Movie of the Week: GODZILLA MINUS ONE.

GODZILLA MINUS ONE seemed to have taken forever to make it over here in physical form – I can only conclude that the studio really wasn’t expecting it to take off as hard in the United States as it did – but we have it now. No digital copy included, but that’s all right. I’ve already watched it on one of the streaming services. No Minus Color version, either, which is less all right. Ach, well.

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Star Wars will break your heart, Henry Cavill.

Look, Henry – I am taking advantage of our shared identity as gamer geeks to use your first name – I understand that the opportunity to be in a Star Wars movie is a strong temptation. And that it’s a opportunity that you might never get again. Still. You remember what happened with The Witcher, right? And the DCU? And the Warhammer 40K project… actually, what did happen with that project? I never heard.

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11/20/2024 Snippet, SUICIDE PLAGUE.

This suddenly got a lot more ominous.

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The strainer was alientech, and Norm hated it. It worked, and it didn’t hurt, so it was probably being used for something like its original use. That wasn’t nothing. In fact, when it came to gizmos from the dead Galactic Amalgamation, ‘did the job with no side effects’ was the germanium standard.

Wriggling through the shimmering film that somehow managed to soak through his cleanroom suit, regular clothes, and even outer epidermis, leaving behind all the muck and dirt? It was just flat out disgusting. He still did it, because he knew it was safe, but there was always that moment where you had to wonder whether the film was going to let you through, this time. The techies claimed the strainer ‘fed’ itself through regular dust and cosmic rays, somehow, but what if they had gotten it wrong? They couldn’t begin to tell you how the damned thing operated.

Just like all the other alientech out there.

None of this showed in Norm’s face as he glooped his way through the strainer. Whining or gibbering never helped. Getting on with things did.

So, they’re doing an anime Anne of Green Gables.

There is a certain bitter irony in the fact that I far more trust a Japanese anime studio to do a better job of making a proper Anne of Green Gables show than I do a Western live-action one. If this is what we’ll be getting, it’ll be delightful. And since this site’s Web Dude has indicated that Anne is Big In Japan, it probably will be what we’ll be getting, at that.

Still: trust, but verify.

A reminder: review the indy books you read! (Including mine.)

Not just rate: review. Ratings are nice, reviews are better for the algorithm. I don’t like the word ‘algorithm,’ by the way. It’s one of those words I always feel like I’m misspelling. But I learned it anyway, because that’s how important reviews are for me, or any other independent author.

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11/19/2024 Snippet, SUICIDE PLAGUE.

Not what I wanted to do today, but I had to get something done. A lot of catchup to get to this point, and tomorrow is a time of errands. So it goes.

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April 23, 2112

This bunch had really worked out how they were all going to kill themselves.

It wasn’t just that they had prepped the space. Norm knew that most suicide cults could be counted on doing that, putting up whatever crazy ritual crap they thought they’d need to Traverse the Great Beyond or Meet The Amalgamated Masters or whatever. These guys had also prepped themselves. The thirteen corpses were all dressed in clean and luxurious robes, with fresh haircuts and manicures. Not every cultist was wearing makeup, but the ones who did had all applied them with care and skill.

The room smelled sweet, even through the filters on his whole-face mask. That was surprising. In Norm’s experience, suicide sites started stinking right away. “Nita, whatcha got?” he asked the field tech. “It safe to take off the damn masks?”

“Absolutely not, Agent Baker.” That got him paying attention. Juanita Reyes might have been F-SOB, just like him, but the techies were looser about protocol. If she was suddenly going formal, this site wasn’t as kindergarten as it looked.

That oddly made him feel a little better.