Of course it’s designed to do just that. It’s not the first time a television show or movie ended this way, and it certainly won’t be the last. I don’t begrudge anyone. I loved the finale, I really did. I just felt cheated at the end.

Only it wasn’t the final scene, the best two words any guy will ever hear, that got me upset. The show’s ultimate let down happened a bit earlier.

As a fan, I invested the majority of my interest in the relationship between the title character and his partner/girlfriend/wife-turned-enemy-turned-something Sarah. I think it’s that investment which brings this begrudged feeling out of me, because I endured some not-so-great writers back in seasons three and four to remain loyal to the end.

There was a scene just before the beach scene where John Casey (Adam Baldwin) walked away from Chuck one final time, complete with a hug. Shortly thereafter, Chuck watched as his wife followed suit, minus the hug. He started to open his mouth, to say what needed to be said, to do what needed to be done. Then he stopped. And my heart hit the floor.

Here’s your title character, the leader of a team of spies, the boy-turned-man capable of successfully wooing a girl like Sarah and almost getting her to quit the only thing she ever knew, and he freezes up. It was painful, physically painful, watching this character lose in a single second everything that made him great to begin with. His passion for her, his confidence he’d spent five years developing to get to where he was, suddenly evaporated, even after a speech from his best friend told him a kiss, one last kiss, was all he needed. And he let her walk away untouched.

I was promised in an interview with Levi before the finale that Chuck was going to fight for Sarah. He was going to give every last bit he had. Except he didn’t even come close. There was no urgency.

Something changed in me as I watched it. I lost respect for Chuck Bartowski. I lost the ability, when it should have been there the most, to suspend my disbelief, to stop thinking of them as characters in a work of fiction and to start thinking of them as people who could be next door to me, or even actually me.

You can argue the payoff at the end, when they finally do come together, is much higher with that scene as is. But there are two arguments against it. First, if you consider it from a character’s perspective, Chuck’s inability to go after her could have cost him his wife forever. We know, as the audience, he’s going to find her and get her back (he does). That he’s going to get that final kiss in (he does), and we might find out if it works (we don’t). But he doesn’t know this, so his inaction, his lack of fight for her, is ultimately the most perplexing thing.

The other argument is also simple. If he tells her Morgan’s (Joshua Gomez) idea, the thought kicks around upstairs and while she can still walk away from him, the seed has been planted. That way, when he meets her on the beach, the absolute best place for the show’s final scene, she’s already thinking of it. It’s more realistic and fits closer to the characters they’ve created.

So for me, that scene’s why I have such a hard time enjoying the ending, despite the absolutely touching way it came together. The stakes were high. I built myself up into a frenzy over this final episode. And in the end, I couldn’t believe it.

So I walk away from “Chuck” one final time, both amazed at what the show was and lost behind how it could have, with a few subtle changes, been so much more rewarding. I won’t say better. I don’t want to think better. It ended as it should have, given the direction they took Sarah. But I question the Chuck character now, something I never did despite, as he told her, both of them seeing other people.

It tugged me too much, and I broke. But at the end of the day, I wouldn’t for the life of me take back watching the episode, or watching the show at all. So what if he didn’t really fight for her until the last second. He got the girl. Chuck and Sarah went out together, into the sunset, one final ………..

Resolutions, smresolutions

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 11:58:00 -0500

New Year’s resolutions are pathetic. But everyone makes some, whether for fun or serious need. Some resolve to eat healthier while munching on potato chips, while others resolve to end world hunger, an impossible feat.

Last year’s resolutions weren’t all garbage, though. Surprisingly, I managed to complete three of them. I did run my first 5K race, competing (unofficially) in the Susan G. Komen 5K in June. I also managed to get into the gym on a regular basis, not a semi-regular basis. I feel much better about myself physically as I enter 2012 than I did in 2011.

I also got a job, re-entering the journalism field at the Niagara Gazette in Niagara Falls, N.Y. I enjoy the reporting I do, having found a bit of a niche in the education reporting I do for them. It’s rewarding in other ways money can’t get me, but a little extra cash couldn’t hurt, right?

So, with that in mind, here are a few I’m making and hoping to keep for 2012:

1.) Keep working out - I spent 2011 getting healthier and I need 2012 to continue on the same path. I’ve changed my body a little, now it’s time to complete the work I set out to do a year ago.

2.) Make waves with this year’s Gelatin Splash - If they’ll have me back, I’d love to continue what I’ve started the last two years. That means taking the Gelatin Splash further onto the Internet. How about a Tumblr blog? Some new videos for our YouTube channel? More Facebook involvement? I say yes to all. It’ll take more than me this year, but we can do it.

3.) Stop living in fear of mistakes - I’m a weird person when it comes to work mentality. I either constantly fear screwing up, or get so cocky doing a great job, I get arrogant. I want neither. I’d like to spend 2012 doing my work and accepting it as worthwhile, but not as barn-burning journalism. I’m not that bad, and I’m not that good.

That’s just some of them. Others aren’t as Internet-friendly, so they won’t be posted. I’m curious, what are some of yours?

End of one tough year

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 11:40:59 -0500

I started 2011 unsure of anything. I end it pretty much the same. It’s been a tough year, but one I view as a character-building one, not an endless struggle I can’t recover from.

January came with me four months into unemployment, working hard at writing a book and looking for new ways to put my stamp on the world. I had thrust myself into running a soccer league in Buffalo which was failing after its ownership relocated to Kansas City. And I quickly realized just how helpless the league was.

As spring rolled around, I got involved in my second consecutive Gelatin Splash, an event benefiting the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. It’s a disease I have a serious desire to help eliminate any way I can, as my grandmother carried leukemia with her for 20+ years before she passed away in 2006.

Working solely on that for months, I was able to conceive, film, edit and post three short videos on YouTube. The first video you can view below:

The videos are my favorite part of the year, because it showed myself I can learn to do knew things I hadn’t tried before, and pushed me going forward.

As things ramped up with the Gelatin Splash, I also started thinking I could find work in journalism again. I got a Facebook message from a total stranger, the city editor at the Niagara Gazette in Niagara Falls, NY. He told me they had an opening they were looking to fill and a friend of mine had recommended me. Floored, I took the opportunity to get back into the game and started writing for the newspaper in September.

So I’ve been writing ever since, with a renewed vigor and an eye towards the future. 2011 was difficult. I learned a lot, grew a lot (mentally, not physically) and realized a little hard work opens a lot of doors.

So here’s to 2012, the year the world ends. It’s going to be weird come December 20 next year, I would think.

defranco: Watch Rick Perry’s campaign end right before your...

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 00:46:13 -0500

defranco:

Watch Rick Perry’s campaign end right before your eyes with one final word. Oops.