I love Fringe, but WTF!

Like I said, Fringe is one of the best Sci-Fi shows ever made.

Throughout the years I have found myself interested in, and checking out anything that anyone in Fringe, or connected to Fringe, does.

Olivia Dunham, erm, Anna Torv's mesmerizing facial work is also outstanding in all the other shows I've watched her in (save for The Last of Us, where she slays it elsewhere, instead, as the role dictates).

Them all. J.J. Abrams, Anna Torv, Joshua Jackson, John Noble, Lance Reddick, Kirk Acevedo and more. Anyone connected to THAT has got to be worth checking out.

So, Joshua Jackson.

Admittedly, I haven't seen a lot of his work. There's only so much time one can devote to TV. Anyways, I have a bi-weekly slot for "dumb guilty pleasure"; best enjoyed with comfort nutrition, like dates on a stick and a jar of Tahini.

So When I saw this Loveboat reboot, sorta, with no less that Don Johnson (A Boy and His Dog, Miami Vice, etc.), I jumped on it and slowly undid the lid of my huge jar of Tahini..

So Joshua's the new doctor on this fucking mammoth cruise ship, of which Don Johnson is the Captain. He even demonstrates actual nautical knowledge. As a child of the sea, this is starting to check my boxes!

Like all old actors/singers/etc. you haven't seen for a couple decades, he starts off looking old-as-fuck but within a few minutes looks just like Don Johnson of yore, except with more gravitas. Check.

This is all helping with the fantasy. It rolls on into medical territory. Actual penile fracture, I kid you not. The medical emergencies come thick and fast in this show. It's like some crazy magnified microcosm of reality. Like murder in Oxford during Morse's time.

There's all sorts going on; romance with the hot nurses; sandy beaches, top-notch cameos, drama, hot guys and babes in bikinis (the guys don't wear bikinis, perhaps I should have used a comma) and all while sailing through the ocean blue at what-not knots: fast.

Perfect for the mid-week snack-and-TV break.

Then fuck-me episode six1, "I Always Cry at Weddings". I mean what?!

I was actually crying after Margo Martindale's confession. Not a small performance. I watched it a few times there and then. Josh giving her a big hug was beautiful; affectionate and at the same time, the writer's display their acute awareness of the fact that no way can anyone follow that - shut up and hug is any actor's only choice now. Great work.

Before I can recover from this I'm hit with the "great juxtaposition". So, spoiler alert, the Groom is a sex addict and instead of saying "I do", he jumps over the side. Suicide wasn't one of my boxes. Don slides us effortlessly into moving on and minutes later the nurses (one guy, one gal, with chemistry) are eating the now superfluous Wedding Cake. In walks doctor, also with previous established chemistry.

Of course, as soon as I see where this is going, I start laughing; It's all so perfect; and I can't stop laughing. As much from the audacity as the comedy.

I'm laughing pretty much all the way through that crazy bucket-list-talk-becomes-sex-threesome. Wow! This really is is the Loveboat, except turned up to 11. Just the release a viewer needs, I guess. I basically don't stop laughing until the credits roll.

Or rather, the suicide prevention notice takes over the screen, and then the credits roll.

This is why I don't do TV reviews.

;o)

Well done, Trump. Schnorkfost.

As my previous blog on the subject implies, Trump wins. This is a crazy-mega-moment for humanity.

And one that won't happen again. So use it as an opportunity for learning; growth and all that shit. Aka; make the most of it.

As the Chinese curse goes; may you live in interesting times. These; without doubt; are interesting times. Pay attention, as your grandchildren will be asking questions. Probably along the lines of, WTF were you thinking? Prepare some answers, if you can.

My guilt about bringing children into this world (three, no less! That I know of), when it surfaces, passes instantly. Times like these will require able bodies; so I try and get them as able as I know how; by whatever means. My God! You have some shit to deal with. Sorrreeee.

When I was a kid, the Earth was near pristine. You could Jet off anywhere and experience Earth the way she intended, probably. Now you are a single jet away from hurricane or flood or drought or any of the other extremes this planet has to offer. The back of my mind offers a rhyme: misery.

Heaven is a state of mind few achieve in this life. For the rest, it's the binary opposite. And if you keep it up collectively, yup; it's hell on earth.

This is what you voted for with your Trump presidency.

Schnorkfost!

This is a call to the others. Now it's time to work. Time to weave the dreams. Enter their minds as they sleep and together stitch the spell that dumbfounds all...

Now is your time sleepers. (Yes, to others who weren't called here, this reads like some kind of madness, but we know who we are... NOW is the time)

Consider yourself activated. Close your eyes and begin.

Together we can weave an inception that catapults humanity; we can use him as a powerful puppet. Are you ready? All that implicit training kicks in now. All those seminars make sense. It's not bullshit, it's the power of YOUR mind. Now, do it.

Or else just let this maniac's ways take sway, and we are all fucked.

He's so pliable, so fragile. It will be easy. Even his daydreams are wide open. What are you waiting for?

Sleep, sleepers, and take over.

Our time has come.

;o)

The infinity Torus figure-of-8 magickal secret of live music in, erm, oh fuck ...

Words cannot describe everything.

So it's like this, performing music. Some things need to be experienced. Performing in front of an audience of human beings, is like this. Everyone should try it, at least once.

There is an energy matrix, a circuit of sorts. For example, in a traditional "rock" band, the drums and bass create the back-end, it feeds round though whatever instruments you have going on, guitars, etc., and then passes through the the person at the front; usually the singer, the pivot, the focus. Imagine a figure of eight-ish, sideways, you in the middle of it.

Being that person is an amazing feeling. Try it. A solo performance is a different dynamic. Try that, too. Whichever you like best, you could do that again easy.

Especially if the energy continues on out without interruption1, enveloping the crowd and feeding back. Better yet if they love what you do; which amplifies the returning energy, and so on.

There is no direction. No start and end points, it just IS, and is more and more as you work it into a lather. It's one way to add energy to the system, which is why we humans love it so much. But never forget, moving energy into this systems robs it from another. Fuck it, like we care!

This explains why artists who should have decades ago hung up their SM58's are still out there on buses. It's highly addictive stuff, even for the audiences. If you have never watched live music, you need to fix that ASAP!

If you are a scientist; you need to develop an alter-ego of some kind, away from the science. Get him busking or joining biker gangs or free diving; whatever it takes. I'm just recommending singer-in-a-band as a great place to engage the other dimensions of the brain and thereby, get the science done.

The journey back is where your breakthrough is.

;o)

Viagra

Okay, that's a red herring. It could be anything. Viagra is just such a great example. Keep up!

So a while back I read some research that said Viagra isn't only good for erections, but has other benefits. I'm thinking those benefits PLUS awesome erections; worth a tinker.

Viagra is pretty amazing, as drugs go. By Viagra, I mean any of those drugs which will induce maximum erection with minimum stimulation. And the first weekend you play with this powerful substance, you will enjoy it immensely.

The downside; something definitely not in the accompanying leaflet; is that you have now lost an important feedback mechanism. In fact, TWO feedback mechanisms that are, sorry to say, essential.

First being nutrition and exercise. No longer do you need to eat a balanced diet filled with those goodies your body loves; nuts and seeds, fruit and veg, eggs, etc.. You don't need cardio, resistance training, none of that; you can sit about and eat Pizza all day long and still have a fully functioning penis. Great for your penis and one-night-stand lifestyle; not so good for the rest of your body, mind and spirit.

Also, any old shit now gets you horny. Basic female (or whatever your thing is) anatomy is enough. But that should not be enough.

Instead of getting healthy; in body and mind, one can accept second-best. Or worse.

Instead of seeking out the perfect partner for a true meeting of mind and body, you can just do it with anyone fitting a rough description.

But like I said, Viagra is just one example of many many many1.

Wegovy presents an even bigger solution; and therefore, a much bigger problem.

Just sayin'.

;o)

Father Ted, MOFO! Have you SEEN IT?

I get two evenings a week when it's just me and the eldest. We do "a show" before bed. Being the golden age of television there's no shortage of good stuff.

I like to mix it up. Right now we're in the TV adaptation of those Anthony Horowitz novels, Alex Rider roughly matching up, age-wise. Not bad.

As a decent-or-so parent I'm already lining up our next series. As I said I like to mix it up, and so I'm thinking pure comedy this time; something to challenge their wannabe-deep mind; then it hits me; Father Ted.

I grab the first season online. As it's coming down I click the first episode.. A half hour later I am in pain from laughing. I literally started laughing out loud about three seconds in and didn't finish laughing until the credits roll, often rewinding back to catch the bits I missed because I was laughing so much, repeat until I get it all.

What a great show. That's why I felt the need to blog here.

I've seen the first episode of Father Ted maybe a dozen times; as I've introduced him to those I love, over the years, and perhaps there is something of that in the immensity of its reach. Half of those times it was just me. Laughing.

If you dig comedy, you definitely want to check this out. And in 2024, also, "Shrinking", which has Harrison Ford doing comedy, well.

Threw that in to throw you off, in the traditional style.

Like that joke about the wolf and the concrete.

;o)

Vote Kamala.

I don't want to be standing around thinking "I wish I'd done something back then when our planet got relegated to the galactic shit-pile through the actions of one man. Yeah, right, you have your chance. It is now.

So I'm saying, VOTE KAMALA.

My endorsement means nothing to most of you voters, of course.

If you are the sort that listens to outside opinion, you have already decided to vote Kamala; as your personal politics, no matter how right wing they may be, aren't worth tearing down hundreds of years of fuck-yeah! Let's give this America thing a shot. You know there is a better way.

The Trump voters are beyond help, I fear. No amount of reason and logic can get through the hate. Fascism is powerful, and this is what Trump aspires to, hoping to take America with him. Margaret Atwood's vision doesn't seem so far-fetched now. I thought that was Sci-Fi.

Polls are telling me neck-and-neck but I can't see it. No fucking way. Not the America I know. Not those good people who gave me so much love.

I love it, the expanse of it. I love that free-wheeling spirit, that pioneer grit. I've slept in the cold COLD desert, boiled in the cities, walked home from a Hollywood premier, masturbated to Kerouac, Ginsberg and Lynch. I think I get it.

But what that mad orange fuck and his weirdo bunch of degenerates propose for the "United States" is like the worst science fiction that wouldn't ever get made.

It's like all the b-movies you've only ever seen some of; the really bad ones with pink blood and desperately old has-been-actors who need rent. Please, don't do it.

Instead, vote Kamala.

Take a look at your own Constitution, and actually read what your forefather's intended. It wasn't what that mad cunt Trump wants. He's a fucking nutter.

Take a week in the desert (you have great deserts!) and get your fucking shit together. Your very existence, every man woman and child's life, and your kids and theirs depends on it. Our existence on this planet depends on it.

Oh shit, too late. You don't have a week.

Wise up?

Again, too late.

May God shed his Grace on Thee, America.

;o)

The Spinners

Thought particles1 out there be like who? How? Looking for people like me. A simple thing. A possibility. Examples? Pfff.. Daily.

I'm doing some task, then I see a way to do it better, or "better", the next thing I know my mind spirals2. I see the tech involved, the exact people required, the advertising campaign, the logo, and so on and so on until I reach this sort of orgasmic state where I'm just bathing and bubbling in the possibilities of it all, the millions, Billions, Tens of Billions and what that buys, and then I let it go; completely. I've got no time for all that shit! Instead, Deep Breaths; it's Gone like Lamaze ...

I have this glow about me then, getting on with, well, whatever I was doing twenty seconds ago, but revved up. It lasts for ages. THAT, is enough for me.

When I read the next year that X (not the X that was once called Twitter, and actually mattered; but the whatever X that wishes it was "WhaXeva3", or however variables feel, if they feel at all.. Nope, that's just me being daft) is actually happening-ish, I get another Zap of that immaculate cocktail, and that can last months. They even accumulate. I've had periods in my life when I questioned if I really would plummet, if I stepped off the top of a skyscraper4.

I provide a simple function, a service I guess, for some universal process. I have no idea how many of us there are, but I would imagine quite a few, as LOADS of other, way more novel stuff happens all the time.

We add our spin to simpler things. I have no idea how that shit gets to us, or what happens with all those imaginings. But something definitely does.

In all of our daily lives I wonder as we, you, the human next to you, "daydream"; to somewhere; what universal function are we providing, what reality are we facilitating. Or perhaps the opposite. It's beyond imagining.

Or maybe it's all just fantasy.

;o)