May the 4th be with you…ha! Get it? Get it?
Because…you know…the 4th…sounds like “force?”
Oh forget it and watch the trailer again:
May the 4th be with you…ha! Get it? Get it?
Because…you know…the 4th…sounds like “force?”
Oh forget it and watch the trailer again:
By: Alien Jones, Intergalactic Correspondent
Greetings Earth Losers. It is I, Alien Jones, the most intelligent being in the cosmos, here with an important public service announcement.
Perhaps one day you one of you humans might turn off your TV, your computer, your cell phone, your iPad, your iWatch, or your iWhatever and do something crazy like, oh I don’t know, venture outside your dwelling and take in some your planet’s fresh air.
Actually, that’s not advisable as you clowns have evaporated your ozone layer, what with your body sprays and fancy butt perfumes and all, but I digress.
While your outside, you may encounter what we in the intergalactic exploration business refer to as an “Unidentified Flying Object.”
That’s a bit of a misnomer. To you, it’s unidentified. To us, it’s those damn Moloklaxons, the jerk faces of the universe.
While most civilized alien worlds banned the practice of abduction over a thousand years ago, the Moloklaxons feel there is nothing more hilarious to do on a Saturday night than to beam an unsuspecting human into their craft, fly all over the galaxy, perform disturbing nether region probes, then drop said human off in the middle of the nowhere, making sure to dose said human with a gallon of Kentucky bourbon so that the Earth authorities will write the abduction victim off as a drunkard or kook.
If you see such a spaceship in your vicinity – run! And if the Moloklaxons tell you that they must abduct you in the name of intergalactic science, know this a hoax, as they are not acting in accordance with intergalactic law.
I’m glad I was able to clear up this important question, Earth losers. Meanwhile, if you have any more questions, you should submit them to Bookshelf Q. Battler who will forward them to me. Drop them in the comments on this blog, on BQB’s Google Plus, or tweet them to @bookshelfbattle
Finally, I’m contractually obligated to remind you that the epic blog serial story, “Bookshelf Q. Battler and the Meaning of Life” will begin right here on bookshelfbattle.com on May 15.
I’m not prominently featured in this tale so really, I could give three craps if you read it.
Alien Jones (aka Lord Alien of House Jones) is the Intergalactic Correspondent for the Bookshelf Battle Blog, on a mission to raise Earth’s collective intelligence levels one question at a time. Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy One? Tweet it to @bookshelfbattle on Twitter, leave it in the comments on bookshelfbattle.com, or stop by Bookshelf Battle on Google Plus. If he likes your question, he might even promote your book, blog, other project in his answer.
SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTARY BY DR. HUGO VONSCIENCE, HEAD SCIENTIST AT THE ADVANCED SCIENCE INSTITUTE OF SCIENCE UNIVERSITY
Guten Tag, Herr 3.5 Readers!
It is I, Dr. Hugo Von Science! Perhaps you recognize me from my many wunderbar inventions:
And last but certainly not least:
Anyhow, I’d like to say a few words about my former student, Mr. Bookshelf Q. Battler, who took every class I taught at the Advanced Science Institute.
In fact, BQB’s assistance was instrumental in securing a patent for the Incredible Exploding Chinchilla. We were able to secure all legal rights to the invention, thus stopping those lesser bastards at Science Tech from their foolish plan to develop exploding ferrets.
Exploding ferrets. Like that would ever work.
BQB is a wise man, an intelligent man, and a generous man. In fact, he spotted me a portrait of Andrew Jackson just to say all this. That’s just the kind of guy he is.
But what you really need to know is that his epic story, Bookshelf Q. Battler and the Meaning of Life is coming to your computer screens on May 15. It’s going to be a blog serial, meaning every day throughout the summer, he’ll post a bite size chunk of his adventure tale right here on bookshelfbattle.com
The best part? He’s doing it for free! (Which makes sense because between you and me I suggested to him that he should spot you all a portrait of Andrew Jackson if he wants anyone to read it).
Whatever you do, be sure to read the part where I, the illustrious Dr. Hugo Von Science make a brief cameo in this stinkenheimer of a story.
By the way, I also hear mumblings that BQB has yet another series dropping on this blog on June 1. I have no involvement in that one because he’s thus far only been referring to it as “Project X.”
MARK YOUR CALENDARS
BQB AND THE MEANING OF LIFE – May 15
PROJECT X – June 1
It may or may not involve exploding chinchillas. You know what? Just assume there won’t be any exploding chinchillas in Project X and then you will be pleasantly surprised if there are some. (Or surprised if there aren’t any, if you’re one of those namby pambies who can’t appreciate a good exploding chinchilla.
Finally, I just want to point out that BQB’s strongest subject has never been math. He claims as some kind of a joke that he only has 3.5 readers but he just told me his blog has around 900 followers.
Such a poor math student. That reminds me – due to poor calculations, BQB’s first one hundred chinchilla test subjects did not even explode. It was only when I pointed out to him that he forgot to carry the one was he able to explode chinchillas at a fast and furious pace.
Either way, if you haven’t followed the Bookshelf Battle Blog, now’s the time to do so because you’ll be able to take in free serialized stories on this blog all summer long.
And who knows? I might return to talk more about scientific happenings of a scientific nature.
Danke schön,
Dr. Hugo Von Science
Head Scientist
Advanced Science Institute of Science University
Mad scientist photo courtesy of a shutterstock.com license.
Nerds are foaming at the mouth:
EXPERT ANALYSIS BY BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER, THE NERDIEST OF THEM ALL
It looks great! This Christmas…celebrate the birth of Christ and…yeah yeah yeah bring on STAR WARS!
Meanwhile, the first six films are available on digital download for the first time in forever. Have you downloaded any of them yet? Which one is your favorite?
According to Yale Professor Meg Urry in a CNN column, “When Can We Talk to Aliens?” astronomers estimate that there may be as many as 40 billion habitable planets in the Milky Way Galaxy alone.
That’s not even taking other galaxies into consideration.
Space – it’s really friggin’ big.
Does this mean those planets have intelligent life on them? We don’t know. But Urry states:
Intelligent life that can communicate via radio waves with other intelligent life is less than 100 years old here on Earth.
So while planets that develop simple forms of life may be a dime a dozen, the number that have sentient beings with whom to converse — even assuming they evolved as humans did, with ears and spoken language, or eyes and written language — is likely to be tiny. And life that can use radio waves has existed on Earth for only 0.000002% of the planet’s history — 100 years out of 4.5 billion. If the half dozen or so rocky, Earth-like exoplanets now known are similar, the odds of discovering humanlike life on them are about the same as, well, winning your state lottery with one ticket.
Of course, if there are 40 billion Earth-like planets out there, the odds improve quite a bit. If they all have histories like the Earth’s, there might be 1,000 planets in the Milky Way that could support communicative beings.
– Meg Urry, “When Can We Talk to Aliens?” CNN. April 2015.
Let’s break this down.
40 billion habitable planets – and that’s just in our galaxy. However, habitability does not automatically mean life exists, or that intelligent life exists.
On top of that, if intelligent beings are out there, they will have had to have evolved to the point where they know how to communicate via radio waves in order for us to communicate with them. We’ve only figured that out in the past hundred years, the blink of an eye given the vast expanse of human history.
Take that concern into consideration – 1,000 planets that could possibly have beings as intelligent as we are (and let’s face it, Alien Jones loves to remind us that we’re not exactly setting the intelligence bar high)
My mind is blown. True, we have no idea of truly knowing that which we cannot confirm with our eyes.
However, statistically speaking…40 billion habitable planets…1,000 planets that could have possibly had a species that evolved to the point where they can communicate with technology of some kind.
There very well may be an alien on another planet that is a bizarro version of me, writing a blog that is only read by 3.5 readers, including an alien version of my Aunt Gertrude.
Amazing. Simply amazing.
If you’re reading this aliens, we come in peace. Let us learn from one another in the spirit of unity and harmony.
Also, please don’t invade our planet and eat our faces.
BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER: Alien Jones, why didn’t you tell me there might be 1,000 planets with beings as smart as we are?
ALIEN JONES: Because they’re all smarter than you are. 1,000 planets and not one of them has reality television. Zing. Thank you. I’m here all week. Tip your waitresses. Good night everybody.
Sigh. I really wanted to like this one.
Director Neil Blomkamp hit a home run his first time at bat with 2009’s District 9, attracting a rare Oscar nomination for a Sci-Fi flick. Critics weren’t big on his follow-up Elysium with Matt Damon but this blogger thought it was actually pretty decent.
So when I saw previews about a movie starring a bad ass police robot with Hugh Jackman as the villain, I was all like, “Sign me up!”
But after seeing it? Ugh. Where do I start?
OK. If you want no SPOILERS leave now.
“Suck” is a strong word. It wasn’t the worst movie I’ve ever seen and it did have its up moments. “Suck” is often in the eye of the beholder. And an ongoing theme of this blog is that I cheer on artists of all kinds in the hopes that said art will find a home in the hearts of people who will appreciate it.
So, I only use the word “suck” in correlation to what I was expected and what I received.
I was expecting an off brand Robo-cop. What I got was a robot with a childish brain spending most of the movie waxing philosophically about the meaning of its existence.
I can’t really explain it without digging into the plot, so here goes.
Deion (Dev Patel) is an engineer for a corporation that builds police robots for the South African government. One day, he develops a program for a true AI, an intelligence that will allow a robot to be able to think like a human (more so, actually).
The CEO, played by Sigourney Weaver, is not interested and orders Deion not to use company equipment to experiment with his AI program. Odd that the head of a for-profit company would balk at an idea that would revolutionize the robotics industry but, ok.
Against orders, Deion implants his program into a broken down police robot headed for the scrap pile.
Oh, I forgot to mention, he does this after he is kidnapped by Ninja and Yolandi, two gangster criminals who cook up a scheme to kidnap the engineer in the hopes that he can provide them with a remote control they can use to shut the police robots off and commit crimes with reckless abandon. The gangsters abandon the remote control idea and Ninja wants to use the robot, which they name Chappie, to help with a heist that will be used to repay money owed to an even worse criminal.
Here’s where things start to get odd. Deion goes along with it and ok…what choice does he have? They’re criminals with guns and shit.
But then – from time to time, Deion just comes back to the criminals lair to talk to Chappie and help him with his development.
Well ok – Deion has stolen a company owned robot against orders so that’s understandable he doesn’t want to call the cops on Ninja and Yolandi.
But then – Ninja and Yolandi just kind of like, let Deion come and go as he pleases. I feel like most gangsters probably would have just shot him.
Chappie was born the instant his AI program was switched on so there’s a learning curve. He’s basically a kid in a robot body and everything in the world is new to him. There are some funny moments when Ninja teaches him how to swear and act like a gangster but other than that…eh, it’s…I don’t know. “Eh” is the best word I can use to describe it.
Ok…so its a goofy set up. It gets better right? Nah…while there are some good action scenes, a great deal of the film is spent on Chappie learning about morals, the soul, the purpose of being alive, how people should treat one another, and so on.
Maybe that’s good. Maybe there are people who will enjoy that. Maybe Sci-Fi should make you think and maybe it doesn’t always have to be mindless special effects.
But me personally? I came into this film expecting a 2 hour bad ass police robot film and instead I got Chappie in bed with Yolandi (who he believes is his mother) reading Ba Ba Black Sheep to him:
Stop reading, Chappie. I know. I’m a book blogger. But seriously, stop reading. Stop painting. Stop philosophizing. Be a badass already.
Fun fact that I didn’t realize until I went home and Googled the film – Ninja and Yolandi are actually two members of the South African rap group Die Antwoord. I’d never heard of them before, probably because I’m not South African. Their rap names are actually Ninja and Yolandi and they play fictional versions of themselves in the movie.
After finding that out, I felt like the movie was one big joke that Blomkamp didn’t let me in on because I’m not South African and had never heard of Die Antwoord before.
Imagine if they made a movie where Nicki Minaj and Kanye West became the parents of a robot with a childish brain. That’d be kind of hilarious. Had I known who Ninja and Yolandi were prior to going into the movie, I might have found the whole thing a laugh riot (though I’m not sure a comedy was the director’s intent).
Admittedly, I might be broadcasting my lameness since these guys are apparently tearing up the inter webs.
If South African rap interests you, their vids are on youtube. They’re a bit…well…”out there.” No offense, I think I’ll stick with good old traditional Ludacris and Fiddy regaling me with tales about their trips to the club, their love of Cristal, spinning rims and so on.
That’s not a knock on Ninja and Yolandi though – they may be the only redeeming part of the movie, if there is one.
In conclusion – I gave it a solid C. Probably not something you want to rush out to the theater for but you might give it a rental in the hopes that Neil Blomkamp can be encouraged to bring us another project of District 9 proportions.
That grade was hard for me to give. My regular 3.5 readers know I hate to criticize and there may very well be people who love this movie and I’m glad for them but…meh…I think it is the first bit of media I’ve reviewed thus far that will not find its way on my shelf.
PS: What constitutes good science fiction is often debated. Some think that a sci fi flick should just be mindless laser blasting, space opera, and little else. Am I therefore being one of these people by criticizing Chappie? I suppose so, though it’s not my intention. I didn’t like it, but I can see why others might.