persona non sequitur

a review of media by a slightly jaded baby boomer.

Sunday, August 24, 2008


Most folks know the paradox proposed by Zeno, who thought his thoughts while crossing a bridge.

I have simular thoughts. When the sink is full, wash only half the dishes.

A day later, wash half the dishes. And then, later, wash half the dishes.

Zeno's view, coss half the bridge, note it, cross half the effect, you could never reach the other side of the bridge.

And then again, you will never run out of dishes to wash either.


Thank you all for your card and letter.

People have written and asked questions. One was "How did the goat get out of its pen?" I asked, but it wasn't telling. Goats like to scratch themselves by rubbing up against the fencing wire and it probably found a weak spot on the fencing, and made use of it.

I was warned not to watch a certain dog movie and SHAKES THE CLOWN. Sorry, I already watched SHAKES, and it is bad. I now possess bragging rights. But I expected more from Bobcat Goldthwait, because he was right on in his slightly demented portrait of one of the Egg Twins in ONE CRAZY SUMMER. I guess this might be a first--the pair of twins was fraternal, and both of them acted like they were born a shade too prematurely, both affecting bad speech patterns. And of course, BobCat Goldthwait becomes one of the few western actors to don a Godzilla suit and have him do stand up comedy. And yes, there are a few CD's of BG's stand up available. MEAT BOB is the title of one. One other is called "I DON'T MEAN TO INSULT YOU, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE BOBCAT GOLDTHWAIT" Arrrrh!

someone with the e mail of said that the global warming issue cannot be solved from using little kids. And they can't vote. I'm not sure, but there a large number of adults out there would would do anything--sometimes involving irrational and insane behavior--to stop a kid from a jog of endless shrieking. (Aside--this is one reason I didn't like Dakota Fanning's role in WAR OF THE WORLDS. Tom Cruise requested special earplugs.)

FLY ME TO THE MOON, took in so little money it was not even in the top ten for its opening weekend gross.

Someone wrote me to inquire: have you updated your blog?" I guess...

Another was..."why are you up so early..." For the overtime at my job.

And "are you going to post more quotes from WEREWOLF VERSUS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN?"

Maybe. Are you going to pay me overtime rates?

Sunday, August 17, 2008


I saw a trailer for BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA.

Someone had to think of this concept. Someone had to greenlight it. Someone had to write a treatment. Someone had to write a script. Someone had to go over the script. Someone had to be named director. Someone had to audition actors. Someone had to audition dogs. Someone had to film it. Someone had to splice the film together...

...I watched the trailer. I got the horrors.

I really hate 'concept' films. One of the hardest to watch films is SHAKES THE CLOWN, where nearly everyone is a clown. The police are clowns, the lawyers are clowns, the children are clowns. The idea drowns in its own futility.

Another semi inspired film is BE KIND, PLEASE REWIND. It is a "suppose" film. It supposes that someone is going to sabotage a power company and hooks into a high voltage line, blows off sparks for two minutes and becomes magnetised and stumbles into a fading video store and erases all the videos and then "supposes" that the two individuals involved will "remake" all of the films so the store's owner wouldn't know what happens. And then it supposes that people will like these "remakes" and drive in from other states to check them out. I've only outlined a fraction of the inanity, and I don't want to think too much about it.

Why is this stuff even given funding?

Saturday, August 16, 2008

My Pet Goat

Wednesday 13 August 2008

And last night I got up at 1:30 AM so I could go in early. Overtime on the second shift means being awake at 1:30, washing one's scalp, cleaning up, a few cups of coffee, some food, prepare lunch...

Scampy pup indicated there was a problem beyond the door and in the garage. . I opened the door, carefully, fully expecting another rabid raccoon.

There was a goat sitting on the steps. Hind quarters down. Sitting. It blinked at me. It stood up and released some berries.

I'm standing there in my underwear. Half awake. I blink. The dogs are trying to get at the goat, and I have to push them aside and close the door. I gulped a cold cup of coffee, and got dressed and went out to chase a goat.

There was no moon.

Goats have this odd attraction to people, They will go forward to you, but if you approach and get near, they back off, just enough to be out of reach. This is an annoying dance. The goat led me on a dark chase. I could not see. When I went back to the lit garage, it would follow me.

Five minutes of futility. I found no flashlight. I got my iPod so I could have a light. Five minutes later, the goat was in the garage and I blocked off the door. I caught it with a fish net. Five minutes later I put it into the paddock.

I misplaced my iPod (I found it later.) and have wished I could have another things to do with my mornings, chasing an onry goat through pitch black surroundings, illuminated by five second intervals of light from an iPod.

I thought about goat stew the whole day I was at work.

Sunday, August 10, 2008



Someone asked if I had ever met anyone who was famous. I tend to keep mum on this because I have rubbed elbows with a number of people.

Take Alva Rogers. I met him at a Lunacon, he was Artist Guest of Honor, I wish I'd known a little bit more of his background when I met him. But instead of talking about his room mate Jack Parsons--the man who helped start the US Space Program, or his meetings with Robert A. Heinlein, I asked about his other room mate, some guy named L. Ron Hubbard.

Is it true, I asked, the he said 'if you want to make a million dollars, start your own religion'.

The answer was "He said it more than once. He said it frequently."


FLY ME TO THE MOON was not released this week. It was supposed to be the "first" 3D animated cartoon. I so wanted to read the reviews, condemming it for inanity, and pursuing my idea for a short movie titled SWAT ME TO PIECES ON THE KITCHEN TABLE.

Maybe later.


Whenever a hole pops a crack in the floor of the Post Office they handle it with care and consideration. It is covered with duct tape.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

I went and saw the recent 3 D Film JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH, with Brendon Fraser.

The film looks like it was slapped together in a hurry. The script is lame, the plot just shoves people from one point to another. The effects were impressive, and it shows a lot of promise for films to come.

HOWever...the 3D trailers for a few forthcoming films show bombs to come. One forthcoming animated film is called FLY ME TO THE MOON. It is about three houseflies who hide away on the Apollo spacecraft and save the astronauts. They even have their own spacesuits. They look like Alvin and the Chipmunks, only with wings. It has singing maggots.

If I want to punish my son, I would make him watch this.

We know what flies eat, and this is certainly a feast for flies.

It gets "released" on Friday.