Showing posts with label necrophilia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label necrophilia. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

At the risk of sounding like an asshole...

Trends suck. I didn't realize how bad the steampunk thing was beginning to suck(ok, so I did realize) until I saw the article in Makezine for people tired of steampunk. They feature a new, hip, trend for which to rebuild your laptops and vespas. Yes, you guessed it, Cocopunk. Fuck me. Gilliganism? Are you fucking trying to bring me down? More? This isn't right at all.

It's like when our highschool outfits started appearing in a sort of cartoon form at chain stores in the mall, only it's still in that infant stage where the "smart" assholes in neighborhoods that are being put up on the block for gentrification(read art students) are nurturing it into some sort of stupid latenight mythbusters sidetrack episode that drags the whole sci-fi genre down a notch YET AGAIN.

Not only that, It fucks with the Tiki weather system thing even more, bringing cargo culture back into the mix, and making those who love Hawaiiana sad because some fucking asshole in a fez is trying to buy bamboo to laminate their Prius with. I can smell the lounge music from here, only this time, it's all covers of covers!


Please, people. Don't ruin sci-fi anymore than its namesake channel has already. I know it can take a beating. It has for decades. Don't bring Gilligan into the 'fi. Please. I had too much elective lobotimization when I watched the entire Gilligan's Island series, along with the hour long rescue episode, along with Gilligan's Planet.

Let Bob Denver rest in peace, (And yes I realize he did to the beat generation what Gedde did with Long Duk Dong, but cut the man some slack, he had to eat.) Do not trendify it, please. My ass can't take it. I know, I know. It's too late.