So tonight I answered my own question. TBA had it’s first official gig. I decided that since TBA was turning up so regularly in the church roster, we could score a regular slot by default…..
What happens when you start poking fun at the anti-scientific paranoia of Richard Dawkins and his ilk through the medium of heavily distorted guitar riffs, zydeco-slash-heavymetal rhythms, TISM-esque lyrics, all set against a backdrop of 1950s cult SciFi*, is that people wander in off the street and say incredulously “this is a church service?? Wow.”
We also performed songs we’d written about Judgment at the Second Coming (via overdriven glam rock), and about [not] abandoning faith (via blues-slash-psypop). Along with Intelligent Design Theory, these concepts don’t feature in songs that much. Come to think of it, outside of Primus and TISM these musical styles don’t either. I think TBA’s mission will be to explore other neglected areas of faith and apologetics through our somewhat randomly styled music.
It was a good night.
* If there was a video taken of us performing Monsters From The ID I’d post it up for you. Unfortunately, or more likely fortunately for my you all, there wasn’t. And my throat hurts.
I actually used this today when managing my staff. Mostly tongue in cheek, but even so you may need to kill me now before this sort of thing gets out of hand and I start trying to Incentivise my Team via the use of inspirational pictures….
I decided that this year would be no alcohol for me, and no coffee on weekdays, in an effort to give my body some detox and to cut back on the disgraceful amounts of junk food that I eat when I drink either type of beverage. I thought 12 months should be a decent stint. People keep asking whether moderation would be a better approach, but frankly I suck at it. Also, I find it a lot easier to work towards moderation from a point of total abstinence, than to try to work backwards from a point of over-indulgence (Silly Season….yeesh!).
After reading one of the most scathing reviews of all time on Chud, I wasn’t expecting greatness. It wasn’t the worst movie I’ve seen (it was no Transformers) but it wasn’t particularly memorable in any positive way. The plot had holes you could fly a giant glowing CGI orb through. Case in point - if you had something homing in on the earth at 0.1 light speed (anything hitting earth at that speed would be like letting off nuclear weapons) and you suspected it might be war-like aliens, and you had hurriedly gathered all your top scientists together to work out how to deal with the situation, would you: (a) put them somewhere nice and secure like a bunker miles deep in the earth to analyse the situation? or would you (b) stick them in helicopters and hover them more or less immediately above the expected impact point? Seriously, who was writing this crap?? Fortunately, from that point on I wouldn’t say the movie got any more stupid. Its main objective seemed to be to demonstrate that the US government and security forces have the most inept, most inflammatory, most ill-thought-out, and just generally worst possible response to any situation ever. I mean, we already knew this, but the movie seems to go to great lenghts, intentionally or unintentionally, to make this point. Everything else just seemed to be a side issue.
In terms of characters we had Keanu Reeves playing the alien Klaatu struggling to convey human emotions (perfect casting), Jennifer Conelly being conscientious and forlorn (again, perfect casting) and the most noxious, unpleasant, and full-force-backhander-worthy child screen presence in cinematic history in the form of Jayden Smith’s character. JarJar Binks or child Anakin Skywalker had nothing on this utterly hideous thing. If that kid is anything like that in real life, Will Smith has a lot to answer for. There was also John Cleese playing a brilliant and absent-minded Einstein type professor (trying to reason with Klaatu), which was vaguely entertaining, but mostly just seemed forced. And he didn’t do any silly walks. Bah!
Essentially, Klaatu arrives to decide whether humanity will be exterminated to allow the planet to recover from our environmental vandalism and support different intelligent life. Finding out that we’re not doing so well on fixing up our mess, he makes the call to Release The Hounds, all the while on the run from the Feds with a xenobiologist (J Con) and her vile little maggot of a step son. It’s her job to convince him to give humans a second chance and call off the apocalypse. Now, if I was an alien tossing up whether to commit global genocide and I spent any more than about one second around the horrendous little rat that she had in tow, I would definitely be speeding up Operation Kill All Humans if anything. I won’t tell you the ending, but I’m sure you can guess it anyway, this being a hollywood movie.
It’s a reasonable way to spend 100 or so minutes, and some of the apocalyptic scenes are fairly cool, but I must warn you that you’ll come out of the movie very very disappointed that at no stage do you see Jayden Smith’s charater die the horrible lingering death it so richly deserves.
One last thing - I have to mention my favourite moment, when the robot GORT unleashes a World Of Pain in an underground army testing bunker, and while all the minions are scrambling madly (and futilely) to run away, one dude is just standing there watching the glass between him and GORT starting to give way, with an expression that says one thing: BRING IT! That was pure gold. Keep an eye out for it.
I reluctantly forgive in the case of a lol-cat, but I don’t get people who type like this routinely. When someone writes “ur”, I hear it in my head as “uh-rr”.
Pet hate. Seriously, the extra 4 microseconds that you gain by mistyping a word or inserting number substitutes in a text/email/post….is it really worth it to look like a first grader that hasn’t learnt to write properly yet?
English. They taught it to you at school, with the intention that you’d go on using it once you left….
“Brace yourself for 4 years of Clintonian-like spin and parsing. First Obama says he’s quit smoking, then he says he hasn’t. When he’s forced to admit he hasn’t stopped smoking, he replies “Fair enough” — like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar who “smiles broadly” and admits “Okay, you caught me” — and then he redirected the conversation to how “terrific” he is because he’s healthier and trying to stop smoking.”—
via Geoffers (ex toyokogyo1976). Teatowels are pretty deadly things. I’ve given someone permament scarring with one (look, I was provoked, OK!), and now it turns out they’ll EXPLODE if you turn your back on ‘em.
You know, it’s probably because they were evil cotton teatowels. It wouldn’t have happened if they were peace-loving hemp eco-teatowls………..man.
I have realized for a while now my deep desire to be known, which I think most humans share. I want my friends and loved ones to know me, and, to this end, I want them to know what I like. I love it when people browse my music collection or visit my Tumblr blog. I’m very prideful about my own set of values and styles regarding what I like or don’t like, and so I am flattered when others investigate the things I’ve set out as my favorites. With Tumblr’s dashboard, I can browse hundreds of posts and click a button to “like” them, or, if they are particularly worthy, re-post them to my own blog. This constant rating and giving of approval, I think, only serves to cement my own high-esteem of my opinion. In any conversation or discussion, I am apt to be one of the people who talks the most. On occasion I’ve held experiments where I decided not to contribute to a discussion, and it was almost painful for me to withhold any comment that I thought was relevant. I find that I hold my own thoughts in such high regard that I feel almost altruistic in sharing them with others. That’s not to say that I’m not intelligent or relevant, but I always admire those people who open their mouths so rarely that when they do, everyone else quiets down because they know it’s going to be gold. I think all of this Tumblr “liking” and re-bloging is akin to me and my big fat mouth.
Wholeheartedly agree, and will avoid adding my own pithy, fascinating commentary….
"There simply has yet to be a decent film adapted from a video game. Why studios persist is a testament to the lobotomised throngs who encourage them by paying to see this type of gleet. "
And yes, video games are inherently stupid, so getting a non-stupid watchable movie out from them is probably expecting too much. Of course, you can get diamonds from coal, but the conditions have to be just right…..
From the trailer, it looks like it could be one of those rare non-sucking remakes (or more accurately, modern sci-fi book adaptations). They’ve changed the nuclear annihilation message to an environmental one, and made the aliens actually hostile, but it doesn’t appear that they’ve made a rubbish movie. Time will tell.