I’m at the cusp of a very busy time which, of course, means I am procrastinating wildly (like writing this blog post) in a nonsensical effort to kick away all the tasks I have set for myself.
Silly monkey.
The editing on the Ruffus The Dog project continues. Our version of The Christmas Carol is nearing completion and the work of promoting it is already gearing up in anticipation of our December 17th release. We’re even planning on having a theatrical screening here in Toronto to mark the occasion and celebrate with everyone who worked on it. I’ll post more on that later.
Also as part of the overall Ruffus Project we’ve been working on a series of illustrated graphic novellas based on the original shoes. These are going to be really cool and colourful publications for young readers. Sort of a mix between Classics Illustrated comics and Fractured Fairy Tales – but with a dog in the middle of it all.
Another part of the Ruffus Project is the beginning of a new web series based on the original episodes called Ruffus Rhymes. These are going to be similar to the original fairy tale episodes we’ve been posting online, just as silly and irreverent, but shorter and using classic nursery rhymes from around the world as fodder for our fun.
The Rubber Chicken Players is another web series we shot this summer. It originated from the minds of Jim Taylor and Fred Stinson and then snowballed into a collection of movie, book and theatre parodies featuring – yep – rubber chickens. The full edit on that won’t begin until the Christmas Carol work is completed but some preliminary episodes have been cut together and they are incredibly stupid – which is a good thing. When that is ready to come out I’ll be sure to holler.
My wife, Karen Valleau, has her own web series in development, a delightfully sweet project called My Kitteh! for young audiences. It’s entirely her project but I’m acting as the tech monkey for her vision.
My pal, Fred Stinson, is diligently working on his own web series with Alyson Court called Fuzzy Bunny. It’s definitely not for kids but it is all sorts of juicy, dirty, goofy fun. Fred’s writing all the episodes. I’ll be directing. I think we might be shooting next month; I’m not sure – ask Fred.
All of the above work is pretty much self-financed, with the exception of The Christmas Carol that has been partially funded through the generous support of our Indie go-Go donors – so while it takes up the majority of our time it doesn’t provide a pay cheque. You win – you lose – it’s all good. By the way, we’re going to start another round of financing through Indie Go-go to ensure the timely completion of our Christmas Carol. More on that later.
So what is it with all these fucking web series?
Hey, I’m not the only one.
Toronto boasts a very large Web Series Community creating shows like Jason Leaver’s Out With Dad, Jill Golick’s Ruby Skye P.I. – both award winners – and many others including: Tights & Fights, Microwave Porn, and Pretty In Geek. What we’re doing with Ruffus and our other projects are just a small part of a growing seachange in the development, creation and distribution of entertainment within the interwebs, spearheaded by (among others) Felicia Day’s phenomenal success with her own production The Guild.
I’ll be blathering on more about that when I have time to collect my thoughts. Eventually, as I alluded in earlier postings here, I want to redesign this site – and even change the URL – so this blog becomes a combination news aggregator and creative space with an extra little corner for the occasional rant. I know what I want it to be and how I want it to look, I just haven’t found the time to sit down and code the new pages yet. Soon.
Meanwhile, I’m going back down to the basement to work on Ruffus and take the occasional break to work on my separate adult graphic novel project, that long overdue feature screenplay I want to shoot next year and a batch of pitches for television series my agents hopes I get finished before anything else. I didn’t mention those? Yeah. More stuff.
Silly monkey.
P.S. The other thing I have to do is find a paying gig so I can continue to finance all this work and deal with the bills that are piling up. Maybe I’ll buy another lottery ticket. Yeah. That’ll do the trick.
Neil Patrick Harris did a great job as host of last night’s Emmy Awards broadcast but the highlight was clearly the appearance of Dr. Horrible.
Update: The folks at YouTube pulled the original posting of the video so I’m providing my own copy here – which is a legitimate fair use of the material since it’s being presented as a cultural critique of the event. That’s my fancy way of saying that any brown-nosing legal interns should just fuck off and leave this alone unless you want to get counter-sued for abusing the DMCA.
There were a number of cracks made about the death of broadcast television and while the whole event was obviously a cheer leading session in defence of a dying industry – including this clip mocking the net – it was clear that what was happening to television had to be acknowledged.
Television has followed the course proscribed by McLuhan when he said old media would become the content of new media. The best television programs now are comprised of film content which no longer gets made for theatrical release – cinema, true cinema, is now the content of television. Television itself is being subsumed within the growing influence of the net. The broadcast industry (which includes the caretakers of the pipes – the telco & cable industries) are actively seeking to control and restrain the net to become merely another form of television but that denies the obvious. The internet is not television – but television can, and will, be contained within the internet.
The internet, as a medium, far surpasses the limited abilities of broadcast television.
As for reality television, which had it’s own full category last night, I made the comment on Twitter that reality tv used to be called “The News”. This explains why the nation has such a tenuous and slender grasp on reality itself.
Enjoy how the story of our disrupted culture unfolds. If it’s too much to bear – hide in the basement, sofa monkeys, and make a freeze ray.
Cheers.
P. S. If the audience numbers for last night’s show are any indication – only 12 million viewers, the lowest ever for an Emmy broadcast – the industry is indeed undergoing a significant seachange. Even taking into account Tivo or other time-shifting measures we’ll soon see the day when a simple clip like this garners a larger number of views than the entire audience for broadcast itself. Thanks for watching.
I spent a lovely two weeks in PEI this summer visiting with friends and family. When I returned I discovered that while I was gone the CRTC had made the willfully ignorant and insultingly dirt stupid decision to change the rules in how we are allowed to buy access to the internet in Canada.
“But, Robbo,”, I hear you ask, “What does that have to do with me?”
It means that Bell will be allowed to impose ridiculously low limits on how much you are allowed to download per month and charge you excessive overage fees for it, even if you are using someone else’s Internet service that operates on a Bell line. The motion they filed asks for a 60 gigabyte (GB) per month limit with a fee of $1.125 per gigabyte for overages. 60GB is an incredibly low limit and is unrealistic given the amount of rich content (such as video) that permeates the web today. Even non-enthusiast users can easily exceed that by things as common as frequent YouTube usage and of course, more techie people like myself go higher than that still. Bell already has a fee structure like this in place for their own customers but now wants to extend that to cover all third party Internet providers that are forced to use their lines. For many customers, it could mean their cost for Internet service could more than double and for no extra speed or quality of service.
What makes this bad? For starters, most third party Internet providers don’t buy their bandwidth from Bell, they buy it from other companies and already pay for usage, an average of which is factored into their monthly fees that you pay as a customer. Secondly, Bell has consistently claimed that they need to do this in order to deal with congestion and overcrowding on their network. This has been demonstrated as an outright lie by not only outside analysis but often by Bell’s own submissions to the CRTC. Aside from the fact that bandwidth cost is the lowest it has been in history, their network is simply not as overcrowded as they say and the cost of keeping up with demand is already covered in what they charge people now, as is demonstrated by Bell’s continuing profitability. Bell is essentially using false information to charge us all significantly more for a service that already makes them a tidy profit.
This move is blatantly anti-competitive and Bell’s only motivation for it is that they also provide TV and phone service, both of which are losing numbers to cheaper, more consumer friendly solutions provided online. Severely low limitations like these stifle Canada’s ability to innovate and are quickly taking us from a position as a world leader in Internet penetration to a laughing stock. Other countries around the world are now offered speeds multiple factors higher than what we get here and with much more reasonable download limits, if any at all. Simply put, Bell is trying to control how we use the Internet in order to protect their failing traditional business models. The CRTC (which is staffed largely by former big telecom executives) is complicit in this and is now consistently ruling in Bell’s favour despite all evidence clearly demonstrating their true intentions. This organisation is either incompetent, corrupt or both. Their mandate is to ensure a fair, competitive environment for Canadian consumers and in this, they are an utter failure to us all.
It’s as if the decision was written by the representatives of Bell itself – just as the infamous copyright reform Bill-61 was so obviously written by the U.S. Ambassador and the U.S. media lobby.
We must remember this is consistent behaviour from this current incarnation of the watchdogs of the public airwaves (and other forms of communication) in this country who no longer act as servants of the citizens but as the intentionally ill-informed and weak-kneed mouthpiece of the Harper government and the corporate toads who hold the leashes of our elected representatives.
It’s all part of the same steaming pile of crap as the decisions involving the formation of the New Media Fund – burdening any investment in innovative new forms of online content with required partnerships with the dying business models of broadcast television (an act akin to tossing an anchor to a drowning man) and establishing a board stacked with representatives of the cable industry thereby letting the groaning bloated giants of media retain their role as gatekeepers, jealously guarding their entitled turf by wedging their smug pimpled haunches firmly in the doorway that leads to the future, piling their dung upon the steps for us all to wade through and thereby guaranteeing any growth or success to be had in this country will surely be pissed away in yet another series of meaningless and wasteful gestures. Oh sure, a few good things will come from some of those who have the stomach to swim through that rising fetid tide – the industry itself will stall whilst desperate independent creators will have no alternative but to seek opportunity outside our borders.
It’s the same old sad fucking story.
All this has, without a doubt, occurred under the direction of the Harper government who have made it clear they want the CRTC to take a more lax attitude to regulating the internet – all in the cause of letting the marketplace take its course and to foster increased competition.
Criticisms of the CRTC in online message boards and in comments on CBC stories have been building since it was ordered to proceed with a “light regulatory touch” in 2006 by then industry minister Maxime Bernier.
“Canada’s new government has again furthered its ambitious policy agenda for the telecommunications sector by issuing the policy direction to the CRTC,” Bernier said at the time. “Our plan will increase competition in the marketplace, which ultimately will have a positive effect on the consumer who will benefit from greater choices and improved products and services.”
Bullshit.
The old media retain control of the purse strings thereby thwarting any threat of competition to their rotted zombie-like economic models. Access to content is now beholden to the pricing schemes of a monopolistic telco who will pursue its own best interests and seek to limit the growth and viability of any alternative carriers.
In October the CRTC will render its decision on Net Neutrality and if, as it now seems very likely, they will once again kowtow to the wishes of the Harper government and effectively give away control of what we are allowed to see and say in our internet to the same dickhead greedy fucks who claim to own the internet.
Keep your hands off my thoughts and words, buddy. You don’t own me.
I’m with McLuhan on this one.
“Once we have surrendered our senses and nervous systems to the private manipulation of those who would try to benefit from taking a lease on our eyes and ears and nerves, we don’t really have any rights left. Leasing our eyes and ears and nerves to commercial interests is like handing over the common speech to a private corporation, or like giving the earth’s atmosphere to a company as a monopoly.”
- Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media, 1964
Now there is a movement afoot to have the CRTC disbanded. You can sign the petition here. I did. I did it even though I know it won’t make a lick of difference. You should sign it too.
“But, Robbo,”, you ask, “Why bother signing if it won’t change anything?”
Think of it as sticking a finger in those dead-eyes of Harper.
A new government, with a decisive, informed and pro-active agenda to keep access to the internet open to true competitive practices is really the only way to get through this. Even then we’ll still be subjected to the same damnable dance of lobbyist monkeys and back room corporate pressure to wrest the choices of the citizens from their grasp and place them firmly in the pockets of the broadcast and telecom industry.
But go ahead and sign – if only to speak up publicly and say: “Yo – yeah you – you with the half-digested wad of my cash sticking out of your poop hole. Yeah you. I’m talkin’ to you. can you hear me? Good. Fuck off.”
Now these are not terribly civilized words to be tossing around on the internet, I know that, but I have never claimed to be a paragon of civilization. If I offend anyone with my vitriol that’s just too fucking bad. I’m a pissed off citizen who also happens to work as an independent in the same industry that is continually being fucked up the arse like some orphaned child in the basement of a Victorian workhouse. I feel I have a right to bitch and complain.
Back in 1993 I was asked to give an address at a gathering of the Alliance For Children & Television. Alan Mirabelli very kindly introduced me as being a vertically integrated individual in reference to my wearing of many hats as writer, producer, director, performer, designer, code monkey, chief cook and bottle washer. Vertically integrated was a hot buzz word of the day applied to major entertainment companies as they took increasingly orgasmic delight in absorbing each other like some corporate version of The Blob.
In my talk I spoke of a very near future where the internet would be more powerful, more pervasive and capable of carrying more content and exchange of ideas than anything we had ever known before. Most of the folks there had barely heard of the internet, let alone the world wide web, and they shook their headsin disbelief and chuckled at my naive optimism. A very few of the folks in the back – you know who you are – nodded, as if to say: “Good, I’m not the only one who sees this happening.” The folks from the CRTC who were in attendance, sitting at the front tables, merely leaned back with scowls on their faces as I pressed home the point that their position would soon become undermined and eventually irrelevant as the power to become a broadcaster moved from the monopolistic uses of the public airwaves to the individual uses of countless members of the public itself. That the internet would replace television and ignore borders. The role of the CRTC as guardians of Canadian culture in media would inexorably and inevitably dissolve away to nothing. The CRTC reps didn’t like being told they would no longer fulfill a necessary function.
I probably didn’t endear myself with anyone in the crowd by finishing my talk with a quote from Hunter S. Thompson’s Generation Of Swine:
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.
I thought it was funny.
16 years later …
Perhaps this group of willfully ignorant and dismally pliable bureaucrats were listening to my words after all. Perhaps they went ahead and took my advice and found a new relevance for themselves. Perhaps they have moved on and defined a new role for themselves in 21st century.
Old rules need to change. New rules need to be applied. All of this must be in the service of the needs of the people and not the needs of a few grotesquely self-interested business turds. It’s just a fucking pisser that we have to needlessly claw our way through this steaming deluge of horseshit to get there.
So . . . Sign every petition you can. Join every Facebook group you can. Attend every rally you can. Tell your friends. Tell your family. Tell them again and again. Make them so sick of hearing about it they actually do something to make it stop so that at the very least you’ll finally shut the fuck up about it.
Most importantly – Vote.
Vote the fuckers out who give your power to the corporations.
Vote the fuckers in who will eventually become corrupted themselves but who maybe – just maybe – will be able to effect some change for at least a brief window of time.
They do not own the internet and they do not own culture.
You do.
It is a part of your nervous system.
Don’t let anyone sell, own or control that which belongs to you – that which is you – that which is all of us – together.
P. P. S. That’s it for venomous rants for now. Only happy happy joy joy from now on – until they really piss me off.
AND NOW . . . – just cuz I always like to leave you with something upbeat – here’s Felicia Day and the cast of The Guild in their amazing hit music video Do You Want To Date My Avatar?, which yesterday topped 1 million views on iTunes. That fucking rocks, @feliciaday!
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What does any of this have to do the CRTC and Bell and all that crap I was ranting about? Only that merely watching stuff like this is now going to cost you more – for no reason other than Bell wants more of your money and there aint jack shit you can do about it.
I'm going to be slowly making some changes to the website both in format and content - and I'm pretty sure even the URL will change.
It's going to be more of a personal news aggregator with a featured video blog from yours truly. We'll see how long that lasts. So bear with me - thanks.