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ALIEN

After watching the new Ridley Scott movie Prometheus I enjoyed it so much, and was so excited, I went and purchased, on Blu-Ray, the Alien Quadrilogy, it was only a mere fifteen pounds from HMV, sweet, or so was my initial response, fuelled by excitement, upon arrival home I decided that it wasn’t such a good purchase after all, I haven’t watched any of the movies in many a moon, and other than the original the other movies are a little blah. However, my meh, at the boxset, changed after watching Alien, the picture quality was absolutely amazing, it was like watching a brand new movie, a more modern movie, though it must be said modern movies are simply not this good.

Alien is pure horror, science fiction horror, but mainly horror, forget the setting. The look of the movie is outrageously good, the design work as good as, perhaps better than, anything cinema goers bear witness to these days. 

The Nostromo is a huge vessel, sprawling, I was thinking during my watching of the movie that really the Nostromo should be crewed by hundreds not a handful, not that it matters, automatic means pilot spacecraft now, in the future, if the human species survives long enough, and of course the World isn’t in a more terrible state than it is now, I suspect that space exploration will be completely automated.

The conspiratorial nature of the company the crew of the Nostromo work for is appropriate, in the future corporations will be as corrupt as they are today, the future isn’t going to be nice and shiny, it’s going to be cruel and dirty, if, of course the future is anything like the present, or indeed the past.

After watching Prometheus I have questions of how the alien spacecraft crashed on this planet? What was it transporting? How did the monsters originate, evolve?

The effectiveness, and creepiness, of all those eggs littering the floor of that space vehicle is amazing, even after all these many years, and Kane’s foolish curiosity leads to one of the most startling scenes in movie history.

The monster in this first movie is a terrible creature, nigh indestructible, savage, unrelenting, the later movies, especially Aliens, kind of downplays, or presents the monsters as weaker beings, I blame the creators of Aliens for that, their imagination was very small. Not like the imagination of those who created the original movie, whose imaginations were massive.

Rating: 5 out of 5.

 

Stuff That’s Been Revealed To Me Today

This Thursday was the first day of my eleven away from the toil of work. I work as an Electrical Fitter, and the money, for England, is pretty good, however I have tired of working in the manufacturing industry and seek something else, ideally I’d like to win the jackpot on the National Lottery and spend all my time in crazy pursuits, I’d pursue a life embracing the World’s mysteries, you know the kind Nessie, Bigfoot etcetera, etcetera, though my chances of winning the jackpot on the National Lottery are slim to none. My other wish for myself, is to be a professional writer, though, and in my considered opinion, I do not possess the necessary discipline nor talent. So to escape from the Hellishness of factory life today I attended an interview at Boots Opticians, though I feel the interview went well, I suspect I will not acquire the position. However, it made me realise something I was unaware of, I could easily work in Customer Services or Retail, I really could, I’d always believed such tasks were beyond the limitations I, like most people, had set myself, those limits have now been shattered and I can extend my job search to a wider area. I enjoy discovering new things, today I discovered something new about myself, HUZZAH!

My other discoveries today have been as follows; this weeks comic books have been MEGA, every read really enjoyable. I had a good time diving into the World of mutants, superbeings and dastardly villains. Though these days, in the comic books I read, the dastardly villains and their evil plots have vacated most Marvel titles and have been replaced with stories far more interesting.

The laughs I have received today have been mainly about the news story that Paris Saint Germain have, allegedly, placed a bid for Wayne Rooney of one hundred and twenty million pounds, this amuses me for two reasons, first, he’s a mediocre talent, totally not worth that kind of money, his contribution to a game is mostly negligible, it’s mainly left to other mediocre talents to defeat, even more mediocre, other rival talents. It would be the worst transfer ever in football history, I hope it happens, the laughs will be rib breaking. Second, Wayne Rooney in Paris, talk about a fish out of water, the thought makes me break out in more rib breaking laughter.

Thus far that’s my Thursday, and it’s not even 1300 hours yet, there’s much more for me to experience, much more reveals and belly laughs to come. Bring ‘em.

 

Raiders Of The Lost Ark at The Broadway

Yes today the amazing Broadway cinema in Nottingham was showing, for the matinee, Raiders Of The Lost Ark, what was it like watching the movie at the cinema again for the first time since 1981? Well, let me put it like this I don’t think there are enough adjectives to describe my experience today, but I’ll try, it was amazing, astonishing, astounding, awesome, fantastic, wonderful. I watched Raiders at the cinema, again, it sounds incredible, I can’t believe it myself, it was THE best cinema experience since the Eighties died.

Everyone has seen the movie, right? At least I hope so. It’s one of those movies that if you ever meet anyone, aged over 25 who hasn’t seen it, and enjoyed it, you’d figure they were an alien from Zeta Reticuli 5, and we hate those assclowns, don’t we? A review of the movie is unnecessary, other than to say, it was like watching it again for the first time, this was no pristine print, no tidied up rework, these was Raiders in all its Eighties glory, my face is hurting from the huge grin that remained upon it throughout the entirety of the movie.

Broadway cinema is one of my favourite places in the World, though I haven’t visited all of the World, obviously, so I guess it would be more accurate to state, it’s one of my favourite places in the limited amount of the World I have experienced, so far. It’s got a great atmosphere, the bars are pretty awesome, the food delicious, the people that visit the cinema are the decent types of folk that I wish the entire World was full to the top with. I enjoyed a pint of Staropramen outside, it being a lovely day, before the movie began, inside the cinema screen the atmosphere was exciting, I could tell people were genuinely excited about watching the movie, and people seemed to have a great time, people laughed and were amazed throughout, even though many of them had probably seen it many times before. It felt like being back in the Eighties, it was such an amazing experience, THE happiest I have been this century, what more can anyone ask for?

If you live anywhere near Nottingham, are a fairly decent person, that appreciates a decent venue, for movies, food or a drink, and you haven’t discovered The Broadway yet, go seek it out, I can guarantee you shouldn’t be disappointed.

Rating of Raiders (and The Broadway) a MASSIVE 5 out of 5.

 

The Fisher King

What a great movie. I really enjoy a good movie, who doesn’t? I enjoy a good Terry Gilliam movie, are there any bad ones? If there is Fisher King isn’t. You haven’t seen it? Shame on you, go watch it, now.

What’s it about? Redemption, which is big thing, some people need redeeming, some seek it, some don’t, the main character, portrayed by Jeff Bridges needs redemption, he’s an awful person, the kind that should never have friends, people who care about him, but does and how does he treat such people? With utter contempt. Naturally.

It’s a story about those who have, everything, or so it seems, and those who have nothing, or have lost everything, through no fault of their own, it’s a reflection of the World, you know that big bad imperfect globe we all have to live upon.

It’s a harsh, despicable World, where societies exist in which we have homeless people,  in which there are folk that would burn to death homeless people, it’s not a World really worth caring about, I know I’m past caring, I used to care too much, but what the Hell’s the point, apathy rules the World, right?

The gist of the story, other than being about redemption, is also about a quest for The Holy Grail, which is not what most people believe it to be, right? It’s not the cup of Christ, nor is it the bloodline, in fact the cup, the grail, isn’t even a Christian relic, it’s something else, something specifically British, something ancient, and forgotten, but hey everyone knows that, don’t they?

Even though, Jack (the Jeff Bridges character) is an asshat, you just know he’s not all bad. Is he? In these stories the asshat never his, there’s a part of him, a small part of his soul that can be redeemed, you know that eventually he will do the right thing. That’s what all great stories are about, us, people, the terrible things that happen to us, and the amazing things we experience, you can’t have a good story without good characters, and good characters are those who we can relate to and care about.

The characters played by Jeff Bridges and Robin Williams are relatable, both are tragic, both are lost, both exist in what we can be considered the real World, but also one of fantasy. Some of the camera angles create a surreal World out of the mundane, as is of course norm for the course in a Gilliam movie. One of the things I enjoy about a Gilliam movie is that he captures the tragedy of humanity, the complete lack of humanity we humans show each other, especially in big cities, when people are so self obsessed, how people can turn a blind eye to every awful rotten thing, I do it myself, iPod on, head down, hurrying quickly to clear the dirty debris of broken lives.

The story moves along nicely, and though eccentric it has a sweet spine running through it, a love story between two quirky characters, two people who are shattered on the inside, who have personalities that fit together but are World’s apart, due to the nature of their imperfect awkward lives.

There are moments of epic failure as a life shattered by tragedy is relived moment by tragic moment in awful graphic detail, and joy, fleeting, momentarily fleeting, becomes gross misery, because Jack remains an asshat, and no matter what he does, it’s out of selfishness, to love life, to be happy, you need to be unselfish, and for Jack his journey needs more tragedy before he can find what he really needs. To find redemption Jack needs more, much more, he needs to be crazy, to do the right thing.

I guess we all, well at least some of us, regard our lives in terms of success, in how much money we earn, the size of our bank balance, the job we find ourselves in, but that’s not a life, and that’s the what the story is all about. Who are we? What are we? What make us happy?

It's an interesting movie, one worth having in a collection.

Rating: 4 out 5.

 

The Raid: Redemption

I was going to outrageously claim The Raid is whimsical joy. However, that claim would be foolish. It’s not the least bit whimsical, it’s joyous manly violence. Bones snap, crack and pop, much like the Rice Krispies cereal, which is most satisfying, don’t you think?

The movie starts in typical fashion, a SWAT type team are given the mission to assault the lair of a crime lord, a sort of Wilson Fisk of Indonesia, as is typical in such action movies some of the selected squad are snot nosed rookie punks, the entire plan is one of a foolish nature, which again is normal practice in action flicks. There’s not, in the beginning of the movie anything fans of action movies haven’t seen before, but, and believe me, there’s plenty of unbelievable eye watering martial arts action, the like of which will make even the most hardened fan of such movies want to jump from their seat in happiness and pump the air with their favourite clenched fist hand.

Men blast to pieces other men, men get shot in the face, the head, the torso, the legs, most body parts. Men get stabbed, punched, kicked, slammed into the floor, the walls, the ceiling, thrown from windows, fists and feet crunch noses, heads are slammed off of walls, bodies smashed into tables. One of the stunt team actually died making this movie, or at least so it appears has his body is broken in twain. The martial arts on display, it being an Indonesian movie, are naturally that of Silat, and boy it’s a fast form of combat, deliriously so, I like the fact the combat targets the lower regions of the human body, no not those regions, don’t be naughty, I’m talking about the legs, both upper and lower, it’s not something you often see in action movies, punches being aimed at a persons legs, it’s a refreshing change, don’t you think?

I really enjoyed this tour de force of explosive martial arts action, at no time did the, almost, endless action become in anyway boring. It’s a movie I shall definitely be buying on Blu-Ray once it receives a release naturally.

Rating: A joyful 4 out of 5, of course.

 

May The Fourth Be With You

I love Star Wars Day, it’s great, I always try to make sure I have the day off work so I can watch all six Star Wars movies or, like today, go and buy a load of geek goodies and then watch the original Star Wars movie only.

As a geek I find it important to have special geek days, what’s the point in being a geek and not enjoying such a thing? It would be silly not to embrace one’s geekiness on this day.

Now it’s impossible for May the Fourth to be declared an official geek holiday so it’s up to us geeks to make sure we are only engaged in geek pursuits on this day. For me in addition to celebrating this day with the Star Wars movie/s I’m also going to be celebrating April the 26th each year, it was the day I watched The Avengers for the first time, that day will be celebrated with a viewing of the movie and the reading of Avengers stories.

I find, when I contemplate such a thing, that I am very lucky to be a geek, I dread to think what I might be otherwise, a thug, a criminal, a typical English bloke, I detest those types of people. It was my destiny to be a geek, there was certainly pressure growing up to prevent my geekiness, fortunately I was able to resist such pressure and go my own way, which is important to me, going my own way, living life by my rules not those dictated by my, so called, peers, not for me a mortgage, a car, holidays abroad, girlfriend/wife, children/pets, bad habits: smoking, drinking, drugs, nope, I have found my purpose in life, I am no longer one of humanities many lost children, directionless, I have purpose and my purpose is GEEK!

Today is a celebration of the phenomenon that is Star Wars, May The Force Be With You All, Always!

 

I Am A Ten Year Old And I Love It

Obviously I’m not, sadly, a ten year old physically, these myriad of aches and pains I regularly encounter unfortunately alert me to that fact on a daily basis. Long gone are the days of being able to climb a tree, run chasing a football, cycle a bicycle, there’s no way I’d ever be able to do such things again, and that saddens me. But, inside my head, in my brain, my mind, I’m still a ten year old with all those ten year old joys, I don’t have, or could relate to, a ten year olds sensibilities these days, after all ten year olds these days aren’t really ten year olds, are they? The modern, awful, vulgar, World has perverted the children of today. My ten year old sensibilities are those forged in the fires of the Nineteen Seventies, the joyful fires of great cartoons, of awesome movies, of comic books that exploded child’s minds with ideas, innovations that appeared upon the page.

My ten year old self Thursday morning was overwhelmed with joy. The Avengers movie was for me a new Star Wars, I watched a movie that was everything I could have ever have hoped for, and more, yeah, a lot more. Joss Whedon’s Avengers wasn’t something I could have ever predicted. Every scene, each piece of dialogue was perfect, for not just my ten year old self but also for this decrepit forty year old I find my ten year old self trapped within. It’s been nice to be able to remain over these many decades a ten year old and to have been presented with a movie that has created a spark of energy within this my flabby frame that’s caused my ten year old self to, and with open arms, have an experience akin to that of watching, and loving, the Star Wars movies for the first time. I never expected a movie to give me that kind of experience again. My love for Avengers Assemble has meant that this elderly self of mine, with the meagre funds at my disposal, can purchase every piece of Avengers movie related merchandise I want, something my original ten year old self could never have done.

Childhood Lost.

When you age, become an adult, grow up, you sacrifice/lose so much, things you should not sacrifice/lose, the innocence of childhood (a proper childhood not these horrendous modern childhood’s) the joy at discovery, the love of fun, the happiness at silliness these are things we should never sacrifice/lose, far too many children as they age abandon everything good and replace these things with everything bad, promiscuous sexual intercourse, smoking, using drugs, drinking alcohol, these things should be punishable by altering a perps brain chemistry and reverting them to a child once again, so they can rediscover everything good and live the remainder of their lives happy instead of sad, because that’s what we are when we pursue such improprieties like promiscuity, smoking, drug use and alcohol consumption, we are sad, we are unhappy, we are miserable, we are depressed, because we have lost everything good, sacrificed them on the altars of growing up. We here in England are a nation of sad people, you can see this on a daily basis by entering the centres of England’s town and cities, you can hear this every day by listening to your adult family members, your friends, your work colleagues, sadness, misery, pervades the lives of adult Englanders, it’s a viral infection, that instead of killing us, wiping us out, which would be merciful, it leaves us alive to become more and more unhappy and miserable with each passing day. That’s why England is such a hateful country, that’s why the English are so nasty, the joy has been sucked out of them, or sacrificed, for the pleasures of being a grown up, but those pleasures aren’t as pleasurable as the things that were sacrificed, subconsciously adult Englanders realise this, but rather than address this fact and become a child again, embracing those things that brought them happiness they instead become more hateful, bitter, nasty and violent. It might be hard to believe for anyone not English, or someone not having spent a great deal of time in England, to read this but we the English are obsessed with smacking someone, headbutting, kicking, it’s because we are so sad, you can go anywhere in England at any time meet a wide variety of people, spend a little time in their presence and someone will either be bragging about violence they committed upon someone else, real or imagined, or explaining how they threatened violence or, and what is more the case, fantasising about inflicting violence against someone. Being a grown up in England involves a great deal of violence, whether its just talk or action it doesn’t matter the obsession is still there. Our hatred pervades every aspect of an Englanders life, the English hate Americans, the Japanese, the Chinese, Australians, Indians, Pakistanis, Iraqis, Iranians, Afghans, we hate the Polish, Italians, the Spanish, the French and especially the Germans, the English hate the Welsh and the Irish and in particular the Scottish, the people in the South of England hate those in the North and vice versa, Nottinghamshire folk hate Derbyshire folk, people from Mansfield hate people from Chesterfield, the English hate people with a different skin colour, people with ginger hair, people who are overweight, people who receive benefits instead of going to work, Englanders that support Manchester United hate those who support Liverpool, most football fans hate Manchester United supporters or Liverpool supporters, this hatred in football via the fans infects fans of every football club. There’s no love in England only hate. If only Englanders didn’t abandon their childhoods, perhaps things would be far better.

A Ten Year Olds Inspiration.

It’s a shame that grown up Englanders don’t remain ten year olds like I have, and plan to remain so for the continuation of my existence, perhaps other Englanders didn’t have happy childhoods, perhaps they were miserable children bereft of love, of joy, I’m glad I’m not them, any of them, they have nothing I want, unless of course they have a full collection of Star Wars figures, then I’d be envious, but then I guess if they have, those people are still ten year olds like me, and not the horrendous Englanders that (over)populate this land of green grass and concrete grey. 

I try to relate to my fellow Englanders, but always fail, they only have a love of themselves, of selfish endeavours, of grandiose stupidity, they have no love of, joy of, anything real. Everything is about how much they have spent, where they live, the holidays they have, the car they drive, the wages they earn, these things are transitory, unimportant, vulgar, gross, and it’s not as though they really have joy for these things, their pursuits are for the purposes of bragging rights, a pathetic attempt at wallowing in their own self importance, most Englanders I have met are wannabe celebs or wannabe footballers, wannabe WAGS or wannabe gangsters, their inspirations and aspirations are those of the gutter. It’s not often I meet Englanders with real inspirations or aspirations, writers, directors, scientists, humanists. 

The word incorrectly used far too often in England is the word hero, and its derivatives naturally, it’s used most incorrectly in sports, especially football, not a single footballer is a hero, not as far as I’m aware, not upon the football pitch, it’s not heroic to dive, to feign injury, to simulate, to pull shirts, purposefully foul, possess zero skill or vision, but that’s what every footballer does in every game, and the commentators, the news media, declare these assholes, because that’s what they really are, heroes. My ten year old self recognises a hero when it sees one and it’s never seen a hero on a football pitch.

My ten year old self used to love football, both playing and viewing, but now it cannot bear to watch, my older self doesn’t care about such things, it’s the ten year old self that drives my older selves interests, opinion, thought processes. As a ten year old I find the modern game of football repugnant, I’d sooner go play hopscotch than play the game, I’d sooner watch Battlestar Galactica, or superhero cartoons, than watch a game of football.

As a ten year old I’ve always been inspired by people, real or fictional, that actually mean something, or have something interesting to say, real life folk like Albert Einstein, William Shakespeare, JRR Tolkien, Alan Moore, Jack Kirby, fictional folk like Superman, Sherlock Holmes, Spider Man, Tarzan, that’s real inspiration, or so my ten year old self believes. I guess that’s my only problem in life, being a ten year old still, though it’s not really a problem, it causes me no drama, no anxiety and no depression, the only problem it causes is disappointment, you know because it’s 2012 now and here we still are, stuck, mired, on this planet Earth, still making the same mistakes as a species, still having the same squabbles, still embracing crime and violence, my ten year old self had great hopes for the future, I expected we’d be out there, out in space, exploring the Galaxy, meeting other intelligences, having out of this World experiences, but we’re not, and I guess during my lifetime we never will, and that’s a shame, the future turned out to be worst than the past, how did that happen?

My ten year old self has no answers, and my elderly self is too lazy to care. Still don’t those toys from the Avengers movie look ace?

 

 

 

 

Being A Misanthropic Geek Is Ace

There’s not one thing about myself physically, mentally or personality wise I’d change if I could, I enjoy, with great fondness being me, perhaps everyone loves being the way they are, I can’t be certain of that for sure, but it should be a truism.

We humans are a strange animal, certainly the strangest that’s ever walked the Earth, at least in this third (?) age of humans, it’s a shame people are so strange, I imagine a far better human World if people were slightly more logical, intelligent and sane, but yearning for a World that will never exist, not during my lifetime at least, is pointless, it’s akin to my yearning to live the remainder of my life in the confines of January the first 1980 to December the thirty first 1989, it’s never going to happen. But then lots of things, I wish for, won’t happen, disappointingly so, it’s another shame that during our lives we experience disappointment, but that’s just the way it is, I guess we shouldn’t aim, or dream, so high, but then without higher goals, big thoughts, huge ideas, I imagine life would be rather dull, it’s a life I wouldn’t be capable of living, a life devoid of independent, original thought.

I furiously love my anti human attitude, I’m a total misanthrope, down with people, the well known philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer once wrote, "human existence must be a kind of error." I don’t concur with his statement, an error means there was a hand guiding human creation, and there wasn’t, no God, or Gods, behind our existence, just plain old physical interactions between chemical compositions that resulted in the miracle, or freakiness, of life. 

Being a total non believer in the supernatural is one of my favourite traits, I love being an Atheist and contradicting people’s insane believes in Gods, demons, ghosts and aliens, I could talk and talk and talk for hours explaining to people that we the masses are a controlled sheep like creature, every aspect of our lives carefully managed by puppeteers, men and women of wealth and power who decide how we behave, what we think, how we live our lives, it’s true, and the evidence is there for anyone who can read, and understand, the history of the human race. Obviously one of the major (?) things these puppeteers created to control the masses is supernatural belief, it wasn’t the idiot masses long ago who created Yahweh, Adam and Eve, Abraham, Moses or Jesus, it was well educated, intelligent wealthy people, who were family members of the royal bloodlines, the religious leaders of the times were connected in some way to royal bloodlines, all religions were created to dominate, dictate to the idiot masses, and the differences between various religions, Judaism, Christianity and Islam has led to many wars, the idiot masses wasting their lives mired in anger and hate, and the puppeteers, aware of the truth that there are no Gods, have been laughing their heads off at how easy it is to influence the idiot masses, and this control via religion still continues today, I find it completely bonkers that other people cannot see that religions were created by the people who rule and that not one religion as any basis in fact, but then most people don’t read, have no interest in achieving a level of understanding, no matter how small, some say, ‘ignorance is bliss,’ but I don’t accept that, being aware of the environment you live in, have an understanding, even if it’s still limited, of the World around you, possessing knowledge, if only a little, being capable of empathy, of love, of self respect, of honour, that’s akin to bliss, ignorance just leads to idiocy, anger and hate.

Ignorant people are the idiots who attend English Defence League rallies, are prepared to vote for the British National Party, ignorant folk are violent, hate other people for being of African descent (although all of humanity obviously is) being from India (even though ignorant folk consider such people to be Paki’s, which would mean they’re from Pakistan not India, sigh) ignorant folk hate people for being German or French, Welsh or Scottish, the hatreds of ignorant folk seem never ending and all of their hate is controlled by the puppeteers, especially here in England a nation where people are easily influenced by the national gutter press, who will win the next general election? Let The Sun newspaper and therefore Rupert Murdoch decide, a man who isn’t English nor even lives in England, but hey oh, better than having thoughts of your own isn’t it?

I guess my misanthropy doesn’t extend to encompass the entire human race, just stupid people, of which there is so many, there’s more stupid people in the World than there are intelligent, especially here in England, boy, what a stupid collection of ignoramuses. I have a new insult that I am using to express my disdain at a collective of people, what is that insult, check this out; you England football squad, the ultimate insult, in my opinion, I dislike profanity, and try not to use it myself, it’s the language of the ignorant masses, and I don’t aspire to be ignorant, so now when I see a group of people who are quite frankly abhorrent to me I think, what an England football squad. I enjoy using insults no one else uses, for years I have used frak, frakking, frak you, not because of the influence of the television show Battlestar Galactica but because of the influence of the comic book creator Keith Giffen in his work on Lobo. This influence leads me into explaining another mode of control, the puppeteers have given us entertainment, most of us fail to entertain ourselves so we are slaves to those who provide entertainment for us via television companies, the music industry, the movie industry, and for the minority who enjoy reading, via book and comic book companies, obviously these days younger folk find entertainment via X Boxes and Playstations, or smart phones, but all that entertainment is controlled, entertainment only exists to placate the idiot masses, to prevent mass scale social upheaval, I guess when you think about it we perhaps need that control without it there’d be more rape and murder. Maybe.

Though I enjoy my misanthropic traits it’s the geeky aspect of my personality I love the most. Being able to spend a lazy day just reading comic books is for me a perfect day. At one time I did find myself embracing the English compulsion of spending far too much time, and money, inside dirty public houses, fortunately those days are long ago and I barely remember them, it’s like it happened to someone else, these days I avoid such dirty establishments most of the time and happily like to spend what free time I have alone, sometimes reading, but mostly watching DVDs/Blu-Rays.

Now I am aware that entertainment is just a form of control, a distraction, but being a member of the idiot masses, which I surely am, I embrace with great happiness television boxsets, handfuls of DVDs, classic movies, I revel in piles of comic books, receiving paper cuts in areas better not spoken of in polite circles, though I can through my misanthropic tendencies condemn the idiotic masses for their ignorance and idiocy, I am well aware that I am almost the same, emphasis on almost.

As a geek I could be an ignoramus, and also an idiot, but I choose not to be, though like a sheep I do choose to be led to slaughter by my love for comic books and movies, and what a way to go, death through being saturated with awesome comic book stories and movie plots, it’s the way I want to go, if I can’t be eaten alive by a Great White shark that is.

Being a geek makes me very proud, and my geek community is pretty Goddamn fantastic, though at times geeks can be a little exuberant and illogical when it comes to the stuff they love, but I doubt a geek ever started a war, and certainly no wars, have yet, been fought over what’s better Star Trek or Star Wars? If such a war did break out between various sections of the geek community it would be settled online via the World of Warcraft or some other type of online game, no one would be physically hurt, we geeks being renowned for our lack of physical prowess in the manly martial arts. Besides there’s a well known Universal Law, geek shall never kill geek, we geeks are peaceful folk, we are kinda special, yes in that way.

I know for certain I have special needs, I can just about manage to operate competently in this World, but only just, and that’s only on my own, my special needs prevents my relationships with members of the opposite sex, in that respect I am incompetent, my geekiness prevents me from establishing any sort of romantic ties, not all geeks are like me, some, perhaps a rare few, known as lucky sods, or freaks, within the geek community can have relations with members of the opposite sex. I personally only know two women, one’s my mother the other my youngest sister, I do have another sister but of her I know nothing. The only time I speak to members of the opposite sex, other than my mother and sister, is when I’m being served in a public house, eatery, cinema or shop, the rest of the time these strange humans are a mystery to me, one I’ll never solve. I like not knowing members of the opposite sex, it’s probably not healthy, but I’m the kind who believes that you can look, but don’t touch, and I certainly don’t plan on touching, I refuse to get arrested, again.

That’s perhaps the oddest thing about being a geek, females dislike us, which isn’t a failing on the part of geeks, or women, it’s just this strange phenomenon, that seems true, at least in my experience, I have never gotten along with women, I never will. My plan, eventually, is to invest in one of those Real Dolls, it’s close to being the real thing, at least I think it is, only better, I can still enjoy comic books and ace movies, avoid having to do boring stuff, you know the type of stuff, shopping, parties, family visits, babysitting, all the stuff that prevents a geek from being a geek, in fact now I think about it why invest in a Real Doll? What’s wrong with one’s own imagination? The Internet? Evolved appendages? Wahey, my saved funds for my Real Doll can be now used for something more worthwhile, hmm, this post, this morning, has been well worth the amount of time I have wasted on it, it’s awoken my thought processes to a different way of thinking, for the time being at least.

Huzzah, my geeky misanthropic brain.

 

Movie Trailers Terrible Or Terrific?

So in the cinema, Cineworld at Nottingham where I was watching Cabin In The Woods, I had to suffer several trailers, for some strange reason one of those trailers was for a new Ice Age movie, I have no idea which number in the series as I have zero interest in children’s movies and I’m quite proud to announce I have not watched any of the Ice Age movies.

The next trailer was for The Avengers, I closed my eyes and saw nothing. I dislike movie trailers, they reveal far too much these days, and I have had several movies spoilt by the trailer having revealed waaaaaaay too much.

The third trailer was for Jason Statham’s new movie, Mercury Rising, oh my bad, I mean Safe, which looked from the trailer to be almost exactly like the Bruce Willis movie.

The final trailer was for a movie called Silent House, apparently eighty eight minutes that unfolds in real time and is based upon alleged true events. The movie is a remake of a Uruguayan movie, yes Hollywood as virtually no original ideas these days, a lot of movies these days originated in other mediums, comic books being very popular, or are remakes, re-imaginings of television shows, movies, animation. Silent House is NOT actually based upon a true event, movies like this NEVER are, though they like to claim they are.

Yes, the movie industry is retarded. But hey we need distractions in life otherwise we might start having original thoughts of our own, and we can't have that can we? A suddenly aware and intelligent humanity with thoughts of their own, that would be insane, right?

 

The Legend of Seven Golden Vampires

I require the movie on DVD, NOW, April is ScriptFrenzy month, I’ll be hopefully writing my Fallen Glade idea up as a TV script and posting it, there’s not a chance of it becoming a TV show, nor me becoming a professional writer, it’s just for fun. When April is finished, though I have a novel to finish and a comic book to illustrate, badly, I still require another outlet for my creative ambitions, my plan, at the moment, is to watch the old Hammer movie and re-write it as a modern movie, set in the good old 21st Century, both kung fu and vampires are popular movie themes, in my opinion it’s time, once again, to blend the two.

Hammer is making a bit of resurgence, Let Me In and The Woman In Black receiving good reviews, and critical praise. My plan is thus, write a crazy movie script based upon the original concept, be as barmy as is possible, and then just speculatively post it Hammer, just for fun, I have no idea if they’d be interested, if of course the script is competently conceived, or whether anyone would ever read it, do movie companies accept speculative scripts? 

I’m going to do it. Why the Hell not, eh? I have nothing to lose, and probably nothing to gain, other than enjoyment, or disappointment, watching the movie once again.

A person should have projects, ambitions, pursuits in life, otherwise a life isn’t worth living, or is it?