Teenage Zombie

What would you do if you were one of the last people on Earth?  Watch the below preview of Night of the Comet for suggestions.

If I'm one of the last people, I plan on playing this on my way to the mall.

UFO Confirmed in Burbank

Like any place, local landmarks and oddities are well known and shared with newcomers.  Like the rest of Los Angeles, Burbank is a land of newcomers.  The secret of Burbank's Fry's Electronics revealed itself to me when I was instructed to find a new microphone for my boss's daughter's karaoke machine.  I suppose the world took pity on my pathetic life.

Lisa - Weird Science

Nerds Unite!

I'm not a big concertgoer.  Especially when you are forced to bounce and clap so your friend doesn't stand alone.  Friday night I was fortunate enough to see Huey Lewis and the News.  My friend missed their concert 25 year ago so this was his chance.  We traveled two and a half hours each way to feel the Power of Love.  It was as expected.  The distance from home and the unattractive crowd made the awkward stand-dancing bearable.

Music of the Movies by the LA philharmonic is more my speed.  People aren't expected to do anything but sit back and enjoy the show.  The orchestra was conducted by John Williams who lectured us on film between songs.  Brilliant.

Warehouse 13

I don't know what to say.  What a great idea.  Crime fighting duo protecting the world's treasures, what more can you ask for?  In this case better writers.  The dialogue and scenarios are beyond predictable, they're lame copies we've seen and heard thousands of times before.  For all of us treasure hunting film lovers, the top secret location of the crated Ark at the end of Raiders is a mystery preferably left unsolved.  Where are these crates kept?  How many are there?  Who is the party that looks after them?  These same questions are posed in the X-Files.  We as an audience are shown a location filled with answers to questions we don't know how to ask.  These are spaces that we can only hope exist.  Both Mulder and Indy would agree that answers are their biggest motivators.  That the truth belongs in a museum, or something like that.  And this is one of the two largest problems plaguing Warehouse.  One, it gives us simple answers to questions so huge that we are left unfulfilled and letdown.  Two, it parallels other programs that will NEVER be matched.  (I only say this because comparing the X-Files to anything, hurts.) (While I'm at it, I would like to say that Fringe sucks.)  Warehouse is a diluted Bones.  The likeness of the two male leads is uncanny, making it hard to distinguish between characters.  The guy is charming, well-liked, and personable.  While the girl is bookish, uptight, and poorly dressed.  But there is something that pulls me in.  I think it's the lighting.
Now, onto Bachelor Pad.

Inception: Dream Falatio 101

Like Titanic and The Departed I had no intention of seeing Inception in the theatre.  I wouldn't have seen them at all, but when Mom comes home with a two part VHS set,  I can't help but tell her I've been waiting to see it.  A friend took me to Inception, they promised a good time.  Inception is a melodramatic nightmare.  The characters are unlovable self indulgent, juvenile, addicts with no redeeming qualities.    The fight scenes are pathetic, the concept is used, and you should listen to that little voice in your head that whispers, "DiCaprio sucks."

What is science fiction?

Yesterday, somebody asked me this.  At first I thought, what sort of question is that?  But it's actually a really good one.  Uhhh, it's about the future, no, the time doesn't really matter.  Sometimes they travel through it.  Technological advancements that have yet to occur in our present day.  Fighting robots?  That was my terrible answer, to a really good question.  It made me realize that a defrosted caveman would not stand a chance with me as an adviser.  Everything in Sci-Fi is a maybe.  Do I expect to laugh, for somebody to fall in love, to experience the truth of reality, for someone to get shot, for the good guys to win, or for time to be nonlinear?  Yep.  I expect all of it, and none of it to be shoved down my throat.  So the best answer to the initial question is.  It's fiction with a bigger imagination.

The Story of A Boy A Girl and A Universe

Machine Girl

Revenge is a complicated issue in American cinema. We seem to lose ourselves in the idea of striking a balance between good and evil. I say we do as the Japanese do, and embrace the demon inside.

X-Files

I recently started watching the X-Files. One disk into the third season I have become very attached to Skully and Mulder. Lately the postal service has had difficulty delivering mail, resulting in delays in Netflix deliveries. When the DVD doesn't arrive I figure Skully and Mulder are investigating some mystery. I curse Mulders name for not letting me spend time with Skully but that's teamwork. No one gets them like I do. There is obvious tension between myself and Skinner. I respect his position and person but sometimes he gets in the way. The problem is he is too normal. He doesn't constantly question his life's purpose, he looks for no reason, he just does his job. I questioned my purpose and reasoned that it is to do my job. I am doomed to be a Skinner. I'm not nearly smart enough to be a Skully and can't be a Mulder because my sister has never been abducted. All that's left is being disliked by both sides and a lot of paperwork.
They have each others backs. They wear suits with shoulder pads that never get dirty. They where long coats that don't get in the way while in pursuit of suspects. The photo above is how I think of them. Strong, suited, and toned in browns. That is why the photo below is so startling. No coats, leather jacket, exposed leg, bright colors; I don't know what to think or how to feel. What are they doing in such badly postured positions?