The Medium used to be the Message

The World Evolves.

The medium used to be the message, but today the audience is the author.
The world is the medium and the message.

Media is finally created by, and received by both parties. The watcher is the content producer.

Reality TV now exists in multiple forms. On networks, it’s still created by producers and isn’t really reality TV, but we also have the Internet, and online – REAL reality exists. Video created by the people for the people… or for nobody.

Everyone has a truth
One man can be a church
A lie travels fast

Regular people can build an audience, and maybe even a fanbase. They often become addicted, just like reality TV stars have been known to become.

When we get an audience, we crave a bigger audience. Laughter, or worship is addictive.

Sadly, some also get famous unwillingly in this new world where it’s OK to laugh and share literally anything funny.

Slipping on a banana was always funny, to everyone but the fallen – but today the moment isn’t lost in the moment. Today we can click a button and re-live the humiliation over and over and over and even make somebody totally unrelated to the act, except they were the ones that uploaded the clip, filthy rich with 6,000,00 views, and an upbeat tune to make the fall even funnier.

A new phobia emerges!

A new fear of being caught on camera and becoming an Internet sensation overnight. The terror of being viewed and mocked by Howard Stern in the morning, or Jimmy Kimmel Live late that very night or other countless comedic monologues.

Without your permission or awareness, the world is laughing at you, as you fall into a hole in a kitchen, or walk into a water fountain while texting… or slip on a banana peel. If you’re very unlucky, they turn you into an extra funny meme and your 15 minutes lasts for weeks — ever.

A clown.

I will remember the Double Rainbow guy forever and not remember who won the last season of Survivor, Idol, AGT or next top model. I watch those shows, but I forget the winners almost instantly. I remember the STAR WARS KID and the guy that sings CHOCOLATE RAIN.

I remember the “RIDAY FRIDAY” singer much more than I remember whoever was the musical guest on SNL this past week.

World media has become as famous, or more famous than the big TV Networks, but TV is learning. They’re trying to merge the two. They bring YouTube onto the TV, and discuss the top stories, and make an extra punch line or two out of the already funny… again.

Each night we have shows that try to recap the days Internet memes and sensations, but I’m always pleased when I’ve already seen the YouTube videos or VINES or other clips that Chris Hardwick plays @Midnight or TOSH.O makes fun of this week. It means I’m current, and for some reason, at age 50, that makes me happy. I know who Miley Cyrus is, and was – but I also know Grumpy Cat and Keyboard Cat.

I don’t want to be famous.
I just want a few fans.

The Opening Cerimonies

Point Form thoughts while I watched the 2012 London Olympic opening ceremonies.

This will be the fourth summer Olympics I’ve paid attention to the opening ceremonies. I don’t care much about the sports, but I love a good big show.

It started very confusing, but I think I can blame that on the camera work.  The show was designed as a full stadium show with so many things happening, the TV viewer didn’t quite see the full scope. I actually missed several things I think, and kept wishing they’d do more long shots.

It looked like a lot of stuff happening, but there was no smooth flow or story.  Quickly, we learned it’s going to be a historical, starting with early green fields and pre-industrial revolutionary England.  It didn’t flow. It didn’t have a story.  Just a lot of people doing things, not well synced.

I didn’t like the first act at all, but the stage changed to the industrial revolution and the set change was gradual and spectacular.  I still found the dancers out of sync, and even the people marching were not to a set rhythm.  Marchers?!?  Out of sync.  Come on.  I don’t have to compare it to the spectacular synchronization of the Korea games… but it really looked worse than the dancers on AMERICA’S GOT TALENT.  I’m a bit anal about dance sync.  I want every dance group to be as tight as I remember the Jackson 5 being as a kid.

When you watch a show, and the best comments you can give are on the set change, that’s not so good.

I found the video segments odd too, placed in for the TV audience to cover set changes I suppose, but it made this event seem almost like a TV show – not a stadium spectacular live show. I was curious to know what the live audience was seeing.

Bond picking up the Queen? Really? It reminded me of the first year they helicopter lifted Jeff Probst, host of survivor from the last tribal council to the live show.  They only did it once.  I won’t even mention the day-night difference that made the entire build up video segment not make any sense at all.

I was sad to see the queen not smile.  I love our Queen.  I want to see her smile.

The musical bits were ok, but I found the shift in tempo disturbing.  I was toe tapping, and then I couldn’t.  I had to mentally re-adjust to the new tune.  The choirs seemed to be singing in a foreign language… or at least accents so rich I could not make out the words.  Even during the musical medley number, only a small percentage of the tunes were familiar to me.  Even Tubular Bells, which I love, changed to some unknown melody within a few minutes.

My Canadian announcers were always giving away the next scenes before hand.

I did laugh at Mr. Bean, which is rare because I usually don’t laugh at him at all.

The whole show seemed more like a Howie Mandel MOBBED flashmob sequence.

Overall, I don’t think I can say I experienced a single WOW moment.  The last few Olympic opening ceremonies have had several WOW moments.  WOWeee WoW Wow moment.

I didn’t really understand the story behind the yellow show during the unknown solo artist.

Why were the announcements in French first?  Was that just on CBC?

Overall, my least favourite OPENING CEREMONIES in decades.  I’m sad.