Fire and ice are both quite nice, but they're definitely not the only ways to go -- especially if you consider all the recent popular "artistic" interpretations of our entire civilization's untimely, if not entirely undeserved, demise. The following is by no means a complete list:
All the movies involving comets, asteroids, or meteors crashing into the Earth and blowing everything up: Armageddon is the go-to one, but I could also list an entire slew of other, equally bad, over-CGIed movies about things exploding near or inside the earth such as Deep Impact, Asteroid, or Judgement Day. I suppose I would also have to mention Sunshine in this category, although I think this movie shows a little more class and restraint than your usual run-of-the-mill, everyone-is-going-to-die action/slasher flick.
All the movies featuring civilization getting wiped out by some other semi-natural or atomic disaster: Noteworthy mentions include the universally reviled The Postman, The Sum of All Fears, Waterworld, The Core (which laughably depicts a scenario in which the Earth's core has to be restarted....), and, of course, The Day After Tomorrow, the pinnacle of all disaster films, which simply features every single natural disaster happening at the same time. Brilliant! Children of Men is the standout in this category.
All the movies featuring civilization getting wiped out because of a zombie infestation. Or possible a vampire infestation. Or both. It seems like the zombie movies are coming out of the woodwork, no pun intended...28 days Later, Dawn of the Dead, Resident Evil, all the remakes and parodies and sequels thereof...and I am Legend, the new Will Smith movie, which is actually based on a decently good book and is therefore even more tragic because of it.
Jared Diamond's Collapse, which is a systematic analysis of the end of times of some of the world's greatest civilizations.
Alan Weisman's The World Without Us, a book about what would happen to the earth once all humans are gone.
The Wikipedia has a very exhaustive list of all disaster films.
Do we simply have an unhealthy obsession with our own inevitable demise? Maybe perhaps, because we feel like we deserve such a fate? Although, who knows, this might be nothing new. Maybe this has all been done before. I mean, the Apocalypse as a Biblical term used to just refer to a "revelation," and somehow during the Medieval period, it became synonymous with "the end of times" and the development of Satan as a foil for God -- so, maybe, the Catholic Church actually invented the genre. Who knew that such a power mechanism could go on to produce such universally despicable and tasteless drivel for the entertainment of the masses?
Actually, that's pretty much a given, isn't it...
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thanksgiving double feature.
Ah, Thanksgiving. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that Thanksgiving is less about giving thanks for a bountiful harvest, and more a celebration of gluttony, greed, pride, lust, wrath, sloth, and envy -- in short, all the deadly sins wrapped up in one delicious, basted turkey package.
It is possibly also a celebration of the triumph of capitalism over socialism.
Oh, and imperialism, let's not forget that one.
You can feel secure in the knowledge that you are advancing your civic duty whilst you ritualistically gorge yourself on high-calorie sweetmeats.
It is possibly also a celebration of the triumph of capitalism over socialism.
Oh, and imperialism, let's not forget that one.
You can feel secure in the knowledge that you are advancing your civic duty whilst you ritualistically gorge yourself on high-calorie sweetmeats.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The console that wasn't there.
Here's the funny thing about addiction.
Well, there's more than one, and it's not really all that funny, if you stop to think about it. Human beings are born to want, after all. Night and day, just unthinking, unfeeling wanting machines. And it's entirely encouraged to accrue certain addictions, provided that they are the socially acceptable ones. I'd even go so far as to say that addictions come and go like fads, masquerading under the name of "goals," or "values."
The fact of the matter is that no one cares what you do with yourself as long as it's not getting in the way of the March of Progress.
That's one side of the story. Then there are the other, private addictions.
It is trendy to quit these habits, or to pretend as if you are interested in quitting these habits -- it generates the impression that you, although fallen, are taking an active interest in reforming your life for the better. And the repentant sinner is a very sexy role to play, particularly when said role is accompanied by a lot of swaggering and posturing and backed by the moral dictates of the masses. But, let's face it, everyone knows it's a farce. And even if you're actually interested in quitting, even if you know that a habit is truly bad for you and that you'd be doing yourself a favor by ridding yourself of it -- it simply doesn't work that way.
You think that the need will go away if you replace it with something else. You think that you'd be alright if you can just make it through this one night, week, month, year, life. But it's never that simple. Sometimes doing damage is the only way to feel better.
And we all know that addictions of the body are childlike compared to addictions of the mind...
"But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo,
and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the
dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands
clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fin-
gers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there."
-William Gibson, Neuromancer
Well, there's more than one, and it's not really all that funny, if you stop to think about it. Human beings are born to want, after all. Night and day, just unthinking, unfeeling wanting machines. And it's entirely encouraged to accrue certain addictions, provided that they are the socially acceptable ones. I'd even go so far as to say that addictions come and go like fads, masquerading under the name of "goals," or "values."
The fact of the matter is that no one cares what you do with yourself as long as it's not getting in the way of the March of Progress.
That's one side of the story. Then there are the other, private addictions.
It is trendy to quit these habits, or to pretend as if you are interested in quitting these habits -- it generates the impression that you, although fallen, are taking an active interest in reforming your life for the better. And the repentant sinner is a very sexy role to play, particularly when said role is accompanied by a lot of swaggering and posturing and backed by the moral dictates of the masses. But, let's face it, everyone knows it's a farce. And even if you're actually interested in quitting, even if you know that a habit is truly bad for you and that you'd be doing yourself a favor by ridding yourself of it -- it simply doesn't work that way.
You think that the need will go away if you replace it with something else. You think that you'd be alright if you can just make it through this one night, week, month, year, life. But it's never that simple. Sometimes doing damage is the only way to feel better.
And we all know that addictions of the body are childlike compared to addictions of the mind...
"But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo,
and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the
dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands
clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fin-
gers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there."
-William Gibson, Neuromancer
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Late Night Cinema, Part 1
If all my hours were a map of the known world, the hours between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. on weekday nights would be labeled "Here be dragons." In Northern California, the land of perpetual Hollywood-esque sunlight that makes all outdoor photographs look so impossibly perfect, the absence of sun seems a little sinister, a little uneasy, as if this place wasn't designed for insomniacs. By this time, all upright citizens have gone to bed, leaving only the wicked, the weary, and the jaded to pace the floors and wrap themselves in blankets and try to throw off whatever worries are keeping them awake in the first place.
I've been up more times than I can count, in the aftermath of a fight or a WoW run or just simply bored and restless with nothing but the television to keep me company -- and this is the only time that Premium Cable is worth it. Because certain movies only make sense at certain times.
Here is the current list, to date:
Like Water for Chocolate
Jimmy: "The night is a very dark time for everyone, moron!"
Chazz: "Not for Alaskans and dudes with Nightvision goggles!"
You know that "Currently listening to..." feature in one of those blog services....I've since forgotten which one, but it's too bad that Blogspot doesn't offer that. No matter, I've got a better idea.
Currently listening to: The Dear Hunter - The Inquiry of Ms. Terri
Over and over on infinite repeat...
I've been up more times than I can count, in the aftermath of a fight or a WoW run or just simply bored and restless with nothing but the television to keep me company -- and this is the only time that Premium Cable is worth it. Because certain movies only make sense at certain times.
Here is the current list, to date:
Like Water for Chocolate
21 Grams
Lords of Dogtown
The English Patient
Layer Cake
City of
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
I Shot Andy Warhol
Great Expectations
The Sea Inside
Factotem
Leaving
Edward Scissorhands
8mm
Scarface
Rules of Attraction
Chazz: "The night is a very dark time for me."Jimmy: "The night is a very dark time for everyone, moron!"
Chazz: "Not for Alaskans and dudes with Nightvision goggles!"
You know that "Currently listening to..." feature in one of those blog services....I've since forgotten which one, but it's too bad that Blogspot doesn't offer that. No matter, I've got a better idea.
Currently listening to: The Dear Hunter - The Inquiry of Ms. Terri
Over and over on infinite repeat...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
be gentle, it's my first time...
...although technically, this isn't the first but rather the abashed continuation of an entire slew of half-finished efforts and aborted ideas. I couldn't really say why I keep coming back to this concept. If you think about it, most personal blogs tend to lie somewhere between diary and conversation -- although, with the now time-honored formula of Normal Person + Anonymity + Audience = Total Fuckwad (otherwise known as the Penny Arcade Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory), blogs tend to be more of a very public confessional. All the benefits of soul-purging without any of the moral responsibility or therapist bills.
The emo high-schooler in me (never very far beneath the surface) would say that personal blogging is a method of trying to affirm one's existence through connection with the larger world, because throwing one's thoughts out on the wind is almost akin to believing that just because it's there, someone will read it -- and therefore, that it's worth reading.
So, before we get started, let's lay down some ground rules. Of course, I reserve the right to break any of these rules on a whim.
1) You cannot simply recount what you did during the day. Step-by-step. In excruciating, picayune detail. I'm sure your life is fascinating to someone, but in order to ensure that you attract competent stalkers, you must refrain from selling out the details of your life so cheaply. It's all about quality control, my friends.
2) You cannot post something you saw on digg, cnn, youtube, or any other content site unless what you have to say about it is longer than two sentences. Other people's wit is not a substitute for originality.
3) Actually, 2) also goes for links to other content in general, unless they're used for reference. This is the last content restriction. Your blog is your own; now that people are listening, do you have anything to say?
4) If you post pictures that you took, you must comment on them to some degree. I mean, there must be a reason you posted it, right? Blogs are not a substitute for Picasa. And comments like "Here's me and Karen at the Qcup..." do not count. Yes, I can see that it's you and Karen at the Qcup -- so what?
5) Pictures of yourself must not be all in a drunk/drinking context. If that is the only context in which pictures of you can reasonably expect to be taken, then you have bigger problems than a boring blog.
6) You must try to the best of your ability to adhere to commonly accepted rules of English grammar, spelling, and punctuation. The only exception is 1337speak or gaim-grammar, if you can show that you're using it to prove a point or to maintain dialectic integrity.
7) If you post music, make sure it's legal. And remember, anything is legal unless you get caught.
And so, we begin. Not to be too contradictory about it, but I'll leave with a parting shot from a movie that was all about expressing oneself regardless of your content.
"But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come... I Dare you... Turn the page... "
You're into me now for one post, at least.
The emo high-schooler in me (never very far beneath the surface) would say that personal blogging is a method of trying to affirm one's existence through connection with the larger world, because throwing one's thoughts out on the wind is almost akin to believing that just because it's there, someone will read it -- and therefore, that it's worth reading.
So, before we get started, let's lay down some ground rules. Of course, I reserve the right to break any of these rules on a whim.
1) You cannot simply recount what you did during the day. Step-by-step. In excruciating, picayune detail. I'm sure your life is fascinating to someone, but in order to ensure that you attract competent stalkers, you must refrain from selling out the details of your life so cheaply. It's all about quality control, my friends.
2) You cannot post something you saw on digg, cnn, youtube, or any other content site unless what you have to say about it is longer than two sentences. Other people's wit is not a substitute for originality.
3) Actually, 2) also goes for links to other content in general, unless they're used for reference. This is the last content restriction. Your blog is your own; now that people are listening, do you have anything to say?
4) If you post pictures that you took, you must comment on them to some degree. I mean, there must be a reason you posted it, right? Blogs are not a substitute for Picasa. And comments like "Here's me and Karen at the Qcup..." do not count. Yes, I can see that it's you and Karen at the Qcup -- so what?
5) Pictures of yourself must not be all in a drunk/drinking context. If that is the only context in which pictures of you can reasonably expect to be taken, then you have bigger problems than a boring blog.
6) You must try to the best of your ability to adhere to commonly accepted rules of English grammar, spelling, and punctuation. The only exception is 1337speak or gaim-grammar, if you can show that you're using it to prove a point or to maintain dialectic integrity.
7) If you post music, make sure it's legal. And remember, anything is legal unless you get caught.
And so, we begin. Not to be too contradictory about it, but I'll leave with a parting shot from a movie that was all about expressing oneself regardless of your content.
"But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come... I Dare you... Turn the page... "
You're into me now for one post, at least.
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