Hey.
SmartPop, the pop culture nonfic imprint of my friends at BenBella Books, has started posting selected essays online, one of which is mine, on BS:G:
The Gods Suck
It's worth nothing that I wrote that somewhere around the end of Season Three, so I literally had no clue how many sharks that show was going to jump before it finally wrapped.
Frankly, I think if they stuck with what I thought they were gonna do, it would have worked out better for everyone concerned. But that's pretty much how I feel about everything. Nobody should be allowed to do TV SF unless they check with me first.
Well, okay, not the folks at
Stargate: Universe, which has been damn good so far. But everybody else. Except for
Warehouse 13, which is fantasy anyway. And
Supernatural . . . still fantasy . . . and
Reaper . . .
All right, fine. No one has to check with me. Though Whedon should probably have run
Dollhouse past me first. Nobody bats a thousand, y'know?
By the way, the essay's is only gonna be up for a day or two, so if you miss it, you'll have to pay for the damned thing.