Making #Lucifer Noise to #SaveLucifer


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“Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.”
~Napoleon Bonaparte

Although I don’t want to publish the actual number of social media impressions because it’s THE evil number, I’ll say that we who love #Lucifer sure know how to make noise, and make our voices heard.

Most of the references/data below are from (read the full story here) and have been indented; actual written content from the site are in quotes. My comments to certain parts are in bold navy font and not indented.

The live Lucifer ratings, released Tuesday morning, were lower than that of the Lucifer finale. “As a matter of fact, we’re not sure that you would have even know that the episodes were on unless you followed the show closely online.”

The quoted line above is the most interesting part. Had we not all been so bloody angry about Fox canceling “Lucifer” and tweeted with such passion and unity, some fans may never have known that there were two bonus episodes airing. 

The Nielsen Social Content Ratings numbers show just how big of a reach a show has on social media. It can’t be delivered in terms of dollars, but it shows how far of a reach a show has. It’s a showing of how much of a fan base there really is for a show especially when its live TV ratings aren’t matching up to the online reach. “It is a signal of brand enthusiasm and if you are a smart network or advertiser, you can find a way to use this for your own benefit…with the right promotional strategy, it feels like a streaming provider especially could leverage this enthusiasm to further a show’s reach and monetization opportunities.”

Again, the quoted last line above explains exactly how a delivery host (Hulu, Amazon, Netflix, or even another television network) could tap into and use this data to monetize it, as how networks sell air time to advertisers for their network’s shows.

Keep this in mind: The Bachelorette (I despise reality shows) is the #2 show and viewers often tweet live during the show. They usually pull in about 300,000 total interactions. Topping that number is an incredible feat, and one that Lucifer fans accomplished and more than doubled, putting their total at the top of the Nielsen social content ratings. That is impressive.

And while I am not one to engage in these kinds of things…ever…I was so outraged about this show’s cancellation and knew I had to get involved in some way.

No matter the outcome, loves, well done @Lucifans, well done. 





Why It’s Important to Save the Devil’s Soul #Lucifer #SaveLucifer #PickUpLucifer @tomellis17


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#SaveLucifer #PickUpLucifer

“There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his sense tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or a mock innocence.” ~Flannery O’Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

Television’s Black Friday of Cruel Cancellations of television shows was horrific for anyone working on those shows. People lost their jobs, which is to be expected in the entertainment industry but probably never so familiar that the virtual pink slip they receive is welcomed with open arms.

Perhaps the most cruelest cancellation was of “Lucifer”. While everyone on the show happens to be of the beautifully, sexiest variety of human beings, the show is far deeper than the flesh and bones of it.

Our planet’s people are in desperate times, angry, murderous, interpreting their own God’s writings to serve their selfish and self-centered ways, radicalizing their religion or their beliefs, or their political and societal beliefs, or worst and most dangerous of all, their perceptions of just about any experience, personal or otherwise.

What Lucifer, Amenadiel, and Mazikeen represent are all of us: there’s a bit of Luci in all of us, some have more Luci in them than others, and yet, we all have a desire to change, to be better, to have something pull us away from the depths of hell. Amenadiel is in all of us, too. Who doesn’t want to be the favorite, please his father, make his parents proud, and hope to effortlessly exude goodness and see goodness in everyone? And finally, Mazikeen, ah, Mazikeen. She is also in all of us. She’s altogether bad-ass, a strong woman (albeit, female demon), who learns that she’s vulnerable, angry, has feelings but doesn’t know how to show them, and has more human in her than she ever thought possible.

The heart of the show is seeing the self-discovery path we as humans are on, including faith, change, vulnerabilities, love, sorrow, courage, a desire to be good, and in some of the funniest parts, an “I-can’t-help-my-badass-self, so I’m going to be bad and not regret it.” And the kicker of it all: we don’t regret it, and the people who love us still love us anyway.

The heart of “Lucifer” is all of the surface story, sure, but it’s even more about the subtext, the underlying stories within the characters and how that manifests between them and within their souls and psyches. Most importantly, it’s how we see ourselves in these characters.

Why would anyone cancel a story this beautiful, filled with such self-confliction, self-discovery, awareness, the ability and willingness to change, even in the face of one’s pre-determined destiny?

And why, with the witticism of Tom Ellis’ “Lucifer” along with his banter with everyone on the show, and the depths of the character he has shown us in every season and especially this last one, could anyone cancel it?

The humor alone is worth renewing it or having another service pick it up.

#SaveLucifer #PickUpLucifer and realize how much this campaign to keep “Lucifer” has united people from around the world in solidarity of the love of these characters and their stories. I’m hopeful that maybe deep down, those of us who sit on different sides of political spectrums or political issues, societal issues, race relations, religions, have a chance in Hell (pun intended) to begin talking to each other about our differences and possibly accepting everyone’s right to see the world with their own perspective. I’m hopeful that all of us will come to accept, even if we do not like and/or agree with each other, that our differences do not make us wrong, nor should we be shamed or harassed or shame and harass.

#Lucifer is far deeper than meets the eye. It’s heart, soul, ears, eyes, mind, and it’s worth it to #SaveLucifer and #PickUpLucifer.



Two Kinds of People in the World

“There are two kinds of people in the world: those who divide the world into two kinds of people, and those who do not.” ~ Robert Benchley

I am so tired of the world (my own bubble and bigger one, Earth) dividing everyone, putting people into categories with labels. It’s exhausting because over all the protests of this or that, there is so much shouting, so much hate, so much division, that no one stops to hear anything but his or her own voice. Only when one stops speaking can one truly listen.

With listening comes understanding.

With understanding comes compassion.

With compassion comes unity.

With unity comes acceptance.

Social media and all its benefits has at least one detriment so great, it outweighs most benefits: hatred.

Stop being divisive and of an “us versus them” mentality. Shut it and start listening.

Only then can you begin to see that the pattern of shouting and never listening is a systemic issue from not even being able to listen to those you love.



Women who…


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I wonder if this new movement in the U.S. (note the article in the New York Times “Powerful Hollywood Women Unveil Anti-Harassment Action Plan“) includes ALL women in that country: conservative women, religious women, specifically Christian women, female Trump supporters, women who want to have a border wall built, women who bake wedding cakes but not for those who are committing to a gay marriage, women who do not want sanctuary cities, women who believe that less government is actually better, women who support healthcare for all but can’t stand Obamacare, women who…

There is much hypocrisy with Americans, and women are no different. Only if you believe politically, religiously, governmentally the same as they do, only then will they welcome you into the circle of their women, not ALL women.



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“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.”
Charles Darwin, The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin

Just like that, it’s gone.

Christmas. 364 days of anticipation until the next one.

September. Smells of Fall waft through the air, so much, I feel it in my bones, in my spirit.

Colors change, clothes change, decorations change.

October. Ghosts abound, candy, appears everywhere along with scary images and advertisements for haunted houses.

Colors change again, clothes change into costumes, decorations change again.

November. Time with family or time avoiding family. Pre-Christmas parties, preparations for gatherings, so much food that guilt sets in upon sightings of The Homeless.

Cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom.

Weather changes, music changes, people changing.

December. Flashing by, bringing out the best, the worst, and the desperate. Cold wind, hot drinks, layers and layers and layers.

Christmas. Laughter, warmth, togetherness, and surprises from boxes, bags, and stockings. Oranges in stockings.

Boxing Day. December 26. Over.

Time passed so fast it feels gone before it’s gotten here.

Time passes faster, clothes change again, and people change. Again.

And just like that, it’s gone.


Gina Rodriguez, Jane the Virgin, and Michael???


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I’ve realized while binge-watching this season’s “Jane the Virgin” how much I love Gina Rodriguez who plays the lead character “Jane”. Her facial expressions alone from her mouth to her eyes, her nose, her eyebrows, she displays such great expressionism. Sometimes her expressions crumple into a teary mess of liquid, her mouth downturning.

No matter. She’s absolutely beautiful and funny and just all-around fantastic in this role.

So with this season, I thought, “did she gain weight?” because something looked a little different about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it. And then, instinctively, I was going to Google that very topic, but I stopped. Is that REALLY important? I admire this woman, the character she’s playing and how she’s playing her. She’s made me care about Jane, a fictional being on the small screen, along with all of the other cast of characters. Maybe it’s my eyes. Yes, my eyes need checking. And even if it’s not, even if she gained 10 pounds, 20, 30….does it matter? And my answer is absolutely not. It wouldn’t change how I feel about the character or about Gina Rodriguez herself. And I started to take a look at the diversity of the show. It’s pretty good. But when I look at the women on the show, they are all of various shapes, sizes, heights, weights, short-waisted, low-waisted, long-legged, short-legged, and so on.

It just proves my point that every human being…or in this case, the ones playing those characters…have intrinsic value and those same human beings have flaws, too. But the physical flaws…they’re only flaws if we choose to see them that way.

I refuse to play a part in that societal norm of what is normal looking.

So no Googling anyone’s weight anymore. It would be wasted effort on my part because it adds no value about the people playing those characters or the characters themselves.


And Michael? What the you-know-what were the writers thinking? And I’m the writers’ biggest fan. But on that night, I wanted to make the writers rewrite the episode, on a chalkboard, 100 times until they learned their lesson to never write a show like that again.

I’ve seen it twice, and cried both times. Stupid writers. *huffs off, stomping all the way, head down, arms crossed tightly around body*

Equals and Inferiors

“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” ~J. K. Rowling

J. K. Rowling didn’t originate the idea of the quote, and the quote in various forms has been around since probably the 1700s or so, it’s a recurring theme in the Harry Potter novels.

Lately, I’ve experienced the meaning of this quote on many levels to the point where I just want to say to certain people, “Fuck off, you wankers”, and yet I feel constricted by my own upbringing, my own issues, and societal norms. So I don’t.

It makes me want to do something better with my writing, something with more purpose, or perhaps, to do it with people who actually care about other people. I can absorb cussing, outright yelling, (most of the time), off-colour jokes, blue comedy, and all the other types of shit that comes out of humans’ mouths.

What I hate, abhor, is when someone is so uncaring, manipulative, and downright subtle with their evil plans to destroy a person’s confidence, self-esteem, self-worth, even if to destroy those things for another human in the moment.

What the fuck IS that? And why, WHY do women seem to be the ones I observe who mostly do this? And why do they do it mostly to each other?

On a side note, I’ve discovered something else in my recent project: millennials are pure crap at managing others. The reason they do? They don’t care. And people drive everything, not machines, not technology, not deadlines. To motivate people, you have to first care about them.

So imagine you don’t care and are delivering news to someone about not meeting certain expectations. Imagine that, because you haven’t gotten to know the person at all because again, you don’t care, that when you deliver the news, factually and without compassion, you have no idea that the person has a history of depression. Imagine again that because you don’t care, and because you are a soulless human being who only cares about the work and not the people involved, that the person is now suicidal. Imagine that the person dies because, although not the specific root cause of why, you are the immediate cause of the person’s suicide.

Imagine not caring enough to find out what has happened when the person doesn’t show up for an important meeting. What if the person lives alone, doesn’t have any true friends, and is in a very solo profession? So you don’t check on the person. Because you don’t care.

Imagine a world of depressed people walking the planet, feeling alone, and one  interaction, even if necessary but negative and done in a cruel way, could be the immediate cause of someone’s suicide.

If you were even remotely uncomfortable with reading the word suicide, you should be. People don’t like the word. About every 15 minutes, a person commits suicide. That’s about 4 people every hour. And for each person who commits suicide, another handful of people are seriously affected by it.

So if someone tells you they have been suicidal in the past or that that they suffer from depression or both, listen to them. Stop doing what you’re doing and listen to them. Show compassion. Show caring.

Otherwise, imagine when you are at the lowest point in your life and look back at who you have helped along the way, who you have listened to, who you have treated fairly and compassionately, only to discover that you have treated no one that way. Imagine that even the people you thought loved you the most have finally had enough of the way you’ve treated them, too, and imagine that at that lowest point, you have no one. Because you are an asshole, a total, and complete bitch. You have treated others in a way that is not even becoming of any human being. You are absolutely worthless, which is interesting considering that is how someone who commits suicide feels.



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My hands feel heavy, as if gravity has gained weight and decided to sit atop my arms.

My heart is heavy, too, concaving my chest so that nothing is left in it anymore…not feeling, not love, not sadness…nothing.

My eyelids refuse to cooperate with me, slowly and sneakily closing more often and covering more of my eyes’ real estate so that by the time I finish this brief blog post, I will be writing it blindly.

My body feels bound to the earth somehow, not that I can’t fly, but that I can’t even crawl.

I want to lay down until all thoughts make a final pass through my frenzied brain, until my brain is clear and clean and ready to start fresh, with no trace of data from before.

And the frenzy within my brain is whirring, buzzing, furiously leaping from thought to thought, it as if I’m trying to catch air.

On the outside, heavy is what I feel. My body is heavy. My mind is heavy. My spirit is heavy.

Heavy with weight, with grief, with burdens that aren’t mine.

Ah, but sleep…sleep heals, and so I must heal thyself.

Good night.

Weight of the World


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Relatively, my bones aren’t old. Fossils are old. I, thankfully, am not as old as a fossil, so therefore, neither are my bones.

But they have begun to creak like an old screen door whose hinges protest with weariness not to be budged even one more time.

They are tired. I compare their fatigue to those who built America’s railroads and feel guilty to complain.

Still, my bones feel weighed upon, as if my skin is made of fleshy lead and the structure of my body may, with one swift move, cave in upon itself.

I guess this is why the fountain of youth allures us so. But my bones are tired and old, if not from work and age, from mere living. On a planet whose humans can’t be civil to one another.

Perhaps that’s the weight of the world pulling on my bones.

Reader’s Block


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I’ve never had the feeling of NOT wanting to read. I’ve always read, even in some of my darkest times, I’ve always been reading a book, and at times, when my thoughts were scattered and I was indecisive because of my depression, I may have been reading more than one book at a time.

But I’ve never lost the passion for reading until now.

It’s weird. So weird. I can’t say I’ve lost it completely. Maybe once a week, I’ll pick up the most current book I’ve been in and have read a couple of pages.

But usually, I read through pages with passion, even with books I’m not as invested in or not very intrigued by. Lately, that’s not the case.

Has this ever happened to you?

And what can make this change, recapture my spirit for the written word? It might be that I’ve been spending so much time writing that I’m tired of the written word. I’m not quite sure. Instead of writer’s block, I have reader’s block.

Is that such a thing? I don’t know, but it must be. At least for me it is.

And it’s sad. I feel riddled with guilt.