January 10th, 2010

Sons Of Anarchy

So, earlier this week, Hippy IT Boy said to Rome Girl and I "Hey, have you ever seen Sons of Anarchy?"

Not only had we never seen it - we'd never heard of it. He went on to say he was curious, because he had read it was by the writers and producers of The Shield - and we all sorta loved The Shield (except for Rome Girl who thought it was well acted, written and directed but too much "pure nihilism downward spiral" for her.)

So, we downloaded a couple of episodes Tuesday night. And then we downloaded a couple more. And then a couple more. By roughly a half hour ago we'd watched the first two seasons and can't wait until season three starts next year.

I'm sorta surprised we both like it so much. On my end I'm surprised because it might as well be called "The Shield 2: Now They Ride Motorcycles!" and on Rome Girl's end because of her objections to The Shield.

But, I think she's figured out the hook. The deal is the characters are outlaw bikers. So, for me it makes it just enough different from The Shield to keep it interesting (since they don't have badges to protect them from their invariable fuck ups.) For her, because they are low life scum bags to begin with, watching their downward spiral doesn't bother her as much as it did in The Shield - when they started out trying to be decent guys and just got sorta sucked into all sorts of bad shit by the sheer force of their egos.

Plus the cast includes Adam Arkin, Katy Segal and Henry Fucking Rollins. It's really, really hard to hate a show with Henry Rollins playing a bad ass.

The basic plot is that there is this biker gang that has essentially taken over a small town and gotten the law on their side. The deal is that they agree to keep all drugs other than pot out of town, and the cops agree to let them be bad ass gun runners.

Obviously this balance can't last forever. Eventually other gangs who want to run drugs and other nasty shit challenge their turf, the ATF gets involved, White Power groups show up, they get mixed up with The Real IRA and Hammas and the biker gang keeps coming up with absurd grandiose ways to get shit back to where it was before - only to dig themselves into a deeper hole.

At one point they have to decide which group is worse to fuck over - The Aryan Brotherhood or The Real IRA. That's not a choice I'd like to make. (Historical note. In real life, The Real IRA once launched a surface to air missile at the headquarters of MI-6 in London. Can you imagine having people capable of that pissed off at you?)

Along the way are seriously hot babes in near constant states of undress and Rome Girl said that she appreciates the myriad of scenes of the biker boys with their shirts off and their hard pecs and nasty tattoos.

The main character looks like Kurt Cobain would have looked if he'd lived another 10 years and put on about 40 pounds. His girlfriend is played by the babe that Don Draper had an affair with in the first season of Mad Men (she was also Sexy Hippy Neighbor Girl on Life On Mars.)

Anyway, if you like well written nihilistic violence shows with a lot of sex, I highly suggest hitting up EZTV and downloading a bunch of episodes.

Gays Can Be Just As Phobic As Straights

When not writing travel stuff, Rome Girl's main gig is ghost writing relationship advice e-books.

She's done them for single people, married people, kinky people, straight people and gay people.

Recently she made a pitch for a gay dating advice book. The potential buyer loved her samples, thought her price was right but then in the end turned her down when he found out she's straight because it made her proposal "not realistic."

This, despite the fact that he loved the gay dating advice book she wrote for another client that she provided as a sample.

Can you imagine if this situation was reversed and a dude was denied a writing job because they were gay?

I hate people.

The Demon Dog

James Ellroy is going to do a meet and greet at a book store down the street from our apartment on Jan. 20.

This has Rome Girl terrified.

No, not because he began a recent meet and greet by proclaiming:

"Good evening peepers, prowlers, pederasts, panty-sniffers, punks and pimps. I'm James Ellroy, the demon dog, the foul owl with the death growl, the white knight of the far right, and the slick trick with the donkey dick. I'm the author of 16 books, masterpieces all; they precede all my future masterpieces. These books will leave you reamed, steamed and drycleaned, tie-dyed, swept to the side, true-blued, tattooed and bah fongooed. These are books for the whole fuckin' family, if the name of your family is the Manson Family."

It's because her favorite book of all time is Ellroy's American Tabloid. And, she's afraid that if he's rude to her she'll cry.

My feeling is that all of us writers are deeply insecure people and we fucking live for praise and no writer is going to give you shit for telling him he's written your favorite book of all time.

Plus, when Miss M went to a bookstore in New York to get Blood's A Rover signed for me, Ellroy was apparently really nice to her and actually wrote "Bart, stop writing porno!" in my copy of the book.

That said if she does muster up the courage to talk to him she has a plan. Ellroy's White Jazz ends with:

"Tell me anything.
Tell me everything.
Revoke our time apart.
Love me fierce in danger."

So, what she wants to do if she can get non-phobic enough to talk to the Demon Dog is hand him a copy of her book, Miss Expatria. Inside she wants to write, "James, I love you fierce in danger."

I think that would be pretty fucking cool.

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