Life got it out for ya? First yer keys go missing, then your phone, then your glasses, maybe a condom?
A little item called Heroshelf has ya covered, kiddies. You hang it, and, voila, it holds all those necessary little bits that always seem to have vanished onto another plane of existence when ya want ’em.
This superhero keyholder and organizer costs fiftyish bucks. You can find out all about it and even buy it (gasp? for reals?) at Animi Causa. Just CLICK RIGHT HERE
Tell ’em yer favorite neighborhood munchaderio sentcha!
Yeah, yeah, yeah…okay, okay, okay. I gotta admit that Tumblr, which Yer Friendly Neighborhood Munchacho has always thought of as a kind of Blogspot wannabe, has manned up and done the right thing vis a vis Russian Intelligence, fake news, and all that pathetic poo that Trump, Putin, and their various handlers, enablers, and subjects hath wrought.
In other words, here’s an email I got over the weekend from Tumblr about muncharoni’s very own Tumblr account:
Thanks for caring about us, Tumbleros. And for doing what neither Twitter or Facebook have. You now have something I very seldom give anybody for anything – my respect.
How about that headline? Clickbait or fact, what do you think?
Take a look and then let me know:
Truth to tell, el munchero found Gray Jones’ YouTube channel a very helpful site indeed, and – maybe more importantly – its very existence in this way, shape and form points out something every writer needs to know:
The most important thing you can learn about making it as a television writer is HOW TO SELL!
Damn, I wish I had a voice like Gray Jones.
That’s it, kids, yer friendly neighborhood munchman’s gotta go before I completely, helplessly, hopelessly, superlatively crack up.
Holy crapoly, guys ‘n’ gals. We live in a dystopia where every new show being presented to us on TV and its hangers on is being labeled “dystopic” and “about a future dystopia where…”(fill in the dots – it’s easy cuz all you have to do is look at just about any new description of just about any fiction just about anywhere).
Except that it’s all bullshit, with the in, hip, trendy, and in and of itself totally dystopic buzzword of the day being used when it absolutely doesn’t apply. By which yer friendly neighborhood munchamatic magilla here means, CHECK OUT THE GODDAMN DEFINITION, OKAY MOTHERFUCKERS?!
Cases in point:
“Dystopia. Relating to or denoting an imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.”
And “An imaginary place where people lead dehumanized and often fearful lives.”
With that I mind, munchamoneybags has to say, “Sorry, misreading, misinterpreting, misogynist momos,” but while yes, this is a dystopia if ever there was one:
As is this:
And this back in 2016 when we were all certain it could only be a fictional future:
This is not:
It’s just another interesting science fiction novel about a future civilization that has its good sides and bad sides and exciting sides and terrifying ones and everything in between, just like just about every civilization just about anywhere and anywhen.
Netflix’s Altered Carbon TV show is just another overblown, pompous, self-important, hideously violent, unconscious parody of every ridiculous trope used in every other science fiction show and film that totally misinterpreted what made the book interesting.
Oh Christ! The voiceover! Puh-leeze! And the music! Turn them off, turn them off, turn them off! For the love of God, montresor!
In other words, nope, munchikins didn’t really get much of a kick out of watching this abomination. But I sure liked writing this review.