I am not an especially religious person, having experienced a Sunday school childhood and a youth group adolescence, by early adulthood the impulse to frame the entirety of the universe within one specific creed as interpreted and reinterpreted by (mostly) men for nearly two thousand years left me. But that is another story for another time. Right thus moment it's Christmastime, it's Festivus, it's Kwanzaa, it's the Solstice of your particular hemisphere, it's the vibe.
I do love this time of the year, regardless. And whichever belief system you adhere to or vaguely observe, I hope you're having an enjoyable, loved, safe and peaceful one.
Happy whatever, fellow humans!
Today's theme tune is provided by those venerable gawky eternal teens, the unfathomable sound of my youth, the whipping, shouting, devolving DEVO.
Another year, another pumpkin to sacrifice to the dark lord. Well, not really. 2024 is turning out to be another Austerity Pumpkin year, and so Jet Junior, rapidly outliving his moniker, designed this latest face. JJ has ever been the fan of the 'happy pumpkin' rather than his Dad's sinister variety, and so here's Hob-Nob. Recipe "smiling, two square teeth, eyes like half-moons." Simplicity and positivity. Nice.
Due to an accidental setting Hob-Nob has a bit of a JJ Abrams lens flare to his grin, which is not too bad, either. And like all gourd boys he's not averse to checking his reflection before going out of an evening. I have to admit, he scrubs up well.
Soundtrack to this carving session (another robust crown pumpkin - ooh, my wrist!) was the splendid Every Sc-Fi Film Ever podcast, looking into my favourite era of SF movies, the 50s and Howard Hawk's The Thing From Another World. As usual, it was the hollowing out which was tough, the face was done in record time. Atta boy!
Star Warps! Just the name alone rings bells of memories, when its creator George Lukers promised his faithful Warpers that one day... ONE DAY he'd expand the world of the original Star Warps movie and give us a glimpse of the enormous far-time galaxies it fitted into. The great plan.
And then he did! And, even better for those of us who didn't have a movie theatre of our own, for TV! It arrived less than a year after the first Star Warps, starred all of our favourite characters (except Oble Kenoble who is dead (spoilers)) with special guest stars like Aunt Carney, Beau Arther and a special performance from Jefferson Airship.
It was called A Very Special Star Warps Holiday, and it was AMAZING.
You have to see it for yourself - and one day we will, through the magic of repeats. But until then, here are some of the treats that await us:
Chewy's family on the Wonky homeworld of Kolchak:
Marla, Chewy's beautiful wife
Scratchy, his irascible father
Humpy, Chewy's young son.
All of them are on Kolchak trying to prepare for Go-Live Day, a festival of singing and gathering which is holy to all the Wonkies. But of course they keep getting interrupted by the guest stars and all hell breaks loose! In the end Chewy and his human owner Hank Solo arrive and sort things out. Phew! And not before time, as Princess Layer and Luke Sandhater are invited too, and pretty soon there's going to be singing.
Hey, careful, Luke - that's Hank's Sister! (spoilers)
The season of Yule has come around for us all in the Monkeyhouse - and Y'all out there, too. We hope you're able to celebrate it with people and animal friends you love and that you have a cracker or two throughout the day.
Christmas is, of course, the classic mash-up. its origins in several European pagan festivals, usurped by the Christians, moulded into many of its modern trappings by the Victorians - both British and Germanic thanks to Victoria and Albert, and then the new world of the United States and then and then... there's folklore, Christian and Jewish elements and a jolly good old dose of commercial salts through it these days. You get the drift. It's become its own weird thing, forever winter wherever you are, a compulsory feast and with familiar trappings rooted in obscure saints, unnamed angels and a bioluminescent reindeer borrowed from a novelty 45.
And what did I spy, making his way through the snow like some weird English King bossing a peasant to fetch him firewood, but DJ Cummerbund combining Billy Idol (I'm interested already), Jose Feliciano (...okay...), Rob Zombie and er, Rush. Sure, he also interrupts proceedings with a Christmas message but LEAVE DJ CUMMERBUND ALONE AND LET HIM DO HIS TRUMPET SOLO - HE WORKED HARD ON THIS. JEEZ!
It's Feliz Navidad as you may never hear it again. Enjoy:
Halloween seems to approach with ever increasing speed these days - although being in the Southern half of the globe, the attendant threat of winter's chill and non-renewal of Summer's lease is reversed. Pumpkin time means more of the day's golden orb in the summer to come.
That's quite enough romanticism, folks, because it distresses me to report that the price for your actual crown pumpkin these days is an eye-watering $18 - a clear tenner more than back in the day, not so long ago. And so, the Wizard of Austerity demanded a more modest offering a smaller, buttercup pumpkin - green-skinned Bogie is our model of the year:
The flesh of the buttercup is a little more powdery but darker and sweeter. It might make for an interesting curry, but Bogie's gift to us was a really interesting pumpkin nacho bowl - it goes nicely with cumin, garlic and feta, with lime crisps of course. Here's looking at you, Bogie. And rest assured, seeds have been planted for 2024. Green and grey ones. Happy Halloween, friends.
When I was a nipper and watched that Star Wars the character I identified with most readily was Luke Skywalker. He had blonde hair like me (at the time) and a strong sense of moral justice. "It's not fair" he'd plead, pleasingly for a hero destined to be The One. As years went by I finally switched onto his brunette mate, who had the lines, the charm, the spaceship, the gun-slinging skills, the bravado, the hairier friend and got the girl in the end - although knowing how that turned out you can forgive young "Wormy" for dodging that particular competition.
Where I did still identify with young Master Luke is in his interest in Tosche Station, where the power converters come from. My eye was always drawn to the background. The sky, the liver-coloured mountains of Tatooine, the strange fluting and Morse Code-like lighting or whatever they were behind Moff Tarkin's meeting on the Death Star, the grimy walls of the trash compactor, the endless stars, and the sky again. That blue, seemingly endless expanse that promised so much but hemmed Luke in. Against that the promise of Anchorhead and Tosche Station did sound exotic and interesting. Whatever could it be like?
Turns out, much more of the same. Another set in Tunisia (I knew that much about the location even back in the day, despite me calling Luke's home planet "Tattoonie" for probably a good year). We get to see the location, meet some of Luke's friends (well, Biggs we meet again later, the rest are perhaps more fairweather chums) and learn that young Skywalker has a nickname! That didn't last
Perhaps the scene is too long and in the wrong place, but I love it for its blue sky, new scenery, worldbuilding (we finally meet those friends Uncle Owen griped about!) and a bit more of gauche Luke before the whole Rebellion and later Jedi-dom proves such a buzzkill. And Biggs has a sweet space-cape.
So far, no reinstatement, despite upwards of four revisions of the original by Lucasfilm. Nor any clean-ups or restorations - this scene is D.E.D ded, I guess. Except for fans; so among the considerable number of remounts, remakes and repairs, here's something that blends the missing from the might-have-been to bide us over. Now, about those power converters...
Not anatomically correct: Disney's vintage vax reel
My mention this week of Grieg's 'In The Hall of the Mountain King'has made me try to think of where I may have heard the music beforehand. I know it didn't appear on the double Classical Music LP that my parents owned and which I'd listen to for hours as a young Simian, so perhaps it was at school? In an assembly hall, darkened with blackout curtains for the Very Serious Business of health education?
Defense Against Invasion was one of a small handful of educational films I and my class were subjected to in Intermediate years, alongside one or two I am Joe's, surely, and one particularly horrifying one about a fire breaking out in a hospital laundry. It was British, of course. DIA was not British, nor horrifying, but it was gripping, and it made a big impression on me, being cheered on when it came up for a repeat viewing some months later. I've looked for it under an abbreviated title for years, and finally found it. never knew it was Disney - makes sense now. never knew it was THAT old - although content-wise there's some sense to that, too.
So what is Defense Against Invasion? Why, a short film about vaccination, employing the metaphor of the human body in a war-footing to bolster its, well, defences against infection. Or contagion. It's a bit murky, but just go with it. Because it's a charming little slice of wartime Americana, a sort of Why We Fight set in a doctor's surgery, and then in an imagined bloodstream and body styled in a 1940s Fleisher-like complex resembling a city with roads, bridges, factories (you have to have factories) and defensive ramparts. The heroes of the story are red blood cells (er...), and their horrific enemy "bacteria" (um...) taking ghastly arachnid form and animated superbly with near featureless fluidity. Ooh they're awful - massing in vast number, dividing and increasing appalling surety. It's only the introduction of a weaker strain of foe that readies our plucky red shirts to WAR, to boost their armoury, increase their arsenal, and knock this enemy from their borders with ruthless readiness. It's stirring stuff, and given the year is 1943, the parallels couldn't have been more obvious to a child of my age back then - whereas in the early 80s it seemed quaint, but still a little unsettling.
So here it is in its short glory. I found it and played in on our telly, bringing Mrs Simian into the room knocked sideways by the reawakening of a very dim memory. Because like good antibiotic resistance, it does stay with you.
