I am currently watching the television debut of the series "Quarterlife." The show follows six "creative" people in their twenties through the videoblog of a young lady named Dylan. The show has apparently gathered a following through episodes on the Internet. I am watching almost as research. My wife and I teach the quarterlife age group Bible study at our church and I am hoping to further my knowledge of the twenty-something condition. Apparently I have forgotten quite a bit in my four years of absence from that demographic.
I do believe, however, that there is need for a similar show for folks my age. So, this is my attempt to garner a web following that will eventually lead to my own television series. First of all my show will not be based on a videoblog...let's just say that I have a face for the written blog. Second, I don't own a digital camcorder so even if I were purty I would have a hard time proving that to you.
Let's get started.
Title: Originally "One/ThirdLife" was the title. This presents a problem. I am currently 34 years of age. 34 x 3 = 102. Now, that is an age that I could possibly live to but at my current rate of McDonald's consumption and UV ray exposure it is most unlikely. Additionally I doubt my kids much like the idea of changing my diapers as her retirement pastime. Using the average American male life expectancy of 74 years and dividing my age by that number the title could be "Forty-Five-Point-Nine-Percent-Life" but, quite frankly, it is depressing realizing that my life is that close to half over. So back to "One/Third Life" and Jordan and the boys will just have to live with the diaper changes. Will this upset them?...Depends.(I completely stole that joke from my brother-in-law...Listen to him on "The Show with No Name" weekdays on 630 WLAP from 3pm to 6pm).
Episode I: Our protagonist (we'll call him Nathan) documents his life and the the lives of those he loves on his blog. He tells of things such as he and his wife getting a baby-sitter(thanks Boppy) so they can go out on a date only to realize that they are exhausted and are more than happy to return home by 9:30(you're welcome Boppy). It will also tell of the adventures of parenthood including such things as the youngest son getting potty-trained(his third grade teacher is going to be so excited!). The show will include scenes of the ensemble cast sitting around discussing life much like on "Quarterlife" and previously seen on "Friends." The difference being instead of a trendy coffee house the witty banter will take place at the mall play area or at Chuck E. Cheese's. The conversation will not include dating exploits but will cover more practical aspects of life such as good places to download coupons and the dread of impending prostate examinations (I got six years).
Time Slot: I think this show should air in conjunction with "Quarterlife." The problem being that if "One/ThirdLife" comes on after "Quarterlife" (as would make sense chronologically) most of the one/third-lifers will probably already be in bed. So I think it should come on at 9pm with "Quarterlife" following at ten.
The Moral: Each "One/ThirdLife" episode will end with Nathan blogging about being completely elated with his lot in life. He would realize that many of the characters on "Quarterlife" would make fun of his thirtysomething lifestyle(yeah, we own a mini-van)...would he care...nope...would he trade with them...no way...does he miss that stage of life...a little...what does he miss most?...metabolism.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Tripp'n on a Hole in a Paper What?
My boys love video games. Now quit your judging, it's not what you think. My boys love to watch other people play video games. Namely, they like to watch ol' dad play video games. It started with Scooby-Doo, then Mario, Sonic, Cars, and now....Guitar Hero.
It started innocent enough, I wanted to secretly practice Guitar Hero so I could challenge my daughter. The boys were going to "help." I did not know what a monster I was creating. I now have metal-loving, head banging, air guitar playing sons that are obsessed with Guitar Hero.
The Evidence:
A) The boys get out their own guitars and play along with me while I play the game -- not overly concerning...in fact it's pretty cute.
B) The boys now sing along with the songs and grunt along with the guitar riffs -- a little disconcerting when you hear your three year old belt out some Guns n Roses.
C) Now when you speak of something being difficult to do the boys refer to that activity as "Having orange in it." That is a reference to the hardest level of Guitar hero having orange notes that you have to play -- Really sad, makes me think of when UK has to play UT this year, hard.
D) I made the mistake of cluing the boys in to the fact that I had the Stone Temple Pilots' song "Tripping on a Hole in a Paper Heart" on my Ipod. Every song of every truck ride is now completely filled with this song...along with the boys bang'n heads and strumm'n the air guitar in addition to singing each word at the top of their lungs.
E) So, I took the boys to see "Alvin and the Chipmunks" the other day. Every time the Chipmunks would start singing my boys would hop into the aisle and hold their hands over their heads, not acting like they were playing air guitar, but acting like they were playing Guitar Hero -- in the absence of a Guitar Hero guitar this looks very strange (picture moving your fingers like you were playing the keyboard but an invisible one that is above your head).
F) Sunday night the boys and I were sitting in church. I am standing and singing a praise song when I notice the boys moving. I look down to see my boys, again not strumming an air guitar but, alas, waving their fingers over their head(I don't know why they play the guitar over their head, they just do), pretending to have a Guitar Hero guitar in their hands. I was amused...the folks around me were worried. It looked like my sons had flat lost their minds...or gotten the Holy Ghost.
Frankly, I blame their mother. I gotta go, I want to play Free Bird before the boys have to go to bed.
It started innocent enough, I wanted to secretly practice Guitar Hero so I could challenge my daughter. The boys were going to "help." I did not know what a monster I was creating. I now have metal-loving, head banging, air guitar playing sons that are obsessed with Guitar Hero.
The Evidence:
A) The boys get out their own guitars and play along with me while I play the game -- not overly concerning...in fact it's pretty cute.
B) The boys now sing along with the songs and grunt along with the guitar riffs -- a little disconcerting when you hear your three year old belt out some Guns n Roses.
C) Now when you speak of something being difficult to do the boys refer to that activity as "Having orange in it." That is a reference to the hardest level of Guitar hero having orange notes that you have to play -- Really sad, makes me think of when UK has to play UT this year, hard.
D) I made the mistake of cluing the boys in to the fact that I had the Stone Temple Pilots' song "Tripping on a Hole in a Paper Heart" on my Ipod. Every song of every truck ride is now completely filled with this song...along with the boys bang'n heads and strumm'n the air guitar in addition to singing each word at the top of their lungs.
E) So, I took the boys to see "Alvin and the Chipmunks" the other day. Every time the Chipmunks would start singing my boys would hop into the aisle and hold their hands over their heads, not acting like they were playing air guitar, but acting like they were playing Guitar Hero -- in the absence of a Guitar Hero guitar this looks very strange (picture moving your fingers like you were playing the keyboard but an invisible one that is above your head).
F) Sunday night the boys and I were sitting in church. I am standing and singing a praise song when I notice the boys moving. I look down to see my boys, again not strumming an air guitar but, alas, waving their fingers over their head(I don't know why they play the guitar over their head, they just do), pretending to have a Guitar Hero guitar in their hands. I was amused...the folks around me were worried. It looked like my sons had flat lost their minds...or gotten the Holy Ghost.
Frankly, I blame their mother. I gotta go, I want to play Free Bird before the boys have to go to bed.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Poli-Sci
I need your help. For the last two weeks I have heard nothing but news about the Iowa Caucuses. Huckabee and Obama won, but what is a caucus? How does it work? Why does Kentucky have a caucus that doesn't matter? Why doesn't it matter? Who came up with the name "Caucus?" Why is it so fun to say "Caucuses?" Why isn't the plural called "Caucuii?" Iowa, seriously?
These are the questions I have. I need your help in getting them answered. Now don't go and look it up and then just answer from that....that's boring. I want answers off the top of your head. Colby Adams, I don't know if you even read this blog but I bet you could answer. Anyone else that knows please chime in. Points will be given for creativity.
These are the questions I have. I need your help in getting them answered. Now don't go and look it up and then just answer from that....that's boring. I want answers off the top of your head. Colby Adams, I don't know if you even read this blog but I bet you could answer. Anyone else that knows please chime in. Points will be given for creativity.
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