Here’s an episode of Mythbusters that NEEDS to happen.
We’ve all seen it, that episode of CSI. The mystery seems to be coming to a halt, then they find the ATM security camera footage from across the street. Sure, it’s midnight, the crime happened 20 yards away and the lens on the ATM camera makes fisheye look like a telescope. But never fear, we’ll “enhance it” and it will come out perfectly clear, revealing details crucial to the case. “We’ll take the image, and extrapolate from that the skin texture on the right side of his face, and from that we’ll create a 3D model of his face, and from that we’ll be able to determine whether or not he speaks with a New England accent.” We see it over and over again. Blurry picture instantly becomes sharp pictures. Small photos become huge enlargements in vivid color and perfect detail. Read more…
Design, Television, WTF?
I am depressed about our society this morning. Buzz-log on Yahoo! notes a sharp rise in the number of searches on Jennifer Aniston after GQ names her “Woman of the Year” for her poise and grace during her breakup with her husband, Brad Pitt. To quote Hal Spark’s sarcasm, “Oh no! Pretty people with problems!”
So GQ, you’re telling me that no woman on earth this year did anything more worthwhile than Jennifer Aniston getting dumped? Are you kidding me?
What is our fascination with actors? I’ve done theatre, I love acting and I respect actors that do their craft well. At first, this rant was going to be about celebrities in general, but there are plenty of people who are famous for worthwhile things. But actors, people who make movies, do plays, play a part in a TV show are treated with a bizarre reverence in our society. I can’t for the life of me figure out why. I don’t care if Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are having a baby. And what’s more, I SHOULDN’T care and NEITHER SHOULD YOU!
The best I can guess is that it’s economic. We’re fed celebrity fodder unendingly because it helps to sell movie tickets, DVDs, and television advertising media. Sell what sells, that’s the key to any business. So long as we give a damn about how many children Angelina Jolle is adopting from Pilocrapistan, chances are her next movie will sell big.
My one little blog won’t change the world, but my hope would be that you, my faithful 4 readers, will at least be more aware and hopefully less sucked in to the whirlwind shit funnel that is our society’s celebrity fetish. Meanwhile, I rage on.
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