Shmegalamonga: September 2021

Sunday, September 26, 2021

Happy 20th anniversary, Star Trek: Enterprise.

And what a crazy 20 years those have been!

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Ghostbusters: Afterlife posters!

Finally! Where were these on the 37th anniversary!?

Musings of an aging video hound.

I had a revelation today.

Being an 80's/90's video hound trained me to be a good writer.

Before Amazon and IMDB, to be a heavy duty movie explorer and collector, you needed paper catalogs and paper guides, and I was almost internet fast at flying through those suckers.

It trained you in the organizational skills needed to keep your own giant-ass collection sorted.

All that organizing trains your mind for sorting timelines, and that helps in writing.

Plus, watching enough good movies teaches you to recognize the bad ones, and vice-versa, so you learn to decode storytelling.

Well, I use the global "you" most knuckleheads just slurp this shit up passively.

And then I get to get lumped in with the couch potatoes.

Whee, fun.

Society is such a hoot.

Anyhooo!

Fast-forward to the 2010's-present, and I've been escaping to my old 80's/90's safe space in the theaters, and on my blog, subconsciously doing the reviews to escape Margaret's big-sistering expectations to write the next Harry Potter.

Little realizing I was using all the same skills anyway.

Realizing that....I don't need to escape anymore.

And realizing that, it doesn't tear me to shreds that the theaters are dying anymore.

If I'm brutally honest with myself, the only plus to theaters was seeing the movie a year early.

Thanks to human beings, theaters kind of blow.

That I had enough asshole experiences to make a whole chapter of my little revenge based blog story really says something.

My favorite part of "Zack Snyder's Justice League" after the film itself, was not having to put up with the miserable corporate management dickhead sat in front of me at the Whedon Cut telling his son how important he was at his job, and that's why he had to leave his cellphone on during the film.

Die in a blue hot fire, you rectum mouthed bag of raccoon puke.

Yeah, I'm not gonna miss that shit.

Good riddance.

Anyway, having that whole epiphany finally gives me as much confidence in my writing as I always had in my video hound-ery.

They both come from the same wellspring.

I'll still find stuff to review from time to time, cuz it's fun, but I don't need it like an addict anymore.

I'm all right now.

I'm at peace.