The Day Fox Broadcasting Company Died
It was announced today that Fox would not be bringing Dollhouse back after its second season. It’s better than what they did to Whedon’s Firefly a few years back. Firefly was canceled mid-season for low ratings that were Fox’s fault. Dollhouse is being allowed to finish its second season and Whedon was warned before hand so he can prepare an actual ending for the show. Dollhouse‘s finale will air January 22, 2010.
Fox will not actually die today. They have till the end of the season to prepare. Till then there will be uproar about it but on that day they will fall.
Dollhouse isn’t the first scifi show Fox has canceled this year. In Spring they canceled Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. That show they didn’t even give a chance to end itself, it just stopped in the middle of the storyline. Firefly released a movie after its cancellation to finish up the series and the unaired episodes were released on dvd.
Fox is trying to avoid another Firefly incident. Well, you cancel a good show and guess what happens, people get pissed. Whether or not it’s the second good show from the same writer you’ve canceled. Fox was never that great, it’s just big, and they are going down the drain, fast. After this they will probably lose almost all scifi fans, especially the cult ones as viewers. Alienating their viewers is them hurting themselves. Maybe, just maybe, the viewers and ex-viewers need to hurt them a bit too.
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The night was cold on the neck of the scared man as he ran frantically down the wind-swept boardwalk, looking behind him periodically as he went. In his haste, he never realized that the normally crowded thoroughfare that was the center of late night festivities in Ocean City, Maryland, was now entirely devoid of even the slightest movement apart from his own urgent pace.
Taking a quick left into a shaded alleyway beside an arcade that had seen better days, he slowed to a quick walk, seeming calmer now with the ocean at his back and fading farther and farther away. He crossed the main street, littered with garish mini golf spots and other cheap tourist attractions and passed into the area of the island where hotels gave way to the summer homes of the wealthy. One such home, though slightly less impressive than the others, was his goal, and he clumsily reached into his jacket pocket and fumbled out an old set of keys, jamming them hurriedly into the lock. As he opened the door, a wave of relief swept over him, and he entered, slamming the door behind him and setting the dead bolt.
Now he felt much calmer, he leaned up against the wall to catch his breath and slow his frantic heart. From his back pocket he pulled a embroidered handkerchief of another generation to wipe the cold sweat form his brow. Finally he reached for the lights, the shadows fleeing from the room only to reveal his fears.
Out on the stairs leading up to his house, a sleeping seagull was suddenly roused from his perched by a chilling scream.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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So I’m working on this cover for Mr. Einolf’s story, Ten that he’s going to be posting piece by piece here on STP, right? And I start flipping through an old newspaper from August 20th, because I prefer to let my news ferment a little while before I read it. And I get to the inPortland page and I drop everything else and flip the frick out, because I see there’s this picture of a Davisular being there on that page in a Boy Scouts uniform carrying a flag, see?
Calm down, Ben, I tell myself. It could be someone else, I tell myself. Lookin’ good, I tell myself.
So the first thing I do is scan that front page, because this experience must be documented. This scan job takes a full three minutes to complete, because it’s apparently going to be in really high quality.
During this three minutes I seriously consider writing this epson company a scathing letter, complimenting them on their scanner quality, but insulting them on the time it takes to scan it. I need instant gratification, dang it!
Ah. Finished.
…what. This scan is a piece of s***!
Dear Epson,
You kinda suck.
Love always,
Ben Shult
Alright. No. Back on topic. Here’s a closer look at that guy in the picture that may or may not be Davis. Click to make it big.
Now. Time to read the article to see if it mentions him, or if this is just some sort of unseemly lookalike with similar hobbies.
But first, I’ll scan the next page so I can read it at crappy-quality-300-dpi.
Dear Epson,
I CAN’T READ THIS.
Love always,
Ben Shult
That’s better.
Oh snap!
Waaaaiiit. No. That’s not right.
Incidentally, the fact that I never realized Davis’ dad’s name is Dave kinda bugs me a little.
Anyway.
Very nice sentiment.
On the downside, Davis, just because of your newspaperly galavantry, the first chapter of Ten is being delayed a few days from being posted. 
So yeah. Davis was in the newspaper, and I just had the most fun writing a blog post that I have in a long, long time. 
-Benjamin
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