Tuesday, June 12, 2012
It appears that the Cops have a lot on their hands lately, most of it rather more gruesome than the usual car chase or drunk Saturday night reveler. Opening a harmless looking piece of mail can suddenly be quite life-changing for some. While for us ordinary folk, taking a short detour through any inner-city at night could be seen as an extreme sport, which only those with a strong stomach, and a penchant for life-threatening situations can endure.
Reading all these stories of Cannibals, Vampires, and Zombies, it occurred to me that there was something strangely familiar about the latest news reports.
I recall a bizarre short-lived MTV program called Death Valley (2011), which Wikipedia summarizes as:
An American horror black mockumentary...A year prior to the opening of the series, vampires, werewolves, and zombies mysteriously descended upon the streets of San Fernando Valley. The newly formed Undead Task Force (UTF), a division of the LAPD, is created to combat the emergence of monsters. A camera crew is embedded within the task force to document the zombie, vampire, and werewolf encounters. The series has been cancelled by MTV.
Was this an attempt by 'the powers that be' at predictive programming and desensitizing a younger audience to accept their 'New World'? Below is the trailer which pretty much answers the question, it's quite gruesome as tongue-in-cheek horror goes, so be warned!
"It's getting weirder," she said, or as Lord Byron so eloquently put it...stranger than fiction.....
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Allow the wonderfully intriguing Martian Chronicles to illustrate the point...
|Transit of Venus 5th June 2012|
|Partial Lunar Eclipse 4th June 2012|
The Golden Apples of the Sun is an anthology of 22 short stories by science fiction author Ray Bradbury, first published in 1953. The title was drawn from the last line of the final stanza of W.B. Yeates poem, "The Song of Wandering Aengus" (1899):
|“||Though I am old with wandering|
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
— W.B. Yeates, The Wind Among the Reeds
|Artist Impression NASA's 100 Years Mission to Colonize Mars|