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February 9, 2021
The ‘Retro-Seventies, Full-Contact Exorcisms’ THE SEVENTH DAY trailer.
Like GeekTyrant, I am down for this.
Insidious demon armies and in-your-face exorcisms: THE SEVENTH DAY knows what I like. No idea when it’s coming out, mind you. If that even really means anything, anymore. It’s still looking pretty danged cool.
02/09/21 Snippet, [Title TBD]
Post-apocalyptic living! With restaurants!
Patreon!In front of them was what was becoming an impressive enough bustle. The parking lots surrounding the college had long since been stripped of whatever cars that hadn’t been melted down to the asphalt or imploded into heavy metal balls in the first days of the return of magic; now the spaces were hosting something that was halfway between a collection of tents and shelters and actual streets of shops. There were more people around then there had been, too; most still dressed in garments from the Before Times, but the salvage was starting to run out and work was a lot harder on your clothes.
But everybody was clean and nobody was obviously starving, which was something Janet took some personal pride in. Meetings or not, the Emergency Council was doing the job. There were a lot of places where people hadn’t, starting with uptown Portland itself. But Janet didn’t like to think about that. It was too easy to end up thinking about all the horrors implied in the phrase ‘the end of the world.’
Her thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth. “Hey! Janet! Lunch?”
Janet blinked. “Sure. Try the new BBQ place?” Venison had been the first red meat to go off the emergency ration list, and still the most common.
02/09/21 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Meetings!
Patreon!So, since we were trying to look like the reasonable ones, I agreed to the meeting. Didn’t agree to go on the ship, though. I honestly didn’t trust them not to get cute if we met on what was sort-of, kind-of Terran soil. Instead, we met in a little prefab office space, overlooking the field — and within easy range of the Redacted’s guns. Wasn’t that so much better?
It was me, Rubicon, and somebody who introduced herself as ‘the Anticipant Named Tyler.’ I swear to God: Terrans get weird, this far out from Earth. Like Rubicon himself, she looked, you know, Terran: beige skin, brownish hair (kept in a zero-gee snood), brown eyes, with nothing particularly distinctive. The melting pot got real busy after the Consolidation Wars, almost to the point where the pot itself melted. Anyway: Tyler or the Anticipant or whoever must have mostly been there to protect Rubicon’s virtue, or something, because she didn’t say much. Just kept staring at me as Rubicon talked.
“I think we ended our last meeting in a poor place,” he said, with considerably less sheer cultural chauvinism this time. “There was an unfortunate amount of drama in the room; and if I am being honest with myself, quite a lot of it came from me.” That last bit was accompanied by the tight smile of a man who felt forced to make a painful admission, wasn’t enjoying it, but also trying not to take it out on anybody else. He was presenting himself well, in fact. If I wasn’t currently waiting to find out whether Fenbian had survived the Redacted’s visit, I would have been impressed, generally. As it was, I was wondering if what I was admiring was Rubicon’s ability to act.
The ROMEO AND JULIET Honest Trailer. (A duplicative sonnet)
Ahem.
One must concede this Screen Junkies conceit
Of using speech made famous by the Bard
For Honest Trailers was no minor feat:
To write iambic is most subtly hard.
We say the English speech glides down its path
Made smooth and deep by countless poets’ tread
But oft are lines suborned by rhythm’s math.
While finding rhymes becomes a thing we dread.
I wonder if they found their words increased
In speed and skill as they approached the end
That seems the common rule, to me at least:
Although some lines prove hard to comprehend.
My verse is done, in mirror of their choice:
Go do the same, and use your Epic Voice.
Oh, hey. A Kickstarter for a new edition of a LotR RPG.
:while clicking to sign up for launch notification: THE ONE RING: ROLEPLAYING GAME, Second Edition. Yay.
:grumbling: There was nothing wrong with the MERP/Rolemaster stuff sure it’s thirty years… [expletive deleted] me, try forty, Moe …old but that just makes it venerable why can’t we have a commemorative edition grumble grumble whine grumble.
H/T: @TychoBrahe.
February 8, 2021
Keanu Reeves in talks for JOHN WICK WITH A SPEAR… err, KRAVEN.
Let’s face it: that’s what this would be: “Sony Pictures has reportedly offered Keanu Reeves the role of Spider-Man villain Kraven the Hunter in a solo film project that is currently in development. If this is true, we still don’t know if Reeves is going to accept the offer.” Come, I will conceal nothing from you: all I know about Kraven the Hunter is from Squirrel Girl. I don’t know just where this falls on the Abomination Scale, or even if it falls on it at all.
Still. John Wick with a spear. That could be cool.
02/08/21 Snippet, [Title to be Determined].
Hard to excerpt, which I like.
Patreon!“I bet the Freaks don’t have meetings,” Elizabeth said sourly as the Council’s broke up. “They probably just chant a few mystic runes, and then gut somebody over whatever ‘sin of the Before Times’ has their asses chapped that day. What?” she said to the other Councilors. “Like I’m saying something you’re not thinking!”
“Human sacrifice is not funny, Professor Collins.” said the current rotating chairwoman. Her name was Brittanie Newstar, and unfortunately she lived up to the stereotype: to wit, in her fifties, aggressively neutral in her style and demeanor, and utterly lacking any sense of whimsy. “The FEMC is an abomination in the eyes of Allah.”
Janet glared at Elizabeth. Don’t get her wound up, you ass! Brittanie was a lot more sensible than most of the former faculty at PCC, but she had an entire beehive in her bonnet about how much nicer the Freaks would look if they were all on fire. Janet didn’t exactly disagree, but… There’s all those slaves in the way. Plus the Devilwood giving the FEMC backup — or were the Freaks the ‘Wood’s slaves? Nobody at the PECZ was sure.
02/08/21 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
More done than it appears: I had to go back and add stuff.
Patreon!I decided to contribute, albeit generically. “Weird. What about the signal itself? Is it regular?” Which could mean anything, but nailing that down would eliminate a whole other bunch of anything — but Syah was shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t call it regular, but I wouldn’t call it meaningless, either. Like there’s an underlying order to the randomness — yeah, I know how that sounds. Don’t worry, I haven’t been skipping my weekly psych sessions, just because I’m here.”
“Good,” I said, and rolled my eyes at how my tone sounded. “Sorry: that was just me putting on my official hat for a second. I know the sessions and the exercises are boring, but we all have to do them. If we don’t, we get flabby in the head.” And then the murders begin, I thought. Although it’s not really true that a planetary site that neglects its collective mental health is going to end up harboring a bunch of ritual killers. Well, it’s an exaggeration. A bit of an exaggeration.
My mini-review of MALCOLM AND MARIE.
Short version: …welp, there’s my non-genre movie of the year checked off. It was good!
I wasn’t gonna check out MALCOLM AND MARIE, and then this happened:
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) February 8, 2021
:stroking beard: Hating… Film Twitter, you say? By all means, go into further detail.
It’s not really about loathing Film Twitter, mind you — although I perfectly understand why so many people of that ilk HATED this movie. The same things that had me rolling on the floor with laughter are precisely the things that would have them rolling on the floor in pain. But it’s not an emotionally light film. There’s a lot of pain being used as a weapon in it. Excellent performances and a very focused narrative: I don’t know if I recommend it, but I did enjoy watching it.
