Wipeout – Journal 3/26/18

Today’s planned Monarch run around Puyallup had to be cancelled thanks to the weather. I upgraded all my firmware for it yesterday, but woke up to the dread of rain. The motors on the DJI Phantom 3 Professional are exposed to the air by their vents, rather intuitively, but that also means that flying them in the rain is asking for a short.

So instead today I’ve decided to coup up in my room and continue housekeeping.

I’m still irritated at myself for the absence of writing drive lately. Still waiting on another rush of 12 poems to come rumbling out like it did a week ago. I might need to dig deep to poems I wrote a year ago and rehash some of those. Like Abstergo Invictus and the like. I need to write more like those, and I have ideas to write about the two of those, all I’m waiting for is the fuel.

Keeping that irritation at bay, I’m wiping my old laptop at long last. After I got this new one at the turn of the new year, I’ve been kicking around what I need to do with the old one. Perfectly functioning, just not useful to me anymore. I needed it to sync my iTunes music (over 15,000 songs at this point, weighing in at 130GB), but have recently found out that I can sync my music from an external hard drive, as well. Since I have one of those, I have no use for all the space on my old computer.

Fantastic. Today is off to an alright start but it’s almost 3 PM.

My interest in blackout poetry is increasing as time goes on, but like with execution of creativity lately it hasn’t much gone anywhere.

However, I did pop open my lightbox yesterday and did some close-ups of sentimental items from my life. And I feel like I’m getting better at digital marketing. Bit by bit, my Instagram @jake_thomas_shaw is growing. It seems to be doing a little better than what I did advertising elsewhere. I’ve also finally gotten a hang of that whole Instagram Poetry thing by using my old notebooks as the subjects. Still playing with how to make it all the best it can be. Tagging seems to be a big deal.

I’ve come up with a paper marketing campaign that can put my printer to use, to debut in April at places I’m close to. The only thing I’d be missing is a lamination machine. But hey, piece by piece we can get to where we want as long as we have a plan and keep going.

That’s today. A wipeout. A clean slate of a studio to make things in, and waiting for that slayer of idleness to creep up and take me down. All this setdressing to make sure that when creativity strikes, I am ready.

It feels like I’ve been preparing for war. And that feeling is good. Preparing for so much, for the next offensive. Next time. For November Defensives. It’s been a 24 hour period of reminiscing, making peace, and cleaning my slate. Dusting, as it were. The arms race for Year V is ramping up ever so slightly. Sometimes I need to list out what’s happened so far to keep myself going. That I have done stuff and can continue to. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Let’s get those taps flowing.

Consume reality!

And happy Monday from Radio Reality City!

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It (2017) – Criticism/Review

We’ve talked about horror before at Radio Reality City, but never before have we done a full on review! So let’s take a look at a film I watched this weekend, the immortal and widely-known “It”, first penned by Stephen King. This is the second time it has appeared in a visual medium, and for the sake of the review, we’ll be looking at this 2017’s iteration. ITeration. Hell yes.

I walked into the movie knowing nothing but what a lot of the internet said: “It’s good”. I’m not really one for horror, but I do like the idea of terror; the dread that eats away at you and causes fits of paranoia or suspicion among friends. In a journal this past Friday the 13th I described what I think works in works of horror, and since I didn’t know anything about It I went in not expecting what I was getting. So with the word of virality and my own apprehension towards the trope of children combating evil, I walked into the theater with a Monster energy drink and a box of Buncha Crunch.

Before we talk about the actual movie, I’ll have the reader know that I loved The Shining film directed by Stanley Kubrick. I’ve also seen the Creepshow series of short films, also written by Stephen King. To that end, it could be construed that I unequivocally enjoy Stephen King’s work, but that’s up to you. I tend to separate individual works by artists to do away with bias.

Also this is going to be spoiler heavy, so please fuck off now if you’re worried about that.

So, It opens with a bedridden 12 year old and his 8 year old little brother sitting in the former’s second story bedroom. It is raining, so that automatically means melancholy, right? That’s how weather works in symbolism. Rain=bad or sad. Bonding is had when olderboy makes youngrunner a boat and they seal it in wax. It’s foreshadowed heavily that youngrunner is “chosen” by the evil entity when he goes into the basement and retrieves the wax to seal the paper boat. A glowing pair of eyes seems to stare at him from a cabinet, but is just revealed to be bottles reflecting light after clouds break outside for just a moment.

This is the first knock at the way Pennywise works. Fear, paranoia, and desperation. Think of him like a Freddy Kruger or Babadook type monster. Feeding on the mind in order to physically sustain itself.

Nothing happens, but youngrunner is spooked and runs upstairs. Boat is wax-sealed, olderboy and youngrunner have a moment that creates olderboy’s character and then youngrunner goes outside to float the boat in the gutters, following it to see where it goes. I guess that’s what kids did in the 80’s, because there was fuck all else to do. (Yes I know the story is 20 years updated so that the second movie takes place in the 2010’s).

So this kid is running, right, and doesn’t notice this road barrier coming up because he’s paying attention to this fucking boat, and absolutely smashes head-on into it. He drops dazed to the ground, and I start laughing to myself in the theater at this point because I’m not sure why that they needed to shoot a scene where that happens. But I understand as the boat starts to get away from him, eventually just out of reach as youngrunner (named Georgie) watches it fall into a storm drain on the side of the street.

This is where we meet Pennywise, actually 5 minutes into the movie. That sort of surprised me, but his early introduction is required in order to instill the dread into the ‘reader’.

Pennywise is a demented looking clown who talks like an intelligent bum with the soul of Ted Bundy. He talks like he’s luring youngrunner down into the drain, toying with him by holding the boat and keeping a conversation going. If Pennywise weren’t a sewer clown it might actually have been a funny conversation. Youngrunner shows visible apprehension to reaching down the drain to get it from Pennywise, and Pennywise senses this.

At this point I noticed that Pennywise has been staring at Georgie the whole time and drooling every so slightly. Which is a fantastic fucking detail that I think deserves mentioning. Later in the film, you learn that Pennywise literally eats children to sustain itself, and needs to eat to live. So we see him drooling in this opening scene, and for the most part it is just really creepy but quite unsettling when we learn that eat-child detail later on.

Pennywise convinces youngrunner to reach for the boat, and as he does, Pennywise’s mouth contorts in to a maw of sharp teeth, and he TAKES THE KID’S FUCKING ARM OFF. Blood, gore, screaming, whole nine yards, Georgie falls back into the street with blood mixing with rainwater around him. The scene goes on for a few more moments before Pennywise drags him offscreen into the sewer and all that’s left is the puddle of bloody water.

This opening scene is important to describe because it really sets the tone for the movie.

It’s something of a no-no to have gore and children mixed in American cinema, so it was good to see a horror movie (not Deadpool) fully embrace an R rating and not be afraid of it. It was fantastic, and I sat up in my seat, excited to see the rest of the movie.

What followed was a Stranger Things crossed with The Babadook styled adventure. Stranger Things because it’s set in the 80’s and enjoys itself by having some very retrowave musical cues, and the themes explored are quite similar to a Stand By Me children-versus-evil thing. It’s an 80’s movie made in 2017. The Babadook because the entire point of Pennywise is quite similar to how scenes in The Babadook were shot. Also the ‘style’ of monster mentioned above is a very effective one, since there’s only so much of your emotions you can control when under stress.

Each protagonist in It has their own fears, and Pennywise exploits these by appearing as things they are afraid of to increase his own influence over them. During these sequences he appears as the character’s personal fear, and for short moments as the clown that his common form is. This leads the characters to all acknowledge that they’ve been terrorized by the same entity. “The Clown” they all surmise at about the midpoint of the movie.

This group of misfits also has had some run-ins with the local bullies, who themselves have internal struggles that are exploited by Pennywise. The bullies are chasing one of the “Loser’s Club” (the protagonists) before he meets the club, and get off track. Chased loser gets away, and one bully stumbles into a sewer system threatening what he thinks is his quarry. During this, he is confronted by Pennywise. He also dies, so that’s cool, offscreen but before it cuts away we see Pennywise as the clown glitch-walking towards the camera.

The way they shot most of the chase sequences are like requiem, with the camera focused on one point of Pennywise’s face while the space around them moves. It’s a little disorienting, but they make it work. A few jumpscares here and there, but you aren’t being constantly assaulted because more of the story is about how he is terrifying and not horrifying. I point to Lovecraft as I describe this.

This one scene is different, though, and Pennywise glitch-walks (easiest way to make me feel afraid of something). What I mean when I say glitch-walk is that he is clearly moving, motioning forward, but with each step he teleports five feet or so in the general direction of the person he’s after. So you see him stepping, but he’s twitching and staring at you and just appearing closer and closer until… the camera cuts away. For me, that was the scariest part of the whole thing. Jump scares are good for a cheap startle, but they’re without substance. Anyone can be jump scared.

I give a lot of credit to the actors playing the losers, because they did really well. They curse, they yell, and action realistically. I especially liked Eddie as a character because his fear of germs is exploited by Pennywise at one point (appearing as a plague-ridden, deformed hobo), and the screaming he does backing away from the creature is incredible. The kids trade blows about “your mom” and yell “fuck” where anyone would, and to that end I appreciate that the movie doesn’t baby its audience. Like I said with the opening scene, the tone is really set with how seriously they’re taking the making of this movie.

So each scene has a weight, and once you know that the monster is out there it makes you as the observer slightly paranoid to see where he’s going to appear next.

Bearing in mind that we’re going to learn in the second movie that Pennywise is actually an otherdimensional creature that’s lived for millions of years and you can see where King might have taken some Lovecraftian influence. Cosmic Horror is the best horror, and it makes the ending of It so much better.

I’m a fan of action movies for the same reason as I am cosmic horror. I’d prefer a Woo film to a heavyweight Marvel movie any day because Woo films are choreographed beautifully. Marvel movies are real popcorn cinema bullshits, where you go for the spectacle and the story is very secondhand. In well-choreographed action movies, the personalities of the characters don’t just appear as fighting styles. Like in Jackie Chan movies, he’s not an unflappable powerhouse that tanks every punch with a straight face. He winces, he gets his ass kicked, and he scrapes by just as surprised as the audience that he survived. It’s a fight with personality.

‘It’ mixes the two together at the final confrontation. They’ve injured Pennywise a few times up to this point, but the protagonists have all been literally too afraid to actually do damage to him. He’s been too powerful with their fear to be hurt significantly.

The losers force him to retreat into the sewers, and go armed and dangerous into his lair. During their approach, one of the aforementioned bullies is manipulated by Pennywise to murder his dad and demands the death of the protagonists. This hints that Pennywise is running scared and is feeling threatened, so he sends his leader bully to go deal with it. Leader bully gets fucking tossed down a well to death. So that’s good. Kinda ended that threat a little quickly, if you asked me. That scene doesn’t last the 5 minutes the opening did.

So the protagonists finally have him. Pennywise. But wait, Georgie is here in his lair, and he’s alive! Olderboy who’s been looking for him this entire time takes this opportunity to shoot Georgie in the fucking forehead with a sheep-euthanizing gun. Clearly, this was a ruse by It, for a second time this fucking kid gets destroyed on screen. Not-Georgie violently transforms into Pennywise, and the protagonists finally face off with him.

Pennywise makes a few last attempts to trigger the fears of the protagonists as best he can, almost working, but the losers stand fast. He lashes out, tosses a few children into walls, and gets smacked once and recoils. The losers regroup, cautiously stepping towards It, and then realize they can do him in right here right now.

What follows is a 3 minute fucking beatdown on this evil 4th-dimensional clown while he desperately cycles through every fear he can to regain his power. Doesn’t work. It gets his fucking ass handed to him by a bunch of children. So the reason I mention choreography in fighting movies is because this 3 minute beatdown executes on every single person’s personality, mixing with the fear and resentment they have for It while these kids fight with every thing they know.

Just as an example of what I’m talking about: during the fight, It transforms into a manifestation of a female character’s abusive father, causing her to hesitate. To which she responds by sending a length of fucking rebar through his jaw.

I think it’s important to mention this, because this is the payoff for these characters being afraid of It for the entire movie. This is the moment where those bets are off and they have the thing cornered. And it’s beautiful. All these little moments for the entire movie raise the stakes, as It gets more blatantly violent and the losers discover more of the extended plot that’ll play into the sequel, to end with one final absolute “fuck you” to the manifestation of their most extreme fears. “If it bleeds…” and all that.

The movie wraps up with the losers taking a blood oath to meet up with It eventually appears again. Some sideplots are wrapped up, and everyone walks away presumably to meet up in the sequel in two years.

So what do I think of this wonderful 80’s monster flick with a tinge of Lovecraft and a lot of Stand By Me? I think it was fucking great. All told, I went in expecting to be disappointed because when everyone said Twilight was good I was disappointed by that (New Moon was good, though). But it was an amazing little adventure in the small town of Derry, and I absolutely will look forward to the 2019 sequel.

Lovecraft Influence: Event Horizon Levels

Audience Dread: Like My 3rd Breakup so 3/4

Tropes: Palatable and Diversified

R-Rating Worthy: Way More Than Deadpool

Nostalgia Trip: I Want To Watch Stand By Me Now

Beatdown: Like Cleon in The Warriors

Final Verdict: Great Movie Go See It

Separate Ways – Journal 10/23/17

You aren’t me, and that’s enough to make me happy.

I’ve mentioned before about how sometimes we all look around and see someone that is achieving by their own admission. Maybe you see their support. Maybe you see their internet points or something. I don’t know. But whatever it is, you start to compare yourself to them. And it doesn’t look good. When this happens to me, it does sting. Some kind of jealousy creeps up and it doesn’t feel good. Then I remember I’m me, and I’m happier being myself than looking at someone else’s achievements.

I say this because I know a few people who are getting ahead in the writing sphere and every time someone announces something it slightly wears on me. Makes me think I’m doing something wrong. I usually get reigned in in about 5 minutes and am only kickstarted with more of a fire to continue what I’m doing. Fuck it, lets get involved in the stock market.

This weekend taught me that I was raised in Highland, California, but I grew up in Puyallup, Washington. After a weekend there on a 2 1/2 hour airplane ride, it doesn’t feel like it’s so far away.

First airplane ride, and I can solemnly say I enjoy the hell out of takeoffs and landings. Took a bunch of photos of landmarks from my window seat. Sea-Tac is a beautiful airport, I’ve learned, and I’ve also learned that the Orlando terminal is awful. At least Sea-Tac had a Starbucks. Pumpkin Spice Frappe started my journey, as I felt I needed to arrive in California as a true Washingtonian.

And I also saw my best friend for the first time in 5 years. He’s into cars. He drives an S2K and he knows San Bernardino well enough. I got to meet his SO, too! Been hearing about her for three years or so now. You know how when you don’t see someone for a long time, there’s a chance that things have changed enough that the reason for knowing each other doesn’t have it’s core anymore? Yeah, that didn’t happen with us. Still very much friends, and still very much ready to either play Xbox or just drive around.

One of the first stops was at a Del Taco at about 1 AM. Fucking amazing food there. Street Tacos: HIGHLY recommended.

We had plenty of Baker’s, as you kinda have to when you’re in the IE. American-Mexican food to the max. Best breakfast burritos, and best hamburgers I’ve had to this day. Also: Baker’s Hot Sauce already has a poem on this very website!

Another was at an Asian food buffet place in Citrus Plaza. While looking for parking we stumbled upon a scene where a guy and a gal were getting frisky behind the loading docks of a Toys R Us. Upon a second or two longer to take in the scene, and the guy tackling gal to the group with a raised fist, it was clear that some domestic violence San Bernardino is famous for was taking place right there in front of us. We gunned the car at the guy to see if he would budge, but he wasn’t too concerned. People were parking and going to the shops, not 20 feet away from this going on. So we pulled over and dialed 911. 12 minutes later, the police show up, go over and talk to them, they wave us off after a while telling us “You guys are good to go”. Hadn’t even been in the city for 24 hours yet. The buffet was nice.

We saw ‘It’! Old Krikorian theater doesn’t exist anymore, but the Citrus Plaza has really grown up and has its own theater now, so that’s where we saw the movie. It’s motivated me to come up with my “critique” section of the website, so that’s gonna happen real soon. But just to get some thoughts off my chest about it: holy fuck the opening scene could be its own thing. *SPOILERS AHEAD* The way Pennywise drools as he talks to Georgie… so fucking eerie. Tiny little detail. Then when Georgie reaches for his boat, Pennywise TAKES HIS FUCKING ARM OFF AND THE KID FALLS BACK IN THE STREET WITH BLOOD POOLING WITH THE WATER AROUND HIM AND HE GETS DRAGGED INTO THE STORM DRAIN. Fucking shit. I love movies that make such bold “fuck the status quo” statements like that. *SPOILERS OVER*

Kids dying on screen in movies so viciously isn’t really a thing in movies unless they are of a significantly darker variety. Classically it’s a no-no, like a few other general things. But nope, this “Stranger Things crossed with The Babadook” movie fucking ripped the arm off of an 8 year old in the first scene of the movie. Really set the tone there, and I was a fan of the entirety of what followed.

I found out about poke (poe-kay)! Had myself a delicious sushi burrito of sorts and now I will never look at Japanese food again the same way. It was like Chipotle but Asian! You’ll see my post Low-Key Night and that’s the thing I ate. Need to find a place that does that around here. Desperately.

We spent a day going to vantage points and taking photos, too. Under bridges, in the barrios, and in my hometown. It was weird being back. Couldn’t stop talking about how small everything was. From old schools to Palm Ave, to Base Line, to all the old landmarks we could investigate as pre-teens. 5 years later, these things were tiny.

I knew it was going to be fun when he put in his ‘… And Justice For All’ CD and we drove really fast in his modded Honda S2K. So from that start we could only do what we knew now. Coffee, sushi, driving, and photography. Maybe some Titanfall 2, too. I’m gonna miss him.

Radio Reality City is back at headquarters (see: my laptop), and this journal’s excerpt will be from “Lakefair”:

“Dead inside beside living
And the carefree
Making fun of them
Because they aren’t

The two
Of us”

About a thing that happened over the summer that I’ve finally gotten some time to write about. Aside from that, I have that Copper Canyon Press submission to edit and submit before Halloween. It’s gonna be a busy vacation week for me.

This is Jake Thomas Shaw from Radio Reality. City, saying thank you for tuning in! Check out the main site at https://radioreality.city if you like what you’ve heard and would like to look at some more cool stuff. Consume reality! Radio Reality City!

When the ‘It’ Can Be Said

When The ‘It’ Can Be Said

I’m sorry. I should have known that

Leaving your desires behind would
Only make our bitter heats’
Vigor fonder for those once
Excisioned and ravaged feelings.

Yearning for a yesterday were we,
Only beams, unaware it could clear
Unexposed fears and reclaim years.