Serenity beckons, but I have a thought I can’t shake.
If you’re not watching Weeds, you’re Petarded.
Is truth.
There is still hope for you yet. Get Showtime. Have a friend record it. Or find it through other means. Watch it and report back.
Weeds isn’t bad for you. It’s “of the earth”.
Just lay back and enjoy the ride.
Behind the scene stuff mostly.
Those inclined can view the new almost fully updated About page.
Can’t believe I wrote that 3 years ago and never altered it.
Three “they came from the water” network shows are on your TV. I’ve watched all three for 2 weeks. Like all things, they vary in goodness and watchability.
Threshold
The aliens are possibly inter-dimensional. Their first strike was a military cargo freighter at sea. Their first contact vehicle: A multidimensional knife-sharpening light show that attacks DNA. They want to make us into them. Bio-forming. Humanity would become the willing creatures of an extra-terrestrial parent.
So far this one is the smartest of the alien attack trifecta. Though it does smack heavily of the Global Frequency. There’s even a GF story that’s pretty much Threshold‘s plot. If they keep making smart thriller stories and I’ll easily overlook that.
Tom Cruise’s cousin made the jump from being the creepy one-of-the-others guy on Lost to being the creepy first-to-be bio-formed guy on Threshold. I think he has a niche. And hey, there’s a a pot-smoking-free-speech-microbiologist Data.
CBS now has three shows I watch weekly. That’s freaking my shit.
Surface
There are critters in the water. Their mere presence can stun and disorient. They grow to be at least 200ft long. They reproduce like rabbits on crack. They can walk on land and breath water. They only eat live food.
This show is going for the epic angle. I like epic. So far they have three main characters from across the USA. Add that to the one crazy scientist who knew about the iguana-foots (they look like bigfoot and an iguana mated) and you got yourself a show that’s a trifle melodramatic at times. NBC, come on, it’s only TV. If it were on the big screen sure. But it’s not on a big screen is it?
It’s cool so far so it’ll continue to kill space on my DVR.
Invasion
Invasion of the Body Snatchers via water. That’s all it is so far. Oh, there was a hurricane that nearly destroyed a city. Bad timing on that huh, ABC?
It’s not smart. It’s not overacting. It’s not blowing anything up or vile slimey critters wanting your brains. It’s a total guilt watch…
…for now.
I road tripped to Florence, AL for a Fiddleworms CD release party. It was hot. The place was packed. I was chided for leaning on a camera.
Watched one full hour of NBC’s Joey and only one decent joke was made. A full on 60 minutes, kids, and only one joke coaxed laughter out of me. I know some writers who need their entire asses kicked and keel hauled.
I spoke olde english in class first grader style and was amazed that “knight” sounded like “k nik t” in the old tongue. Next step: stupid party tricks and cursing.
I fucked-up the free ham sandwich that was Sidewalk Movie Festival and learned that calling Jesus a zombie is simply unacceptable.
I hear Rita mostly missed Dallas. Huzzah. But her overland death rattle spurred two tornado warnings, a flood warning and the early death of Huntsville’s Big Spring Jam. I ate pizza through the storm.
The full stories come later.
7d found this quote over the weekend. I’ve no idea who said it.
FROM: Groonk
This is what’s coming for you:
Please, get the fuck out!
Just for a little while.
There’s no need for more tragedy that can be avoided.
Thank you,
-hmj
Many thanks go ta Ponzu fer flash-ercizing me newest brand. And fer animating it in said flash.
Clever lads will hear me, Bloodstain Bartholomew, speaking to ye from the briney deep. If’n ye mouse around a bit.
har har harrrrrrrr!
It was a little after 11 in the morning on Monday and I was free from my Chaucer class. We watched the last third of Beowulf 2000. The way my professor operates is we study the text, we watch movies based on said text, both excellent and stupid, and when test time comes around we are tasked to write out a page and a half essay on what we’ve learned from all of these sources. She likes making her students write “under pressure” to make them think on their feet.
A moot point for me since I’ve been willingly writing essays for a little over two years now. So the art of pressure writing, I own that bitch.
Beowulf 2000 has settled me into a daze. There’s nothing like watching a mythic millenia old classic poem get turned into a pile of cold shit by the Hollywood machine. Not even a useful steaming pile of shit. At least that would warm your hands on a cold night. No this shit was rock solid and icy. You put your tongue on it… it would stick.
But enough of that shit.
The sad, amusement of the movie was fading. The weight of my world was beginning to press on me again.
How am I going to pay bills? How much is gas today? What am I going to do with my life? What am I going to eat tonight? You know, the usual suspects.
I quickly ID’d one suspect with a visit to Super Target.
Still in a fog, I wander down the bread isle making a beeline for a pack of beef sausage. It’s a Zatarain’s Jambalaya thing.
Not the healthiest choice, I know. Leave me be.
At the end of the isle another buggy(that’s a cart for you northerners) peeks its nose around the corner. My doppleganger or twin if you will. It was blocking my path.
Forcing myself to be courteous, I wait for it to pass. Impatience surpasses me 10 seconds later.
I prarie dog around the corner wondering, “What the fuck is my twin waiting on?!” As I did this I noticed another face whipped around the twin buggy’s corner simultaneously. It was my doppleganger’s driver.
Our gazes locked for half a second. Two angry deer caught in headlights.
Then almost as quickly we share a laugh. Most likely at our dual stupidity. I know that’s what I was laughing at. I gesture for the nice lady toddle into my isle. Still chuckling she wished me a good day in a Russian accent and I genuinely returned the pleasantry.
Then I went on to my beef sausage.
For the rest of the day I was silly with laughing at myself. It was such a small thing but I was amused as shit because of it.
I guess the little things really aren’t trivial, if you are open to the moment.
The other test I took said:
You scored higher than 45% on nerdiness
You scored higher than 60% on geekosity
You scored higher than 21% on dork points
Nerds didn’t use to be cool, but in the 90’s that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn’t quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and “geek is chic.” The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!
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