Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

Maybe we aren’t who the series is designed for? My wife and I turned off Alan Ball’s True Blood (Season 4, Episode 9) with a disappointed thud…as if our computer finally going to white noise that previously always announced, “This is an HBO show and they’re always good,” was suddenly saying, “Don’t get your hopes up.” It wasn’t that we tried; we’d watched three full seasons (delayed by us not having cable nor subscribed to HBO-GO), but we just couldn’t do it anymore. Suddenly, I could see the machinery of the story telling. In True Blood (I know it’s based on a series of mystery books , and after perusing the web I know many of the elements are lifted straight from the book) the story telling became “Hey you like the characters so watch what happens when I put them in this situation,” and “Oh, aren’t they nice to look at too.” Though missing the sexuality of True Blood , it’s the same story telling that was employed through all 5 seasons of Battlestar Galactica (BSG), which...

(I almost want to start this poem by repeating the title, but merely typing the above, I know that, now, I don't have to). Language has a way of creating, so here I am...trying to tell you I wore light brown loafers,                 red knee high socks,                                 a brown rayon dress with white polka dots,                                                 a simple, yet elegant necklace,                  ...