Want some perspective? Here is the Earth and Moon, as seen from Mars.
I want Duncan Jones’ Mute. The filmmaker has been talking about making the flick since motherfucker put out Moon, many, many moons (pun?) ago. He’s been discussing it to the point where it doesn’t feel real. Not fucking real at all! But apparently the film *is* real, and Netflix is releasing it.
Holy shit. For as long as OL has existed, have I ever been blathering about Duncan Jones’ dream project. The flick? A Blade Runner homage titled Mute. Through the years Jones has gone and done Source Code and Warcraft, and I had sort of written off ever seeing this movie. But! Now! It’s happening, and there are actual cast members.
Duncan Jones. Director of dope-ass Moon and fun-enough Source Code has talked about shooting a cyberpunk film for a hot minute. It seems like he was getting ready to actualize the product. And then Warcraft happened. But thankfully for those of us who have been holding out hope that the project will materialize, it seems Jones want to shoot Mute prior to Orcs and Wizards drops next year.
As I’ve intimated in other places – I don’t care what nation of humanity explores space, or for what reasons. I’m lumping us all together and considering it a win for us barely not-primates. This weekend China landed on the fucking moon. So I’m high-fiving for all of us.
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China’s on the moon! Or, their lunar rover shall be soon enough. The humanist in me is all like “fuck yeah, humanity’s back on the moon!” The jingoist with American pride is all, “god dammit, when are we going back?!”
Behold the wonder of perspective! Yeah, it’s a grainy piece of shit picture. Still though! What it signifies is pretty outrageous. Thurr be in that picture the Blue Marble and the Moon. As seen from Cassini up in Saturn’s hood.
Using this map acquired through subterfuge (web browsing? WTF is that?), I intend on finding the top secret hideout of the Illuminati Trilateral Commission Group. You know, the one on the Moon where they plan all sorts of shit. Putting Prozac into our water. Convincing the mouthbreathers of the world that Big Bang Theory is funny. Canceling Rubicon. The truly nefarious acts. Once I find them, in a comfortable gravity pocket, then I begin building my rocket ship.
Just build them up! Yes, keep building these beautiful, and elegant robots. Nothing is going to make the robot apocalypse more delicious than momentarily contemplating how we created these versatile killing machines. Ones that now, thanks to NASA, go hang out on the moon afterwards.