Last month I was given the opportunity to participate in a fund raiser for Sci-Fest LA, a festival of one-act, science fiction plays here in Los Angeles. Started in 2014, the Hollywood Reporter christened the inaugural festival, “An inspired notion,” and concluded that “After seeing the First Annual Sci-Fest, rest assured you’ll be hoping for a Second Annual Sci-Fest.”
Well, the second annual festival is here. And I was asked to participate by contributing some original artwork to a fundraiser Saturday, January 17. This show is a one night only performance of Orson Welles’s War of the Worlds to be performed by great actors from various Star Trek incarnations including Michael Dorn, Wil Wheaton and Walter Koenig! They and several others will be performing the one-act play of Welles’s version of the H.G. Wells masterpiece and then signing artwork from me and six other artists, which will then be auctioned off.
If you’re in Los Angeles this weekend, check it out at the Acme Theater. It’s a small space and seats are limited.
Forget what you know about reality. We’re talking movie physics here. This is a realm where every bomb has a clearly read timer and a bunch of natives wearing loin cloths in a jungle can make a light sensing trap with spikes.
We’re talking Ewoks versus Predator here. And it isn’t a fair fight.
Consider a single 7 foot Predator that could take out 5 heavily armed and extremely well trained commandos was eventually defeated by mud, logs and rocks. These primitive assets are the wheel house of the Ewoks. Consider that it was these assets that took down an entire legion of Stormtroopers complete with AT-ST walkers and speeder bikes.
The Predator can disappear in the trees you argue? Ewoks live in the trees. He won’t be able to hide from them there. Everything within 10 clicks of their village is loaded with booby traps. Why? Because these little teddy bears are vicious.
They were actually going to cook and potentially EAT Han Solo.
This match up isn’t remotely fair. My money’s on the teddy bears. I say 10 of them take down a Predator and cook the poor S.O.B. while singing the Yub Nub song.
Author’s Note: Not to sound petty, Star Wars Instagram, but I thought of this joke about 3 months ago.
Three types of people I generally discourage from following me on social media:
1. Children. Not that my stuff is particularly blue. My sense of humor generally runs PG-13. But with minors, you get parents and that’s a can of worms I prefer not to open.
2. The Very Religious. Don’t get me wrong. Believe whatever you’re going to believe. It makes no difference to me. But I’ve learned from experience the very pious don’t find me particularly funny. Continue reading →
Funny thing about Time Bandits. I saw it in theaters, and several times since then. Not enough to quote it, but I’ve seen it a bunch. And I can barely remember a damn thing from it.
This is odd for me. Usually after a couple of viewings of something that I enjoy as much as Time Bandits and that sucker is locked in. But while searching for images from the movie, I was shocked by how little I’d retained. “Shelly Duvall’s in this? Oh yeah, there’s the giant with the boat on his head. Isn’t that the old lady from Who’s the Boss?” Luckily, it’s on Netflix. So I’ll stream that soon.