Posts Tagged ‘Industry Eccentricities’


If I Were In Charge

May 18, 2012

Just saw another trailer for season 2 of Falling Skies.

I thought the first season was entertaining and watchable, but not exactly ground-breaking on screen (they have a great transmedia push happening online, though, which is definitely a step in the right direction).

S1 ended with a few revelations. . . the skittery aliens were “harnessed”, too, and there appeared to be tall & skinnies acting as the spider overlords.

And then there was the part where Noah Wylie left with the aliens to have a little powwow.

Okay, fine, whatever.

According to the trailer, NW is going to come back and have to deal with lack of trust, what are the aliens’ *real* plans, etc, etc, etc.


Now, I think they have a great opportunity here to do something a little bit more interesting.  I’m hoping that they’ve already considered this and I’m just reading their cues (in which case I will waste no time claiming victory over All The Things, of course).


History is a major theme of the show.  NW is a history prof, the humans couch their efforts in terms of a new revolution, small determined band of freedom fighters, and so forth.

I would love for the humans to become a metaphorical equivalent of the Native Americans, with the aliens becoming the chaotic neutral of the European colonists.  Some good motivations, some bad motivations, but either way–here to stay.

Maybe the skitters are under Slender Men control, and season 2 will see them forging alliances with the humans to throw off the yoke (hyuk hyuk), and all the usual blah blah blah, but wouldn’t a season 3 where society –a human/alien society–starts to integrate and rebuild itself be just absolutely *yummy*???



What I Did On My Summer Vacation

April 9, 2012

I was never one to listen to teachers’ complaints about summer vacation, or rather, the information students lost over said vacation.  In school I either knew it and remembered it, or didn’t.  There never seemed to be a lot of slippage.

Today, though, I’ve turned on my computer after a three-day weekend where I actually *didn’t* work, for once, and I have jack-all idea of what’s going on.  The notes I made on my Friday morning conference call are completely indecipherable, and I’m pretty sure my Outlook is missing a bunch of emails I sent out, but I can’t definitively remember which ones.  The only reason I *am* pretty sure they’re missing is the deep sense of  “I finished every bloody thing Thursday night” satisfaction I felt all weekend.

Conference call in seven minutes!  This should be full of blank stares and confused stammers!


It’s Me! It’s Me!!!

March 9, 2012

If you’re on DirecTV, stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and turn to channel 111.

Play the Immortals trivia game.

Stop and celebrate with me.

I wrote that!  It’s such a small, small thing–only four questions, but it marks my next real step into transmedia-style work, and it’s SUCH A HUGE deal to me.

Like, champagne and roses huge.  Trips around the world huge.  Trips around the GALAXY huge.

Okay, gotta go call everyone I know now.


Queen of the Universe Again!

February 16, 2012

Okay, so after this post, I had two opportunities to flex my transmedia muscles at work.

One was putting together a list of avatar items for a gaming system, to coincide with the VOD release of a film, and the other was writing a series of trivia questions to supplement a PPV system’s on-screen ads.

Granted, both of these things err strongly towards the world of interactive marketing, rather than actual transmedia, but the line between the two is thin enough that, for now, I’m totally thrilled with whatever I can get.

Just got the proofs for the trivia back, and I feel like I could walk on air . . . or water . . . or even earth! (Those of you who know me will understand how remarkable a feat that can be!)

Not only that, the feedback from the gaming system has been VERY positive. To quote my boss, “They loved your ideas!”

We’ll call this one small step for man, FIFTEEN MINUTES IN A BOUNCY CASTLE for Ali-kind!


February 9, 2012

Happy Intrepid Day, Neverland!


Suggested Title: Princess of Quite-a-Lot

February 8, 2012

I was thrilled yesterday when my department head was asked to generate some ideas about creating a greater presence in the social media space.

I have a lot of ideas, and immediately offered him a few of them that were off the top of my head.

He asked me to put them together into a format he could present in the meeting, which I happily did last night.

I ran the presentation by a few sources, just to make sure it was clear and made sense, and sent it over to him.

Got my feedback this morning.

“I don’t understand this. I thought you were just talking about putting movie clothes in Facebook games. I can’t show this to people.”

I’m not devastated. . .

Well, okay, I am, because I handle rejection the way a vampire gets a sun tan, but what’s really frustrating me is that I thought I’d made it SO CLEAR. I’d pared it way, way down to some very basic initiatives and used lots of examples where similar ideas had been successful in the past. And I spent something like six hours working on it.

I know my boss isn’t the world’s most savvy guy in this field, and I’d tailored it to him. And he didn’t get it.

And he didn’t think he could present it to the other departments.

Most of the sting is because he didn’t understand what I was saying. And it was my first attempt to pitch my ideas in a corporate environment, so 1000% immediate success was an unlikely result anyway (but man, wouldn’t it have been nice!) . . .

Oh, well. I’ll draft my proposal to put movie clothes in Facebook games, and we’ll go from there, and at least I’ll have this presentation to tuck into my portfolio.


Conundrums for Geeks

February 7, 2012

I’m afraid that peak/pique/peek is quickly becoming the thinking man’s to/too/two.

I guess that makes sense, because affect/effect is the thinking man’s your/you’re.

And of *course* I’m as guilty of them as every one else, but there are a few words that should come pre-set with alarm bells. . .