How about that headline? Clickbait or fact, what do you think?
Take a look and then let me know:
Truth to tell, el munchero found Gray Jones’ YouTube channel a very helpful site indeed, and – maybe more importantly – its very existence in this way, shape and form points out something every writer needs to know:
Holy crapoly, guys ‘n’ gals. We live in a dystopia where every new show being presented to us on TV and its hangers on is being labeled “dystopic” and “about a future dystopia where…”(fill in the dots – it’s easy cuz all you have to do is look at just about any new description of just about any fiction just about anywhere).
Except that it’s all bullshit, with the in, hip, trendy, and in and of itself totally dystopic buzzword of the day being used when it absolutely doesn’t apply. By which yer friendly neighborhood munchamatic magilla here means, CHECK OUT THE GODDAMN DEFINITION, OKAY MOTHERFUCKERS?!
Cases in point:
There’s a whole new world of opportunity out there, gang. Agents, managers, studios, and networks are looking for new talent in places they never would have considered before.
No longer do you have to scrimp and save and borrow and – ulp – steal to shoot your own indie film and hope for the best. You don’t even have to scrimp, save, borrow and steal slightly less and make your own web series.
Instead – it’s time to start podcasting. With minimal equipment and moolah, you can record your own audio dramas (which we’ll be talking about a lot more on TVWriter™ in weeks to come). And with even less than that you can go straight into the podcasting business and earn some income while you wait for lightning to strike.
One of my favorite series of books when I was in high school was Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. They were funny, they were – to me at the time – new, they weree – again, to me at that time – deeply philosophical and a wonderful analyses of the human condition.
To high schooler munchman, AKA tim muncher, or (and this one fills me with shame) t.t. muncher, as I thought of myself back then in a now-embarrassing homage to several obscene mags I’d seen while peering into the darkened window of a San Fernando Valley adult bookstore, Adams’ was what/who (?) Kurt Vonnegut Jr. was to the feeble old folks of LB’s generation.
My Writing God.
EDITOR’S NOTE FROM MUNCHMAN:
I didn’t make this video, but I sure wish I did.
If yer friendly neighborhood munchaderio ends up not being able to live forever (although I sure don’t know why, or how, that could possibly be) then I want to die and live in the same hell as the crew in this behind-the-scenes. Christ knows that I already feel like I know ’em.