Fake news, comrad… I mean pardner.

Oh… I once also tested a normcore look at The Grove!
Also, no one paid any attention to me.

The philosopher of choice for mediocre self-entitled pricks with delusions of grandeur everywhere.

Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!

For my Art Metal band, Caligula’s Ring.
For my Spanish-language Hip-Hop Reggaeton crew, Los Zánganos Del Rap.

Full disclosure: I’m not a fan of either genre.

Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…

The thought of Quark Stars have fascinated me ever since I first read about them, about maybe fifteen years ago, a supernova remnant that is dense enough to overcome neutron degeneracy pressure, not dense enough to become a singularity.

The Cosmic Microwave Background was emitted when the Universe was around 370,000 years old, the oldest light in the Universe but the way space expands and accelerates, the distance at which the photons we detect now were emitted and when they reach us, is all distorted and crazily stretched. If you want to visualize how light moves as slow as a snail in the grand scheme of things, look no further.

Neutrinos, as far as we know the closest a particle with mass approaches zero, to the infinitesimal point that it’s thought it doesn’t derive its’ mass from the Higgs Field. Then there’s the as-yet elusive Cosmic Neutrino Background, emitted when the Universe was less than a second old.

Back when Australia was still remote and exotic, before Crocodile Dundee even, a lot of people back in the day thought he sang:
“He just smiled and gave me a bit of my sandwich”,
which would have also made for a fantastic lyric in a very silly way.

I’d like to break that question down into a few bits:

If a planet is within the galactic plane, how much would the dust between the planet and the core block and shield it from all those photons being blasted out at all frequencies and super high energy levels, as well as articles like protons and electrons?

If a planet is above or below the galactic plane, maybe, probably, the show in the sky is much more intense… and perhaps deadly? Or does the planet have to be right in the path of the polar jets of an active nucleus to get cooked?

We’re gonna need a note from your volcanologist.

Imagine how barren and bland the inner lives of these people must be.
It works like a cautionary tale. One of them “there but for the grace of God go I” type of deals.

Taco Tuesday Tom

It became the norm when all those bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe lazy mediocre idiots enabled republicans into office by not voting in elections.

Nothing of value gets done, nothing of value can get done, when these non-voting idiots keep on allowing republican pigs to take the entire nation on a petulant, ignorant, reckless joyride.

Then when Democrats don’t have enough time in power to clean up the mess - all the while being undermined and sabotaged by republicans in a slight minority, consumed by rage at not being the dominant party - the idiots shoot everybody in the foot, including themselves, with their mediocre, myopic mantra… yOu SeE? bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe

Predictable and flat, like cartoon characters, utterly unintelligent. As much a product of the educational system as their batshit #maga next door neighbor.

Don’t forget millions upon millions of low-information, low-empathy voters and non-voters who let it happen, many who still lazily believe that corporations are our friends, that “what’s good for walmart and Exxon is good for 'Murica”, that they are still the client and not the product, and the far-reaching implications of this.

My recommendations to you are as follows:

My favorite Altman film overall probably might have to be The Long Goodbye. Check out how the camera is always moving, if even slightly; there are no static shots. Midway through the movie, the great Sterling Hayden steals the show. And keep an eye out for a very, very young Ahnold Schwarzenegger in a bit role as literal and figurative muscle for the batshit insane bad guy.

Brewster McCloud is a bonkers twisted fantasy that caught me by surprise by how much I enjoyed it, it’s about a kid who:

1. Lives in the Astrodome in secret, in a forgotten construction nook, a big one, between walls and floors.
2. Wants to be able to fly.
3. Is being encouraged by an older woman, who might actually already know how to fly.

Also, there are people being killed all over town, and it might have something to do with all this.

Altman came in throwing punches with the noisy background and chaotic dialogue wafting every which way, right from the outset, on MASH and McCabe & Mrs Miller, which is why it’s a good idea to watch his films with English subtitles turned on.

I don’t remember the cacophony being as intense in some of his other early works, like Brewster McCloud, California Split and The Long Goodbye.
But in Nashville, it’s most certainly there, front and center and in your face.

a multi-character parallel storytelling style that is only ever celebrated amongst industry snobs

I’m going to agree with caveats here, because some directors who are actual artists do it for the sake of the film and the challenge of it, as opposed to what I’ll refer to as “industry types”, who do it for the prizes. And some crazy bastards manage to pull it off. Three names come to mind - Robert Altman, Paul Thomas Anderson and Steven Soderbergh.

I’ve never seen “Crash” and never wanted to, from what I’ve read, the bland yet heavy-handed results onscreen, plus the lazy reflexive accolades, made me view the whole thing with a cynical eye, like you.

In fact, Robert Altman had a thing or two to say about those “industry types”, in his triumphant early-90s comeback film “The Player”.
Also, do yourself a favor and watch Altman’s “Short Cuts”, to see parallel storytelling at its’ best.

Also, the comparatively small and weak gravitational field of Mars has made it a most challenging target in the solar system, behind only Mercury and the Sun itself.
Of course, through trial and error, with better know-how and tech, they have gotten increasingly competent and even reliable at the task.

I also have a 16-year old, he’s quite frail right now. Just a little while ago I walked up to him lying in his favorite cushion at the moment, put my arms around him and told him just how important he is around here. He is our elder statesman.

And speaking of the world of German baroque music:

Why is it that the world never remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwustle-gerspurten-mitzweimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shönendanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?