Wednesday 25 April 2012

Superhero Superficial

With apologies to the long forgotten Voodoo Queens, who sang...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcfJUiTf7eM

Supermodel Superficial!!!

I'm a bit fed up with the endless superhero films. I'm as "meh" as any cliche spouting lazy writer can be when it comes to Superman, Spiderman, the apparently Steedless Avengers, or any other leotard wearing platitude spouting fool.

"Prepare to Face Justice!!!" - oh fuck off.

Superheroes are fantasy figures originally designed to appeal to feeble men who were always getting pasted by jocks and couldn't get a girl even if she looked like Eric Stoltz in Mask, and in parallel to appeal to an America insecure in the face of Nazis and Communism. They are alternate egos, a feeble boy with a black eye imagining himself to be chiselled from granite "sock pow kerblamming it" to his foes. The opressor becomes the opressed. And he gets to give the  - to give them credit - usually quite sparky wench a big kiss at the end, his brain too young to understand the concept of hot, filthy penetrative intercourse.

I hate them. I wish I was a big strong beyond-super entity, capable of giving Superman and his Kryptonite knickers a good kicking, before stealig Lois to a dirty planet hideaway.

Spot. The. Hypocrite.

Friday 20 April 2012

STORY - Flavour Drizzle

I was at the library today, working on my CVs, burning linux ISO discs and ever reading, ever learning. The library is in a small park much favoured by the street drinkers in summer months; they were clustered around a statue, practicing their arguing for later in the day. And then the rain streaked the window before turning to hail, and I decided to write about rain.

As ever this is written quickly, and unedited. The fingers fly across the keyboard and you see the results.

Copyright Bloody Mulberry 20.04.12


Saturday 14 April 2012

STORY - Taken All Back

So this is another rapid fire story, a story written on a day that I thought was good but hadn't seen enough done. A day where I wondered about the world a bit. And so in the end, 30 minutes ago, I wrote this.

Copyright Bloody Mulberry 14.04.2012


Thursday 12 April 2012

Firefly versus Farscape

Someone I know is being indoctrinated into Firefly.

THis is a good thing. Firefly was a great show, gritty, low tech - which I love - well written and well acted by the usual Joss Whedon suspects. It is superior to the Serenity movie, which despite the addition of Chiwetel Ejiofor looks far too shiny. Far too shiny indeed.

Nonetheless it's a superior piece of Cult TV, and I really wish I hadn't given the DVDs back to the guy I borrowed them from.

However when I tried the same trick myself, on the same person, with Farscape, with the fun and jolly "Crackers Don't Matter" the response was all a bit "meh". I loved Farscape the moment I saw it, was gutted when it was cancelled despite the fact that after Series 2 it lost its way a little and turned too much into the Ben Browder show on occasion.

"A bit meh" - I was hurt and offended I can tell you. Wonderful characters, genuinely inhuman creatures - not just people with wrinkles stuck on their noses (Guilty as charged, Star Trek TNG) - Scorpius, the greatest camp villain since Servalan from Blakes 7, and settings just not found elsewhere.

I don't understand how any geek or nerd could not like Farscape!

Friday 6 April 2012

STORY - New Man New Woman

Someone tweeted "Where are all the real men nowadays?"

This made me think a little. What was a real man, for a start? The same as a "New Man"? Or an "Old Man".

What about women? Is humanity sleepwalking into fatal passivity. I don't know. And I'm not qualified to speak. But I thought I'd write about it anyway.

Copyright Bloody Mulberry 06.04.2012


Thursday 5 April 2012

STORY - Sex Food Death

I wrote this inspired obliquely by a dear friend's misfortune, and just wanting to write. The library makes me want to write, there are odd people, and wonderful books.

So here it is, Copyright Bloody Mulberry 05.04.12


Wednesday 4 April 2012

I await the cats pleasure

So I have written the script, as it were, for the cat starring film project, but the cat is a tempramental actress and heavy per diems of Kit Kat treats will be required to get her working, and hopefully staying in the same place.

Is there wisdom in trying to make a film with a cat? No. But she doesn't require much in the way of pay, and doesn't quibble over image or online rights.