I don’t know why October 3rd is Mean Girls Day, and I have no intention of finding out. Such things have become loathsome to me (especially Star Wars Day, which was funny once, and is now agonizing, especially when the deeper dorks pair it with “Revenge of the Fifth” on Cinqo de Mayo. No one… Read More Stuck Culture, the Microcosm: Variety Writes about Mean Girls Like It just Came Out.
It was bound to. For this tenth episode, I focused in on a single topic, rather than doing a series of ten-minute segments. That’s what most podcasts tend to do. It might be more sustainable going forward. The internet is a research tool and all of that. The shift over from anchor to Spotify for… Read More The Podcast Returns!
Jazz is, or is supposed to be, a wild idiom, invented on the fly by trained professionals, a masterpiece by midnight. Certain ontological limits exist: Jazz is a form of music, made with instruments, by people. You can have any number of people, and any instrument you want, and still call it jazz. The aesthetic… Read More Screeching Jazz, Punk Provocateurism, and Flaunting Whiteness – A Pondering of James Chance
Since apparently I’m returning to Music criticism with that vast expurgation on Captain Beefheart, I thought I’d warm up a nice snark listicle, of the kind that I used to do at the old Music blog. So I moseyed over to Under the Radar, scoped their current music reviews, listened to a few on Spotify,… Read More Stuff Under The Radar Likes
I wish today, for no good reason, to write about Captain Beefheart. I am not, or at least not yet, an affirmed fan of Captain Beefheart, and given my stands on the concept of fandom in general, I am unlikely to become one (especially if there’s a tribal name attached to it, like “Beefheads”… the… Read More Radar Station Blues – Let us now Praise Captain Beefheart By Slapping His Fat Face
We are way past the De Stihl aesthetic of Volume 3. UJ has always been a mashup of whatever the hell is in our head at the time. Sci-Fi and Lovecraft seems to be the cranium’s locus for this one, especially as regards Cantilever Jones Gets Lost, a series that’s probably due for an anthology… Read More Unnamed Journal 35 – R’lyeh Tired
Where’s it written a fella can’t change his mind? Back when this beast was announced, I poured snark on the idea, as the art-house version of The Imitation Game, and because I’m heartily sick of films about WW2: Additionally, and I think we’re all starting to feel this, the World War II well is feelin’… Read More Oppenheimer Does Not Suck.
Because I haven’t owned anything more advanced than a PS2, I’ve never played the Witcher game series. I’ve also never read the novels they’re based on. I only watched the TV series because it was conveniently on Netflix, and I was only interested in watching Geralt of Rivia kill scuzzy Lovecraft beasties. I made it… Read More Witcher Season 3 is Boring. Actually, That’s Just Witcher.
Last week, I sat through the second Jurassic Park movie for the first time since seeing it in theaters. That’s Jurassic Park II: The Lost World, from 1997, which Spielberg directed. The previous week, we introduced the kids to the first Jurassic Park film. It still holds up. The sequel does not. There are many… Read More The Joys of Watching Stuff You Hate
Since abusing Georgia Lucas has become a habit of mine almost as common as abusing George R.R. Martin (what is it with Georges?), occasionally I take the time to look at his non-Star Wars filmography. This is easy, as there are only two other films he’s directed, both before Star Wars froze his auteur vision… Read More The Original Member Berries: American Graffiti
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