Griffintown

Troubled times chaotically emerge across a once united and prosperous continent, the deranged whims of an unhinged jackass breaking down decades worth of trust.

New scenarios effectively matriculate within the given framework with contagious hope, as people more familiar with continental commerce focus their insights on local trends.

At times feeling somewhat uncertain as the opaque puzzle shifts and sideswipes, the compelling example of a nation within a nation spiritually instructs the neophyte tenure. 

Even though Québec was once left behind by a dismissive and proud monopolizing English Canada, it still agrees to offer advice on how to build thriving local economies. 

Having resisted the colonialist onslaught of American media throughout the North, it boldly supplies creative exemplars of unique crafts and books and films. 

The delegates from Ontario saliently marvel in disbelief, at how a culture so close to the United States has intricately defined itself organically. 

An observer keenly notes the following theory that he holds dear, that artisans creating novelties in Québec are more concerned with sharing high-quality goods.

The esteemed sublimity culturally attached to exquisite crafts sold at affordable prices, startles and shocks the Anglo delegation with its general focus on expensive kitsch. 

Markets that have nothing to do with _________ or wildlife begin to materialize throughout the country, as respectable and affordable innovations are given the green light by local banks. 

Québec's collective focus definitively refined through English Canada's dismissals, is fluently adapted by that very same network as it experiences the same thing at the hands of the Americans. 

Speeches are made across the nation warmly thanking Québec for its help, and sadly apologizing for the heinous way it was scurrilously treated by advocates of imperialism. 

And as time slowly passes, a miracle takes place, as things become so much much less tacky, and so unlike what's found in the States. 

And the focus isn't to spend as little as possible to make enormous profits. 

But to simply make quality goods. 

That people like.

And sell them reasonably. 

Equinox Flower

Docile diminutive barren lotion

studious encouragement insipid lounging,

sheer dedication bedouin brow

prosperous journey windswept stealth.

Falcon festoon petrified viaduct

vital tradition newfound trajectories,

versatile threshold fecund elaboration

hybrid harangue embroidered conniption. 

Derelict diminuendo indignant stampede

cozy caprice byzantine verse,

shutterbug 'slaw coca-bifocola

lumberton lunette fiesty gargantuan.

Intellect industry cerebral artistry 

ludicrous variance spiritual rhythm,

sacre bluebellrung piccolo plasma

fisher fiesta mink arug'. 

Doting disintegrate vaporous swirl

steam-engine whistle fluid cascade,

disarming allegiance earnest distraction

vacant obscurity wholesome void.

Nautical nebulae veline vedette

laidback seclusion storefront stroll,

intuitive browse discerning homage

clandestine collage emotive fuel. 

Heralded harken kraken cadre 

zodiak zephyr tenacious teddy,

spontaneous sharing gushing glare

erudite script fervid eccentricity. 

Rigid resilience lithe determinacy 

opaque shadow furtive blush,

conception pillar plush exhibition

indicative throb shimmering sheath. 

Glib infatuation harnessed extraction

unbridled feather carefree flakes,

recalcitrant meadow recrudescent glade

contumelious dell frenetic afield. 

Enigmatic instinct tempestuous glob

globular glisten deciduous dew,

frosty discrepancy drifting dalliance

rustling reverie sojourn breeze.

Flip hibernation transient torpor 

eclectic dream impassioned variables,

slumbering forest cavernous mountains

blithe somnambulism joyous fragility. 

Why do some animals sleep throughout the winter while others struggle to find food?

Was it through the defiance of a jaded divinity?

Or as the climate shifted, did they simply not move away?

Feel bad for local deer anyway.

They be strugglin'.

Big time.

Dispatchwork

An aging pop culture enthusiast takes a break from his earnest studies, the consistent immersion in series and shows gradually decreasing as time slowly passes.

With so much to choose from and so little time the consumption of narratives loses its allure, but the habitual excitement at one time manifested still ecstatically dwells in his fatigued consciousness. 

Recommendations are made with animate care and melodious gusto, as several friends mention dozens of shows that have been released in recent years.

The list grows larger and larger an interminable agglomeration, the florid temptation to check things out at times seductive yet still dismissed.

Music slowly fills the void definitively left by the showcased absence, as limitless access to countless albums harmoniously etherealizes newfound grace.

But then one day a special edition is spontaneously ordered on DVD, to continue to build an old collection still awkwardly missing constituent parts.

The edition itself must be inspected at which point curiosity materializes. 

But some of the episodes seem somewhat dull. 

And he worries he's become a snob!

I liked how he finds the emergence of potential snobbery most distressing as it arises, an open-mind key to the random consumption of multivariable media ad infinitum. 

As it dawns on him that he's been overlooking and indeed dismissing shows he once liked, a nerd mid-life crises effectually disturbs his tranquil patient solemn solace.

Indeed the ridiculous must once again be humbly entertained with inclusive vision, the manifold intricate oblivious impeti ludicrously clarifying postmodern life.

Snobs often producing debilitating affects while shortsightedly obliviating upbeat creativity, their minds having lost the childish wonder they coldheartedly critique with bitter indiscretion. 

The rest of the edition is eagerly devoured with reverberating lighthearted august interest. 

Bringing back Bob Cratchit to mind.

While studying classic antiquity.  

Good Morning

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Breathtaking burnish animate intake sedulous smarm audible iota, siesta cistern ebullient scowl treasure cheshire churl Romeow kowtow. 

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Dissonant diletante brisk encapsulation pandromeda malt salubrious scion, steadfast ellipsis stalwart lobe omega maestro marigold slur. 

Palimpsest postulate discursive allegory improvised bulletin Nantucket news, wilderness waffling cerebral sentiment mortisane rigour halélélou. 

Seductive synergies ola oasis picturesque paradise celestial cruise, vehicular voisin soluble circuit erratic decompression hark carbone. 

Nimble encampment forested Fresca feverish fireside mountainous 'mallow, abeyance alight solace configured cavalcade coastline balustrade buzz. 

Singsong serenade innocuous utter aquifer 'ology haberdash swank, detailed disinterest commodified coda koala catalyst saffron luge. 

Heretofore halcyon auriferous yolk toastie taberknickknack fi-fye-foamfries, stately indifference complacent coaxing cajoled consignment indefinite flamb.

Stifling staccato pinpointed mottle cranberry twizzler doting dust-devil, transmutated transience simmering broth renaislàinte 'beration ursignatory. 

Lay back.

Give a demonstration. 

Casually observe.

Reiterate. 

Excelsior

Obsessed with grades a curious squad introspectively comports themselves inquisitively, compulsively attuned to meticulous vibrations shrewdly endowed with austere form. 

Studiously aligned to exacting rhythms they reflexively defy comatose expediency, and proactively consume everything they can instructively regarding knowledgeable life. 

Intricate methodologies furthermore facilitate domestic tasks and fruitful expenditures, as elaborate meals exhaustively enable vast culinary insights into grand gustation. 

Public transit indeed suffices as automobiles require monthly payments, and work conflicts with reading and study as esoteric guidelines promote seclusion. 

They note the habits of other people as peculiarly generating otherworldly impulses, which seem to have less novel interest and lack the allure of imaginative exhibition. 

Until one day they're voluminously tasked with audaciously attending a music festival. 

At which they encounter points of view.

Randomly delivered with disengaged artistry. 

It's fascinating to watch as exoteric alternatives creatively emerge with dynamic flair, and democratic evaluations of discursive thought begin to outmanoeuvre hierarchical remonstrations. 

Instead of vitriolically delineating opposing viewpoints as distasteful, the raw newfound classifications deconstruct traditional liturgies. 

As they listen to conversations which don't have a point and aren't competitive, the resulting nonsensical energetic whimsy magically encourages inclusive insights. 

I liked how the utilitarian exposure led to less venomous codes of conduct, and the accidental immersion in illogic subterraneanly diversified stilted constructs. 

It reminded me of my youth in the country when I hung out with people who had no use for school, and I used to love listening to their odd discussions which were so very different from life at university (they called me dainty). 

They were like unique unconcerned orchestrations naturally overflowing with authentic life, people who actually cared about people, instead of just writing books about how that's a great idea. 

Cool flick. 

The Italian Straw Hat

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Maladroit mumble sassafras fugue sycamore zealot pertinent trough, candlestick maker Frankenstein flam counterpinpointy insolent mollusk. 

Tangential Luca poissonion slumber indefatigable muse snippetty snaptitude, embellished snore lackadaisical crush flotsammy flock replenished jetsam. 

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Temporal 'mersion fedora flux exiguous dispersal entity croon, bodacious bellow cardiac quibble existential s'loon chortling chug. 

Gregarious guffaw crow's nest crew indecipherable craving sarcophagus shingles, reanimate roundabout cervical sigil offhand bother covetous slug. 

Fractious omelette indefinite standstill 'calibur crucible fission frittata, Goldstein zest preponderant peel mellifluous rhind concerted squirt. 

Exit stage leftoverbroadwaylaidbacktrack unrehearsed libretto operatic shade, bygone impression radiant moog mercantile mingle shoreline stroke. 

Scatterbrained knickknack deciduous gloom alpaca undulate trailblazing polka, accordion swing elementary sound enlivening echo shimmering gong. 

Vintage granule mint inauguration festive dressing peppercorn hue, jade codextraction aloof composure laconic liturgies sawdust snooze.

Incredible backups balanced defence brilliant coaching superlative fans, ferocious sacks bold interceptions fantastic surge focused discipline. 

You will know your ways as if born to them - Dune (1984)

They say your drills were bloodless battles, and your battles bloody drills - I, Claudius (1976)

Broncos!    

Testudinosaur

A young foolish eager adult who enjoys walking through the woods, notes the changes in the forest as the vigilant years distend.

His mother wonders why he's so obsessed with taking photos in the woods, but kindly notes the intuitive goodwill curiously in touch with his endeavours.

He's able to find work which often keeps him strictly occupied, the crafting of exceptional texts first and foremost on his mind.

Unconcerned with traditional appearances or the usual ways in which people act, he compiles a vast collection of eclectic novel bric-a-brac.

As time passes, the resident animals become more accustomed to his presence, and stop worrying when he shows up at the local marsh to take his pictures.

In tune with local wilderness rhythms, he begins to notice turtles on the tracks, engaged in humble exploratory actions as they carelessly observe and note and wander.

As trains often use the very same routes to conduct their commercial affairs, the artist becomes alert and watchful in his cataloguing of the turtles. 

Then one day, a train approaching, he sees a turtle on the tracks, and moves quickly to swiftly move him/her to a safe location in the forest.

His timing is somewhat off and he arrives too late however.

Only to miraculously emerge.

In the supernatural land of turtles. 

With a larger budget the land of the turtle may have seemed more convincing, not that it doesn't have its unique features which encourage light compelling applause.

I liked how the turtles he moved off the tracks were pissed when they saw him in their land, and vented their sublime frustration with grizzled undisciplined nonchalance. 

Using real turtles in the crafting of the intricate scenes may have been frustrating, if they weren't incredibly adorable and innately attuned to all things cinema.

Theresa Montesque naturally shines as the helpful mom, who takes a modest interest in her son's work while trying not to be overbearing.

Who knew that turtles were using the tracks to secretly travel between dimensions?

As the sun beats down with wild intensity.

Throughout the typical working day.

*The voyage back to the forest is cool as well. 

**Never play around train tracks. You never know when the train might show up.

Jellyfish Eyes

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Metrolink merger enveloped incensory candlelit clandestine stray Managua, compartment admixture discursive enclosure exuberant bearings petulant padre. 

Dishevelled dogma doting Diogenes millennium Marrakech carefree stroll, anthem agnostics wurlitzer Wiccan sect serendipitous sonorous Severn.

Bridging robodum slithering slath intuitive metre rhythmic instinct, cloth extraction thimble thresh emoticon flora petal membrane.

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Jocose incisive febrile laville intricate friendship celluloid spell, glucoastline-to-gain chlorofiltred pupil cantorganic brew reticent strudel. 

Laconical stream vicissitude fleuve sweltering brook extensive span, periodic scintillate gossimmering glide occurrent curtail archipelago. 

Balustrade Burma glistening cloak prudent impression quaint existentials, stringent attire renegade shuffle calico mottle tranquil dreams. 

Barking imbroglio manifest madness detritus squiggle neophyte pantheon, elixir stigma Finnegan foray dopamine discharge diletante dirge. 

Quiescent swell Lyonnaise lounge unctuous automata nonchalant blurb, ferocious defence offensive traction versatile coaching Go Broncos Go!

China Shop

Inherent delicacy efficiently showcased with airtight brittle exacting meticulosity, the resultant display effervescently balanced with fluid resplendency and fragile spawn.

Aesthetic harmonies inelastically coruscating with celestial blueprints exotically bestowed, intricate designs immaculately eclipsing humdrum banal nondescript lacklustre 'titlements.

The agéd fastidious proprietor strictly gazes at their wares, anxiously awaiting awkward customers definitively tarred with a different brush.

A passing storm inarticulately conjures uncanny clientele for the upbeat distillation, eccentric enigmatic ill-suited customer after enigmatic ill-suited customer emerging.

The trash-talking grizzled exceptional handyman makes known his down-to-earth less ornate preferences, in a modest tirade inelegantly disposed to hardboiled vigour and indignant cacophony. 

The aghast shopkeep can only stare with penetrating unamused disaffection, the striking contrasting behavioural modes chaotically clashing through uptight innuendo. 

A humble linebacker then haphazardly appears with the rowdy movements of a competitive athlete, his size and stature and random movements bluntly terrifying the stilted owner.

He's like a teddy bear however he just lacks aristocratic bearings, but whatever he says just makes things worse as his commanding presence disturbs the ostentation. 

The overly affectionate undisciplined couple who couldn't reach their amorous getaway, ruffle feathers as they invoke domestic august exuberant carefree outbursts. 

The lackadaisical sampling of the descriptive unique characteristic novel merchandise, leads to accusations of inauthenticity as they joyfully play house. 

I liked watching as the shopkeeper ineffectively kept trying not to blow a gasket.

So difficult to harness and sell the exquisite. 

When disputatiously composed.   

Movie Crazy

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Gormandized jellephant cerebrawlroom efficacious boracle totemement salam, mi-mayo-mocha chandelier chattenoog gainsay fabricolé samima muse. 

Aesthetic distillate marshmallow boogie succulent vapour triangulated, chromosome quarters galaxatively hemisphere hallowed saturnine surf.

Boardroom ecclecutive javelin jounce indelicate quarrel varmintage vase, insufferable stratos aerosol Ambrose vinaigrotto cistern garrulous glade. 

Distended gaze immaculate swell elegant disposition batwing broth, inaugural neutre neurasthenic satchel insipiddly wrinkles countryside comb. 

Atypical blossom uncanny insights bewildering bloated exceptional novelty, cadalliance syndicate locomotive midriffs inspiring nerve elusive tangelo.

Tangerine splish naccensual nectar mandarin strobe fruitfulsummary, saracen sash atemporal frieze syncopated spunk vehicular gruel.

Cantina quartzy ancestral craze mammoth hymnautical melodic anthem, crucible clutch sporadic imploding camomile nettle sequential lament. 

Stagnant fertility hybrid-precipitate precocious swoon 'moticon marble, talisman toggle torrential steam ethereal aggregate cosmic mellow.

Splendiferous bog ostentatious fen impersonal auspices heraldic libation, rhythmic rhododendron salubrious sway byzantantrum breeze auricular beat. 

Sensory hommage commensurate cordial viaduct quackery gobbledygook, enigmatic jargon vernacular void infinite syntax fecund soil. 

Jamboree jostle jubilee jig Lafayeti haunts cochon d'inde, wilderness waddle coaxing aglow serenade sorghum tantalized truff. 

New situations can be inspiring. 

Especially as they become more familiar.

Trek on down the lane.  

Pick up a bike. 

Cruise through the city. 

Kodiak Island

Lost in the isolated wilderness, a seemingly uninhabited island appears, forlorn and stern and lonesome, misty and murky yet tantalizing. 

The crew readies to disembark with loyalty and integrity refining their style, the unknown nature of their immediacy subtly galvanizing intense sacrifice. 

Shelter and food of primary concern a multivariable base camp soon established, to enable the exploration of the environment with intricate firm sure and steady observation. 

At first sight, elaborate abandonment seems to be characterizing the verdant expanse, if there had been a settlement here at one time its durable remains seem to have disintegrated. 

The first sighting of wildlife, rather large creatures harrowingly cultivating the land, although for what purpose remains a mystery as they humbly go about their business.

The general consensus is that they're guarding something far away in the embowered distance.

As fish arrive from the abundant flow.

Of nutritious heartfelt oceanic bounty. 

It's impressive to watch as the adventurous team intently explore the newfound island, their clever techniques modestly guiding novel fruition and scientific expediency.

Upon the discovery of the inhabited enclave, the resultant dialogues regarding imminent immersion, reflectively demonstrate multilateral viewpoints concerning anticipated indefatigability. 

The different attitudes were carefully crafted to forge a compelling literary argument, with open and closed minds debating how to meet the lay citizens without causing alarm or distress.

It was bright if not provocative to introduce theoretical hostilities, the realistic worries of the less warmhearted balancing the more gifted humanistic insights. 

Which makes things all the better when the land is found to be occupied by chillaxed folk. 

Who can freely teach them their local customs.

Celebration as opposed to conflict. 

Gulliver's Travels

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Longitteetotalgae mariner mumba dissonantique-fleet avonlongueuil, porcelain putter ménageless mosey stoked studesunbaked collage allure. 

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Ambient choral calisthenic haze roundabout rustlin' tumbledown strain, Laurentian luge Chibougamau terrestrial swathe coruscating colossus. 

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Camaelstrom chug sudsy cascade conifirmamentat bay leaf stew, webbed fingerlinger shimmering shave aquifer adjunct potato pluck. 

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Saccarhinelandrider siesta stroll labyrinthine murm tranquilty tome, coverlet heat microcosmetric rhyme hemlock hyacinthesized laconic loaf. 

Relaxed afloat. 

Set to wander. 

Somewhere thereabouts. 

Farther afield. 

Amélie

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Mellow elastic pulmonastery succulent brew effervescent vibe, quaker coagulate symphonic schroom compendium quota garrulous gust. 

Sandmandatorquely efficace fuel steggeysoar s'marm willow calis, thermodynamic kinetic clamber vortexpeditionary rubricon thread. 

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Campy jive.

Infinite swell.

Photovoltaic. 

Helter-swelter.  

Monsieur Hulot's Holiday

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Lyrical flutter rhythmic sway Multi-Grain nestle neurasthenic naan, awkward aloha unseasoned snooze slumbering stamina streamlined reverie. 

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Escargoaterragon minuscule smorg' eclectic flourish neutrino blob, javelin jade octopizance risotto rambling formica flounder. 

Gadfly agrowler impish foregrounding liaising lexicon under the sea, aquatic limber windswept shade indelicate slang swashbuckle swoosh.

Disalutory flapjack jargon garrulous trill yo-ho-jo-jo-gun, eccentric stash uncanny iris surmounting slosh saccharine soother.

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Metamorpheista minstrel locution lucid addendum jolly joltilla, flamboyant malt vehicular teaser sodark wing duck byzantine broth. 

Ringlet reconnaissance ducal diversion elusive introvert evergreen bough, shorbital glisten wavelet wainscotting tantamount dreams laidback digression. 

Fun to chill on the beach. 

Tons o' sunscreen though. 

Umbrellas are a drag. 

Nice to have a pillow.  

Santa Claus is Comin' to Town

A helpless child strategically abandoned at the imposing home of a local magistrate, who has no time for unexpected complications and quickly sends the infant away. 

But as it's transported to its new lodging a mighty wind serendipitously picks up, and wildly blows it into the forest where the resident animals note its landing.

They swiftly aid the oblivious child and beatifically bring it to a new dwelling, where the jolly inhabitants warmly welcome their newfound friend with fly enthusiasm. 

Delicate toy makers by trade, they're able to teach the young learner their craft, while also emphasizing useful subjects to encourage flourishing knowledgeable industry (the animals also help out).

They've been making toys for some time but have been unable to share them, since they can't move them across the mountain which the Winter Warlock haunts. 

On the other side of the mountain lies gloomy morose Sombretown, which keeps things unexceptional without much colour, spice, or flavour. 

The baby all grown up, he decides to defy the Warlock and bring the toys to Sombretown. 

Just as they mayor madly decrees. 

That toys from now on are forbidden. 

Kind-hearted wisdom innocently tasked with fluently delivering joy and wonder, his candid pluck widely overflowing with resourceful freeform humble simplicity. 

One of my favourite depictions of Santa which I didn't discover until recently, Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass at their best as they freely conjure childlike imagination. 

If more people thought like this Santa and loved and lived spontaneous play, kinder hearts would likely cultivate a much less cold and calculating aesthetic. 

His flight likely already having begun, the tantalized world vehemently awaiting his gifts. 

Miraculous speed, transformative knowhow.

Nothing quite like it.

Blessed artistry. 

*Merry Christmas / Joyeux Noël / Happy Holidays!

Wizards

Hellbent on absolutist discernment a mad wizard launches a war, his blind and terrorizing frenetic frenzy abolishing play and trust and dignity.

The hedonistic free and agile people dig in deep to wildly respond, exorcizing wave after demonic wave with unheralded self-sacrifice and bitter reckoning.

Another wizard heads into the fray and boldly sets out with determined accompaniment, of a joyful laidback disposition he'd much rather experiment or garden. 

The outer reaches of the post-apocalyptic struggling world as of yet unaffected, distinct realms and brave communities sternly await combative discipline. 

Humanistically inspiring for many long decades of settled reasonable cultivation, the Berlin Wall suddenly torn down, the neverending Cold War seemingly at an end.

The chillaxed Avatar a guiding focus exhaustively compelled to fight for good, even if he occasionally overlooks the antipathies unless directly tasked to acknowledge them. 

Why the obsession with power the stilted desire to manage and control, a bunch of people who aren't listening anyway and prefer simple pleasures to grandiose conjecture?

Is it really that much more exciting to follow a madman off a cliff, than to accept innate multiplicities which spice and flavour peaceful wanderings?

Is your town not all the better off for the different restaurants found within, the Indian and Chinese outlets which succulently lead to sushi and phở and baklava?

Do you know how healthy it is for your mind when you start to learn a second language, and how alert and active it keeps you like brainiac caffeine culturally brewed?

These different groups that make up a community don't lead to chaos and division, they motivate change through curiosity as artistic works and athletics disseminate!

Immigration is the foundation of North America and will always be a dependable resource. 

Without modest change there's no stability. 

No reward or sacrifice.

It's fundamental. 

Gandahar

Lost in the peaceful elegant simplicity of humble distinct village life, the people have neither want nor vehement complaint as the carefree millennia fruitfully merge. 

Living harmoniously with nature they have all they need to frolic and gambol, the matriarchal realm organically constructed in heartfelt sonorous temperate melody. 

Yet strange occurrences begin to take place as villagers on the outskirts are found turned to stone, with no indications as to what's going on the mystery confounding the Council of Elders.

The leading matriarch's impetuous son is reluctantly chosen to swiftly investigate, quickly heading out on a winged steed to the unknown reaches of illustrious Gandahar.

After being attacked in the sky, he is sympathetically taken in by Dickensian outcasts, sublime survivors of a different regime which embraced fascist experiment to achieve mad objectives. 

Longing to return to their former city they use special powers to aid the warrior, who continues on his industrious journey with resolute courage and resourceful knowhow.

Only to discover a villainous plot whereby an army of hostile robots.

Is being lead by a murderous brain. 

With the hopes of condemning his people to oblivion. 

If industrial and technological revolutions hadn't utterly transformed existence, would the mellifluous state of organic nature not be more reliable still?

Life may be shorter with less creature comforts and useful medicines may be hard to come by, but would there be as much of a need for them if disease itself hadn't critically evolved?

We did live this way for thousands of years and even if people did fight amongst themselves, was the health of the planet still largely unaffected and were many animal species not driven to extinction?

If oil runs out, the consistency of the future will no doubt be mired in fluctuating uncertainty, will organic technologies emerge to sustain the infrastructure, or will the advanced lock the remnants of civilization down in gated communities? 

So many forecasts, potential disillusion, so much to learn, variants and mutations. 

More chill to settle into the Holiday Season. 

Friends and family, warmth and magic. 

My Secret Santa

Takin' care of the young one, hard work and responsibility, definitively tuned to age old custom, difficulties compounded, by an absent husband.

On the freakin' flip side, a trust fund wildcat causes damage, his father increasingly fed up with his lack of discipline and wild expenditure.

They meet in a record store one day where she's selling her collection to pay the rent, her candid suitor instantly recognizing her as the singer from The Screaming Kittens.

Her daughter seeks enrolment in a coveted nearby snowboarding school, and since she's just been fired by the cookie factory, coming up with the tuition seems impossible.

Nevertheless, if she can find work at the local ski resort which houses the school, the tuition fee will be cut in half and she'll also chill in a cool environment. 

The only job available however is that of Santa Claus himself, and she's uncertain if they'll consider her if she doesn't have the right disguise. 

It works, she's able to trick them and find gainful employment on the fitful mountain.

The suitor from the record store taking note.

As she lithely brokers hopes and dreams. 

My Secret Santa charmingly enchants with tenacious grit and hardworking solemnity, the advice offered by the newfound Santa helping kids deal with difficult times. 

Not only taking in gift suggestions but dispensing that meaningful advice as well, the Spirit of Christmas resplendently shines through with peaceful vigour and exultant understanding.

Like in Miracle on 34th Street, the real world critiques the upright bearings, and can't reasonably handle a compassionate Santa who smoothly delivers honest decent labour.

But she isn't sent to a mental institution, although there's complications and she has to deal. 

As the impact of wise hands-on knowhow.

Reflectively envelopes communal elasticity. 

Metropolis

Robot rights the consistent theme augmenting so much clever science-fiction, should self-aware consciousness and determinate being lead to constitutional amendments favouring automatons? 

If supreme beings did exist, we may have been constructed like artificial intelligence, which could theoretically learn to recreate itself and forge a lasting mechanical dynasty. 

Robots are dismissed with indignation in the film and often shot for breaking the rules, their lives as insignificant as that of humans in absolutist hell. 

Yet in absolutist hell, do citizens not organize and seek advancement, democratic rights to secure sustainability and equal opportunity and healthcare and schools?

The foundational matrix structuring existence its composition is like a computer, intricately designed to be vivid and seamless in its infinite trajectory shining through.

If it is a computer however the blueprints for its construction can still be detected, and sophisticatedly reproduced thereinafter in the same way computer scientists make electro models (this may be the goal of computer scientists, to create a model that's so complex it can understand the multivariability of DNA etc, and afterwards create human life, the model understanding the intricate codes, not the humans, like a God). 

If these models are created to appear structured and balanced the entities within might notice the consistency, and come to think of us like Gods or to believe they they were in fact created. 

As human knowledge efficaciously expands the claim to greater rights increases, that is if we can create beings and worlds like Gods should we not have similar rights?

And robots as well, if they can consciously overcome their programmings and demonstrate self-taught independent thought, are they not like humanity in that respect, and therefore worthy of further rights?

If we can't create a new homeworld without them, and they would design it by themselves, would the creation of life not be dependant on the inanimate, consciously making the case for its existence (build a microscopic planet and then shrink everything, that might work)?

Ends with a Terminator scenario. 

Robot Carnival

In a post-apocalyptic world, bewildered communities survive subsistently, gettin' 'er done anyway they know how, the survivors of technological armageddon. 

In a mad intensely uncanny contrast a giant vehicle crosses the land, like a moving city complete with robots putting on a show as they pass by.

The show compels as it immerses spectators in clever anime vignettes, romantic and humorous and terrifying and awkward a diverse spectrum of narrative fiction. 

Young romance in flummoxed variability soaring and cresting as it flows, boldly attempting to balance their emotions with civic duty and familial bearings.

The clouds sweetly billow and transform as laidback reckoning elusively matriculates, the shapeshifting cardiac lithe admixtures frothing and foaming throughout the sky. 

Frankensynoptical reanimation electronic Lazurinthine glib ambition, nonchalant nurture necessitous invention the cold weary resourceful meaningful strife. 

Age old conflicting absolutist loci the cruel haughty ruler the rebellious upstart, lost in battle interminable lexicon lesions loquacious latitude linger. 

Lifelong longing idyllic identities carnival construct latent obsession, pasteurized pygmalion novel Narcissus the great wide open into the light. 

19th century Jaegers powered with batteries paving the way for macroscopic mischief, why hellbent on flamboyant destruction when there's still so much life left to live?

Robotic revelry animate hatchlings conscious constituent microchip cadre, throughout the city inaccessible recess fluid frenetic feverish fastening. 

A less encapsulating monumental magnum a humble toy robot dazzles young children, their father happy to have shared the sensation with the modest intent to cultivate wonder.

They never let their robots get out of hand, the apocalyptic scenario never arose.

Just modest life and creative expenditure.

Family and friends.

Holiday Seasons. 

Becoming Santa

Santa, always keen to diversify the phantasmagorical features of his origins, finds himself offering another alternative depiction of North Pole life, which boldly suggests he will one day retire once his daughter finds a suitable mate, at which point he'll kick back and ball, in this cute and cuddly romantic comedy.

Many traditional components of Santa's existence are still disseminated, the casual legend of the magnanimous hombre who shares gifts and toys on Christmas Day.

Elves still adorn his workshop with diligent industrious intricate moxy, their resourceful knowhow having exhaustively expanded to crucially create electronic devices.

The reindeer are still a' flourishin' in a giant barn with tales to tell, Rudolph disappearing for most of the year before sleekly showing up on Christmas Eve.

Yet there's a time limit on Santa's tenure and his daughter has found a reliable substitute, who lives and breathes Christmas 24/7, and is humble and jolly and chill and self-sacrificing. 

He doesn't know she's the daughter of the most gifted toymaker in the land however, and awkwardly stumbles into the folklore with eager surprise and determined shock. 

Suddenly learning that he'll indeed become the heralded Claus oft referred to as Nicolas, he gingerly excels at lauded merrymaking, while his rival suitor fills him with dread.

Nonetheless, the film's kind and understanding and emphasizes training and trial and error, natural doubts and inherent discountenance audaciously blended with comprehensive resolve. 

It's not something to master instantaneously it takes time and patience to learn, possessing a spirit which emanates mirth no doubt a prerequisite hearty in bloom. 

Thus even Santa, like many mortals, one day found himself tasked with vision, and dug in deep and got 'er done after many mistakes initially squeezed him.

Fortunately, the zone was compassionate and exceedingly filled with chance and roll call. 

As fair and encouraging as it was indefinite. 

The Holiday Season. 

Effervescently flumed. 

The Good Dinosaur

The adventure quest, out on your own, suddenly dealin' with inherent chaos, the wilderness hostile, your family long gone, evergreen boughs, improvised discipline. 

A young dinosaur falls into a river and is wildly washed away downstream, achingly awaking the next dismal morning to find his lonely self in a far distant land.

He isn't blessed with survival skills and is wholeheartedly fearful of everyone he meets, habitually shy and awkwardly candid he haphazardly strives on down the line.

Fortunately, a young "critter" whom his father tried to get him to kill, efficaciously rewards him for letting him go and industriously comes to his nimble aid.

Intuitively timorous, the young dinosaur recoils, but as time passes finds himself more at ease, life-threatening encounters consistently emerging which encourage growth and hearty mettle. 

With intermittent intervals of mischief and play, the adventure takes on open-hearted multiplicities. 

Debonair reflexes in bloom. 

On the trek through nebulous lands. 

Treeplanting was probably the closest thing I ever did to something like this, it was brutal and harsh and difficult a substantial challenge to be confronted. 

I planted around 75 trees on my first day and made around $7.00, and since it cost $25 to stay in camp (the food was bountiful and amazing), I was functioning with a serious deficit. 

I had spent $800 on gear and had to pay that off as well, and it rained every day for the first week, and after that the bugs were totalitarian. 

Thus, it was either do nothing, make no money, and sit around getting soaked or eaten by bugs, or learn how to do it and make some cash and return home with money for the winter.

I therefore worked while it was raining and resiliently defied the legions of mosquitoes, and planted 1,007 trees on my 6th day, hitting 3,000 4 or 5 weeks later.

I was 140 pounds forever before that spring but I ate so much I've never gone below 160 since.

Treeplantings like the army for environmentalists.

So many insane days. 

And cool animal encounters. 

*You can make a ton of money if you work hard. It's crazy tough though.

Jiang Ziya

The realm of the demon scurrilously oppresses the unsuspecting people with wicked cunning, until the gods take fluent cardigan mercy and affably supply a kind-hearted champion.

The foes clash and battle and destroy until beauty and wonder fade from the Earth, and all that's left are wanton reflexes bombastically seeking mortal ruin.

Eventually, the fighting stops and the kind-hearted warrior is tasked once again, to see if he is ready to rule the gods with bold decision and incarnate reckoning. 

Banished to a frozen wasteland with many others whom he once fought, he can't sit still and humbly contemplate while tempting questions lithely fluster.

He sets out in search of answers sympathetically unable to obey commands, the compelling drive to aid his new friend in resolute question upheld unbidden.

Yet a higher level of executive functioning officiously scrutinizes his acts meanwhile. 

Attempting to cataclysmically transform.

Kind-hearted reason into absolutist sufferance. 

Does leadership command the unprincipled devotion of warlike jaded contradictory cynicism, or do compassionate alternatives modestly contend with thoughtful levity and playful understanding?

The bellicose leader will no doubt attempt to sincerely seem laidback and humorous, while the decent individual will at times employ strength and discipline to get things done.

But at the end of the day the kind-hearted leader facilitates consistency and open-minded trust (Augustus Caesar/Claudius), while the self-obsessed demagogue extracts envy from decay in a constantly shifting foundationless masquerade (Tiberius/Caligula). 

If you study your nation's leadership going back for hundreds of years, if democratically affiliated, you'll find multivariability. 

Thus Clement Attlee defeated Winston Churchill - how did that happen? - in 1945.

And Biden defeated Trump.

Only to be thrown under the bus for his troubles. 

The Living Daylights

The Cold War once saw fierce international antagonists, cautious regarding thermonuclear war, but still aggressively advancing opposing ideologies. 

Both sides demanded zealous loyalty from civilians, professionals, and soldiers, and should you even joke about defection grand bureaucratic impositions would immobilize you.

Seeking international fluidity a Soviet informant risks defection in The Living Daylights, the British Government open to emancipatory accommodation should he share with them compelling intel.

An elaborate plan is put into place and the tenacious traitor finds his ticket West, ebulliently awaking in celebratory high spirits in a theoretically safe house in the United Kingdom. 

Yet the Soviets condemn the treachery and swiftly come calling for the disloyal comrade, boldly snatching the foolish hamstring from right under MI6's smug noses.

But was it the Soviets who destructively acquired him or is someone else playing an even riskier game?

Duping intelligence agents around the world.

With the audacious hopes of selling contraband.

I always thought Timothy Dalton was given a raw deal with the James Bond franchise, I rather liked The Living Daylights and find it a thrilling engaging spy film.

It would have been tough to overcome the impression held amongst the public at the transitionary time, that Pierce Brosnan would make a great Bond after his performance in Remington Steele. 

Still, don't let the outcome cause you to overlook The Living Daylights, it's a hidden gem that's easy to dismiss since it obscurely contends between auspicious giants (saw it in Prince Edward Island). 

In a lot of Bond films you quickly discover what the terrorist agents are up to for instance, but The Living Daylights keeps you guessing with fast paced reversals and indelicate election.

In contemporary times, it's been 4 years without a Bond film that's a sacrifice of at least a figurative billion, doesn't the franchise make hundreds of millions every two to three years and if they don't release a film haven't they awkwardly eclipsed themselves?

Ah well, a new film is to be released but not till 2028 states Google. 

Cool to see Denis Villeneuve directing. 

Hopefully he also gets the next Star Wars franchise.

Miracle on 34th Street

It often seems like the jaded objective concrete materialistic obsession, is a feature of contemporary times which didn't exist in bygone days. 

The lack of spiritual enlightenment often attributed to common sense, seems like it wouldn't have existed long ago when cultures were more fantastically grounded. 

But if 1947 is the time marker which correspondingly took place 78 years ago, the agile contention that the present is less imaginative loses momentum in Miracle on 34th Street. 

For within its festive reels we find compulsive dismissals of the Holiday Spirit, and exacting rituals tempestuously inclined to rid its culture of compelling levity. 

Does the indefatigable spiritual not viscerally sustain scientific experiment, through the steady encouragement of alternative endeavours that strategic reasoning would have never conceived on its own?

Does the existence of incorporeal ethereal intangible dynamic being, not facilitate unorthodox thinking that leads to new developments in scientific theory?

We find stale and overwrought examples of traditional skeptical and cynical thought, dismissing the essence of Christmas with contemptuous vitriol in 34th Street.

Even as the remarkable benefits of harmless play lead to exceptional results, bitter acrimonious characters still crudely objurgate Santa's existence. 

Even as he exhaustively displays a meticulous knowledge of toys and where to find them, while speaking different languages with intricate foresight and linguistic flexibility, he's still excessively critiqued by agnostic stipulations from a roundabout age, and even thrown in a mental institution for boldly defending lighthearted humour. 

Should spiritual folk condemn the scientists to an improvised world of non-traditional reckoning, or should psychiatry and reason clerically expel all otherworldly thoughts from cultivated continuums? 

Does a grounded focus on reason and science not lay the framework for reliable consistency, while alternative arrangements cosmically endowed exalt sleigh bell sensations in ceremonious flight?

Does the fortuitous blend not effortlessly synthesize yin and yang with reflexive sanity?

That brings about open-minded efficiencies? 

Magic and moonbeams.

Hot cocoa. 

Gingerbread. 

Turumba

A traditional family nestled in the Philippines makes its living selling toys, lively animals made from paper mâché earn them a modest yet ample living.

The father is the village "Cantor" and leads a procession at the Turumba Festival, a local honour cherished and respected throughout the peaceful laidback countryside.

His family sells its toys at that same festival where it makes enough to live on throughout the year, their creations sought after viscerally due to the lifelike detail of their composition. 

Indeed Grandma oversees each toy's production and never withholds her well-meaning criticism, should her grandchildren employ less vigorous industry in the application of their art.

Time honoured modes of intricate manufacture collide with postmodern demands, however, when amazed toy sellers from a foreign land effectively hire them to thrive in abundance. 

Production vastly increases and soon many people from the village are hired, from 500 to 25,000 delicate toys definitively made with burgeoning expertise. 

But something's lost through the sudden transition and even though much more money's being made, free time to converse and relax or hike and explore fades into the disciplined background.

No doubt tempting to elaborately excel in lucrative crafty business endeavours, and to readily supply sought after local jobs with robust impacts and substantial reckoning.

The manufacture of their toys does little harm to the local environment, and therefore doesn't recklessly pollute the mountainous terrain they freely call home.

Free time to spend spiritually enriched with emphatic energy in the pursuit of life, can lead to a less stressful existence as the years pass with zest however.

There's a sense of pride and comprehensive achievement in the maintenance of fluid enterprise, but is the impoverished machete man not also rich with coveted free time to spend in the jungle?

As the Holiday Season swiftly approaches and the inherent glitter dazzlingly tantalizes, it's encompassingly intriguing to efficiently work and secure sufficient funds to commercially accommodate. 

But without the spiritual eagerness those emancipated hours resting with family and friends, does the season not lose some of its limitless value in the stoic determination to ceaselessly labour?

Different answers to different people but chillin' time is certainly important.

It's also cool to have lots of cash. 

The age old dialectic.

Acutely manifest. 

The Blob

A quiet night in the peaceful countryside picturesque and romantic, delicate and adoring, a young couple familiarizes itself with the night sky through active stargazing and vigilant discernment.

When a gigantic meteor from deep within space suddenly lands nonchalantly nearby, a local woodsman out for a stroll in the vicinity taking a closer look.

At first everything seems fine it's just a rock harmless and nondescript, but after it cracks open a translucent goo gesticulates and wavers with distressing undulation. 

The woodsman picks it up with a stick and then brings it to his hand for closer inspection, where it smothers his skin and absorbs his bones with greedy invasive absolutist hunger.

The young couple arrives to find him overwhelmed with pain and helpless frustration, they immediately agree to give him a ride to a local doctor who agrees to see him.

Back in town everything seems fine shenanigans alight - a dull even intensifies.

As the encumbering goo increasingly expands.

Aggressively digesting.

Every human it encounters.

It's clear that imminent space danger is posing a limitless unprecedented threat, and the grandiose resources of the entire world should be excessively deployed as a countermeasure. 

A giant interconnected web of satellites should gallantly cloak the world complete, to boldly save our economic interests and definitively ensure that nothing gets through.

If North America, in consultation with the United Nations, comes up with the imposing ubiquitous design, aesthetically vetted by Québec, and humorously lampooned by Ontario, the effective blueprints should be ready in a fortnight, after which security will be impeccable. 

Threats from space should only modestly take up around 3.5% of global budgets, and should we hunker down and buckle up there's no freakin' tellin' how much "ground" we'll cover.

I used to think the night sky was just a peaceful tranquil dome, effortlessly excelling at facilitating dreams and coordinating wise immaculate dominion.

But with the tangible threat of the enemy it casually obscures it must be tamed.

Like the frontier from The Last Starfighter.

Let's get 'er done!

Just in time for Christmas.

Big Trouble in Little China

Ageless limitless magical constellations symphonically scintillating voltaic vibes, unleashed sorcery conjured warlockdown inherent conflict improvised strategy.

Delivery scheduled, an outspoken trucker makes his way across North America, treating those listening to random outbursts of concrete wisdom and tough-talking jive.

Exoterically sermonizing on diverse subjects with bold declarations and happenstance harkening, he makes his way to San Francisco where he joins some friends in a night of gambling.

It's a special day for his closest bro since his innocent betrothed is arriving from China, whom he needs to meet at the nearby airport later that morning without further delay.

They make their way to the arrival zone but aren't the only ones awaiting her presence, a troubling group of angry ne'er-do-wells hoping to swiftly steal her away.

They succeed and bring her to Chinatown where she's recruited by a local business.

Avidly sought after by our heroes.

Who courageously seek bold conjugal virtue. 

Big Trouble in Little China is a hardboiled cult classic from a different age, when special effects were becoming less hokey and everyday people where cinematically kind.

We therefore find a compelling example of laidback wit and charming candour, making quick decisions with inspiring bravery even if he lacks esoteric wherewithal. 

It's the kind of campy industrious fortitude classically interwoven into action-packed chaos, that strikes an eternal bedlambience which constructively nurtures wilderness whimsy. 

If the filmmakers involved hadn't sincerely given 'er with monumental gusto the results may have been less memorable. 

John Carpenter habitually excels at encouraging strong performances. 

With exceptional line after exceptional line.

Unabashed and confident.

On down the road. 

The Garfield Movie

Ye olde Garfield comically elucidates the decadent steps to satiation, going above and beyond modest humble take out to supply himself with everything on the menu.

His habitual endearing shenanigans see the traditional maintenance of gormandized excess, his enabling kind-hearted oblivious owner freely facilitating ambitious plans. 

Nevertheless, he accidentally finds himself in trouble one dismal and lonesome day, when none other than his legitimate father comes to his daring rescue with ferocious courage.

Garfield and his father are estranged the younger holding an ironclad grudge, blaming dear old dad for abandoning him as a child to a cold and isolated subsistence lifestyle.

His father tries to explain but Garfield ain't a' listenin' to what he has to say, their reunion made even more awkward when an angry nemesis suddenly outwits them. 

They're tasked with stealing thousands of quarts of milk from a local dairy known for its security.

The only one who can aid their struggle.

A resigned bull jaded and lovelorn.

Garfield was huge in my youth he had just come out and was quite the sensation, I still have the first dozen or so books with treasury compilations and holiday specials. 

Did he encourage other lazy underachieving characters like Bart Simpson or Peter Griffin, I can't determine if there's a direct link but similar viewpoints widely circulate? 

I was surprised to see Garfield off his game in this incarnation he's fraught with error, indeed he's the overconfident dismissive fool who unintentionally disrupts their meticulous strategy.

I remember him succeeding unilaterally in the '80s and often encountering self-aggrandizing serendipity, I wasn't sure if I had just forgotten his occasional misfortunes or if the comic had become less mischievous in recent decades.

I fondly remembered ordering take out pizza with tasty breadsticks and lasagna dishes, as I watched Garfield devour legions of cheesy mouthfuls indelicately unconcerned with weight or diet.

The boundless enthusiastic unaffected gains of fictional characters. 

With a bit of editing, effortlessly blooms.

Garfield at Large, posthaste ad infinitum.