Let me start by saying that it’s not that I’m not a fan of crowds. Crowds can be okay. For the most part, San Diego Comic Con is a well-behaved crowd until Saturday afternoon.
Nay, the thing that I’m not a fan of is uncivilized mob behavior. Which seemed to be the way people were acting on the Los Angeles Free-for-All Museum day.
Come on, people.
We can do better.
Anyway, my first stop was the Natural History Museum.
It seems to me that a typical Natural History Museum consists mainly of stuffed and mounted animals and I wasn’t wrong. Some of the cooler stuff were the things focused on local wildlife. For instance, this display of the butterflies of Griffith Park.
In trying to fight my way through the mob, I found it difficult to take time on the things I wanted to see, but here, of course, is one of the big attractions, the T-Rex.
The Los Angeles Natural History Museum has a Dino lab upstairs where you can watch some of the paleontologists working on their craft. Of course, you are reminded not to tap on the glass, as it will startle the scientists.
I don’t think I have the patience to be a paleontologist. I’m not exactly sure how they are able to tell the difference between a fossil and a regular rock. Then again, the extent of my paleontological knowledge comes from that scene in Jurassic Park where the pulse an ultra sound through the ground and find a fully formed velociraptor in the dirt. The dinosaur they were working on just needed a few brushes to be revealed. I can’t imagine it is actually that easy.
I spent the rest of the time walking through the animals of North America exhibit. The thing that struck me was that I’ve killed almost all of those animals in Red Dead Redemption 2. Anyone for some caribou?
Also, I’m not really sure why the curators of the museum decided to make it look like this wolf was popping a squat, but I guess they want to show real life, warts and all.
Finally, we find the most terrifying exhibit in the ornithology wing.
Why, Los Angeles? WHY?
Free museum day comes up every so often in Los Angeles. The thing is, though, even when it’s not free, the cost is reasonable. If you are a Los Angeles resident and you have an LA County library card, there’s a way to get more free museum access.
Los Angeles has sort of been bumming me out lately. Saying that it bums me out doesn’t really do justice to the problems. People are getting attacked within spitting distance of my apartment, the police don’t respond to calls anymore, the homeless seem to think if they can’t have it, they must destroy it.
It’s hard to live in a place that doesn’t enforce its laws. It’s hard to live in a place where you get a fine if your dog shits on the street, but it’s okay if a human does it. For awhile in the summer, the new homeless trick was to poop in a disposable cup and leave it under the tire of a parked car so that when the car pulled away, it would smear and track the human feces down the road.
This is bad. This is disgusting. I don’t have much sympathy for people who do this sort of thing.
I’m trying to find the good things about Los Angeles, the cultural offerings, the things that make is unique and desirable because I’ve started looking for a way out.
The 2nd episode of Anything Nice to Say looks at the 2005 film Bewitched. It’s been the butt of jokes for a few years now, and many people say it was Will Ferrell’s biggest mistake, including him.
But, does that mean it’s all bad? Spoiler alert: no.
Hey, everyone. I’m happy to announce the first episode of my new series, Anything Nice to Say.
I watch bad movies and try to find all the nice things to say about them.
As a cynic, it’s not so easy. The first one I tackled was X-men: The Last Stand. Check out the video below. If you are so inclined, you can also check out my Patreon where you’ll have access to exclusive content and get to see the posts a week before they’re available to the public.
You’re always free to suggest movies or topics you want to hear me wax philosophic about. Keep in mind, there should be a lease ONE redeeming thing about the movie. I’m not into self-flagellation.
A tweet recently popped up on my Twitter feed that Britney Spears “…Baby One More Time” came out 20 years ago.
Well, it’s actually 20 years and about a month and a half, so you missed the true anniversary.
But, still, I get it. The point attempting to be made here was: “FEEL OLD YET?!”
And, no. I don’t. Telling me that “…Baby One More Time” is almost old enough to legally drink alcohol does not make me feel any older than I am. I remember it with fondness. In 20 years, when someone laser etches “Billie Eilish “Bad Guy” came out 20 years ago” into my frontal lobe, I might start to think I’m getting old.
This phenomenon isn’t rare. It seems every content website needs a filler piece, so they mine Google for images of products from the 90s. The picture are low definition, sometimes a picture of a television commercial.
Did I just leave this blog post for fifteen minutes to play an emulator of Number Munchers? You bet.
These lists don’t make me feel old. Usually, they make me wonder what we were thinking or why some things went away.
Why did Gushers survive, but Dunkaroo’s failed? What was the Mr. Sketch scented black marker supposed to smell like vs. what it actually did smell like? Are all the Tamagotchis dead? Is Tamagotchis the plural of Tamagotchi? Should it be Tamagotchae?
Like the flavor of Fruit Stripe gum, some things are only meant to exist for a fleeting moment.
When “…Baby One More Time” came out, I was a child. I have not been a child for a long time. I don’t eat garbage anymore. If given the chance to have a Surge soda, I would decline. If given the choice between real food and a Lunchable, I would take the real food. Those other things don’t interest me anymore. I don’t hav I have moved on with my life; I have moved on to more mature things.
Maybe this is a secret negative review of nostalgia culture. Every new Star Wars movie seems to inspire a wave of hatred, not because it is bad (sure, @ me, but you’re wrong), but because it is not the thing they grew up with. Just because you had a fondness for something or you are a member of a particular fandom doesn’t mean you own it or have any say in the matter.
Nostalgia culture is the non-drug equivalent of chasing the dragon. It will never be as good as you remember, not because it isn’t good, nor because it never was. YOU are the thing that has changed and that’s a good thing.
You never get anywhere by standing still.