Telling You What to Watch…

Beauty and the Beast: 3D

We know the movie is 21 years old and you probably have it on DVD; but it looks so cool in 3D! If you don’t want to shell out half your paycheck to go see a movie you already own watch it again to review it for the following synopsis. You may not know this but the Perpetual Supreme Benevolent Editor is a Disney Geek and one of his favorite movies is Tron, but he really likes Beauty and the Beast. This past weekend he took children PSBE to the movies to see it. During the viewing he had a thought (Editor Note: if you have not seen it, do not read this. We are skipping a lot assuming you already know what we are talking about. Since the movie is over twenty years old we do not feel the need to do the whole *****SPOILER ALERT***** thing.) Why is Gaston a bad guy? What was his crime? Loving too much. He, like every other red blodded male, fell in love with Belle.  We Grant that he was rude obnoxious and unlikable at times but was he that bad? While fleshing this out we wound up discussing this with a contributing editor.

PSBE: Why didn’t Bell give Gaston a chance?

CE: He was not nice.

PSBE: What did he do that the beast didn’t?

CE: What do you mean?

PSBE: Well, they were both rude to her, obnoxious, demeaning. Gaston tried to lock up Belles father to get him to marry him; the beast locked up belles father unless she lived with him forever.

CE: But the beast liked to read and Gaston thought books were dumb.

PSBE: We don’t know that. We do know the beast had a huge library that looked unused and it was inferred in the intro the as a boy he was boorish. In fact he cared so little for the library he just gave it away.

CE: I see your point.

PSBE: I just don’t see how they were different. It is like they were the same character. Beast: big hairy guy. Gaston: “every square inch of him is covered in hair!”

CE: True.

PSBE: plus Gaston could do a crazy good strut while standing in place!

CE: Very True, but…

PSBE: But What?

CE: Gaston had black hair. The beast didn’t.

PSBE: Touché…

We still haven’t changed our position. Belle has always been our favorite princess because she fell in love with the ugly, scary prince. The other princesses had it easy with the suave, good looking guys. We still think Gaston should have received further consideration.  

 Besides look at them: One of them is the beast and one is Gaston

Now a note to Microsoft: REALLY? Spell check does not recognize Tron?? There has been two major movies and merchandise. To be fair it recognizes TRON but I can put about any combination in all caps and it won’t error it. LKIE TIHS, YUO CNA DO IT ALL DYA.

SCM Compound Update...

Construction on the State Controlled Media Compound began in earnest this past weekend. In essence all we really did was clean-up and getting the site ready. Eventually the SCM mobile (non-mobile) command center will be permanently affixed to the site; but the area needed cleaning first.  We took to the task with relish. We set a giant fire and proceeded to burn anything that would. An old out house, shrubs, brush piles, old furniture, discarded tires and bodies form the shallow graves; nothing was spared. Then we hauled off the things that would not burn; major appliances (Fridge, washers, dryers, etc…), 100 year old scrap metal, discarded uranium…etc.  All in all it was a good day. We still have a lot to do before the excavator comes (a guy with a lawn tractor). For instance; we have to consider pest removal. Felling trees that house those annoying Eagles nests. Yeah, yeah we know; “Its an Eagle! They are so majestic and regal” We know…blah, blah, blah. Let us just ask you one question. Do you like it when a sparrow poops on your car? Enough said. Victory PSBE! We will keep you updated…

And Now-A Random Thought From Editor #4...

From the Desk of the PSBE-This Will Quack You UP...

SCI-FI STORY UPDATED...

HECK parts 15 through 18 are now up! Click HERE to read or select on the tool bar.

Your Binary Inspiration

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Another Reason Dogs are Better Than cats

Thank you to the Contributing Ediitor who sent this in...

Doggie Diary Entry:

• 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
• 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
• 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
• 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
• 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
• 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
• 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
• 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
• 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
• 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
• 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Cat Diary Entry:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously stupid.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now . . .