Close Encounters of the Nerd Kind

Endnotes and digressions from the latest show:

* First, I know what you really want: Details of the awesome Wave Skater Ghost Shark I picked up while I was out on my rumspringa. Well here’s a little video:



I can’t believe Sonny is missing out on this sweet action.

* Next, I promised you pictures of the Close Encounters Board Game from 1978. Well, here it is. Go on and take a close look at that playing board. It looks uncannily like a Montessori 100 Board. And almost as fun.

* My brother and I were talking about Spielberg and he made the following observation about the decidedly non-Spielbergian Jurassic World:

I watched Jurassic World last night. It is oddly similar to San Andreas in that it’s a disaster movie where the heroes are actually terrible people. In both movies, the heroes are uniquely skilled to help a large number of people during the movie’s disaster. The heroes abandon that large number of people/humanity in general to try to save a relative. And yet these protagonists ultimately rely on being saved by other characters, who don’t walk out on their jobs. When did disaster movies turn into this very ugly view of you-protect-yours, and let others protect the rest? The dad in The Day After Tomorrow isn’t abandoning anyone when he goes to try to save his son. Doctor Grant in Jurassic Park is focused on saving the kids because he’s with them when the disaster strikes. The people in Titanic buying their way onto lifeboats ahead of others are shown as villains. Will Smith doesn’t use his jet to search the ruins of Los Angeles for his wife in Independence Day.

I don’t know what the answer is, but I suspect it has something to do with what happens when second-rate directors get hold of the material. Because in order for a disaster movie to work, there has to be a beating heart beneath the spectacle.

* In the outtakes I circled back to the previous episode where the boys talked about Smashmouth and concert experiences. I mentioned seeing Les Claypool when he was with Primus and Vic stared back at me blankly, since he only saw acts that played at Seaside bars, and Sonny only knows Claypool as guy behind the South Park theme. Because he’s a garbage Millennial.

So for the edification of anyone who isn’t familiar with Claypool’s oeuvre, have a gander at these two clips. The first is of Claypool doing an insane bass solo.



The second is Claypool swapping with Buckethead so that they’re each playing one hand of a bass-guitar duet. This is insane:



See you next week. Stay away from ice cream cones.

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