I’m starting to believe that we’re entering an age where all remaining bloggers are going to be simply rebloggers of stuff from Sheri. I’d link her blog but…I can’t remember the address, and I didn’t get this from her from there anyway.
ANYwho. Feast your frenetic ears on this magnificent placiditude:
I’ve actually had this on ‘loop’ for about 2 hours. I’d had this stuck in my head and the “lyric only” video as a part of my ‘just fun’ work playlist for a few months. But then last week I deigned tap the “official video” button and I was presented with this slice of absolute unfuckingmitigated majesty:
I read Neuromancer over the last couple nights for the first time in probably a decade.
I’m really surprised at how much more I get out of it with each read.
Gibson was, at the time at least (I sorta lost interest in his stuff about half way through Mona Lisa Overdrive) not a spectacular character builder. You had a vague notion of what his characters were like, but he fell in to a lot of violations of “show don’t tell.” (see: Corto/Armitrage)
But what really struck me on this read through is how much open-ended description is in every paragraph. He doesn’t draw you a picture, he just puts some very brightly colored blots and lines on the canvas and has you fill in the rest which, if you took the time to do it, would make Neuromancer the slowest read in the galaxy, despite it’s size.
So I tend to just blast through it and rely that I’ll get something different this time than I got last time; and I’m never let down.
The only thing that really bugs me is…
Why name it Neuromancer? Neuromancer himself is in what…one scene, maybe a brief follow up? Wintermute is the more interesting figure by any estimation (certainly with regards to page time. Neuromancer is the deeper, more easily anthropomorphized entity.)
But “Neuro – Romancer” does read better than “Wintermute” I suppose.
What next I wonder. It’s time to seriously pick up my reading schedule. I wanted to get 50 in this year and I’m at about 12. So I’m going to need to pick some books out of the “light” pile and…maybe less Seneca and Herodotus.
“Hmm… I bought all these mushrooms and they’re starting to get a little droopy. I should probably cook them.”
Throws 4 packages of mushrooms, previously intended for some beef sauce, into a pan with a bunch of butter, garlic and chardonay before heading to the cabinet to find some little containers to put them in to keep them in the fridge.
“Well, shit. I’ve used them all. Welp, clearly nothing left to do here but eat all this chili to free up a container or *urp* two.”
So, I’ve been largely without a television for a couple decades. Finally, because of the new place, largely new life, and new (a couple month ago) season of Game of Thrones, I got a television (sans cable because seriously, fuck ALL those guys.)
THIS, of course means there are whole worlds of brain rotting crap open to me (even without actually having cable. Because seriously, fuck those guys, all of them.)
Combine that with years on imgur.com (which is awesome but they banned me from commenting, probably because I called some faggot a faggot. Seriously. All of those guys? fuck them) and I’ve had a metric fuckton of exposure to….this:
People have been assuring me for literally years that Archer is the actual shit.
So, back in… April I think, I started watching it on Amazon Prime (which is awesome by the way, so…yeah.) I watched seasons 1 through 5 a few times, then suddenly Prime stopped carrying seasons and told me I could pay (like…money) to watch them on Hulu, which was completely unfair since I was half way through a run through when they cut it off (seriously, fuck all those guys.)
Undeterred I found…sources for them, but they sucked, so I went to Amazon and found seasons 1-6 for about $10 each on dvd. So…in they came, and I happily watched all 6 seasons (having never seen 6 and wanting to be sure I really didn’t miss anything in the middle that might break my transition between 5 and 6.
Archer might literally be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen (and I watched Soap when it was on TV. Shut up, I’m old. Seriously, fuck all you guys.)
So here I present as evidence, two snippets (I think they’re from seasons 3 and 4 respectively, but it all kinda bleeds together after a couple hundred hours of reruns.
First is a 3 minute bit that contains my favorite line in all 6 seasons (delivered by Pam at about 2:47.)
The second is by my estimation, the single funniest whole SCENE in the show, after which Archer discovers he’s been using fake chemotherapy drugs and decides to go do something about it by going on a…
I don’t know how much context you have to have to get the same pleasure out of it that I do. But if you can’t appreciate this as absolute genius….