Col. “Bat” Guano

Oh there are no errors. It's all intentional.

The building that houses the 5th Ave Theater in downtown Seattle hasn't re-raised their flag since Biden ordered it lowered for Jimmy Carter. That's the only flag I'm saluting I'm right now.

I used to think people were crazy for saying that both parties were equally at fault for the state of things. Maybe I’m crazy now too.

What's becoming very clear to me is that democracy was lost the moment politicians realized that they could use advertising techniques to win elections. It's all just manipulation now. They don't have to believe anything, and they don't have to follow through on anything. We're a marketocracy.

What have we learned, America? We've learned that the problem with democracy is that voters can be made to vote the way they're told by a marketing campaign. They aren't voting for what's best for the country, or even for themselves. They vote based on what advertising tells them to be afraid of.

Congratulations to Quentin Tarantino on being the 100,000th person to declare the death of cinema. We tried to reach Quentin for comment, but he was busy organizing his VHS collection.

I'm sorry, Mr. Democracy, but you've developed late-stage capitalism, and I'm afraid it's metastasized. All we can do now is keep you comfortable until the end.

I foresee myself getting way more into punk in the next four years.

I wasn’t far ahead of you. I noticed it on Letterboxd last year when I was looking for shorts.

A ★★½ review of Reservoir Dogs (1991) Honestly, I don't think the feature-length version of this is among Tarantino's best films, and this is pretty amateurish by comparison. The editing is awkward, as background noise and lighting abrupt...

I watched the original short film of Reservoir Dogs, with a cast of three. Or two and a half if only count Tarantino as half an actor.

A ★★★★★ review of The Matrix (1999) Watching this opening, I can still feel what it was like to sit in a theater seeing it for the first time, with no idea what I was in for. I don't generally like to praise marketing, but this movie wa...

I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin.

No, toxically positive person on social media, everything is not going to be okay. Not all of us are going to survive this. If you're a cis-gendered heterosexual white male christian with money, yeah, you'll probably be okay. Everybody else is in trouble.

No it won't. It really won't.

Because restricting travel is an early chapter in the fascism playbook.

It's all a big pantomime, folks. It's a puppet show they put on to keep us distracted while they loot the coffers.

Back in 1979, Jimmy Carter was trying to negotiate the release of the hostages in Iran. Reagan's people told Iran not to make a deal with him, because if they waited until Reagan won the election, they'd give them a better one, and he'd get to be a hero.

Sound familiar?

Trump didn't pull back on the inauguration because of the weather. He pulled back because the attendance wasn't as high as he wanted. If you can't fill the space, move to a smaller space so it looks crowded. He's just barely smart enough to keep his ego fed.

I remember it not making much of a splash at the time, and at this point, it's practically a lost film. The fact that it's the first writing credit for Breaking Bad's Vince Gilligan should make it a movie that's ripe for rediscovery.

This Monday, don't forget to thank Ron Howard for legitimizing JD Vance's bullshit fantasy backstory.

Don’t make heroes of the artists who make the art you love. Artists are people, and people can disappoint you. The art they created, and what it had to say that spoke to you, never will.

The remains of the SpaceX explosion falling to earth are the most attractive thing Elon Musk has had a hand in creating.

A ★★★★★ review of Blue Velvet (1986) This is the film I blame for turning me into the kind of hardcore film nerd who actually engages in film analysis and story breakdown and all that jazz that we waste our time with. And I think there's...

As part of my "rewatch my 99 favorites" project, we recently saw Blue Velvet again, which is the movie I primarily credit with turning me into a serious film nerd. I loved movies before, but Blue Velvet really held my hand and lead me down the Yellow Brick Road, to use a favorite Lynch illustration.