
I can't tell you how uninterested I am in the new
Star Wars series that debuts on Cartoon Network tonight at 9pm,
The Clone Wars. In fact, I don't think I'm interested in the
Star Wars universe at all anymore. To quote a cliche, been there, done that. To quote Yoda, watch it I won't.
Honestly, it seems like George Lucas is just creatively bankrupt. He keeps going back to the same thing (it's actually the second
Clone Wars series -
there was another in 2003).. He couldn't stop at the first three films in the
Star Wars franchise, he had to give us three more. The first one is abysmal, the second one is OK, and the third one is pretty good. Just when you thought the entire saga was over, he comes out with an animated feature film this summer that was an intro to the new show that starts this evening.

Chuck Klosterman, in his very excellent
Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, wrote an essay about
The Real World: San Francisco. He said that the third season of
The Real World was the moment the series stopped
reflecting youth culture and started
creating youth culture.
I'm not going to argue with Mr. Klosterman. I admire him so much that for a short while, I thought he was my own
Tyler Durden (all the ways I wish I could be -- that's Chuck). If we are, however, to take Klosterman's argument as truth -- that Puck and Pedro realizing the cameras were on them was the TV equivalent of Skynet becoming self-aware and destroying humanity -- we must then look to the second season of the show as the moment when
Miles Dyson started working for Cyberdyne. That is, the seeds for television's unraveling were sown not during the third season of
The Real World, but during the
second. As 2008 is the 15th anniversary of
The Real World: Los Angeles, I thought it might be a good idea to take a look back at how it managed to ruin everything...