For we are going on about Arthur C. Clarke again, and my favourite band, by way of dystopian avant-garde British sci-fi -
Here an aside. You can understand why Ol' Art might peg that middle initial into his name at the beginning of his career, when he's not that well known. Why bother after, oh, say, 1970? To my certain knowledge there are no other Arthur Clarke's in the pantheon of sci-fi that he could be confused with. You might ask the same question about Theophilus P. Wildebeest and Yngwe J. Malmsteen -
- but our tangent has got excessively tangential. I shall now kick Art into consciousness so he can earn his plate of coal -
Yngwe Theo
Okay, ACC is known for inventing the comunications satellite concept, in an essay entitled
An Iridium communications satellite |
For good or ill, young ACC (28 at the time) never bothered to obtain a patent for his idea, which meant that nobody ever had to pay him anything for conquering the high frontier. Which, as the title of today's blog informs, meant he nonchalantly missed the chance of becoming disgustingly rich. ACC, a down-to-earth and fairly mellow fellow, never bothered too much about this: he was probably quite happy with having the Arthur C. Clarke award named in his honour. Now, time to tie the motley behind a pig and send it through the narrowest of sewer pipes!
"But - wait a minute, what about the dystopian avant-garde British sci-fi?" I hear you query, your little lip quivering. "For we love us some DAGBSF."
Well yes, okay. Next!
The pig in question |
The Future Is Bleak, Perverse And Will End Shortly
If
Quite iconic, eh? |
Look who it is |
Get Ready For Murderous Mayhem
I can't really believe that "The Boys", that iconoclastic comic book series, is going to be broadcast as a television series. And yet it appears to be so. Trailers have been screened at the New York Comic Convention - a convention about graphic serial art, not people being funny for money - and it has an entry on IMDB. Art?
Colour Conrad Confused
The thing is, "The Boys" is so full of sex and violence and drugs, not to mention some not-too subtle parodies of conventional superheroes (if you can have such a thing) who are recognisable as other comic's trademark properties, that your humble scribe is at a loss to wonder i) how it got a green light and ii) how it got made.
Still, you can bet I'll be watching it with a bowl of popcorn and a cup of Darjeeling.**
Say It Ant So, Joe -
Because Conrad flies off the handle into a seething rage at so many different things, it's hard to keep the ire levels up, yet one item I came across yesterday stoked the old vim rather. I had been looking for pictures of cyborg aardvarks, as you do, and stumbled across this monstrosity. Art?
Seething, I am: |
Anyway, even if the big blue beast did catch the ant, he couldn't eat it: he has no mouth and his prehensile snout is much too narrow.
Come to that, why is he blue? How come he's bipedal? Why, if he's wearing clothes, does he lack any pants? Are the animators all drunken hallucinating perverts?
Apparently so! |
* I don't care if you like them or not, or have never heard of them, or are their mum; you are going to keep seeing their name in this blog. FOREVER!
** Who says I'm not classy?
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