Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Skyline Has Lessons For Us All

Today I watched a two-and-half star science-fiction/alien flick called - mundanely enough -Skyline. For such a plain title, there was plenty 'o action to be had, as well as an education.

I won't spoil the plot, nor will I critique the film, suffice to say that the movie has several salient lessons for human kind:

1. If you are going to escape aliens, you need a Porsche.

A couple of characters in this movie tried to flee Los Angeles in a Ferrari, and they got stomped. It just goes to show that even extra-terrestrials prefer the German product.

2. Nuclear weapons are good.

We should never, ever, ever ban nukes. In fact, we should build more of them. If killer aliens ever arrive, bullets just aren't going to slow them down, are they? Get real.

3. Sci-fi movie directors use a lot of blue filters and blue lights and blue things.

Because they can.

4. Love is good.

It is humanity's one saving grace. (No, I'm not being cynical. That last one is heartfelt.)



Alias: Frank Satyr

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I Pod, therefore...

I stopped in at Dick Smith Electronics this morning to have a look at their stock of iPods. I know that I'm falling behind the curve in this department. I just haven't had the (perceived) need for one of these things, until now.

The reason behind the turning of this semi-Luddite? Travel.

Anthony Bourdain reckons that you shouldn't leave home without one. The wise and witty travelling chef says that an iPod will save you from unwanted noises in unpredictable ways and give you a soundtrack for your journey. I defer to Bourdain's knowledge because he seems to have travelled more extensively and seriously than anyone else I've seen or read about lately.

As for the 'Pods, I was mildly amused by the new basic Shuffle, which looks a bit like a squared twenty-cent piece with teeny buttons on it visible only to those possessing a Sherlock Holmes-standard magnifying glass. Plus they want $69 Aussie for it - piss off! If I paid more for that minuscule widget than a large bottle of sunscreen, I couldn't live with myself.

Looks as if it will be a Classic with a video screen for me, when I can bring myself to exchange GOOD currency for a faddy-but-useful talisman in Chinese-labour plastic.

The last piece (bite?) of Apple I stumped for was in 1997. (Cute notebook computer.) I never thought I'd buy an Apple again, because they demanded their own little tech universe and compatibility was perceived as an issue.

I was wrong.

Alias: Frank Satyr