I know a lot about Elizabeth Holmes and her bullshit start-up, Theranos. This is because my wife puts on biolifemedicalsomething conferences, and Theranos was simultaneously a rising star and a source of concern for members of that community, and her. Basically Holmes was a scam artist who flouted FDA something suches, and most importantly: refused to speak at a keynote for my wife. Then Holmes’ career fell apart. Is this a coincidence? Is my wife at best, a realitymancer, and at worse, the Devil? I’m not sure. Maybe the new Lawrence/McKay movie will suss this out.
I was pretty goddamn high on Darren Aronofsky for a hot minute. Then he did Noah, after toiling away on it forever. And I was like “eh” and I was like “no thanks” and my brain was like “I guess I’m going to forget you for a bit” before it did just that. But now the director is gearing up for a new project, and I’m beginning to recall how much I fuck with his pre-Noah filmography.
Everyone’s bagging on Apocalypse in these X-Men: Apocalypse stills from Entertainment Weekly. Whatever — remember how fucking lame all the Days of Future Past promos looked? Rather, let’s keep it positive *and* talk about how fucking gnarly Storm looks.
Catnip Evergreen and Gail Force Wind are all up in this trailer for The Hungry Games: Mockingbird. Shooting down planes and shit. I’m down. I’m diggin’ it. Vibin’. Bein’ a choad.
Here’s a teaser for the trailer which is in itself will be a teaser for Mockingjay. I find myself oddly excited for the next Hunger Games movie. Like, I won’t defend the books or the movies to the hilt by any means. But they’re a nice yearly distraction, and they fulfill my blunt-object social commentary/Dystopian fix for a minute or two.
Here’s the first trailer for The Hunger Games: Katniss Lawrence Leads A Rebellion – Mockingbird; Part I.
A couple of weeks ago I was yanking purple-tip to Almost Human’s premiere. It was jazzy, I was jazzed, my underoos were sticky but stern. (What does that even mean?) In the middle of my fluids-flinging, our own incalculably talented J-Hawtsauce pointed out that he had a hard time swallowing the episode orders that network television demanded. The good sir lamented the puffed-up nature that having to bring twenty-four (or so) episodes to bare every season can produce on a show.
At the time I claimed that I didn’t have a problem with what were essentially procedural television shows with a science-fiction tinge. After all, I love the X-Files, Fringe titillates me, and since I’m lazy and don’t feel like thinking I’ll nominate Battlestar Galactica as (a stretch of) an example.
Monsters of the week episodes rule! (Sort of.)
Hey friends. Straight-up static here on Space-Ship Omega. My life has been crazy lately. Frenzy. Frenzied! Busy. And all this madness taken me away from the controls. What about the rest of the crew? Great question. I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Rendar Frankenstein has left the ship. Yup. Quietly departed during a movie night. Whilst you were all entertained by the Team Omega’s sweded version of They Live, Frankenstein grabbed a null-grav suit and fluttered away to a local exoplanet. Pluto? Staring in the mirror puffing his bubble pipe while blathering about the impermanence of pop culture references and stroking his non-existent beard. The Dude? Johnny Hotsauce? An arm wrestling match that’s been going on for nineteen days. Bateman? Triple bypass.
Just me. And you. Aboard the Space-Boat. Here is what I’m using to kill my loneliness.
Okay, maybe sexy isn’t the right word. But it’s been a long day, I’m a horn dog, and I’m just sitting her warmly recalling J-Law’s dance scene from Silver Linings Playbook: The Caff Pow Story.
This IMAX poster for Catching Fire is pretty neat, too!