The boogeyman continues to freak people out on The Outsider. He comes in like a dream, “it” comes in like a dream. In through the dark, blurry in the corners, out of reach, dressed like a man. It has come from a cold place, mouldy and filled with cobwebs. It wants to be left alone to its own devices, urges. It follows, even into the light, say it’s name thrice while looking in a mirror and run, run, run through the trees. Split up with your friends. It is already in front.
A journey of doomed youth into no man’s land and regions of enemy occupied territories, after many battles had been fought; desolated lands and obliterated communities, enough to drive any man to tears, but not before the mission is done, not before the journey has ended; across trenches and rivers, muddy roads and dilapidated townships, torn apart by mortar fire, the large guns, their large shells; hope comes with a bundled surprise, but it does not dissuade our boys from their duties; toward the singing flame we go, with or without encouragement and always with the news that this damn battle need not be lost; the cries of brothers in chorus; the laughter of men; there will be no need for medals, tin and ribbon, just a letter to his mother, written with trembling fingers; they tell her he was a good man.
Is it wrong to say, Joker was funnier the second time around? All those wrong things were good for a chuckle.
What’s not funny is how the Red Cross is keeping $11 million from the world’s donations – for the bushfire crisis here in Australia – for what they’re calling administration fees. And the victims continue to wait for much more of the donation money to be distributed. They keep 91 cents of every dollar donated. Criminal.
The world calls out for a simpler time, where we’re all far from the madding crowd, the four horsemen are nowhere to be seen over the horizon, and the sounds of harmony come from all directions as if an innocent young lad had just pulled a sword from a stone.
A juicy bite indeed and a worthy addition to the canon of Dracula.
I can’t believe the garbage on Netflix. Most of the stuff on that platform should be shot. Randomly clicking, I found Black Summer, another zombie show, and I couldn’t get past the first five minutes. Dark Crystal, a slow burn fantasy with puppets that made my head spin with all the unnecessary world building, lasted ten minutes. All the movies looked terrible, the worst being a new Nic Cage movie with Amber Heard, which is literally the Marvel Comics modern day Ghost Rider storyline with a black Impala like in Supernatural, terrible camera work, three minutes of fast forwarding before I clicked off. Finally, Dracula. Another take on the novel but with more monster and a storyline built around the lingering questions from the book, like how did Jonathan Harker escape Castle Dracula, why do crucifixes hurt Drac, why does he have to be invited in to enter a home, why can’t he walk in sunlight, etc? See, that’s genius. Why reinvent the wheel when you can just turn it to go a way we all want. Apparently things are connected, the first episode was very good. Modern gothic horror with snark.
I actually thought Crisis on Infinite Earths had excellent fan service for the comic nerds out there. But the story was lacking, done on the cheap and overall a bit underwhelming.
The monotony of work is the hidden existential threat that we never saw coming. It’s the what will really cause a crisis on infinite earths and end existence as we know it. It is taking away our freedoms and marching over history’s graves, cackling like a hyena.
On a lighter note, Christmas is around the corner and its time to get into that ole St Nick spirit again. Fill the baskets up with presents and the fridge with turkey and ham and all that other good stuff. Put up a no vegans allowed sign on thy doors. But let them in for presents and desserts too.
With this here Game Boy from 1989, I have created a synthesizer using the nanoloop, a small cartridge that fits into the back of this ancient device to convert the system’s hardware and sound card into a beat making, bass rumbling, bit crushing music box. The sounds it makes are pretty wild, man.
I’ve also started watching Neon Genesis Evangelion again. The TV show. Will watching the rebuild movies after it. First time I’ve seen the show in 15 years. I must say, it is bloody good and has aged very well. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.
The battle they chose to focus on in the Netflix film “The King” was a perfect little introduction to Henry V, who most people wouldn’t know anything about other than the name. I was impressed by the visuals, the dialogue and the actors. All in all, a very good film that needed to be cut down by 20 minutes, but no matter. This is still one of the best films on Netflix and a very good weeknight movie.
Castle Rock season two has me scouring the web for references to Stephen King books I’ve never read. Salem’s Lot seems to be the substrate to this season’s star’s journey through the eponymous town, taking misery with her as she fights to protect her daughter. Will anyone stand by her?
The Flash ran into a black hole tonight and saved some guy’s mind from oblivion before running back out, all to the tune of Flash by Queen. Right on.