Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Spoilers Ahead! Deal With It

When I first got online in college back the mid-1990s (before there were even pictures on the Web, kids!), the main interactive destination was the USENET newsgroups. Organized by topic and dedicated to a bewildering array of human interests, newsgroups provided a way for fans of particular arts, artists, hobbies, sports teams, whatever to talk to each other in semi-real time. Web-based forums have displaced the newsgroups over the years, but they’re still out there.

On the sports groups I frequented – soccer and Formula 1, naturally – a common bit of courtesy developed when it came to discussing results for games or races while they were in progress or shortly thereafter. If, for instance, you wanted to talk about Tottenham’s 9-1 demolition of Wigan a couple weekends ago, your subject would be something like "Tottenham/Wigan [R]". The "[R]" meant there were results in the thread. If you didn’t want to know how the game turned out, come back later. That was opposed to a header something like "OMG, Tottenham Hammers 9 Past Wigan!"

In modern terms we call such things "spoilers" and people are routinely castigated for giving them away. Yeah, well, quit yer' bitchin', says one British critic:

Lately, I've witnessed adults sulking over someone pre-revealing that the house actually goes 'up' in the children's Pixar cartoon Up. Or that True Blood is about sex and vampires. And most heinous of all – SPOILER ALERT – that The Wire features a drug-dealer called Stringer Bell. ('Oh my God! I was saving that box set for sometime in 2011 once our youngest kid started day-nursery! You have totally sprayed me with SPOILER SHRAPNEL!') The bleating never ceases, and Wire fans are the worst offenders. I could tell Wire fans I'd driven home four times over the limit and parked vaguely west of my next-door neighbour's sofa, and this would not elicit the same horror as accidentally saying that Angry shoots Cracky in season blank. Spoiling someone's sacred experience of watching The Wire – which is a very good TV show, but let's be clear, just a bloody TV show – is a grave, unspeakable sin.
I agree completely, at least in terms of general Internet conversation.

Going back to the USENET example, in spite of the general policy against putting results in headers folks would regularly do just that. Swept away in the joy of a big win (or the pity of a crushing defeat), someone would do the unthinkable and be roundly criticized for it. On occasion, someone would post a result in a header just to piss people off. Their defense - if you don't want to have the result of a game or race ruined for you, stay the hell away from a news group until you've seen it.

That makes eminent sense. Really, if you want to wait on pins and needles to see what happens on this week's edition of Flash Forward, but you can't watch it until the weekend, just stay away from the places where the show will be discussed for the next few days. Why should everyone else on the plant conform to your TiVo schedule? That's not even getting into shows or movies that have been around for years. Dent has it right, it's those folks who are "spoiled to the core."

As always, there are exceptions to that general rule. For one, published reviews of movies and such should generally give as little of the plot away as possible. But that's because reviews are generally read ahead of time (though not always) when making the decision whether to see a flick or not, not comprehensive breakdowns of who does what to whom. Another exception would be among friends and family, if you know someone hasn't seen something and really wants to, simple courtesy dictates not being a dick and ruing their fun.

But there's more to it than courtesy or what have you. Fact is, if the only thing that moves you about a movie or TV show is the mechanics of the plot, you're pretty much beyond hope. Brazil gets repeated viewings in my house, even though I know that Sam ends up tortured by best friend and goes insane (Gilliam's "happy ending"). I watch The Prestige over and over even though I know how all the false identities play out in the end. I know that Buffy blows up her school to defeat The Mayor at the end of the third season, but that doesn't stop me from rewatching it. Because there are things to be gleaned, even on repeated viewings, beyond the mechanics of who lives or dies.

For the record:
  • The Wizard in The Wizard of Oz is really just a feeble old man behind a curtain with some cool effects at his disposal;
  • Darth Vader is not only Luke's father, but Leia is also Luke's sister (which makes the chemistry in Episode IV just a little creepy, no?);
  • "Rosebud" is the name of Kane's sled; and
  • Tommy "sure plays a mean pinball."
If the knowledge of any of those things really ruins, nay spoils, your appreciation of those works, well then you're a dolt. And you deserve it.

Monday, November 30, 2009

I'm a Winnah! (Redux)

It is done, yet it is not finished.

What could lead to such near incoherence? Why the end of National Novel Writing Month, that's what! For the second year in a row, I've hit the magic 50,000 word month and thus I'm a NaNoWriMo winner twice over!


After a month's worth of work, I've pooted forth 50,202 words. That's the good news. The bad news is that, unlike last year, I'm nowhere near finished with this book. Last year's Plausible Reliability finished up at about 73,600 words, so I was two-thirds of the way through after NaNo. The Water Road is, at best, about halfway finished, and that depends largely on whether I try to wedge one character's story into it or leave it out for a separate novella. Miles to go before I sleep and all that.

Thanks again to everybody who has offered a kind word or encouragement along the way. Hopefully, this one won't end up in a heap on the kitchen table once editing time comes along!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

How to Make Baseball Interesting

I'm not a fan of the national pastime, but maybe that's because I've been doing it wrong. Like engaging with it sober (via Concurring Opinions):



I've heard worse excuses to embed some echolyn, while I'm at it:

Monday, November 23, 2009

Can't Argue With That

For the most part, the fortune cookies I get when I eat Chinese food actually make some kind of sense. Not so yesterday's lunch chaser:

Now go to it!
It's ready to be prick.
Add to that the fact that my Chinese word of the day on the other side was "disease" and I'm not sure what they were trying to tell me. Maybe that I should have ordered off the Chinese, rather than Japanese, side of the menu?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Oh Noes!

She's gone rogue, but now Sarah Palin is . . .


. . . going Moog! Run for the hills!

Shamelessly lifted from here.

Monday, November 16, 2009

The Breaker’s Gone

English actor Edward Woodward, most well known in the States for his Golden Globe winning role in the TV series The Equalizer, has died in a British hospital.

Though prolific on stage and both screens (small and big), he only really got to be the main attraction in films twice. Once was in the cult classic The Wicker Man (the first one, obviously) and in one of my favorite films of all time, Breaker Morant. I’ve gone on about Breaker before, so I won’t do it again. Suffice to say, it’s a bummer he’s no longer with us.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Time to Make Some Lists

I just realized that we're coming to an end of a decade, as the "aughts" will finish up when the New Year rolls around in January. Not surprisingly, we're starting to see "best of" lists for the decade. The Times of London is already up with its 100 best films of the decade, while The Onion's AV Club has started a project to nail down the decades best . . . well, everything.

In that spirit and in line with (and in addition to) my tradition "My Year In . . ." posts, I'll have a pair of posts about what you "aught" to have heard or seen in the past ten years. I'll limit it to the top ten albums and movies of the decade, that I've actually seen and heard, of course. Get your nominations and politicking in now!