Three movie critics discuss “Return of the Jedi.” Siskel and Ebert enjoyed the Star Wars movies for what they were… and John Siimon completely misses the point.
Way to miss the point, buddy.
Comments from YouTube:
“John Simon seems he would be a blast with kids. Probably buy them a puppy then kill it so they can experience real human loss.”
“This “Simon” guy has about as much imagination as a brick.”
I can only assume that John Simons was an inspiration for Kutzman & co. It would explain the dire, dour, desperately depressing downhearted dumpsterfire that is modern Star Trek.
The phrase “leaving money on the table” has, for reasons I can’t articulate, always set my teeth on edge. But it seems an apt comparison for this:
Here we see about *half* of the books that I couldn’t, for cost and space reasons, ship onwards… and that I proved unable to sell. Quite a number of used book stores and dealers were contacted, with shockingly (to me) little interest in them. So they are being left behind for the new homeowners to deal with. Which process will, I suspect, involve that giant dumpster in the driveway. Better them than me… the idea of tossing a 30-volume set from 1897 of “The World’s Great Literature” into a landfill fills me with a sense of ick. I suppose that it is truly no *real* loss; I got that set more than a quarter century ago when the library of the community college I was attending was themselves desperately trying to give it away. It’s virtually pristine, having spent more than a century going unread. And I imagine everything it it is available online; the set itself has quite possibly been scanned by some library or other and posted online in its entirety. Still… ick.
Confirmation that my decision not to spend money signing up for CBS All Access just to watch the hyper-funded anti-canonical amateur fan film series “Star Trek: Discovery” was the right decision.
Yeeeeesh.
You know, I was always more TOS than TNG, more Kirk than Picard. But the STD Captain shown here makes Picards traditional moralizing and lecturing seem downright appropriate. From Doomcock’s review of this little episode, the STD writers have decided that Tribbles aren’t some interesting little organism that evolved to breed fast, but instead are the products of not only unwise genetic engineering by a Starfleet officer about ten years prior to “The Trouble With Tribbles,” but he also injected them with magic: apparently they reproduce without the usually required step of *eating,* they gain mass without actually ingesting any mass.
Also note the serious overtones of modern woke fictioneering: the female character is right, the male is wrong. But more than that, the white male (and undoubtedly cis hetero) character is an *idiot,* and the female character sneers at him, undoubtedly to a chorus of cheers from the mental illness haircuts who actually like this show.
OK, the sale is over. Most items did *not* sell out, but I am now no longer in a position to package and mail stuff off. Perhaps sometime in the future I will try again with what I have left, but for now consider this an archive post.
Some recently unveiled helicopter mockups look promising, but they are just mockups. Build them, test them, prove them out… and if they work as advertised, put them into mass production ASAP before the Chinese stamp out ten thousand cheap copies.
If a freelance journalist writes for a magazine, newspaper or other entity whose central mission is to disseminate the news, the law says, that journalist is capped at writing 35 “submissions” per year per “putative employer.” At a time when paid freelance stories can be written for a low end of $25 and high end of $1 per word, some meet that cap in a month just to make end’s meet.
Huh.
This sure seems like a massive violation of the First Amendment, and thus should get smacked down by the Supreme Court. But then…in California pistol and rifle magazines are capped at ten rounds, so clearly the Supreme Court is cool with California putting limits on the things otherwise free people can do. Still, this *really* seems like more of a Britlander law than an American one. But it’s a California law, so…
An obvious solution presents itself, for those freelancers who can pull it off. Write the twenty stories that you normally crank out in two weeks… then submit them as one solid block. Not optimal, of course; journalism is often about what’s happening Right Now, and waiting days to weeks to turn in a story would be a killer. Another alternative: break California up into five states, one of which being a strip from San Fran down the coast past Los Angeles. Let CalCoast pass whatever craziness they want and let everyone else live like regular folks.
Protesting is fine. But when your form of protest is to block the streets like this, you are IMO illegally detaining random citizens… essentially, you’re kidnapping or hijacking them.
I found the comparison interesting. Consider first “In Maidjan” by the musical group Heilung, sung live in 2017.
Then consider “Wolf Totem” by the Mongolian group “The HU,” the video of which dates from 2018. The two songs seem to sound a lot alike.
And they’re both FRICKEN’ AWESOME. That there is man-music, baby.
And if anyone starts yapping on about “cultural appropriation” with Heilung’s use of throat-singing, take it up with The HU’s appropriation of western instruments and American biker gangs.
