So, feeling something with the force tends to be a bad feeling. Maybe it’s all those stupid microscopic midichlorians clogging up arteries and veins. Maybe that “bad feeling” is a midichlorian induced stroke about to fuck you up and make you talk funny from now on. I liked Jedi’s better when they were sort of “magic” and had mysterious “powers” unlike now when those mysterious powers are literally the result of microscopic organisms shitting in a Jedi’s blood.
Fuck off, George Lucas. Han shot first and midichlorians have now been rejected as the source of a Jedi’s powers. Your revisionist tinkering has become too annoying to let you even contribute to the mythos you cut and pasted from Samurai legends, classic mythology and matinée sci fi serials. If I hear the word midichlorians spoken in the new STAR WARS movie, I will scream like someone is putting a cigarette out in my eye. And then, I will piss on the screen in whichever theater I’m in.
The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai
Across the 8th Dimension
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When 9-11 happened, I only knew 2 people who lived in New York at the time. I had helped them move there in 1994. After the attacks, a week went by before I heard from them, but they were both OK. This was the view from their balcony as they were being evacuated from their home. My friend, who was a photographer, couldn’t leave without taking this picture. That’s his note on the photo.
I lived by an airport in 2001, in fact, I lived directly under the departure runway where the planes took off, so there was a flight every 10-15 minutes so loud, it drowned out the TV or stereo or whatever device happened to be broadcasting sound; it also would interrupt conversations, it was so loud. So that week after 9-11 when flights were canceled was strangely silent. I don’t think I slept for 3 days following the attacks. My first wife and I had just split up and I had also been laid off from my job, so I was at home all the time “babysitting ” my almost 3 yr old son while she went to work. I sat there playing with my son with the 9-11 stuff being broadcast in the background, with the sound turned off and music playing (I had just released a new Spiderlegs CD and was posting promo stuff for it all over the web—but took a break from it during this time, understandably). I set up a tent in the living room and we “camped ” there. I remember finally drifting to sleep with my son already asleep on my chest holding him and realizing that things were never going to be the same.
My son is 16 now. He doesn’t remember camping in our living room that week, but since he loved it, we camped there a lot when I lived in that place, so he vaguely remembers bits and pieces of camping in the living room. But he doesn’t remember 9-11 as it happened, thankfully. He’s seen lots of stuff about it growing up, but I’m glad he doesn’t remember it as a “live” memory. That’s my insulated 9-11 tale.
Terry Gilliam must have channeled TRANSMETROPOLITAN for the outdoor city shots in his latest film, ZERO THEOREM. Looks straight out of the pencil of Darick Robertson and the City about which Spider Jerusalem.wrote.