This year Mandi and I had the honour of cooking Christmas dinner for her family. Click on the picture to go to the Baby Meat Jesus page!
Christmas is a time of love and peace and joy and goodwill and massive movie hurdles. Why are Christmas movies so freakin’ terrible? Why are they so freakin’ wonderful? How is it they can be both at the same time? It’s a Christmas miracle.
Speaking of wonderful and terrible, the below Christmas special is something… uh, special. Forward to the 0m45s mark for the good bits. “Is snow!”
What would make it better though? Badgers!
For those who might be interested: a 192kbs stereo version of the easter egg song (Wookie Toucher) can be downloaded HERE.
Nerd Hurdles is one year old today! To celebrate we opened the mailbag, and a bottle or two, and answered questions by listeners new and old. Things run a bit long and, by the end, devolve into chaos. It’s The Banana’s fault, really. If there’s a more appropriate way to celebrate one year of nerdery, tangents and love … well, we couldn’t think of what it was so you get this instead.
Things we talked about:
- Derek Prinsloo sent us this photo of some Star Wars nerdwear.
- Stephen Rivers sent us these two links to some Star Trek slash.
- We didn’t talk about it, but Craig Denniston sent us this picture letting everyone know how Twilight should have ended (as if we didn’t know).
- And this is Jakob’s musical guilty pleasure. Although this newer, Russian language video of theirs needs to be watched to the end. Holy crap. Awesome.
But in order to answer GAB’s questions, we had to go on a road trip… Read the rest of this entry »
Since I first saw The Road Warrior on the big screen at the tender age of (about) ten, I’ve been in love with stories about post-apocalyptic adventures. Something about the idea we’re going to blow ourselves to hell and the few hardy survivors of our race will be doomed to make the same mistakes in a future jerry-rigged together from the scraps of our disposable culture simply resonates with me. I have a famously dim view of human nature and this is a genre built on dim views of human nature.
Not only does humanity bring the world to the brink of oblivion but, with the social contract brushed aside in a maelstrom of decay, people begin to feed on each other. Stories about the thin veneer of civilization being ripped away simply tickle my gloomy bone.
I think in the middle ages I would probably have belonged to a doomsday cult or have been a wandering bard preaching the approaching Day of Judgement. You could argue I already belong to a doomsday cult. A weekly feature of the community radio show I used to co-host was The Apocalypse Watch where we’d report on all the news of the day which suggested we were about three degrees from the world going Mad Max on us. Most of the stories were climate change and oil related—little indications the thundering machine is about to sputter and stop— and I loved every minute of it.
Of course, really, to be honest, I probably just want to wear buttless chaps, a feather boa and a pink mohawk and ride a motorcycle with a Vince Neil ladyboy chained to the backseat.
Search terms that lead people to this blog and, hopefully, to our podcast are always interesting. To us, at least. Looks like zombies are still interesting to a lot of people. Note: numbers for similar searches have been combined.
This week’s top/best searches:
|nerd hurdles mandi||5|
|pictures of fur trade||1|
|fit together toys||1|
|nerd of the month||1|
|video gamer stereotype||1|
Top/best this month:
|empire records costume||3|
|zombies zombies zombies||1|
|21 days later zombie||1|
|+”nerd hurdles” +podcast +”project potter”||1|
All time top ten:
|christina aguilera zombie||59|
|28 days later zombie||28|
|data star trek||19|
|worf star trek||19|
|day of the dead tattoos||17|
Top five posts/pages (all time):
|Episode #21: Zombies||848|
|Star Trek: The Twin Peaks Generation||345|
Seth and his girlfriend are cute. Mandi’s an asshole.
They say sex sells. In a recent study, the improbably named academic Anenome Cerridwen says it doesn’t. At least not at the box office. Reading the article about the study (I did not read the study), got me thinking about my own box office habits. It dawned on me, it’s true, I do tend to shy away from films with overt sexuality.
Is it because amped-up sexuality is often the earmark of a low-grade b-movie cheesefest (in which case it might actually be a selling point). Or are we, as a society, more prudish than we’re lead to believe?
I don’t consider myself particularly prudish , but my viewing habits seem to be. Perhaps it’s because we’re so bombarded with sexual images these days, sex in films simply isn’t the draw it traditionally was. We don’t need to look to an R-rated movie for softcore titillation anymore, we just need to stand in line at the grocery store and look at the covers of the gossip mags. Is it a case of familiarity breeding contempt?
It just may be the case I actually am a bit prudish. I’m a big fan of the Hard Case Crime publishing imprint. They’ve been reprinting classic pulp and noir novels, alongside new works by the old masters, for a few years now. They’re delightful but there’s one thing that turns me off about them—the sordid cover art faithfully rendered in lurid pulp fiction style.
A typical example is titled The Corpse Wore Pasties. If found this on the shelf at the library, where I get my Hard Case fix, my first thought would be “hilarious” but my second would be “too bad I can’t read this one on the subway.”
Sometimes I hurdle the embarrassment of reading what essentially looks like a porn novel in public, but I’m always aware of the eyes of my fellow commuters judging me. Of course, that’s all in my head. Commuters generally don’t look at anything other than their own book. Jesus. I am a prude.
But prudishness aside, there seems to be a formula that the more skin on the cover of one of these things, the worse the writing found inside. Not always, but I’ve noticed a trend. So I tend to go for the Hard Case books featuring fully clothed people. The Wounded and The Slain was particularly excellent. And not a navel to be seen on the cover. Though I think there may have been some cleavage. Fair enough. These books harken back to a day when you couldn’t get your fill of sex by simply breathing, you needed to go out and buy a trashy pulp novel and they wouldn’t be quite the same without the sensational covers, would they?
So, does sex still sell? Am I the only person who avoids sexy books and movies with an averted eye? I suspect , despite Anenome’s claims, that sex does still sell. But in a different way that it used to. I also suspect I’m not entirely alone in my box office prudishness.
It was Jakob’s birthday yesterday and Mandi made him this amazing Star Wars origami (and discoball) mobile.
Darth Vader’s TIE Fighter is rather outnumbered here.
The Disco Star didn’t stand a chance with all those Rainbow Brite X-Wings dancing around it!