Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom Is Secretly A Children’s Book

I want to try something with you. A sort of meditation, if you’re willing to indulge me. I want you to breath deep. Loosen your shoulders. Calm your mind. Exhale. And pretend, for just a moment, that you’ve never heard of Jurassic Park.

Have you done it? Is your head clear? Has the franchise as a whole been erased from your brain? Ok, good.

We’re calm, cool, and collected, and we’re pretending Jurassic Park/World doesn’t exist in our reality. Now, I’m going to try to sell you an action film, and you have to pretend it’s for adults and their families. NOT exclusively written for elementary school children.

That’s right. Be calm. Like Dr. Grant before the talking dinosaur. Not after. Continue reading

Three Amazing Movies Hidden In Pacific Rim 2

Google Images / Pacific Rim Wiki

Pacific Rim 2 is a bad movie. There’s a hollow love triangle between Eastwood, Boyega, and a talking mop stand, which is only really addressed during a lengthy ice cream eating scene. There’s also a brief waft of tension as the teenage genius tries to integrate with a squad of adult Jaeger cadets, which feels pretty high-school. But otherwise the writing, dialogue, and story are all matchsticks holding up the giant robot action figures and Godzilla monsters, who revel more in property damage than actual fisticuffs.

In the opening narration Boyega, playing a character who lives off the scrapheap slums of dead Jaegers, tells us that the smaller Pacific nations have suffered complete financial collapse–unable to survive the crippling debt caused by excessive damage from prior battles. Then in the first fight scene we see Gypsy Danger *ahem* Gypsy Avenger, piloted by Boyega, using a tractor whip to pull skyscrapers over. Which proves to be about as dangerous to the enemy as a falling stack of popcorn buckets. It seems our protagonist forgot about infrastructure pretty quickly…But I digress.

No, the real gold to be mined from this movie happens in the background, creeping behind the action like a plot-tease. Quietly. Subtly. Sometimes in a single throw-away line of dialogue. And those are the little glimpses into the lore that we’ll be focusing on. Those tiny glimmers of actual story–those are the hidden movies we’ll be discussing, and how three little details would have made better movies than what became Pacific Rim 2. Continue reading

The Roast Of My Roomate

I’m petty. Inexplicably, incurably, impossibly petty. And I have a website. Which is why I’m using this public platform to roast my roommate who cracked a handful of short, harmless “You so trashy!” jokes in my direction. Because you know what they say; “Sticks and stones may break my bones but I will push the nuclear button with zero regard to measured responses.”

In case you’re wondering, I’m also delivering these in-person. Without warning. Surrounded by friends. Under the rouse of having a dude’s game night. Accompanied by the music provided.

Play on loop for full effect.

You’re so trashy, you were awarded a trophy for waste management when you moved from the fridge to the chair.

“Wasting Disease” wasn’t invented to describe tuberculosis. It was invented after your trash-ass walked past a hospital.

You know why Oscar the Grouch was let out of the trash can after all these years? The writers of Sesame Street saw you and felt bad–not for you, but because they had wronged an inanimate puppet.

If you look up “Garbage Receptacle” online, you know what you’ll find? A silver Mitsubishi Eclipse with a kill-count decal on the side.

If you try to sign up as an organ donor they will, unfortunately, be forced to reject you. You can’t recycle pure garbage.

A man came to Confucius and asked the wise sage; “Why has my life become garbage?” To which the sage asked; “Do you work at (redacted)?

To join a monastery one must give up all Earthly possessions and achieve nothingness. If Zach joins a monastery they must give him everything…to catch him up to nothing.

God disproportionately punishes trailer trash. That’s why when Zach’s on the phone all you hear is *whoooosh*.

Rednecks kick discarded cans down the road to kill time. Because that’s what you do with trash. You kick it while it’s down. *meaningful glare*

Do you know why Zach doesn’t swim in the ocean? Because Trash Island in the Pacific doesn’t get WiFi.

You know what happens when peasants live in trash too long? They get fleas… *meaningful glare*

For weeks an Indonesian orphan child could be seen riding around on Zach. When asked why by a translator, he said the Trash Mountain he lived on in Jakarta simply couldn’t compare.

What will it be classified when Zach is lovingly buried in the local cemetery? Landfill.

For decades local trash collectors have been doing their job with quiet dignity. One week after Zach moved in they quit– citing unsanitary work conditions that begin, and end, at our driveway.

The reason I confine the Roomba to my room? I don’t want to be charged with manslaughter when it does its job in the living room.

The Big Sexy Scratchbuild Kitbash Double Feature (Weapon Master & Ice Golems)

Today we’re getting back to the roots of this blog. Dungeons and Dragons. Specifically the gluey, messy, break-the-bank and bash-the-kit kind of Dungeons and Dragons. First up: The Ice Golem Army. This requires acrylic fish rocks, superglue, lightweight insulation foam, and some acrylic paint. Continue reading

The Fast And The Furious Franchise Is About A Car God’s Ascension

For years I’ve been using a mashup image of car spoilers to indicate when an article itself contains plot spoilers. Haha. Very humorous. Wordplay is fun. But for this post I mean it. Really.

This post contains plot spoilers!

Both types of spoilers will be present in this article. So if you don’t like having an entire franchise spoiled for you, or if the notion of Road-Bros getting totally sick traction on the concrete upsets you, turn back now.

Or just, you know, leave anyway so you can live a meaningful life without dumb fan theories wasting your time…

No? Okay. Let’s do this thing!

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