Why do people in the late 90s and early 2000s, look so greasy in photos and in movies?

That’s not greasy — that’s just how people look before the filters and photoshop fuckery (and film equivalent) that is applied to everyone now. Women also tended to use less makeup back then so they looked a bit more natural as well.

Now the real is unrecognized and the algorithmic pseudohuman simulated counterfeit cybernetic caricature is what everyone perceives as the actual. Baudrillard would not be surprised. But I am saddened that so many minds are filled with nothing but the spew and spume of algorithmic machinations and manipulations.

It’s unseemly to allow it, but so many do.

You can see how good an actor Cara Gee is because she is absolutely nothing like her character Drummer. Completely different voice, mannerisms, movement and personality.

Compare and contrast:

“Oye, Beltalowda!” I am so glad they kept the Belter argot in the show. She’s so good that if I only knew her as Drummer, I would not recognize her on the street at all.

When I was a kid in the 1980s, I think my grandfather summed up Dr. Who the best: “People dressed weird running through corridors endlessly.”

That was pretty much the show back then.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

Talk To Me.

This film was so much better than No One Will Save You. By no means perfect, but it told a cohesive, gripping story that only had a few missteps. Such a contrast to the mess that was No One. The main flaw of Talk To Me is that it either needed to be a good bit shorter or quite a bit longer. By that, I mean that there were tantalizing hints of explanation never realized that would’ve been better off cut how they were presented, or expanded upon fully.

I liked that the movie was pretty nasty. It was not a feel-good tale (spoiler alert) where the protagonist triumphed in the end. Oh, she definitely developed as a character, and was changed, but not enough; she still mostly failed and was nearly-useless when it counted the most.

Like most people, like life. Good film with a real sting.

I can’t help making fun of these clowns (reference my post below):

The name “Josh” comes from the name “Joshua” which is a transliteration of the Hebrew Yehoshua, literally “the Lord is salvation.” This author knew exactly why they named the character “Josh” and the person above is a motherfucking douchenugget.

When I am Galactic Overload, I am banning idiots.

Why do men make an extra effort to not look at (or make eye contact) with me in public?

I see a variant of this question frequently on Reddit and other places, and the answer is: this is what women have told men they want! So that’s what good men do. Sometimes it’s even contractually stipulated:

Meanwhile, the bad men don’t give a crap so those are the only ones women will have any interactions with. Women have accidentally but in a very real way created a terrible equilibrium where they’ve guaranteed they will only have negative interactions with men. Good work!

Same, same:

Meanwhile women can and do get away with all manner of creepy-ass shit like recording guys in the gym hoping they will glance at her for a picosecond. Makes no sense.

No matter what you think of Bernie Sanders, I agree with Dave Winer that this might be the best political ad of all time. Dang that’s some high-level propaganda jiu jitsu there (all political ads are propaganda, definitionally).

The below isn’t a political ad, though near that demesne — but this is my favorite ad in that realm of all all time, because it shows what we could be if we wanted to.