#August2013
COMPUTER can READ LETTERS DIRECTLY FROM YOUR BRAIN. Game Over, Man.
This is either terrifying game-over material, or the lube you’ve been looking for to stroke your cyberpunk bits with. A group of scientists Daring to Approach the Lords have concocted a way to read letters. Directly from your fucking brain.
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Inception Done In Sixty Seconds In Papercraft. Swoon.
This is Inception In Sixty Seconds done by Wolfgang Matz for a competition of the same theme. It’s been around since Friday on the internet, which by our standards makes it beyond old. Crusty. Withered. Dusty. But I don’t like to ball as hard here on the blog during the weekend. So consider it a late to the party entry.
Hit the jump for the video.
Speaking of Chris Nolan: BABY INCEPTION!
While everyone is busy sweating Batman rumors, I’ll watch Baby Inception on repeat. You can’t script the amazing pay-off at the end.
Monday Morning Commute: Inception. Spooge. Inception.
My final project for my summer course is finished. It’s been attached to an email. It’s been fired, an electronic missive, scattering across the digi-webs towards my professor’s inbox. And as soon it is received, it shall begin crushing the university’s bandwidth, daring to be downloaded. Enormous. Blathering. Finished.
A week’s worth of work. Thousands of words, a couple dozen pages. Diet Mountain Dew cans consumed into the infinity-range. Spent veins, spent cells, smiles abound.
Hey, it’s like, summer or something?
I’ll be bored and ready for class in two weeks.
Monday Morning Commute. Every Monday I’m going to detail the various things I’m either currently or will be watching, reading, playing, and listening to in the next seven days. It’s Monday. You’ve got a long week of school, work, or compulsive masturbation to get through. Tell me the arts that you’re indulging in, to stave off suicide.
Review: Inception – Fuck Yeah To The Mind Fuck
Here’s the problem with me trying to write anything. I vomit passion. It works its way out of my pores, it rambles out of my mouth, it infects my fingers. Anything I write about anything no less than six months after I experience it, is horriblly disfigured by my passions. And the feelings I have now or will have then can be completely contradictory, and dammit I don’t really care.
There’s a certain point when the switch flips and I’m able to think about something analytically, but usually I can’t . Especially when I enjoy something.
Like Inception.
I’ve spent the entire last twenty-four hours completely swallowed up by the universe that Christopher Nolan built. A universe built in mazes, fabricated with the intent to meditate on ideas of ideas, guilt, consciousness, self-reflection, et cetera. Movies are special to me when they affect me. A universe also filled with gorgeous cinematography, white-knuckle action, and brief moments of humor. Every time I have to hear someone say, “Inception is a masterpiece” or “Inception isn’t a masterpiece”, I wonder quietly to myself what the fuck that means. I have absolutely no idea. But I do know Inception affected me.
Is Inception Going To Be “Too Smart” And Do I Care? Maybe and No.
For a while I’ve been stoked about Inception. And for a bit shorter than that period of time, I’ve been wondering about the Average Mouth Breather’s reaction to it. The Average Mouth Breather walked out of the Matrix confused. And they were like “Wait, who was Tyler Durden?”
Since the premise for Inception has been revealed; a world involving dreams, injections into these dreams, concepts of existence, ideas, and philosophy, I’ve generally had one reaction: this movie is going to be over people’s heads. I’m not being a dick, I’m just working off of what I’ve observed regarding other “confusing” movies.
And the thing is, Inception cost a shit load. $200.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks that this movie may be beyond people:
Jason Sanford via io9:
This film will be a major flop at the box office… My prediction is that this will be a good SF film which the critics will love, but which doesn’t find a large audience because of its subject matter. Since Christopher Nolan is still Hollywood’s golden boy and is working on another Batman movie, studios will overlook losing their shirts on this film. But that won’t change the fact that Inception will be a flop.
It’s an interesting question, and Sanford definitely argues towards a conclusion I had been contemplating.
My reaction?
