In Pursuit of Awesome
I entered the world of television writing with an intellectual boner
roughly the size of a small child. Had it been something visible and
tangible, I would have made a successful career starring in
pornographic movies. At any rate, it was the turn of the millennium, I
was young, and like most upright citizens of Geektopia, my head was
crammed full of strange and wonderful things drawn from years of
voraciously consuming comic books, videogames, anime, movies, the
internet, and the more bizarre permutations of fiction. I was a
canonist of cool, an apostle of awesome, an aficionado of asskickage…
and I was planning to own this bloody town like Samson owned a thousand
of the Philistine horde with the jawbone of an ass. That is, until the
first major problem presented itself: television can only be as cool,
as awesome, and as kickass as the taste of those watching it.
