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There was a brunette stewardess with an eyepatch; a vest hanging on the wall moved, indicating the presence of a ghost, whose solid but invisible body the boy and I proceeded to hit with poles, but weren’t sure what effect it was having. Oh, and I had a bunch of floppy diskettes I packed into the only available box, folding some of them in a way that at least the 3½-inchers couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t be. It was his birthday, and Rush were guests, Geddy Lee offering a wall display of their cables and adapters for his friends to pair with their electronic equipment, then finishing with a set where Neil Peart (RIP) set up his kit outside the screen door, he and Alex Lifeson (whose name I got right, but they insisted was “Eric”) used exotic pedals and keyboards instead of directly handling their guitars. To my bewilderment, our young player added “Thunderstruck” to the jam, which the group surprisingly incorporated deftly, equipment levels flickered, and I scrambled for my phone to capture the moment.
But maybe it took being wowed by a Constant-caliber bottle episode of The Last of Us to trigger truly once-in-decades appearances by Elaine Benes and Clara Oswald in our best ages, the former way out of my league though she deigned to lead me as she stomped through the huddled masses of the university halls; I stopped for a quick greeting as we cross paths with the latter, then later received a call from her jealously (!) asking me if that was “Lucille from the restaurant.”

…Of course that’s followed up by one where I’m still in a school somewhere, accompanied instead by two cases of Mountain Dew Pitch Black, a few 20-oz. bottles of a brighter flavor, maybe Maui Burst, some loose cans and unable to move the lot at once, I opted to leave the boxes on the floor and come back for them, my arms full, as I slowly made my way down a wide stairwell. This is why I don’t deserve control of my subconscious, it’s full of insecurity and greed. Seems only a complete clearing of all my fucking hangups makes my dreams come true.

I had to see for myself, and it’s not as bad as the “haters” made it out, but fuck it’s disappointing there weren’t better ideas to develop. Like the Scooby gang all grown up and working in the same boring office. Or fighting off a zombie apocalypse (which I think has been done in comics). Certainly a next generation of them, so the diversity wouldn’t seem so forced again. The New Adventures of Mighty Mouse had “ethnically-mixed friends” 35 years ago!
Holy coincidences, Bat-Bat, lucky as I was with a seed because I of course forgot about my DVD, only to be floored by the reunion episode with the Mighty Heroes!

In the furor over the 1899 cancellation a Reddit poster suggested a much cheaper and renewed Epix series From, which I binged in but a day or two and might have something more to say about (I honestly don’t, other than to hope this incarnation of Lost delivers at least one “[The] Constant”—what’s with these four-letter titles; Evil, too), for an opportune upload on Nyaa led me back to Netflix and overlooked drama 방법 from a few years ago. Brilliant villianess and some nice ideas like the gathering of shamans from around the world like Street Fighter, one of them being a manga artist like Lovecraft’s Pickman, though the best part was undoubtedly the craziest zombie chase scene, ever, in the follow-up film. If only Inspector Koo‘s 12 episodes could’ve received such treatment! …The thought got me started on a rewatch, and with that in mind, there certainly is enough material seeded for a similar short sequel, one that pits the team against a challenging enough one-off opponent but in the process, of course, must solve the mystery behind her husband’s suicide, which K was right, involved 산타씨, but maybe not as she described. “Santa’s Secret” could be the subtitle.

2023 brought with it news that the new series from the husband-and-wife team who brought us Dark wouldn’t be renewed (which corporate cost-cutting has ironically made a considerable concern despite all the competition for content), and while the first season hadn’t convinced everyone that it would be something just as special, I did enjoy my late-night viewings on the old couch, overcoming my hesitation about the period setting, appreciating the confluence of languages where before there was only Deutsch, and certainly relishing the dream-like transitions between realities through the crawlspaces.As exquisitely as they crafted the imagery, this was a quality production, the way I like my WTF, because the creators got a chance with their vision and ambition. Shame, I was relieved more than anything those two threw us for a loop on their maiden voyage and I was expecting no less than another from them, especially after pulling the ending straight out of the shitty US remake of Life on Mars… Wait a minute, Ashes to Ashes ended with “Heroes”, and so did Regular Show?