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How Game of Thrones is Like Real Life (Season 5 Finale Review)

Hello 3.5 Readers,

Does this mean by Jon Snow doll goes up in value?

Does this mean by Jon Snow action figure goes up in value?

Quite a surprise ending for Season 5, wasn’t it?

I’ve finally processed my grief and am now able to talk about it but first, let’s talk about real life.

That’s right.  I’m talking about the life outside of Game of Thrones, the one without the dragons, or the Khaleesi, or the epic battles or a functionally alcoholic dwarf who manages to save the day despite his ennui.

“If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”

That’s an old cliche, isn’t it?  It holds up though. So many of us work our little butts off. We toil away, we make goals, figure out the steps we need to take to work towards them and do what we can to achieve them.

Sometimes things work out for us. Other times, and usually more often than not, we fall flat on our faces.

3.5 readers, who among you has locked up your emotions with a significant other you trusted not to screw you over? Surely, at least one of you convinced yourself your girlfriend, boyfriend, spouse, partner, whatever was “the one” and you built your life around said individual.

Maybe you were planning to get married or hell, maybe you DID get married. God, maybe you even brought kids into the world with this person. Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe you just walked around telling your friends and family what a reliable, dependable person this guy or gal was.

Then one day…boom! Gone.

POSSIBLE BREAK-UP LINES USED ON YOU:

  • It’s not you, it’s me.
  • It was you all along.
  • I hate your face.
  • Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: You.
  • TEXT MESSAGE: U IZ DUMPD
  • TWEET: #UIZDUMPD
  • FACEBOOK: You’re dumped.  Here’s a funny cat video I hope will help you get through it.

Forget relationships. Maybe you’re career aspirations did not go how you planned them. You went to college, selected a major, gained useful experience and boom! You’re riding the pine on the ‘rents’ couch because the economy stinks worse than a wookie during mating season on Kashyyyk.

Maybe everything did go right. Maybe you did find that awesome job and that awesome significant other.

Maybe one day you’re walking across the street, you’re thinking, “Wow, everything sure did work out for me and OH NO! A damn Mac Truck just ran over my face.”

Life.  Whether it’s romance or careers or dreams, there’s just no guarantee of success and everything can go turn to crap in an instant.

Now, add in the dragons, and the sword fights, and the Khaleesi and you have Game of Thrones, a fantasy show that is as close as a program can get to real life and still feature a red headed witch with the ability to push smokey ghost assassins out of her cooter.

Attorney Donnelly preemptively apologizes to anyone offended by my use of the word “cooter.” Also, please read Pop Culture Mysteries. I’m pretty proud of that one.

In real life, there’s what you wanted to happen AND what did happen.

I, your illustrious blog host Bookshelf Q. Battler, will now analyze the past season/final episode with through those two points of view.

SPOILER WARNING!!!!  DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT ANYTHING SPOILED!

GAME OF THRONES – HBO – SEASON 5 TRAILER – THE WHEEL

THE BIG SURPRISE – JON SNOW

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN – Jon Snow to continue into the next season as the man standing between Westeros and the White Walkers.

WHAT DID HAPPEN – The Night’s Watch turned on their leader in a big way.

Jon Snow was named Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch this season. His men grumbled about his decisions but they also gave every indication of, “Well, this is a military organization so we have to follow orders even when they piss us off.”

Jon grew so much this season, moving from dopey pretty boy to battle hardened leader. He made a tough call with the Wildlings.

The Night’s Watch Brothers are understandably unhappy with the decision to save the Wildlings. These are people who have killed several brothers as well as innocent bystanders – men, women and children. Sure, the Wildlings’ reasoning is, “Hey! You put up a big ass wall and locked us out of the Kingdom!” but the justification is, “Of course we did! You guys are a bunch of aholes and are basically snow covered Dothraki!”

SIDE NOTE:  The genius of the books/series is that nothing is ever black and white. George RR provides reasoning and justification for why every characters acts the way that they do, even the worst ones.  Their actions aren’t necessarily right, but you’re left with an understanding of the events that led to a person becoming an evil jerkface.

I get that no character is safe but so much was built up around Jon snow:

You know nothing – Am I the only one who thought all of those, “You know nothing, Jon Snows” would eventually lead to a big reveal where Jon Snow would learn something, whatever it was that he was supposed to know?

Jon Snow’s Mother – (Possible Big Spoiler) – In the first season, we learn that Ned brought baby Jon Snow back to Winterfell, a bastard he had with some allegedly random hussy because while he loved Cat and all, he thought he was going to die during Robert’s Rebellion so he might as well get a little somethin’ somethin’ on the side and woops! We won the war!  Guess Ned has some ‘splaining to do.

Ned tells Jon he’ll fill him in on his mother one day.  Will we ever find out who Jon’s mother is now? Will it matter if/when we do?

There’s been a long bandied about theory (POSSIBLE BIG SPOILER!) that Jon was not actually Ned’s kid but rather, was the love child of Lyanna Stark (Ned’s sister betrothed to Robert Baratheon) and Rhaegar Targaryen, that Lyanna wasn’t actually kidnapped but in fact, she ran away willingly with Rhaegar and as a Targaryen, Jon had the closest link to the throne and Ned felt the need to protect his nephew from Robert by claiming him as a bastard, even if that meant enduring Cat’s constant, “Waah waah Ned cheated on me while he was at war” complaints.

Is that theory possible?  Who knows now but here’s a question – was noble Ned really the cheating type?

This is what George RR does and does best. He builds up our hopes and dreams.  Like Lucy from Peanuts, he holds that damn football.  Like the gullible Charlie Brown, the dumb audience comes running up to kick that football and then bam, George, like Lucy, pulls that football away. He does it every time and we keep watching because in many ways, those big shockers make for thrilling television.

GRRM did it with Rob Stark, when the Young Wolf won battle after battle against the Lannisters only to be gutted at the Red Wedding.  He did it with Prince Oberyn when we were led to believe that the Viper had bested the Mountain only to gloat just a little too early.  And now he’s done it with Jon Snow.

Sure, Jon’s untimely demise made for a big “HOLY CRAP” moment but whether or not it pans out as a good decision for the series remains to be seen. After all, we invested a lot in Jon Snow. Aside from the Khaleesi and Tyrion, he was pretty much the last good guy worth rooting for.

Sam’s a fun character but will it be as invigorating to watch him stand between Westeros and the White Walkers? Will we cheer on the Night’s Watch when they betrayed their Lord Commander? Seriously, other than Dany, who’s left to like now?

SIDE NOTE: In keeping with the GOT = Real Life argument, keep in mind at this point, the more likely outcome is not that Dany swoops into Westeros and saves the day but rather, that the Whitewalkers just take over the entire fantasy world and have a great undead time into all eternity.  I can honestly see GRRM taking that approach, can’t you?

CERSEI 

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN: Cersei refuses to confess.  Tommen grows a pair and sends the army to retrieve his wife, mother and brother-in-law.

WHAT DID HAPPEN: Tommen reverts to being an indecisive wuss. Cersei confesses, goes on the worst walk of shame ever and still has to undergo a trial anyway.

Cersei’s the character fans love to hate. The running pattern in the show is that she concocts these schemes, thinks she’s so clever and then her plans backfire royally. That happened again this season. By giving the High Sparrow the power of a religious army, she thought she’d developed her own personal hit squad to take out her enemies, namely the Tyrells.

It all backfired when the High Sparrow turned on her and locked her up.

Cersei’s done a lot of bad things to good people (most notably Ned) but on the other hand, that whole “walk of shame” scene was sad to watch and surely it would be a painful experience for anyone to go through.

Hat’s off to Lena Headey. I’m sure walking around in the buff whilst surrounded by throngs of fantasy peasant extras spitting on you, throwing garbage and uh, other substances at you and hurling insults was no easy feet.

SIDENOTE: Remember how Lady Stoneheart was axed from the series, that the idea was a little farfetched?  But uh, Frankenmountain isn’t?  Clyburn introducing his “creation” kind of blew the end of that very powerful walk of shame scene. The emotion was raw and real and then it went basically went to a Frankenstein monster to defend Cersei’s honor.

JAIME/MYRCELLA – I’m going to rush through this one.  I wanted Myrcella to live because, hey, she’s just a kid.  Why punish her when she didn’t do anything?  Alas, Jaime gets that briefest of father/daughter moments before seeing his offspring die due to Ellaria’s treachery.  Prince Doran won’t be happy.

STANNIS/SANSA/REEK/BOLTONS/RED WOMAN

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN:  Stannis ousts the Boltons, frees Sansa.  Sansa finally gets to have somewhat of a normal existence where she isn’t a captive or a torture victim.

WHAT DID HAPPEN: As often happens in real life, the bad guys aka the Boltons, won.

Perhaps GRRM’s intent in having Stannis sacrifice Shireen was to turn him from good to bad guy, thus leaving the audience pleased at his defeat.

Stannis started out in the series as the ruthless “win at all costs” warrior, too blindly devoted to the Red Woman, willing to even kill his own brother (through the above mentioned cooter delivered smoke ghost assassin) to get what he wants.

But then Stannis scored points and his stock rose.  He was the only one to respond to the Night’s Watch calls for help, bringing his men to save the day during the Wildling attack.  He told Shireen that she was a princess and that he had always seen to it that she’d be treated accordingly despite her ailment.

GRRM convinced us. Go Stannis.  Kick out the dastardly Boltons. Punish them for their betrayal of the Starks. Save Sansa.

Alas, then there was what happened to Shireen and well, the battle became a conflict between two aholes (Bolton vs. Baratheon) and as often happens in life, you were left tepidly rooting for the lesser of two aholes.

What about Lady Melisandre?  Some powerful acting there. She presents herself as the consummate, unshaken true believer in the Lord of Light yet when the audience learns half of Stannis men have fled with the horses, you can see the look of defeat in her eyes.

Here’s a question – would you keep fighting for a guy who cooked his daughter alive? Could that have been a big reason why his troops skeedaddled?

SIDENOTE: Will the Red Woman resurrect Jon Snow?  Tough call.

1) We’re not sure if she can.  Sometimes it is implied that she’s full of shit.  She might have no magic power and all she does is pull creepy sayings out of her ass, throw a few powders into the fire, put on a little show and then she has the patronage and support of a rich royal family.  She all but said that in a prior episode.

2)  But she might be able do.  I mean, hell, the woman did push a smokey ghost assassin out of her cooter, so bringing a dead man back to life should be a piece of cake.

3) Kit Harington, the actor who played Jon Snow, has already said in interviews that Jon isn’t coming back.  I mean, that still doesn’t mean it’s impossible but it’s something to keep in mind.  (Would an actor say, “Oh yeah!  Don’t worry!  The Red Woman will bring me back!” if that was going to happen?)

Still, I kind of doubt that’s going to happen.

SANSA AND REEK – Hey um, I’m surprised I’m the only one asking this, but are they dead?  They’re pretty much dead, aren’t they?

The show runners were made a point to show the viewer just how tall that damn wall was, that there weren’t any beds of feathers or wagons full of pillows waiting at the bottom, and we even saw a person fall to her death from the inner side so…Sansa and Reek jumped just after Sansa declared she’d rather die than be tortured any more so uh….I don’t know.  I fail to see how they’d of survived that fall but we didn’t see any bodies so I guess we wait until next season.

I have to say if Sansa dies it will be yet another, “God damn it.  Another character I rooted for taken from me.”

ARYA

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN: Arya continues her training

WHAT DID HAPPEN:  Arya goes blind.  I don’t know why.  The Faceless Men have rules and she broke them.

THE KHALEESI 

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN: I wanted a damn explanation as to how the Khaleesi’s buddies survived the Sons of the Harpy attack after being abandoned by their Queen when she went on a dragon joyride.  Also, I wanted her to return and continue to lead her army into Westeros, since now, without Jon Snow, she’s pretty much that continent’s only hope.

WHAT DID HAPPEN: The Khaleesi is captured by the Dothraki and this time does not have Khal Drogo to protect her.  Hopefully, Mormont and Daario will find her in time.

But keep in mind, we’re onto your tricks, GRRM.  We won’t be surprised if you have the Khaleesi get burned up by one of her dragons or killed by the Dothraki or something.

Hell, just give the Iron Throne to Sam Tarly or Hodor and be done with it.

Real life?  You never get what you want and that’s why you never get what you want on this show either.

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And Now a Message from 1940’s Actress Liddie Laurent

DIRECTOR:  ACTION!

Liddie Laurent, 1940's Starlet of Stage and Screen

Liddie Laurent, 1940’s Starlet of Stage and Screen

LIDDIE:  Darling 3.5 readers!  How lovely for you to be here today!  I’m positively…no, this won’t do at all. Cease production posthaste!

DIRECTOR:  CUT!  What’s wrong, Liddie?

LIDDIE:  I do not understand this scene at all, Mr. Chesterfield.  This role is dreadful!  Someone get my agent on the telephone machine immediately!

DIRECTOR:  It’s just a commercial, Liddie.

LIDDIE:  A commercial?  A COMMERCIAL! Sir, I’ll have you know I was the leading lady in One Kiss Till Midnight and yet you’d think so little of a performer of my talents as to subject me to a life of hawking toothpaste and toiletries to the cheap and tawdry masses?

DIRECTOR: It’s not a commercial for toothpaste and toiletries.

LIDDIE: It might as well be! This is how it starts you know. One minute I’m the star of Tap Dance to Toolaroo and the next minute I’m peddling television dinners for lowly house fraus too lazy to cook for their husbands!

DIRECTOR: Come on Liddie, get it together. All right, people!  Let’s take it from the top.   In 3…

LIDDIE:  Oh I simply cannot work under these conditions! The complaint I shall file on this production with the Thespian’s Society shall be copious and voluminous and another thing…

DIRECTOR: …2…1…ACTION!

LIDDIE: Darling 3.5 readers! How lovely for you to be here today! I’m positively delighted to see you.  Come closer so I might tell you the wonderful news. Pop Culture Mysteries is available on Wattpad. Now, you’ll have a second option to…no.  No!  No!  NO! This simply will not do Mr. Chesterfield!

DIRECTOR: CUT! Liddie, what now?

LIDDIE: “Wattpad?”  What in the name of the Kaiser’s pointy helmet is a Wattpad? This is gibberish sir! I don’t know who the charlatan is who wrote this rubbish but whoever he is he should be put back on the hobo train from whence he came, never to darken my doorstep again!

DIRECTOR: Wattpad.  Wattpad.  It’s uh..

LIDDIE:  You have no idea do you?

DIRECTOR: It’s 1949, Liddie! How am I supposed to know?

LIDDIE: How absolutely wretched!  I’m being asked to sell something and I have no idea what it even is.

DIRECTOR: It’s a wattpad! You know, it’s a pad you rub on your feet when they’re itchy or something.

LIDDIE: Mr. Chesterton! For shame, sir! For shame! You dare drag me…me?! The star of Sunshine is for Lovers, all the way to this abysmal shack you call a set and ask me to sell foot pads! No! Never!

DIRECTOR: Liddie, not for nothing, but I’ve got a line around the block of a bunch of younger, prettier broads who’d step over their grandmothers for this part.

(LIDDIE WALKS ACROSS THE SET AND SLAPS THE DIRECTOR ACROSS THE FACE)

LIDDIE: The nerve! I’ll have you know I’m not a day over twenty-five or I’m a monkey’s uncle!

DIRECTOR: Someone get her a banana.

(ANOTHER SLAP THEN LIDDIE WALKS OFF)

LIDDIE: Bring my car around, Lattimore! I shan’t be treated in this shoddy manner! Wait until the scandal sheets learn that the star of Save Luck for a Rainy Day was treated like common riff raff!

Liddie Laurent. Coming soon to Pop Culture Mysteries…assuming we can get her to chill out and be cool.

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Pop Culture Mysteries – Case File #001 – Here’s a Story

Jake Hatcher, Official Bookshelf Battle Blog Private Eye

Jake Hatcher, Official Bookshelf Battle Blog Private Eye

A husband.  A wife.  Six kids, three from the man’s first marriage, three from the wife’s.

And a housekeeper who’s as loyal as a highly trained doberman is to its master.

The Brady Bunch aired on ABC from 1969 to 1974.  They’re often looked back on as a bastion of wholesomeness, a tame group who got along a lot better than most families do today.

Still, for the time, the subject matter was a bit risqué.  Men and women with kids from past marriages (or hell, past flings even) get married all the time, but in those days, it was a taboo topic for television.

Kids just don’t pop out of thin air.  There had to have been two other people involved in this story.

What happened to Mike Brady’s first wife?

What happened to Carol Brady’s first husband?

My employer, Bookshelf Q. Battler, was dying to know and thus began my first Pop Culture Mystery.

Want to know what happened to the original Brady Bunch spouses?

Well, you could throw a football to your brother, but you might break your sister’s schnozola in the process.

Better play it safe and read these fine tales instead:

Part 1 – Delilah walks her getaway sticks to a coffee shop, where I’m having a helluva time adjusting to modern sensibilities.  Can’t get a black coffee for less than a King’s ransom.  Can’t smoke without the whole joint coming down on you like a ton of bricks.  Did the Nazis have a comeback while I was asleep?

Part 2 – Agnes the Librarian comes to my aid, helping navigate the complicated world of the modern beep boop machine.  I miss the old days when a computer was the size of a warehouse and only the government had them.

Part 3 – I twist the lid off this mystery like it’s a jar of three week old pickles.  If you want to find out what happened to Mike’s first wife and Carol’s first husband, read on.

(I’m told you can watch the Brady’s antics now on something called Hulu.  I have no idea what that is because I’m from 1955.  I assume it’s something you’ll need a beep boop machine for.)

Do you have a Pop Culture Mystery? Put Hatcher on the case! Tweet your questions about movies, television, music, books and entertainment to @bookshelfbattle or leave them in the comments on the Bookshelf Battle Blog.

Copyright (C) Bookshelf Q. Battler 2015. All Rights Reserved.

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Pop Culture Mysteries – Enter the Blonde – Parts 1-6

By:  Jake Hatcher, Official Bookshelf Battle Private Eye

Jake Hatcher, Official Bookshelf Battle Private Eye

Jake Hatcher, Official Bookshelf Battle Private Eye

Dames.  They’re a dime a dozen until one day one passes by and makes your jaw drop faster than a 1929 stock ticker.

Delilah K. Donnelly. Now that’s one attorney I wouldn’t mind handling my pro bono.

Get your mind out of the gutter, degenerates.  All I’m saying is when it comes to dinero I’m broker than a piñata full of candy at a kids’ birthday party, and I could use the gal’s advice on all the mysteries coming my way.

After all, she’s the one bringing them to me.

My new employer, one Bookshelf Q. Battler, is some kind of whacko who spends all his time thinking about popular culture.  Movies, television, music, books, entertainment – he can’t get enough of it.

But his obsession means he’s full of questions.

Delilah serves as a go-between, an intermediary, if you will.  The nerd thinks up the mysteries, the dame delivers them and who solves them?

Yours truly.

Want to know how this whole arrangement began?  You’re going to have to pop on your spectacles and do some reading, Jack.

Delilah K. Donnelly, In-House Counsel for the Bookshelf Battle Blog

Delilah K. Donnelly, In-House Counsel for the Bookshelf Battle Blog

Part 1 – I return to my office on a dark and stormy night only to find a blonde dame sitting in my deskchair.  She knows so much about me that it makes me uncomfortable.  Hell, the broad even knows everything about my ex-wives.

Part 2 – The gal reads me my whole life’s story. Odd, since I knew it already. It’s almost like she was doing it for the benefit of 3.5 readers. Also, I dish details about a top secret mission I was involved in during World War II.

Part 3 – The blonde introduces herself as Delilah K. Donnelly.  She’s a lawyer, which is too bad, because I’ve never met a member of the bar that didn’t make me clutch my wallet tighter.  Come to think of it, this lawyer makes me want to clutch something else…

Part 4 – Delilah provides me a letter from an odd fella who wants me to work for him.

Part 5 – Cunning counselor that she is, Delilah presents an iron clad contract to me.

Part 6 – Do I sign it?  Feast your peepers and find out.

No blondes were entered during the production of this story.  One did enter a room though, hence the title.  

Do you have a Pop Culture Mystery?  Put Hatcher on the case!  Tweet your questions about movies, television, music, books and entertainment to @bookshelfbattle or leave them in the comments on the Bookshelf Battle Blog.

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Movie Review – Jurassic World (2015)

Dun dun…dun dun!  Da da dun da dun dun dun!

That was me trying to type the Jurassic Park/World theme song.

Nevermind.  OBLIGATORY SPOILER WARNING.

To paraphrase Jeff Goldblum’s line from the original film, this franchise, like life, keeps finding a way.

Bookshelf Q. Battler here with a review of this summer’s blockbuster dino-fest Jurassic World.

Movie Trailer – Jurassic World – Universal Pictures

Do you remember Jurassic Park?  I do.  As a kid, I spazzed out over the movie’s sheer awesomeness.  In fact, that flick was the first to use CGI on a massive scale to bring dinosaurs to life, thus ushering in an era of computer generated monsters, beasts and assorted bad guys.

In short, it blew peoples’ minds, mine included.  The best description I can give is for me, seeing Jurassic Park was probably a lot like how young people felt when they saw Star Wars in 1977.

The only downside?  Are we at the peak of what special effects can do?  Are we spoiled now?  Are we used to CGI?  Will someone ever figure out some other awesome thing to do in a movie that will knock our socks off, leaving a new generation of kids’ jaws to drop the way mine did when I saw the first film in this series?

Time will tell, but a movie growing public that’s grown used to the wonders of CGI reminds me of the line uttered by Chris Pratt’s character Owen Grady – “Aren’t dinosaurs enough?”

He asks that in response to Bryce Howard’s Claire, the administrator of the new Jurassic World theme park, who notes that every few years a new and even more fearsome dinosaur has to be created to keep the public’s attention.

Sorry Owen.  In theory, you’re right.  Dinosaurs should be enough and so should a steady diet of CGI effects dished out by Hollywood over the past twenty plus years.

But it never is.  Once the “wow factor” dissipates, whatever wowed us becomes yesterday’s news and we’re left wanting something bigger and better.

Here, we find it in the form of the Indominus Rex, the super dinosaur engineered to bring tourists to the park but alas, and perhaps as can be expected in these movies, he escapes, thus giving Owen a Claire a run for their money.

Owen is a dinosaur handler on the island working on a project to train raptors to work with humans.  The raptors were arguably scarier than the T-Rex in the first film.  Sure, the T-Rex might stomp or chomp you but the highly intelligent raptors will haunt you in a pack and find you wherever you’re hiding.

Raptors as the good guys in this film?  Say it ‘aint so!

There’s plenty of homages to the original film.  There’s a nerd with a soda cup and a messy work station ala Dennis Nedry (Wayne Knight who went on to become Jerry Seinfeld’s arch enemy Newman).  Claire’s nephews (the children in peril in this film) find a long discarded goggle hat similar to the one Tim wore when he and his sister Lex where the children in peril in the original.  Mr. DNA makes a cameo.  And of course, there’s a statue of John Hammond.

I don’t want to give much more away but suffice to say, it lives up to the hype and since the original, it is the first sequel to do Michael Crichton’s vision justice.

Sadly, we lost Crichton in 2008, but his books and the movies based on them live on.  After watching Jurassic Park, I ran out and got a copy of the book and I remember being inspired by a man who didn’t make his way into the entertainment industry through the usual route (i.e. I’ll jaunt off to Hollywood and see what happens!) but rather as a doctor who took his scientific/medical knowledge and used it to churn out stories that kept us in suspense.

Chris Pratt continues to inspire nerds everywhere.  Honestly, when you first started watching Parks and Recreation, did you think the guy playing Andy would ever find himself as a summer blockbuster leading man two years in a row?  He’s not that cookie cutter, exceptionally handsome dude that looks like he got yanked off the Hollywood assembly line that we’ve grown used to.  Rather, he kind of looks like a guy we’d want to have a beer with after the movie.

Bryce plays the bean counting administrator well, obsessed with work and dollars only to realize the gravity of the situation when the Indominus goes for a stroll.

Dr. Wu (B.D. Wong of Law and Order fame), was in the first film and he reprises his role here.  SPOILER ALERT – he runs of with some dino DNA, thus leaving this reviewer to speculate that the door is opened for yet another sequel.

It’ll have to be awesome, because apparently, the average, run of the mill dinosaur just isn’t good enough anymore.

STATUS:  Shelf Worthy

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And Now a Word from Our Sponsor (Lightning Infused Toaster Pastry Toilet Death Awareness)

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BEN AFFLECK:  Hello.  I’m acclaimed motion picture star Ben Affleck.  Everything I’ve been in has been great.

Gigli?

Neverheard of it.  Will you people get over it, already?  Look, you’d make any movie if you were dating J. Lo and…nope.  Nevermind. We’re not hear to talk about that.  We’re hear to talk about a horrendous illness that is sweeping across the globe.

LADY GAGA:  Gosh, Ben!  What is it?

BEN AFFLECK:  It’s a physical condition that’s uglier than that dress you’ve got on, Gaga.

JOE NAMATH:  It sounds awful, Ben.

BEN AFFLECK:  It sure does legendary football star Joe Namath.

KERMIT THE FROG:  Hi Ho Ben, why don’t you just tell us what it is already?

BEN AFFLECK:  LITPTD

AL ROKER:  Say what?!

BEN AFFLECK:  LITPTD, or in laymen’s terms, “Lightning Infused Toaster Pastry Toilet Death.”

CROWD OF CELEBRITIES ON STAGE GASPS

IGGY AZALEA:  Crikey, Ben!  What in the deep digeridoo is that?

BEN AFFLECK:  Every year, thousands of people die after eating a toaster pastry infused with a concentrated lightning bolt. It’s not their fault.  Lightning infused toaster pastries are so damn delicious that no mortal is able to resist.  Sadly, what goes in must come out and sure enough, the lightning comes out in a big way.  Too big for the human body to handle…usually while the afflicted individual is sitting on the toilet.

KERMIT THE FROG:  Did you say, “usually?”

BEN AFFLECK:  I did.  Unfortunately, the best case scenario for a LITPTD sufferer is to die whilst on the commode.  Of course, we’ve all seen the news stories about LITPTD afflicted individuals rolling over in the middle of the night and taking out their spouses who happen to be sleeping in bed with them.  Of course, our hearts and prayers go out to those poor folks who were attending a telemarketer convention when one of the attendees inflicted by LITPTD wasn’t able to find a bathroom in time and accidentally took out an entire seminar on how to call people during dinner.

KERMIT THE FROG:  Did you say thousands of people suffer from this?  Is LITPD really that common?

BEN AFFLECK:  Yes, Kermit. Right now as we speak, someone is dying on the toilet while trying to push out a lightning bolt that was consumed in the form of a toaster pastry.

NICKI MINAJ:  (Sweetly) Only cherry toaster pastries though, right? (ANGRILY) – BECAUSE TO DIE FROM AN ORANGE TOASTER PASTRY WOULD BE A FRIGHTENING SIGHT!

BEN AFFLECK:  No Nicki.  Lightning can strike any flavor of toaster pastry and make it extra delicious and hard to resist, despite the fact that eating it results in a certain, painful, and exceptionally hilarious death.  Strawberry.  Chocolate.  Vanilla.  No toaster pastry is safe from becoming a vessel of impending doom.

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE:  What can we do, Ben?

BEN AFFLECK:  What celebrities do best, Justin.  We can raise awareness.

CELEBRITIES GATHER TOGETHER AND BREAK OUT INTO SONG

Cure LITPTD Today

By: A Gaggle of Concerned Celebrities

ALL:

There’s a rumble in my tummy!

I don’t know what to do!

Oh lightning infused toaster pastry!

Why did I eat you?

You looked so delicious.

So I ate the entire thing.

But now out of my backside…

A damn lightning bolt will fling!

Whoa…whoa..whoa…CURE!

CURE LIGHTNING INFUSED TOASTER PASTRY TOILET DEATH!

Won’t you donate today and make this madness go away?

Whoa…whoa…whoa..CURE!

CURE LIGHTNING INFUSED TOASTER PASTRY TOILET DEATH!

Cure it today and make it safe to go to the bathroom again….

ATTORNEY DONNELLY SAYS:  This is just a parody.  Literally, none of the above mentioned celebrities participated in a telethon/music video to raise awareness for Lightning Infused Toaster Pastry Toilet Death.  None of them said any of these horrible things.

BQB:  Because they didn’t care?

ATTORNEY DONNELLY:  Because there isn’t such an affliction!

BQB:  Could of fooled me!  I’m still sitting on a prescription butt pillow!

Image courtesy of Eggib on openclipart.org.

BQB and the Meaning of Life returns this Saturday.

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You Can’t Argue with Science: Dr. Hugo Reminds You of BQB and The Meaning of Life

Guten tag, mein leipshin!

Dr. Hugo Von Science

Dr. Hugo Von Science

It is I, Dr. Hugo Von Science here mit mein column, “You Can’t Argue With Science.”

You really can’t, can you?  Go on.  Try it.  Argue with a molecule and see where it gets you.  Nowhere.

Perhaps you remember me from one of my amazing inventions:

  • The Super Collider Walnut Cracker – Harnesses the power of the super collider to send molecules hurtling at unimaginable speeds for the purpose of cracking mein delicious walnuts.
  • Chimpanzee Mind Control Helmets – Have you ever wanted to live vicariously through a chimp?  Now you can.  You’re welcome.
  • The Spoiler Stratifier – Tired of your favorite television shows being spoiled by people who have more time to watch TV than you do?  Try this special pair of ear buds that translates any spoiler uttered by a dufus into the sound of a Swiss man yodeling.

And of course…

  • The Stench-a-fier – Provide me with all the gold bars in the world or your cities will reek with the stench of a billion skunks dipped in old buttermilk and…woopsie!  That one isn’t perfected yet.  Mein bad.

Anyhoodles, have you forgotten all about Bookshelf Q. Battler and the Meaning of Life?  Of course you have, mein leipshin.  It’s all right.  You all have the brain capacity of a bunch of buzzing gnats.  It’s ok.  We all can’t be a distinguished Professor of Science at the Advanced Science Institute of Science University like yours truly, Dr. Hugo Von Science.

Here’s a refresher of BQB’s epic adventure:

Parts 1-5 – BQB dies on toilet after eating a lightning bolt that was concentrated into a pop tart.  In death, his spirit guide, William Shakespeare, advises him to seek the meaning of life.  Critics praise the tale, especially the intense realism as well as the author’s bold gambit in educating the world about the scourge of toilet/lightning related fatalities.

Parts 6-13 – Our hero is given a second chance at life and recovers from his injuries at the Bookshelf Battle Compound.  Various tiny book characters apologize for causing his injury.  BQB decides that the secret of life must rest in the brain of the Great Guru, a wise man who lives high atop a mountain smack dab in the middle of the civil war plagued island of Pango Tango.  The inhabitants have been massacring each other for years over an argument as to which side is most peaceful.  (Yes, you read that right.)

Pop Culture Mysteries returns in July with a special episode in which Detective Jake Hatcher investigates whether Han or Greedo from Star Wars shot first.

In the meantime, you can start reading Jake’s quest to figure out what happened to the original Brady Bunch spouses.

What do you think happened to them, mein leipshin?  Personally, I don’t think Mike or Carol had first spouses.  I bet the Brady children were cloned in a lab, but that just could be mein bias for, as you know, I am a man of science.

And you can’t argue with science.

Toodle-ooo herrs unt frauleins!

Dr. Hugo Von Science is a Distinguished Professor of Science at the Advanced Science Institute of Science University.  He has patented over a bazillion inventions and may or may not be attempting to conquer the world in his spare time.  His column, “You Can’t Argue with Science” is a recurring feature on the Bookshelf Battle Blog.

Mad scientist photo courtesy of shutterstock.com

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Pop Culture Mysteries – Case File #001 – Here’s a Story (Part 3)

PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES…

READ:

PART 1 PART 2

AND NOW THE POP CULTURE MYSTERIES CONTINUE…

I returned to my office, worn out and weary after a day of shaking the beep boop machines to see what would fall out vis a vis the mystery of what happened to the original Brady Bunch spouses.

Correction – I let Agnes the Librarian do all the work.  This new fangled technology confuses me more than Chinese Algebra translated into Greek.

Like a monk studying a holy book, I poured over the printouts Agnes made for me and came up with the following:

OBSERVATION – Though tame by today’s standards, the Brady Bunch was ahead of its time.

Hatcher ponders the possibilities.

Hatcher ponders the possibilities.

No matter what happened to the original Brady Bunch spouses, one thing became apparent to this sleuth after watching a few episodes:

Mixed/blended families were not a big staple of old television.

Hell, I remember watching a few sitcoms in the early 1950’s.  When the show called for a night time scene, the mother and father would be shown sleeping in separate beds, as if the fictional characters weren’t canoodling like a pair of jackrabbits when the cameras were off.

I’m still getting up to speed on all the pop culture I missed, but I’m fairly certain Mr. and Mrs. Brady were one of the first TV couples to share a bed on camera.

And if you can imagine that it wasn’t easy getting couples to share a bed on TV, it was yeoman’s work to get a show on the air that featured a man with kids marrying a woman with kids.  Happens all the time but for whatever reason, it used to be considered unseemly to talk about.

THEORY #1  The Original Brady Spouses Were Bumped Off

As a detective, one of the first tasks at hand is to establish motive.  Did someone have a reason to do something?  Someone having a reason to do something doesn’t automatically mean they did said thing but it can give you some insight into the case.

Mr. Brady’s Motive – None as far as I can see.  He was the only one bringing any money into the house. Why would a guy bump off his first wife just so he can marry some dame and dole out extra cash to raise her three kids?  Hell, he even had to keep a housekeeper on the payroll just to corral all those rugrats.  Doesn’t seem like a deal most fellas would sign up for, let alone kill for if you ask me.

Mrs. Brady’s Motive – To be a kept woman.  Carol never had a job and yet Alice the housekeeper did all the work around Casa del Brady.  Sure, it’s understandable that with six kids a woman might need an extra hand, but out of all the episodes Agnes the Librarian showed me on the library’s beep boop machine, I didn’t see Carol lift a single finger, fold a bed sheet, or even rinse out a pair of track marked underpants.

As said above, motive does not always mean guilt (or that a crime even occurred in the first place).  All I’m saying is if some rich architect broad wanted to give me a life where I could just sit back and let some happy go lucky housekeeper do all the work, I might tempted to outfit my wife for a pair of cement shoes.

Luckily, I’m not married at present.  And honestly, out of the three wives I loved and lost, Muffy’s the only ex that I’d seriously consider the proposition for.  And even then, I wouldn’t.  I might be many things, but a law breaker ‘aint one of them, Jack.

Conclusion – If there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my years as a law man, it’s this:

Few secrets last forever.  Sooner or later, they bubble up to the surface.

You’ve got a big house with six kids, a man, a woman, a housekeeper, an occasional cousin (Oliver) and regular visits from Sam the Butcher.  Had the original Brady spouses been put on ice, then someone would have noticed something off in the family dynamic and would have squealed louder than a prize pig at the county fair.

Thus, this detective concludes there was no foul play.

Theory #2 – Divorce

Splitsville.  Calling it quits.  The old dumparooni.  Make no mistake about it, divorce was a taboo topic back in the day.

I asked Agnes to run the stats on divorce between 1950 and today.  Here’s a chart that barked at me like a junkyard dog in search of a bone:

TOP REASONS GIVEN FOR DIVORCE BY YEAR

1950 – Husband attempted to murder me more than seven times and I’ve had enough. I hope Jesus will forgive me for breaking my vows.

1965 – Husband cheated on me fifty times and the fifty-first time was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I hope I don’t burn in hell for leaving.

1975 – Husband cheated on me ten times and hey, you other women can put up with more than that if you want but ten times is too many for this empowered female.  Vows schmows.

2000 – I hate my husband’s face.

2010:  I need more me time.

2015 – Husband farted in my presence, broke my fantasy of living in an ideal perfect marriage. Note to self:  find a fartless husband.

SOURCE: The Fake Institute for Made Up Research

See a pattern? As time progressed, people became more accepting of couples breaking their wedding vows like so many smashed dishes.

In the olden days, people either stayed together until the end of time and if they didn’t, then no one wanted to hear about it, especially on national television.

I determined Mike Brady and his first missus weren’t divorced.  More on that later.

First, here’s the intel I honed in on vis a vis Carol:

“Creator Sherwood Schwartz maintains Carol was divorced from her first husband, but nothing about it was mentioned on the series. At that time, divorce was a subject matter that was still considered largely taboo for television, particularly a series aimed at family audiences.”

Source: IMDB

Further, after viewing the first episode, The Honeymoon, which shows Mike and Carol getting married, Carol tells her parents, “I don’t know what I’d of done without you the past few years.”

Is that a vague clue?  Did Carol have to rely on her parents after her first marriage turned as sour as a six month old jug of buttermilk?

Another clue – Carol, before the wedding, tells Mike, “A few years ago I thought it was the end of the world…”

Why did Carol feel like it was the end of the world?  Perhaps because her first marriage blew up like a Tiajuana firecracker on Cinco de Mayo?

CONCLUSION:  Would that most of my cases wrap-up so easily.  Carol and her first fella broke up but the subject was considered too risqué to discuss on TV at the time.

THEORY 3 – Death

In the first episode, there’s a scene in which Bobby has hidden a picture of his biological mother, afraid that Carol wouldn’t approve of him having it displayed in his room.

Mike tells Bobby to put the picture back up, that he and Carol don’t want Bobby to forget about his mother, and that she’d be proud of him.

CONCLUSION:  Seems obvious that the first Mrs. Brady died from natural causes, though I suppose there could have been some kind of accident.  We aren’t told the details of the original Mrs. B’s demise, but it was obviously a tragic event that caused a lot of sadness in the male side of the Brady Bunch household.

Mr. Battler, for the sake of your 3.5 readers, I’ll wrap this report up with some info about the show:

THE BRADY BUNCH

Years on air – 1969-1974

CREATOR:

Sherwood Schwartz

ACTORS/ACTRESSES:

Robert Reed (Mike Brady)

Florence Henderson (Carol Brady)

Ann B. Davis (Alice Nelson aka Alice the Housekeeper)

Maureen McCormick (Marcia Brady)

Eve Plumb (Jan Brady)

Susan Olsen (Cindy Brady)

Barry Williams (Greg Brady)

Christopher Knight (Peter Brady)

Mike Lookinland (Bobby Brady)

WHERE TO STREAM IT:

Available on Hulu.  Though vague, the first episode provides answers as to what happened to the first Brady spouses.

FINAL OBSERVATIONS:  Parents.  Kids.  Love.  Happiness.  It’s what every family wants.  Ideally, it all lasts forever.  Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work out.  Sometimes the Man Upstairs makes a mess of your plans and takes a parent away or sometimes a couple isn’t able to make it work as a package deal.

Sometimes parts of families come together to “form a family.”  A new one.  Who are we to say that’s wrong?

Corny as it may seem today, The Brady Bunch was a pioneer when it came to putting mixed/blended families on television.

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Have a pop culture mystery?  Put Hatcher on the case!  Tweet your questions about movies, music, books, cultural happenings and more to @bookshelfbattle or drop it in the comments on bookshelfbattle.com

Copyright (C) Bookshelf Q. Battler 2015.  All rights reserved.

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The Martian Movie Trailer – An Inspiration for Self Publishers

Sure.  We click clack away on our keyboards whenever we find the time.  We like to daydream about our name in lights, that our words will be embraced by the public, that maybe they’ll even be turned into a movie.

Well, Andy Weir, walking talking self publishing success story that he is, has done just that.

The Martian, a movie based on his bestselling book of the same name, is due out later this year.  The trailer’s been released it it looks amazing:

Movie Trailer – The Martian – 20th Century Fox

“I’m going to have to science the shit out of this.”

– Astronaut Mark Watney

Matt Damon in the lead role.  An ensemble cast that includes Jeff Bridges, Jessica Chastain, Kate Mara (Zoe from freaking House of Cards!), Donald (Troy from Community!) and Kristen Wiig in a role which, from the looks of it, might be her bridge from comedy to more serious fare.

Earlier this year, Andy spoke to three of my favorite self-publishers, Johnny B. Truant, Sean Platt and David Wright aka Johnny, Sean and Dave of the “Self Publishing Podcast.”  He spoke how he wasn’t an overnight success story but rather his journey was one that involved years of pain staking hard work.

Read more about that show here. 

Rome wasn’t built in a day and your self publishing career won’t be either.

Andy, you’re an inspiration to every nerd with a laptop and a dream of becoming a self-published author.  You did it.  One man. One computer.  One story.  And now one major movie that has every indication of being box office gold.

I tip my hat to you sir, and shall raise a frosty beverage in your honor on opening night.  Your achievement has made it possible for a new generation of self publishers to be taken seriously and we are forever in your debt.

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Pop Culture Mysteries – Case File #001 – Here’s a Story – Part 2

PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES – CASE FILE #001:

PART 1 – Hatcher hates commies, fancy coffees, and angry dames in trousers.

And now Pop Culture Mysteries continues…

The LA Public Library.  The joint was lousy with books as far as the eye could see.  It was comforting because over the past year I’d kept hearing that they were going the way of the dodo bird.  I hope they don’t.  If there’s one thing this old shamus likes, it’s the feel of a printed page in my fingers as I pour through a volume of tall tales.

Iris the Librarian - She ran circles around Hatcher on the beep bop machine.

Agnes the Librarian – She ran circles around Hatcher on the beep boop machine.

They also had a bunch of beep boop machines and it became clear to me I was going to need access to one in order to solve my first pop culture mystery.  Ms. Donnelly’s men had yet to bring the ones promised me to my office.  That was aces in my book.  I wasn’t looking forward to having them.

As I sat there in front of one of the machines, I scratched my head and probably bore a close resemblance to the first caveman to ever see fire.  I tapped a key.  Nothing.  I tapped another one.  Nothing again.  I tapped a third one.  This message popped up on the screen:

An error of type 110147 has occurred.

“So fix it up and get it going, fella,”  I replied out loud.  “Come on now.  I don’t have all day to spend on this nonsense.  I’ve got a serious caper to sniff out, see?”

“SHHH!!!!”

I looked up to my left to find an old gray haired bird who was tickling the keys of her beep boop machine like she was a Jazz man in front of a baby grand.

“Sir,”  the old lady said.  “You know the computer doesn’t talk to you.”

“It doesn’t?”  I asked.  “Then what the hell is it good for?”

“What are you trying to do?”  the gal asked.  “I’m one of the librarians here.  Maybe I can help you.”

“I need to find whatever I can about an architect,”  I replied.  “Some swarthy curly haired gent who went by the name of Brady.”

“You should pull up the Internet,” the old woman said.

“The whatternet?”

“Oh,”  the lady said.  “I don’t know how to explain it to you, young man.  The computers talk to each other and share information?”

“That went over my head higher than the cow did when he jumped over the moon, ma’am.”

The old gal sighed and took the key typer thing away from me.  She ran her fingers on the keys and made the beep bop machine throw up a screen with a blank box on it.

I sat there like a useless bump on a log, watching the broad as she typed in the words, “B-R-A-D-Y…B-U-N-C-H.”

“That was one of my favorite shows,”  the lady said.  “Yours too I suppose?”

“Never seen it,”  I replied.

While the librarian surfed the Interwhatever, I opened up the file Delilah had brought me and read Bookshelf Q. Battler’s marching orders:

Detective Hatcher,

Here’s the story…of a lovely lady.  She was bringing up three very lovely girls.  All of them had hair of gold…like their mother….the youngest one in curls.

Here’s the story of a man named Brady.  He was busy bringing up three boys of his own.  They were four men living all together.  Yet, they were all alone.

I didn’t write that.  That’s the theme song to the classic TV show, The Brady Bunch starring Robert Reed as Michael and Florence Henderson as Carol Brady.

The lyrics go on:

“Till the one day when this lady met this fellow and they knew that it must be more than a hunch, that this group must somehow form a family…that’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch.”

That’s how the song goes, but it’s rather convenient, is it?  That’s how the group became a family?  That’s all that happened?  Just sweep the past of what happened before Mike met Carol under the rug, right?  Nothing to see here folks.  Move along.

If you ask me, the whole thing smells worse than an open sewer grate.  Mike Brady had three sons and no wife.  Carol Brady had three daughters and no husband.

What happened to Mike Brady’s first wife, Hatcher?  What happened to Carol Brady’s first husband?

Your first pop culture mystery – “What the hell happened to the original Brady spouses?”

Godspeed, Hatcher.  My 3.5 readers demand an answer to this baffling conundrum.

Yours truly,

Bookshelf Q. Battler.

I closed the file and looked at the Brady Bunch fan website the old librarian lady had managed to pull up.  She was a sweet old gal who reminded me of my grandmother, complete with a need to stop every five minutes and offer me a butterscotch candy, which I accepted eagerly.  It reminded me of the good old days, a simpler time when you could accept candy from a stranger without ending up in a hospital.

Her name was Agnes and on her own computer she was looking up information about high blood pressure remedies for her old husband Herbert, who she told me was at home sick in bed and feeling lousier than the floor of a bus station bathroom after a three day weekend.

She was happy to have my company and I was glad to have her help.  Win-win.

“I have a grandson your age,”  the old gal said.  “He makes fun of me all the time, telling me I don’t know anything about computers, but boy howdy, you really know nothing.”

I moved that little thing they call a mouse around but nothing happened.

“You been living under a rock for awhile, son?”

“Something like that,”  I replied.  “Wanna do a sleuth a kindness and ask this contraption to figure out what happened to Mr. Brady’s first wife?”

“Oh,” Agnes said.  “You know, that’s a good question.  I watched that show for years and never once thought to think about what happened to the first Mrs. Brady.”

“Well,’  I said.  “It’s a good question, isn’t it?  Did she dump Mike and run off with the milk man?   Did Mike ship her off to a convent?  Did she have a nervous breakdown and get carted off to a rubber room by the men in the white lab coats?  Did he push the broad down a flight of stairs, make like it was an accident to the cops and collect a big pay day from the insurance company?  God Sakes Alive, Agnes! This man might have chopped his first wife into a million pieces and buried her under his front porch for all we know.”

“Your mind goes a mile a minute,”  Agnes said.  “Just like my grandson’s.”

“And what about Carol’s first fella?” I asked.  “Was Carol a cold fish and he couldn’t take the celibate lifestyle any longer?  Did he come home one night too many reeking of cheap booze and the perfume of an even cheaper hussy?  Did she lose control and hack him to bits with a butcher knife?  Strangle him in his sleep?  Blow him away with a 12-gauge and dissolve the body in an acid bath?  That’s how I’d do it.  Not that I would, but if I had to, I mean.  Christ, I hope the poor man either passed away from natural causes or at the very least maybe he and Carol had an amicable split.”

“It’s all very interesting,”  old Agnes said, “But why are you so preoccupied with this?  It was just a silly TV show.”

“Never you mind, Agnes,”  I replied.  “Do some typey typey on this weirdo device, will ya?  See what you can come up with.  I’m gonna hit the head.”

Detective Jake Hatcher is on the case.  Well, Agnes the Librarian is anyway.  Hatcher has to tinkle.  See how this caper unfolds in the next installment of Pop Culture Mysteries!

Copyright Bookshelf Q. Battler (2015)  All Rights Reserved.

Old lady librarian photo courtesy of a shutterstock.com license.

Attorney Donnelly notes that the first Brady Bunch spouses were not murdered or otherwise dispatched via foul play and that part of this post is just a joke.

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