At my lunch break yesterday, I was looking on my phone for something to watch and found the TV show “Unsealed: Conspiracy Files.” I enjoyed flipping around the various episodes on Netflix. I wanted to share three things that I learned:
- The Invasion of Iraq was to protect a Star Gate that permitted the ancients to travel the stars.
- The “Moon Landing Hoax” theory was started by a book called We Never Went to the Moon: America’s Thirty Billion Dollar Swindle by Bill Kaysing and Randy Reid. Kaysing has published some other interesting books, such as Eat Well for 99 Cent a Meal. Sounds like a fellow traveller.
- Dennis Kucinich attempted to outlaw chemtrails, but the bill mysteriously vanished. Some more skeptical folks say that the bill was written by UFO enthusiasts and Kucinich didn’t even read it. Here is the bill. This is kind of a shame. I feel that Kucinich has some common sense approaches to the problems we all face, but on top of being painted as a loony liberal, he’s now cast a UFO/chemtrail nut. The conpsiracy theorist inside me, the one speaking to me through top secret government technology from an underwater base reachable by clandestine intercontinental mag lev rail, says that Kucinich may be the victim of a conspiracy to show all anti-war politicians are easily discreditable.
Lately, I’ve been fascinated by comic book writers of the 70s. I got a book from the library which collects all these great interviews of comic book writers whining and complaining about the biz. Well, Chris Claremont and Marv Wolfman don’t seem so whiny. But Steve Gerber sure does. His work is very interesting. I love what I’ve read of his run on Man-Thing–it’s always fun to see what a good writer can do with such a static, limited premise. When I read interviews with Gerber, he always sounds a bit resentful of the commercialism of the comic business. I guess he felt a little limited and soured by it, despite producing such rich subversive material.
I was a little saddened when I first found out that he moved on from comics and wrote for animation, namely G.I. Joe. I thought this was tragic, the dude feels trapped by the commercialism of comic books then gets a job writing half hour commercials for toys. But I read an interview with him about his time writing for G.I. Joe and apparently he loved it. It sounds like the producer just wanted the toys on the TV and allowed Gerber to do anything he wanted:
I am prouder of that show than of anything else I’ve done in animation! We were given an immense amount of freedom. I was working with possibly the most intelligent producer I’ve ever dealt with. The guy’s name is Jay Baccall. His actual title is creative director at Griffen-Baccall, which is the advertising agency of which Sunbow Productions is a subsidiary of a sister company or something. Jay is just incredibly sharp; a real good sense of drama, a real good sense of character, a wonderful sense of story, and a tremendous imagination – moreso, I think, than he realizes. Jay is perhaps the only producer I have ever heard actually say to a writer, “Gee, are you sure this is weird enough?”
I was meditating last night and got the idea for this short. I shot it on a Canon T3i, edited on iMovie 6 and added music in Garageband.
Here is the description I wrote on YouTube:
Gather Ye Rosebuds, a chilling cry to cast aside our responsibilities and engage in frivolities. Or perhaps, a cry from space? Is poetry an artificial construct or is the human experience coming from somewhere else? Are we destined or do we trudge along in a statistical maze on uncertaintly? Gather Ye Rosebuds is a film which examines these questions in the guise of a monster movie. To the astute observer this is merely a web video, but the untrained eye it is a gateway into the inner recesses of doubt. Are we who we think we are? What do we truly remember about our existence. Is the sun a giver of life or the remnant technology of a collapsed universe? Questions not answers are what give each of us breath. Join the mystery.
I just came across this BBC article about Canandian scientists who claim to have been able to communicate with a man, Scott Routley, who’s been (trapped?) in a vegetative state for the past 12 years after being brain damaged from a car accident.
Apparently brain scans have revealed that Mr. Routley can understand and respond to questions. I took a brief medical ethics class in college and remember that these vegetative state cases are often politicized or overly simplified. I’ve always been in favor of putting people out of their misery, but according to the scientists’ questions Mr. Routley isn’t in pain. I think this emphasizes how individual these cases are.
I found this bit interesting:
Scott Routley’s parents say they always thought he was conscious and could communicate by lifting a thumb or moving his eyes. But this has never been accepted by medical staff.
How often to Doctor’s dismiss the anecdotes of family members in these cases?
This could be huge in terms of treating people in “vegetative states.” But if they are aware and not in physical pain, are they still not in misery? The prospect of being trapped in a paralyzed body seems pretty grim, but perhaps the human spirit can find a way to achieve relative comfort no matter the circumstance. Will we one day ask people in vegetative states if they want to die? Then there’s the question of how much money it costs to maintain someone on life support for an indefinite amount of time.
Awareness, Death, and Money–will we ever figure any of these out?
When watching a sitcom like Charles in Charge or Who’s The Boss, I often get an eerie chill down my spine. What bothers me is the houses. The clean, never changing houses. There’s something about them that says, “This is all there is to the universe. This house is all. You shall not pass.” I find those sitcom house sets revolting but not on a critical level (I’ll laugh at a good Who’s The Boss with the rest of you) but on some sort of “my existence is now questioned” level.
It’s almost as if the sitcom house is showing us what normal living looks like. How we must behave, what we must have. I don’t believe this is the intent of these programs (although they are pretty much made to sell advertising) but these artificial families and their environments threaten me. It’s almost as if I’m told to write a book and the sitcom tells me what the final chapter must entail. It’s creepy.
Strangely, I don’t get this feeling with The Brady Bunch house. Maybe because it’s so big? Maybe because The Brady Bunch had such an expansive universe (The Grand Canyon, Hawaii, the driveway where they did that play, the phone booth George Glass called from)? Maybe it’s because I felt the Brady’s had serious flaws that were obvious and comforting. Cousin Oliver’s cold sore being a prime example.
I had a fever dream of being in a space craft orbiting earth. It was made out of a rigid, fibrous plant based material. I was nervous of its ability to remain pressurized and airtight but was told that this was a prototype for a craft to Mars. Perhaps the plant technology could provide a source of oxygen. Perhaps I had a really high fever.
I am feeling better today. I always seem to get sick around the changing of the seasons. What is up with that? I have to admit it doesn’t fell all that unpleasant, almost like dipping into a hot tub of warm blood circulating through your body. Was that too gross?
Since I’ve been feeling ill, I’ve been trying to steer clear of dairy, sugar, and spicy food. I think it’s working.
The body’s a machine, I think, and every so often it gives itself a tune-up by taking the immune system for a spin. That’s my theory.
Well it looks like Earth is ending:
But it looks like we’re going to Mars (but you might need a headshot):
I have that feeling I used to have when I lived in New York and I knew the lease was about end. Living any other place just seemed like moving to another planet.
But seriously, I’m excited about Mars. If Reality TV gives us space travel, it might clear up its debt with humanity.
Photo of Mars by NASA
I just stumbled across the below article in the Christian Science Monitor that said planets with two suns, such as Luke Skywalker’s Tatooine, might have plants that absorb sunlight differently and thus be black or grey.
The photo above is of Luke Skywalker waiting for his acceptance letter from Middlebury College, from Star Wars: The College Years.
From what I can tell, these aren’t sounds as our ears might pick them up, but their different waves emitted from space that have been converted into audio waves for us humans to hear. Who knew space had so much to say?
Previously on Jeremiah’s Blog: As I search for a loveseat to adorn my sparsely furnished but very cluttered apartment, I’ve turned to the kooky offerings of Craigslist.
This loveseat looks good. I bet it’s a great nap couch. Unfortunetalythe little open skirt at the bottom makes it looks like its fly is open. Who knows what might pop out of that thing! I can’t live with that kind of stress. Or those kind of smells.
I can’t lie. This loveseat is sexy. But I’d have to go out and buy a whole bunch of new colognes to match it.
I like how the photographer waited for just the right lighting.
I don’t think this is a real photo, I think it’s a screenshot from The Wonder Years.
Back to Hell, you beast.
This one is advertised as “free.” I can’t tell if I’m looking at a couch or dirty underwear. Whatever the case, it would match my apartment perfectly.
This ad invites us all to “email for more pics.” Hopefully they would be pics of other couches. Preferably clean ones that don’t sag in the middle.
The bare spot you see highlighted in this Hitchcockian photo is because this couch is part of a sectional set. The other pieces of the set aren’t being offered. However, if your children like to color or perhaps you like to make your garage look as uninviting as possible, this might be the item for you.
The ad from which this photo was plucked advertised that a recliner, couch, and sofa were for sale. I guess he’s just teasing us by posting a photo of his handsome end table/magazine rack/pressboard sculpture. Or perhpas the photo is supposed to suggest that the furnitire leaves plenty of room for the junk in your apartment.