Robot football hooligan noonday 6/8 scuffle

[hirez]

Migraine yesterday afternoon. Everything is still slightly out of focus, which I think would make driving up the motorway a Jolly Interesting Time.

Oh dear me I'll just have to write something. What a bugger.

There was something else. Usually when this sort thing happens, I forget the name of John Cusack. However, that's in my head and something else isn't. Very odd.

Slugs?
Passport?
Robots?
Computer map of the stars?
Trilobite? (Why does that name feature so often?)
Generator?
Profit?
Web2.0 bollocks looking just like Web1.0?
Triumph Herald?
Austin Bend Sinister?
Web-caw. Web-caw.

Oh. Popcorn double feature: Uncle Marcus sent films the other week. I carefully watched the one through one eye with the lights out. It made no sense at all. Jolly good futurist autogyros, though. And Alvin Stardust in a corset.

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[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

And Alvin Stardust in a corset.

Ah, the mark of quality entertainment.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I believe both films might be ideal material for the sort of MST3King that the Notby mob would induge in. (Camp, cultured (sometimes), disturbingly gutter-fixated (other times) and lurching drunk.)

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

If you haven't seen it, you REALLY need to see "Never Too Young to Rock". It's an appalling holdover from early 1960s films in which they shoehorn in lots of groups in a bad plot.

It's a totalitarian future where rock & roll is banned. So a young man, along with his driver Mr Rocksteady (Freddie Jones) go round the country to pick up illegal rock & rollers and put on a huge concert so the powers that be will permit it once more. Acts include Alvin Stardust, Mud, The Rubettes, and Slik.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

What is it with John Cusack, exactly ? It's like he is surrounded by a Thespian Cloaking Field whenever he's off screen.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Oh. You remind me. There's a film where The Govt. manufacture A Popstar in order to control The Kids.

At least I think there was.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I wish I knew. It's as if there's a weak point in the chain of associations that lead to the chap's name. When my brain's working right, all is cheery, but when it breaks the concept/associations of 'Cusack' become isolated (or the association-chain that now leads to 'Cusack' is non-obvious) and the next best match is usually 'Malkovitch'.

It's vaguely like acid, minus pretty much all the fun.

(Excuse simplistic and wrong model of brain-function.)

It's like the web-caw web-caw thing. I'm reasonably convinced that it's a fragment of a Beefheart lyric. However, I've no idea which one. It's been stuck in my head since last week when I was working on a mail-list called sweb-core. (Obviously.)

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I think he is, in some special way, forgettable. He's an Ordinary Joe. Or plays one on TV, anyhow.

That's why you (and I) forget his name and not, say, Neil Armstrong's.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

That wasn't a film - that was reality. Cliff Richard was a top secret attempt by Government scientists to create a pop star in order to subvert rock & roll with wholesomeness. The experiment worked for several decades, but slowly the essential rock & roll nature of the beast leached away, leaving only the wholesome aspects. This also explains why he seemingly did not age for 35 years.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I don't think that's it. No-one with more than one box of records can dislike 'High Fidelity' for instance. Though one can find the book tediously parochial.

It's a symptom of something else. I know I've had a migraine when John Cusack falls out of my head. (Apart from this last one. This time something else will have gone missing.)