persona non sequitur

a review of media by a slightly jaded baby boomer.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Show the film PLAN NINE FROM OUT SPACE to people. Afterwards, the discussion of what is was/is can be gotten from the observers of the film, who will not be in total agreement about what was just seen.

Some will consider it trash.

Others might be amused by it.

Some will cringe from it.

Someone who likes it was probably stoned, drunk or 5 years old.

Each person will consider their viewpoint the correct one. The observer carried within his/her self their own dictates, experiences, concerns and expectations. Thusly, they will not be having the same kind of viewing experience that others in the room will have.

In this fashion, demonstrations of how art can teach us how science works.

Class dismissed.

Sunday, September 20, 2009


If you have dogs, never ever feed them asparagus.

What happens to humans, happens to dogs, only worse.

We have also learned, in regards to the dogs, that we should always put the chairs up against the table. I came out one morning before work and found Elvera lying on the table. Asked her to leave and she just looked at me. Like I was some kind of bug. I had to bribe her with a biscuit to get her down.


If you live in a rural area, and you are dribving at night, why should you slow down and let people pass you?

So they get to hit the deer first.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009


It is after worldcon, and as per usual, I haven't put much of the material I obtained away. Most of the zines are stuck in plastic bags, and the few books I bought are sitting in a pile near the computer. However, I did unpack the bag with the clothes much sooner than expected (usually it takes a couple of months) because I kept tripping over the bag.

Anyway, one of the free things I walked away with was an issue of WEIRD TALES. April 2008. It offends some of my sensibilities, since it has "The 85 Weirdest Storytellers", and it lists people like Andy Warhol...John Waters...Andy Kaufman...Kurt Vonnegut...William S. Burroughs...

Andy Warhol was a con artist of the supreme type. He wasn't a story teller.He created issues where people created stories about him, such as pointing a film camera at the Empire State Building for eight hours and releasing it, unedited to a theater and drawing attention to himself. Ditto the film called "Sleep". This is not high drama, art or substance. Kitsch.

John Waters doesn't belong here. He crafted movie stories around disgust.

Andy Kaufman was a performance artist.

Vonnegut rates so low as a science fiction writer that when he died, no one wrote tributes to him in LOCUS Magazine. The editor did that, and he was the only one.

William S. Burroughs is well known for writing books no one was ever able to finish. Of the members of the Beat Generation, he was the only one who remained ambulatory the longest.

Seems to be a lot of lame art in the magazine, and a circle of people who know one another and publish one another and scratch each others backs.



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