Why some TV shows make it

For illustration purposes.

Why is Barney Stinson so popular? Why do people religiously follow the romantic conquests of Ted Mosby and bask in the bliss that surrounds Marshall and Lily, week after week when every sane person knows that the eponymous Mother will never be revealed in the foreseeable future? Just like how people lost interest when they broke out in Prison Break, or when the plot started to feel strained when villains took centrestage in Heroes, viewership for HIMYM should have been lost long ago, since nothing in the show has any real impact on how the asshole Ted meets the kids' mom. Also noteworthy is how Ted's kids never say anything and always fidget in the same way in their cutscenes. Don't be surprised when at the end of it all 50 year old Ted Mosby comes out and says "FOOLED YA NEVER GOT MARRIED!" before proceeding to disconnect the two robots sitting on that couch. In fact, I'm pretty sure they are robots, they sat there for about 6 years already without having the need to take a shit.

Back to the main discussion. These ardent followers of the series, often go as far as to incorporate lingo picked up from the episodes into everyday conversation. Exhibit A. "Did you see that? That was LEGEND-wait for it-". No fuck you, it wasn't legendary. Neither was it awesome, statistically speaking.

Brings me to my main thesis. People watch HIMYM because it projects an ethereal image of what they wish their friendships and relationships were. Who are you trying to kid? Your conversations aren't as quick-witted and humorous. Even if they were, they probably happened online, or worse, with yourself. Also, your friends and yourself aren't nearly as hot as the actors with impeccable complexion and boob to ass ratios. Not that it is a problem. Just that it is one of the reasons why people watch the show. I know it is for me.

In essence, shows such as this are the Disney of television. It is an escapist's dream, promising 22 minutes of quick relief  from the terrible drone that is your sad life. However, Disney does have a channel on television that screens re-runs of Mr Bean, to the best of my knowledge. That snippet of information has no relevance whatsoever.

With that, I conclude my critical analysis of plaguing social trends that threaten to corrupt our cores. Join us next week as our special agents continue to answer life's bigger questions. The monikers 'wayne' and 'RJ' brought up in the preceding post are in fact code names and bear no resemblance to anybody who ever lived.

hello this is soley!

(hello good morning how'd you do? what makes your rising sun so new? i could use a fresh beginning too, all of something something new.)

today at work, i realised most people dont understand that temp staff do not know anything at all about how the whole machine functions, and when you ask me for help i will just take a minute to act like im doing something knowledgable while you're watching and then take a long drawn out melodramatic sigh to show you that ive-tried-yet-resigned-myself-to-the-sad-fate-that-this-problem-is-WAYYYY-too-complicated, and must hence ask the higher up boss lady to come fix it. which she does, by plugging in the plug into the plughole. embarassing moment right there.

also, it is quite sad that people at work call me boy-boy / ah-boy. like wtf dude im an adult now! and i pretty much tower over you how the hell am i an ah boy. makes me feel like a 5 year old again. not that i wouldnt mind being 5 again, avoid the whole nonsensical adult life nonsense thing that i have to undergo.

5 is a good number, i always liked it when doing math, cause very easy to manipulate. like 5x8=40! like i did that really fast, i got the answer before i wrote it. im smart.


RJ says (10:01 PM):
penis
wayne says (10:01 PM):
PENIUS
genius penis

My Hero

All too often this simple weblog has kept consistent with its aim of dissolving and trying to answer Man's greater mysteries. That being said, it is forgiveable for the author to discuss some of the topics that strike closer to home. This can not be necessarily construed as narcissism, unlike the narcoleptic who deals narcotics under the narcissus plant.

I would continue to refer to myself in third-person as 'the author', but my lack of commitment hinders its success. Just take it as my attempt to level with the audience and not appear pretentious. But now, you are trapped in a conundrum. How do you know I am not pretending to be unpretentious? You don't.

As mentioned, I will talk about something that strikes close to home. I live near the airport and the plane I was on struck the tarmac upon landing, so I deem it appropriate for me to discuss the concept of flying.

Humans aren't meant to fly. The ear popping sensations are actually slaps from a higher being telling us that we have breached the boundaries of the human playing area and crashed into the angels' casino. See there? I circumvented offending any existing religions by creating a quasi-religion where angels are allowed to gamble. I also achieve this by making references to religious figures as vaguely as possible. For example if I say I'm going to draw the prophet, tensions will rise only up till the point where they look at my drawing and realise that I drew the Spartan prophets on the mountains from 300.

Turbulence sucks too. Not to be confused with turbans, although turbans do cause turbulence in some cases. This phenomena is best exemplified by the following historical video from India.

Without going into further details, my hero is Superman.

Peace out, assholes.