First, the great news: Her Demonic Majesty is up on Amazon this very moment, so if you want a copy, go snag her here! It took some fooling around, but she’s up and live. If you buy it and like it, please leave a review. If you buy it and don’t like, please leave a review and I can try to do better next time.
Now, on to the not-so-great . . .
I spend time on Facebook. Some times I’m there to chat with friends, sometimes to play games, other times just to see what sort of insanity is passing for real life. It can be a place of bad information, where if you posted as a fact that taping swiss cheese to your genitals for a week would release enzymes into your blood that would help you lose weight, someone would re-post it with a, “Yeah, this could work!” tag line. It is also a realm of memes, both good and bad, some funny and others not so much.
I happened to check my home wall yesterday and came across a meme, one with a upset looking character in the picture, and the wording explaining everything: ”I’m still pissed they canceled Firefly.”
Really? After ten years you’re still pissed? Please, give it rest and watch your DVDs one more time to relieve whatever angst is gnawing at you, though chances are good you’re still gonna be pissed in 2023. Maybe you can get together with your friends and hold a “Still Pissed Twenty Years Later!” convention–you know, to remind all the other pissed off people you know that your darkest moment was the day Fox put the ax to your greatest show evar.
Fandom is a strange thing. I will admit to being a fan of several things, and I will even admit to getting right down to the point where I could recite even the lamest point of trivia for my favorite forms of entertainment. But when things went away, when they ended on a good or bad note, when things were left hanging because some suit looking over a spread sheet said, “This show is eating up too much revenue can it and put on wrestling in it’s place,” I’ve also sort of went, “Okay, what’s next?” and moved on.
Ah, but there are some people who just can’t let go, who are gonna be upset when something they love ends. Just last week we heard about how Charlaine Harris, she of the The Southern Vampire Mysteries novels that became True Blood, was receiving death threats from fans upset she is taking their Sookie away. I remember the forums soon after Farscape was canceled, and Bonnie Hammer got C-worded about a thousand times. And I’ve suffered through years of the sordid tales of raped childhoods because The Phantom Menace was release–or, worse yet, because Gredo shot first.
As some omnipotent alien once said, “All good things must come to an end,” and these days if it’s a television series, or a movie, the only way that’s gonna happen is if there’s money to be made by doing so. That’s what happened with Star Trek: the demographics were underestimated, the the first movie was made, didn’t do what was expected, and someone went, “I got an idea–”, the second move came out, and the rest is history.
That didn’t happen with Serenity. There was a very loud and boisterous fan base that snapped up DVDs, and the studio thought, “Hey, they want a movie, maybe we can make something off this.” And the movie was made, and that’s when it was discovered that while the fan base was loud and boisterous, they weren’t as large as was hoped, and that was the reason there wasn’t another movie, and there hasn’t been another series–and likely will never be.
Sometimes you have to let these things go, because they were good in their moment, but when you want to see them again, as they were, a decade later, you’re going to have something that will never live up to the expectations of the fans. Say Joss doesn’t want to make another billion dollars with super hero movies, and decides to ruin Nathan Fillion’s and Morena Baccarin’s careers (as he said he’d have to do when he was on Reddit). So everyone comes back ten years later–oh, wait. Two characters don’t, ’cause they’re dead, and if you know where Joss was going with the story, Morena Baccarin doesn’t have to worry about long term contracts, ’cause she’s going belly up soon. Simon and Kaylee are probably knockin’ out kids, and do you want those rugrats on a ship, ’cause we all know how well precocious kids and space ships get along.
No, you’re not going to have a continuation of what left the air ten years ago–you’re gonna have a reboot. Let the childhood raping begin.
It’s never a happy moment when something you love goes away. But nothing last forever–and if it does, thy name be The Simpsons, which is still on television because it’s a money maker for Fox. Everything else goes the way of dusty death, and I’ve even planed out the end of some of my stories–
Though it would help if I could get them started first.