By Roy Mathur, on 2021-09-13, at 23:03:10--00:02:59, for Captain Roy's Rocket Radio Show, Listen
I'm a little hoarse and a little horse is a pony. Geddit?
Since 401, every preceding episode title more accurately portrays the proceeding episode. I'm not explaining this, but go back and look at the titles and the contents.
I'm guessing the time flow is getting mixed up or I am mad.
Remember how I misremembered meeting Alan Moore last week? I.e. I never met him.
Later I claimed never to have worn a top hat when I went to see Cats; something my mother accused me of with a bemused negative compliment.
Now I think I did wear a borrowed top hat. Or did I? This is the absent-mindedness of age. Look the Doctor forgets things all the time, so if he is allowed to, why shouldn't I be?
It's not senility. My memory has actually become exponentially better with age. As a teenager and onwards I needed a diary just to remember to breathe. Stress may have had something to do with that... maybe, but frankly I'm more stressed now. Ah... stress has improved my memory and very possibly shortened my life. It's six of one and half a dozen of the other. Ah well.
I still feel like crap for so many reasons too tiresome for the pod, but talking of crap, I was a little constipated recently. Love it! For the first time in years I couldn't go. Only someone with IBS would understand this.
It was maybe because of the trying to kick the powerful antacid I was prescribed after the side-effects became to horrible to ignore.
Happy Breakaway Day!
Did you know, Space: 1999: Breakaway Season 1 Episode 1 was first broadcast in the UK on September 4, 1975, but in the plot the Moon broke out of orbit on September 13 1999.
I will probably be revisiting the show because there were only two seasons, so I won't be giving myself another almost Sisyphean task like the Doctor Who rewatch is.
You know, I had totally missed that there's a colon in the title.
Belatedly. There were panels..., which I culd not work out how to see. YouTube? No idea, couldn't find anything.
Did you also know Star Trek's first USA broadcast on was on September 8 1966 on NBC, but actually first broadcast on 6 September 1966 on CTV in Canada. We didn't get it until July 12 1969 on BBC One, and some episodes of TOG (and TNG) were cut or censored by the Beeb.
Happy Monday! CRRRaSh! SFFH Podcast is back online and on schedule.
Everything geek this week is taping right now and will be released on Wednesday.
The continuing vintage Doctor Who marathon is taping Wednesday for release on Friday. (The Ribos Operation (1978)).
My Twitter activity is minimal, so contact me through https://roymathur.com/podcast.html. My Twittering is minimal because Twitter is making me sad and tired.
In the midst of a rural satanic panic, teen heavy metal fans travel to concert and become embroiled in ritualistic murders.
I enjoyed the 1988 retroness, the teen slasher vibe, the 80s heavy metal aethetic---horror and rock go so well together---the cast, the clothes, and the cars.
However, as beautiful and charismatic as actress Alexandra Anna Daddario is, she absolutely does not look like a teen. (She's in the Percy Jackson films).
Also, the film feels like it's over 48 minutes in, then you realise (with a groan) that you're only halfway through.
The Walking Dead has returned for it's final season and I am watching it despite myself. (Erratum: this is the penultimate season).
It isn't any more intriguing than any other season, and is passable entertainment, but I just want this perpetual zombie train to stop once and for al so I can get off.
I'm sure we'll see Rick again, not so much as fanservice, but to seed the spinoff that is in the works, and which I will not be watching, much like I don't watch Fear the Walking Dead either.
He says he's brimming with fiction which is great. But I'm worried he's leveraging his fame as a comic book writer to launch a prose career. It's not that you can't jump formats, he's already produced a veritible tome in the shaped of the 1266 page Jerusalem, but one one thing is very much not the other.
Without the discipline of the comic panel, I wonder if he'll continue going all latter-day Stephen King, who's fiction is bloated to the point of gross obesity. Don't get me wrong, I love King, especially early King, but a lot of this recent work is too long. (Too many notes?)
I hope I'm wrong, but I can envision a greedy literary agent and publisher salivating at the prospect of multiple sales from their celebrity client.
Like King, I like a lot of Moore's earlier work, but even his later comic book writing, e.g. Neonomicon, is abysmal. (I covered it in 2013 pod 19. In short, I found it to be distasteful, low wit western take on hentai demon porn within a crap X-Files-ish framework. Hentai is at least more honest about it).
Maybe I'm completely wrong though, the Guardian called Jerusalem magnificent and sprawling (1266 pages, I imagine it is). Or maybe it's the ADHD, but a novel of over a 1000 pages long? No thanks.
For Alan Moore stuff I actually do definitely, unambiguously like, there's Monster, V for Vendetta, Watchmen. I'll also be covering The Bojeffries Saga in future.
It's as if we can't leave Alan Moore alone for the past three episodes. But in a good way, not a Daily Mail way.
The Show is an upcoming film written by Alan Moore and set in his native Northampton (just about a hard stone's throw from here).
I got a little feeling of Moore's previous comic book work from the cabbie, who imemdiatedly reminded me of John Constantine's, Chas Chandler.
I really want to see this and so does my mother, who was really taken with the trailer, especially Awkwafina's humorous lines.
Unfortunately, my mum and dad are classed as clinically vulnerable according the letters they received from the government. They got their vaccines a lot earlier than I did. While we are trying to return to normal life, the thought of stewing inside a cinema for a few hours is not appealing, if all I'm going to think about is am I putting my parents at risk instead of enjoying the film. Marvel bullying people to see their film in the cinema leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and so, I won't be reviewing Shang Chi until it comes out on Disney+ on October 17.
Not everyone, including me, can see a film the moment it is released. For those people, this podcast might be for you, especially if you want to avoid spoilers.
In fact, very early on in this show I mentioned that and even prefixed some of my blog post titles for reviews, "Second Run", prior to the podcast taking over.
And, not that it's bothering me in any way, but no, I don't live with my parents. They live with me. We have been forced back together temporarily because of the pandemic. That is not to say that living as a multi-generational unit is bad per se, but for us... we need our space. You'd know this if you met us (shortly before you start screaming and running). Hopefully, that will happen before we go crazy, or more accurately, crazier.
Neo! Trinity! Is that person supposed to be... Morpheus?! Where the hell is Lawrence Fishburne?
I'm also not too fond of the overuse of Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit song by Grace Slick either. It's relevant to the movie, and it's a really great song, but it's an awful cliche and I don't care for it being blasted throughout the trailer.
Then there's the fact the Neo martyred himself and Morpheus and Trinity bit the dust, but here they are again... You know it's been so long since I watched Revolutions, that I can't even remember the details. Time for rewatch?
Quibble, quibble, are you mad? Of course I'm going to see this! Some of my friends actually bought the original Nokia 8110, such was the influence of the cyberpunk movie, that is probably the nearest thing to a William Gibson movie we'll ever see, as opposed to the films actually based on his work that are about as cyberpunk as my fluffy slippers.
The Matrix Resurrections will be released in the UK on 22 December 2021.
Welcome back Wachowskis.
Picardbot is back, this time facing Q in a time travel adventure to save the Earth whose future has been altered into that of a totalitarian dystopia.
The time travel back to 21st the century reminds me strongly of The Voyage Home.
I have definitely been too harsh on Lionsgate. Though much of their output is dross, a quick at their offerings revealed:
Maybe I was too quick to judge, but The Amityville Moon still looks crap.
The bass and drum rock duo return, slowly releasing new songs.
I like the songs, I like seeing behind the scenes, but I don't like the high productuon value overproduced music videos, which are slick to the point of cloying. The videos are wasted on me.
I'd rather see footage of the band performing live in front of cameras. It is far more exciting watching Mike Kerr in front of a bank of amps and stomping pedals like crazy, and Ben Thatcher assaulting his drums.
I wonder what my extended family in Brighton think of the Brighton based band.
The 70s superior pop sensation are back with a new album, press events, and a tour. I liked their new ballad, single called I Still Have Faith In You (almost 20 M YouTube views!), more because of its nostalgia than ABBA's usual and brillient campy glam disco that I love.
I've had the insidious disco earworm Yes Sir I Can Boogie by Frank Dostal and Rolf Soja (1977) in my head since the 70s. It was sung by Maria Mendiola and Cristina Sevilla who made up the band Baccara.
Maria Mendiola recently passed away, so RIP Maria Mendiola.
According to TechCrunch, Switzerland-based encrypted mail provider ProtonMail logged the IP address of a French activist group, after an order by Swiss authorities via an Europol request by France, after ProtonMail initially fought off a direct order by France.
The Paris anti-capitalist group are against gentrification, which does not sound like a reason for the police interest, but also just shows you what a pile of crap encrypted services are, when they fold like a cheap suit to authorities.
Why is it not possible to build hands-off, non-logging recordless systems that not even the providers can access?
ProtonMail's credibility is kaput. Replies to all their recent tweets have not been kind.
And that's it, but no, it isn't because just to prove that we like in an absurdist universe were the gods laugh at us, WWW inventor and privacy advocate, Tim Berners-Lee, joined Proton as a privacy advisor.
The roughly 23 year old ISS, has suffered the latest of several malfunctions in the Russian segment. The last of which caused a smoke alarm. It's due for decommissioning in 2025, but they ways things are going, that seems long past it's use-by date.
I'll miss seeing the shiny ISS flying overhead.
As I say in the gear section of my podcast page, my recording set up is subject to frequent change, and here's a change. I've swapped from an SM58 back to an XM8500.
Why? Shure SM58 is smoother at the treble end, it is also sensitive enough to pick up preamp hiss. My Behringer XM8500 is less sensitive and so while my vocals might sound harsher, the overall audio is cleaner.
My mistake is going from a good budget option to a mid-budget option, instead of straight to professional mics.
I am planning another change, but I'm looking for something very much better sounding, not different sounding or only slightly better sounding.
As I said at the top, the on-going revisit will continue very soon. I have the next season of Tom Baker's Doctor Who stacked and ready to play on my RPi.