MAGA Badlands BTS
Making Alchemy Gold Again, in there like swimwear with 'Predator Badlands', and maniac BTS with the French.
It is true that we skipped Tuesday this week. I may also have skipped Sunday and Monday and while Wednesday did happen in the end, the pox held both offspring and myself in its thrall for a deathly span. I spent much of my time inside the dying hole working via home, from whence I could broadcast from a predominantly horizontal configuration. While we did not perform the ritual here, any real or imagined efforts to bring an end to our bloody embrace were but a pyrrhic victory, for I have endeavoured elsewhere to bring about a new era of noise and/or alchemy and I present the following, such as it is, as penance for my absence.
The TNA store front is risen and the tee is back! I have had some comments that the featured rendition of Lemmy Cat is, if anything, too laid back but he’s evidently living his best life in this depiction and who am I to stop him? The accompanying advice is, I think, sound advice and that which I give my daughter daily on the drive to the place wot teaches you things. You can’t go wrong and if you do, I can be sure you were really listening. For those of you whom are truly far too cool for school and always have been, there’s a notebook for your “very important” and not at all compromising notes, as well as a mug shaped receptacle complete with fair warning.
If the most exciting thing about all of this was the fact that the shirt comes in either white or black, I could go and lie my weary body down but it can’t be because this is. I have long been of the opinion that whatever differences any one person might have from another person; be they predicated on racial difference, cultural difference, religious difference, sexual preference, gender, taste in music or daytime television, whatever…these are either reasons to celebrate the proverbial spice of life or they are nonsense divisions, devised to divide us.
that much talked about One Percent are screwing the rest of us here on Earth six ways from Sunday
These differences are often leveraged in this way by those with a vested interest in retaining their position at the apex of a one-hundred precent shitty pyramid. To divide and distract us accordingly, mostly from the many ways in which that much talked about One Percent are screwing the rest of us here on Earth six ways from Sunday with regards to money and more pertinently Time, resource and provision. The most excellent humans at Hope Not Hate have provided us with an irrefutable opportunity to materially combat this virulent form of devilry.
All profits from the purchase (post production and postage) of this incredible head ornament go directly to that cause and the effort to push back against such rubbish behaviour. Against racism, against fascism and against hate, while standing up for stronger, more united communities. I do believe that together we can make a difference and I do believe that can be evidenced quite readily. Look at the whole Disney v Kimmel debacle! Look at how they fucking blinked. I’m getting ahead of myself, point being that you too can absolutely be a Real One and you know what? I think you’ll feel better about some if not all of it almost immediately…
So yeah. I had cancelled Disney back when it became as apparent as it ever has been that the friendly face must be a mask that masks that which is less than friendly but mostly after they went after the First and not for the first time although that get problematic real fast. While I am on record as being in acceptance of the fact that discontinuing their service and depriving a household of the princess library may constitute an unscripted form of child abuse, I felt safe in the knowledge that we had appropriate stand-in viewing available on Netflix, of course until we didn’t.
Amazon does not feel like an ideal place for a nascent mind to have to spend any measure of time and so while we did find a not totally terrible detective thing on there to fill half an hour while I cleansed myself, a return to the House Of Mouse was all but inevitable. Or at least, it could have been? We ran into some weird bug that prohibited being re-tethered to their dark body and I spent a hot minute on chat to their surprisingly spry and robust technical support. They granted us a free two day pass to roam the halls until I attempt to clear whatever denotation of a bar this might be. I can’t complain as it really should always be this easy.
despite the whole “circle of eating” shtick being very shticky, I was in there like swimwear
Either way, while she did not end up getting to partake in a Walt adjacent IP, I did end up with the new Predator thing, which paints very quickly a shockingly human portrait of a protagonist who is very much not human, albeit a deeply vulnerable, flawed not human at that. ‘Badlands’ conjures up a remarkable tenable living, breathing alien world that’s totally not Pandora and despite the whole “circle of eating” shtick being very shticky, I was in there like swimwear. Someone has obviously been taking legit notes from the Mando/Kenobi crew or at least it feels that way.
I’d forgotten that this could be of the same…I want to say ecosystem that bought us ‘Alien Earth’, even if it’s far more a beast of action at first blush but you can’t tell me that a lunar bug isn’t also a Rathtar by any other name? I can smell cross pollination from a parsec away and while I don’t have the Earth standard necessary to go searching for it, I know it’s out there. I can feel it in my better knee. Sorry, I lost my train of thought. There are also some Monster Hunter vibes in there too. I am compelled to return to crafting weapons of great and specific utility, all in the service of the hunt and around we shall go.
there are always gonna be things that don’t add up and if you’re not going to throw yourself into it
Is it perfect? Not in a millennia, naturally. Given the earlier Middle Earth travel montage of the first episode (not an episode), there are evident geographical inconsistencies in the pacing of the Rambo portion of this tale but there are always gonna be things that don’t add up and if you’re not going to throw yourself into it, plot holes be damned, maybe this isn’t for you. It’s not entirely for me but it caught me in an amenable mode and I had a similitude of popcorn. Probably. It’s not bad and it’s not totally stupid but it’s not designed for scrutiny at a molecular level.
Perhaps my biggest takeaway is that I wish we could take away more but in a more episodic format, like some kind of serial thing or indeed a “series”? This is not that and it’s definitely a movie and I think I read somewhere that he intended for it to be a standalone thing but now that everyone seems to dig it: Money. I suspect that we could absolutely end up with a sequel but again, I would have taken / would still take a season or two at the very least and then they could cancel it and I’d probably have fun. I did not see the monkey coming but I do need more of that and also her.
There was some BTS I found on a hard drive from a hair shoot with Anne Veck, last February and hence shunted to the ‘gram the other day, in addition to a more recent video unleashed by Anne herself and if you were wondering if I have more, yes. I do. I have lots more. Shooting with The Anne, is always a great day and it’s usually a whole day and it is definitively full-on. The act of shooting BTS is, I find, in and of itself a fun time to begin with. It’s low stakes, incredibly social and it’s only your job to be everywhere. Think of it like a wedding but you’re not the primary tog and no-one wants an edit?
killing it with the energy of two people at least half your age and on a normal day, fewer people get divorced
You’re about half the way there, except in this instance the bride is an insanely brilliant, extremely French hair maniac, whose business is killing it with the energy of two people at least half your age and on a normal day, fewer people get divorced. That these shoots are often geared toward a competition of some sort usually means I cannot nor dare not share diddly until after the podium’s called, which can be a ways off. In this case it entered potential mortal territory back in November but I hadn’t realised. We were in fact back in the salon only just the other day but I’ll have to see you for that jaunt closer to Christmas.
JD out.