Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget

Geez Louise.

Am I to understand that the British Isles released a mass marketed children's film in/directly promoting vegetarianism as a major theme, as opposed to ye olde traditional "beefy" pub fare, which also presents a framework for revolution? 

Am I also to understand that Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget is a sequel to a film which promotes the rebellious aforementioned with equally family friendly camp stratagems (meaning the original wasn't crushed by the American Meat Eating Colossus)?

Almost 50% of the British population voted to remain part of the European Union, and I imagine the Chicken Run franchise wholeheartedly showcases their progressive impeti.

Indeed, as Dawn of the Nugget began and I noticed the controversial subtext, I figured there was no way the film was made in the U.S, and that it might have come from Scandinavia. 

Brainwashing is even a prominent theme as chickens are tricked into thinking their lives are wonderful, just before being transformed into nuggets, it unconsciously upholds critical eviscerations. 

By doing so, it fights the trillion dollar ad industry as it routinely promotes ye olde chicken nuggets, by inadvertently suggesting we've been brainwashed as consumers again and again and again.

It's a film created by Adorno's Culture Industry which works within that industry itself, to once again bring to life the alternative continuums Sanders's Oligarchs would destroy (imagine the Democrats had gone with Sanders [it hurts too much!]).

Thus, we "feel compelled to consume these products even though we see through them", and if one pays close enough attention, occasionally they're rewarded as they consume films that help them realize that they've been compelled to consume products that are intensely cruel and mean-spirited (for further viewing see They Live).

Usually, there's an overt declaration within them that nothing can stop or modify the master narrative, the animals missing life in the zoo in Madagascar, the pigs turning on everyone in Animal Farm.

That doesn't happen here however the film ends with even stronger revolutionary tendencies. 

And a preference for hard fought freedom.

From the relentless American machine.

*Choose Europe! The EU is much stronger with Britain!

Deep Freeze

A loving family says farewell to its honoured grandpa one sad day, who had spent his life in traditional service to that same unit et au travail.

Hoping to one day meet again, they hire a new service to preserve his body, in new age cryogenic slumber until such a time as he can be reanimated. 

Things go well at the farsighted business as hundreds of wealthy people eagerly seek, newfound life in another epoch on down the road with their illness cured.

Family life returns to normal the humble father still working at the library, the mother making ends meritoriously meet, as a Grade 5 teacher, the children getting along.

Just as a brilliant yet mad disciplined scientist sets out to create an undead army, of somnambulistic unfrozen supermen steadfast and loyal to his every word.

He's developed a universal preservative which athletically reanimates frozen tissue, while making it susceptible to suggestion such as let's rule the entire world.

Working as a modest janitor he infiltrates the cryogenic facility, and continuously waits with diligent patience for the right moment to create his army.

As luck would have it, one carefree evening his fellow workers sit down to play, a heated game of Texas Hold 'Em with humble stakes and heartfelt empathy.

He makes sure to go all in early on so he'll get knocked out.

The slumbering automatons unconsciously awaiting.

His insane authoritative commands. 

*What would you do if you had your own army of reanimated Übermensch, son?

**First, I'd see if they could play hockey. Then, if they were athletically gifted, I'd make my own team and compete in the playoffs.

*What if they weren't that athletic?

**I might establish my own business. If they were skilled negotiators, we could make some serious money.

*Do you think harnessing the power of the undead would give you an unfair commercial advantage?

**Are you being facetious?

*Not intentionally. I suppose it's taken for granted that you wouldn't try to conquer the known universe?

**Why would I? It's already been done in the film!

*Crazy family reunion I'd say.

**That was an awkward Thanksgiving. 

Barbarosa

In the scorching hot wilderness carefreely straddling the border between Texas and Mexico, a survivalist bandit with retirement in sight makes a controversial living after his banishment. 

Ostracized since the beautiful daughter of a wealthy landowner took his hand, he's forever chased by incessant honchos culturally obsessed with pleasing their lord.

An awkward innocent tragic fool finds himself alone and hunted one day, after he accidentally murders his brother-in-law and his immediate family totally freaks. 

He's fortunate to meet Barbarosa who reluctantly takes him in, and shows him how to make an honest living when rudely cast out by kith and kin.

He's new to the hardboiled countryside and proceeds in error most of the time, Barbarosa arriving at opportune moments to offer benevolent aid to the clueless youngster. 

Simultaneously, the lad refuses to offer his help when Barbarosa goes too far, presenting an idealistic foil to his age-old grumpy thieving shenanigans. 

He slowly unravels Barbarosa's tale until sincere sympathy sedulously emerges. 

As they forge a legendary team.

Boldly traversing the unsung badlands. 

*Would Barbarosa's marriage have been more successful if he had asked his wife's father for permission beforehand, dad?

**Well, here it's one of those old school situations where her father may have never allowed her to marry anyone, let alone Barbarosa, like in Scarface, so if they wanted to be together, they had to go it alone.

*Awkward, I'd say.

**Yes son, no doubt.

*I guess he had to shoot his father--in-law's leg off after he had his ears cut off, but didn't that just make a haunting situation even more menacing?

**There's really no solution to problems like these son, all the individuals involved are much too stubborn.

*Like when the kid falls for Barbarosa's daughter?

**That's right son, very observant. 

*I guess everyone just kind of marries whomever these days, eh dad?

**Yes son, our communities have become quite diverse. 

*I'm a huge fan of variability.

**That's good to hear son, so am I. 

Outbreak

Suspicious that a virulent plague was able to slip through our sterile defences, and put the whole freakin' world on lockdown, just out of the blue, suddenly, just like that.

Also strange that a resilient vaccine was effectively produced in so little time, and everything ended quite efficiently after the dullest period of postmodern existence.

I suppose that if our medical infrastructure is world renowned then it isn't surprising that a vaccine was developed so quickly, although if a virus was deadly enough to outmaneuver the infrastructure perhaps the vaccine should have taken longer to make.

So boring.

It couldn't have been more blasé.

I was lucky enough to have work and they couldn't cancel walks in the woods, but wide-ranging activities and sundry entertainments could no longer be accessed through direct application.

I was of the mindset that COVID did in fact exist and was malevolently taking on the world, and didn't think it was a hoax collaboratively designed to test drugs and obedience. 

Thus, I disagreed with the anti-vaxxers who saw themselves as freedom fighters, and thought the ways in which they were accessing their freedoms put their communities at risk.

Its origins and eventual spread around the unsuspecting globe do remain mysterious, there's no doubt it did exist, but why or how did it originate?

If it actually commenced in the East how was it able to feverishly escape, since that jurisdiction is already on lockdown with strict governmental oversight concerning everything?

It did escape, nevertheless, and was then dispersed around the globe, why weren't relevant airlines quickly shut down so the spread would obstinately decrease?

Obviously, there hadn't been a global pandemic for over a century and the Earth wasn't ready for old world demands, the interconnected interactive globe somewhat ill-suited to industrious plague.

I felt bad for the politicians who didn't know what to do, struggling to respond to questions they didn't know how to answer.

It was a great time for thoughtful inanity as so many came up with theories, the vast majority of which were incorrect, since really there was little one could do but suffer.

That's not very cheerful though and it doesn't make a very good story.

I still think the pandemic was worse than Trump.

Although things this time round are crazy bad. 

Trucks

Machinery has on awkward occasion posed philosophical questions while at work, the consistent use of fuel-powered-entities blended with distraction leading to hypotheses. 

Such theories no doubt imaginatively aided by consistently observing different narratives throughout life, the uncanny ludicrous application of televisual conceit to work and play.

But if oil and gas is eventually created as life inevitably dissolves, it was therefore once indubitably alive in possession of thought and spirit and appetite (Plato).

Machines inarguably seem inanimate when not turned on when lying dormant, with no fuel warmly generating power to encourage motion and requisite function. 

But when active does the fuel they burn once composed of life once again draw breath?, ontologically igniting ancient schematics blueprints attuned to reanimation. 

As the reignited organic material takes hold of the metallic construction, it nurtures different kinds of behaviour, which is why machines seem like they have personalities. 

Thus, one takes it easy with older machines less intimately acquainted with flexible immediacy, while it's fun to reasonably play with brand new constructions recently made.

Trucks takes things to the next level and gleefully removes the human factor, the trucks indeed suddenly turning on their once unsuspecting masters.

As they take over the small town of Bridgeton there's little that the lords can do.

Besides try to find a way to get out of there.

Before machine-kind embodies absolute rule. 

*Isn't this what you'd call crackpottery dad, machines coming to life and killing everyone?

**That's certainly an argument you can make son, although the off-kilter theory still mystifies.

*Tough to stop your mind from wandering when doing boring stuff, isn't it dad?

**It's helped to make so many cool stories.

*I still don't think machines are alive.

**You're probably right. But, really, who's to say? 

*Sigh. Okay, maybe driverless cars are a bad idea.

**Good to keep humans in the loop son.

*No doubt. I don't know what I was thinking.

**A.I can't freakin' drive cars. 

*Loved the station wagon. 

Denouemental

The sensational appeal of easy money can't be ignored by local entertainers, hellbent on avoiding the grind through clever artifice and dissimulation.

A kind-hearted businessperson distantly known to them suddenly has need of traditional labour, steady jobs which the artists know and are capable of doing if thereby tasked.

Several of them find work in the lavish gardens and fertile fields, intuitively observing the distinguished peace of agile mind accompanying the demands.

Yet performance is their goal the sly creation of a play, to be effectively executed with awkward timing and hapless yet industrious wherewithal.

 

They hope to secure a healthy income through enticing advertising and swift delivery, and hope to convince the commercial architect to wholeheartedly fund their lithe endeavours. 

They put on the show.

He takes it in.

And unfortunately notices that it's terrible.

The resigned actors and actresses noticing the same thing.

The group nevertheless applauding.

The actors continue to sincerely pretend that they've created an unmatched masterpiece, the captivating humour all-encompassing as rehearsals eclectically facilitate. 

The kind-hearted patron sees no need to deconstruct their false impression, and rather enjoys the creative novelty and its distinct lack of flowing melody.

The question remains, will the public like it?, as opening night quickly descends.

Mutual appreciation shortly giving way.

To critical notice and descriptive admiration. 

*Is this how films really get made dad?

**I'm afraid so son, I'm afraid so.

*Do any adults doing anything actually know what they're doing?

**If people like what they do, yes, otherwise, I'm afraid not.

*Sounds like growing up's just a huge waste of time dad.

**Many would agree with you son, although others may contradict you.

*Can we go out for ice cream?

**Yes, son, three scoops each. 

Imbalance

Gaunt exertion dawdling dogma

decadent drool glib secretion

tendril measure octopi artifice 

transfigured lashing emancipation

beguiling flank bemused vanguard

wild orchestration novel schematic

signified solstice eloquent candour

playful transmission ornate circuitry

shortcake swathe strawberry swirl

overwrought twinkle dazzling sapphire

finicky flair impulsive crux

acrimonious tether bittersweet zounds

foolhardy wireless piquant piñata 

blessed exuberance tribal resonance

rhythmic liaison butterfly echo

fortuitous flout agile condition

ominous nougat pulsating strain

flamboyant flicker luminous llama

tweed imposition baritone succulence

disparate jammies megaphonetic

frumpy fruition hapless hokey

blank denomination opaque fugue

obscured variety tactile convenience

debonair dalliance outstretching stake

lemon echinacea zinc zumbaya

caricature Campbell yale distinction 

whippersnap tranq bodacious blend

seditious simmer galavant smooch

minuscule matcha corroded severance

flippant manoeuvre fetching strike

gingembre folk Euclid geometry 

overwhelmed tenure rigamarole 

clandestine hook macaroon marble

Jacoby jousting frenetic salts

distinguished caretaking tense efficiency

panoply puma battlecat cringe

smitten injunction algebraic clatter

corresponding function lay derivative

chatterbox slam garrulous stride

mim interlocutosaur Mardi Gras slaw

monastic bellow kitschy brew

clementine Kraken colluseverity

popinjay fly meditative lounge

croonin' minestroonin' insouperable scythe

yeasty regimen suffragette swerve

itinerant faction velodrome vibe

mutated extraction nutrient smarm

tentacle triage gumpty disjuncty

nuisance lynchpinnacle pineapple scrubs

finagle flounce novel interjection

camelotuscany lithic amplitude

crustacean skedad' sequin membrane.   

Reflexiconstruct

Cartoon flecktone barracuda

lapis lazuli gingérent fluke

illusory scan Gaelic mélange

artisanal splice ornate plume

plasticine plinth claytent augur

clandestine groove sentiment Sally

blithe melancholia district solute

murky emulsion immiscible mood

stipending glisten jettison jolt

snuffefluff straw syndicate sneer

Ma & Pa Kettle salt-of-the-Earth

instructive knowhow routine capacity

galvanized structure thriving schoon'

exquisite pomp lobsty-kablobsky

obstinate glee stubborn splendour

grubstake galley saturnine swish

gushing torrent acquiesced 'clusion

crystalline glut blindside berm

supple kerfuffle roundabout truffle

pluscious portico flotsalmon flim'

cul-de-sacrosanct hearty victuals

chevalier spike shifting gears

lotto gelato cavernous grotto

elusive shades stoic inflection

insolent tender bold delineation

humidor haven hamstrung shard

critter calculi fold combustion

strict exhaust airtight filter

viacondor bereft digression

wholegrain flounce digestive aid

pomegranitely saccharine shivers

Odessa artistry Corinthian cruise

disintegration journeyman jaunt

arcane extension butterscotch bloom

starch chuckleberry candlelit quantum 

rooty panflutey maladroit glen

efficient cycle rolodex reticence

transistor torrent Kraken deluge

regardless flair banal simplicity

regal temperance haywire hospice

spacious enclosure fictive friction

yeteatime travel homeostasis

temptation trickle fly tributary 

ossified flow frenetic fleuve

engulfed exertion tenement treacle

blustering bandits lodgepole pine

inverted caution commercial break

fluffy and snuffly suger shack bake 

discus Invictus inhabited hostie

oblong tabernac fractious frenzy

vessel carestle burgeoning tresel 

watershed cheshire serenadine. 

Kitten Caboodle

They existed peacefully in unison, in balanced harmony with inclusive nature, enjoying the modest bounty of the land with humble reckoning and agile foresight.

Their species had known these comforts since time immemorial and everlasting, when a bold and crafty constructive divinity cleverly thought of a newfound plan.

He noted that the expansive landscape hadn't changed much in recent centuries, and thought that if one of his creatures had cultivating powers the resultant wilderness would be more dynamic. 

In consultation with the chosen ones he clearly explained his wondrous plan, that they should henceforth build abundant dams with natural materials across the land. 

Many of the chosen animals had requisite questions in curious response, the inquisitive characteristics of their postures respectfully admired by their master.

He laid out the efficient plan in erudite detail with effective musing, taking into animate account regional differences and personality conflicts.

Yet even though the plan seemed fine and in fact brilliant from many perspectives, there were still those amongst them who thought it foolhardy and supercilious. 

They complained of the extra work and how it would conflict with nutrient acquisition, and lazing about in the hot sun on warm summer days ad infinitum.

The others pointed out that dam construction would ensure food throughout the winter, and the nearby lodge a place to stay that couldn't be accessed by wolves or bobcats.

Still they refused to believe longing to keep to the olden ways, and struggle if needs be from month to month and day to day.

And the divinity became fed up and indeed supernaturally decreed, that the species would be separated into different groups forever after.

The beavers would have a special tail and be given the miraculous gift, to venture forth throughout the land constructing dams for all and sundry.

The muskrats would keep the tail of a rat and never change throughout the centuries, in close resemblance to their ancient brethren yet less industrious over the millennia.

I always thought beavers got the idea to build dams and lodges from watching birds build nests. Isn't that true dad?

It might be little Timmy. Although I must admit, I really can't say.  

Fluxurious

Bogged downhome stasis marchery twang

fennigan 'fuffle swampersand dune

vetted dissected clackety cruise

mariner magpie holstein hearth

grimacing ghoul fortuitous frown

withering wince marmellow mash

emotive 'flage cornhusker 'fuge

soma 'lacrum hybriddle hocus

vocal pinpointdextr'ous mismatched membranes

marbled conduction blithering dearth

spiralling hatch swineyard sortie

dissolving adorable gothic fluidity 

tomcatty jones charming enchantment 

jejunglee jinx barrelhousebound

calico crisper fallow retained

'ciferous vocab ornament lex

eclipsing pulsar stately ambrosia

festoon tycoon garland croquet

dazzling dust devil whimpering slight

tarragon tremors fastened askew

oblong kyoto cryptic hiatus

banishing bulge frugal inception

inchoate cream shimmering gown

Cadillac quorum quadrant variable

swish-ke-slob scurvy redoubled effortitude

scallywag sympatico zesty relish 

casabathousebound embryo unction

thoroughbred chalice jocose enterprise

imbroglyonostrum elliptical clash

asphyxiated stifle babbling brouhaha

rabble roused recourse diverse counsel

chaotic quench salient enclave

starboard sufferance anointed Druid

peripatechnic sparmesan crust

immersive axiom rotisserie ramshack

nutrient nebulae languid larva 

maquillage malcontent austere spontaneity

cloaked conditional hollow imperative

pirouette pewter symbiotic swirl

obscure definition gourmantic glade

ricochet Richelieu neutrino nuance

photon overdrive daguerrotypical

artifice flume Boston cream

volcanic cosmos obsidian crest

ironcalladin technicolour tempo

salamander skimp collusive sublimity

hyena harken hammerhead hail

metropolitan magma meadowlark slam

marathon mingle fingerling fresca

opaque jasmine saturnine hinge 

lunar module bivouac burnish

starling doppelgäng squadron threshold. 

Cinnamonjaro

Earthling altitude modest terrain

temperate texture soulful substance

tarmacademia blithe restraints

sheepskin shawarma blessed vibe

resourceful slapdash clerical flutter

obscure insignia heraldic vague

fetching inscription ferrel motto

furnished amplitude blind rendition

tamarack emblem debonair blemish 

Calcutta Colby fragrant steep

leafy agglomerate sentiment swathe

mellotion dram draughty plunge

colloquial charter bodomnibushel 

novel sensation spirited quote

ambient hue resigned independence

networked bother flapjack flounce

articulate jive legible slog 

vernacular venting diatribe roast

convective coda augmented slice

crucible swagger tapiocandour

gloomy exhaustive opaque billow

jettison jiggle gothic harvest

corn-on-the-cobelisk succulent drool

empathetic scion madeleine muse

sirenaissance core elemental quintessence

gymnastic gallantry aerodyne fore

soaring residuals existential thrust

interwoventriloquy agile glide

panoramic puma blissful ineptitude 

pulsating rhythm saddle & paddle

carnougat sidewinding centigrade shivers

zodiak zephyr stolid oak

habitual measure windswept meadow

cicada signet bobcat petal

incessant drain uncanny leisure

stoked stultified sandlot snooze

magnumbing mantra idiomatrix

dominion auspices resolute craze

incidental fusion illustrious lobe

diurnal bland castigated lummox

maladroit mosey cavernous stumble

precipitous climb flexible limb

laidback enrolment festive swoon

endearing swell fertile blossom

diggin'-in-deep extolled concerted

fluent schematics rubric invention

intermediate manga solar proximity

gambolling gait tantamontagne

cross interdiction esteemed allotment 

soulful sacrifice joyful fidelity

carbonbontemps lapins curieux 

eggstatactition sunrisen shine. 

Cheminstrel

Incommunicado restless interlocutor

opaque isthmus crackling wood

baroque embellishment ludic verve

incessant antics quivering fletch

summited circa pinnacle plush

inordinate view symbiotic horizon

dazzling downpour gracious melody

leapfroggin' lacka ambient haze

cardiovascular decked out dygnashing

quizzical camper sandstriking smidge

fussy instructions aghast retinue

punctilious incline almond bitters

sawdust sucré atemporal flux

modest demeanour exemplary marrow

chestnutterance spitfire samosa

whiplash stampede 'tripetal blush

accelerant catalyst crucial consumption

jaundiced jaguar infinite loop

Danube dispiriting swollen embankments

didgerdeluge ominiondation

exotic sampler smithereens scoot 

vacillate vermint crafteaspoon critter

vanilla sedgling vehicular blinds

botanical blimsy tobaccolades

frenetic fissure frugallaghershwin

optimal nominal whole grain blather

tantamount treacle viscid supplication

invertebrate buzz infinite fleece

brittle consternation bewildering blasé

comatose stride sleepwalking sentience

dizzying drowsy succour shallot

labyrinthine strata lithe collocation

Morpheus mingle curious swagger

inchoate charm vouchsafing vessel

subconscious structure shapeshifting sands

elusive elocutus jocose jammin'

husky interlude cerebral paucity

juxtaposed lick rhythmic pulse

crescending sorcery glib diminuendo 

improvised guideline denouement stress

fitful romance disinclined thriller

comedic quark siesta sci-fi

meteoric magma galactic chemistry

soluble liquified coaxing unknown

enigmatic math eccentric equipoise 

garland sugargomellow enterprise

rooty microbe coagulate granule 

aggregate shade pebble bipedal

octane inducement incognito nebulae

'dromeda snorbit courageous descent

fugacious fauna feverish fruit

extracurricular unique venture

spawned. 

Web Spring

As far as I know, spiders spend a lot of time building webs.

They're not that concerned with acoustics.

Birds irritated one spider intensely however because they could produce such beautiful songs, and as far as he knew spiders could not, at least not up until that present day. 

But they could make distinct webs consisting of varying degrees of strength, in sundry shapes and manifold sizes, they had an advantage from that point of view.

What to do with all that variety that was the frustrating engaging question, how to create mellifluous sound from the tactile strings composing their webs?

Then one day he was out and about testing web strength with an expert eye, when a sudden downpour caught him off guard and he slipped and fell onto a nearby leaf.

Yet as he slipped one of his legs dynamically plucked a heartfelt string.

And a wondrous sound was breathtakingly heard.

Soon to be accompanied in rhythmic jive. 

It's a bit absurd to think about a spider's web like a versatile guitar string, as if the metallic nature of the pluck could be fibrously reproduced in nature. 

Still, a compelling idea to think about spiders chill and jammin', throughout forests across the land at different speeds and variable tempos.

I liked how little Caleb taught the others how to play, and in their boredom they eventually created unique communal sounds ensemble.

Since different spiders have alternative sizes the resonant sounds of the sprightly webs, make for symphonic amplitudes after tuned to sonorous threads.

50 or 60 spiders playing their web guitars with eight arms apiece, would make for quite the orchestral gathering as it certainly does within the film.

I loved when the birds took part and graciously starting playing the compelling music.

Spider symphonies adaptively enchanting. 

Naturalists through song. 

*It's cool to watch spiders build webs.

**How did they evolve to do that?

Folionnaise

Synchronous lushkie limestone lickspittle

ornery altitude cranked discretion,

churning melodious rhythmic medley 

chimphonic chirp lithobandana. 

Sufferance slather almond risotto 

indelicate flock temperance twaddle,

buglengarry freeform expeditious sway

eiderdown nambul cloaken outspoken.

Wheedle conceital fiesta tweedle 

sourdough snuggles vellum parlay,

beaconflict sprout lateral pulse

throbbing distinction gongdola soir.

Riveting yield compendium strike

stave conglameration opalescent stream,

callous chiavelli earthling industry

extraterrestrial finesse fervour. 

Moonstruck abacus-cous signature slam

interplanetary verbose vacuum, 

saturnine willow mercurial convention

venestle vortex martians askew.

Aesthetic balance gritty endeavour 

invariable forecast sultry stew,

everlasting impression instantaneous substance

evanescent grain voluptuous vibe.

Rocky terrain indefinite vestige 

credential crunch ornate circuitry,

wavelength wafflin' transister truffle

modibreadcrumbdrum harried hyasynthesized.

Liver & onions gammon & spinach

chapter & verse flesh & bone,

inordinatortue souris sonata

clavier coagulate écran sorbet.

Irksome impediment smug reliance

perplexing convexling concavernous cues,

tiptop adoring tailspinpointsetter

cloyed ambassador bon vivanguardian.

Tipolitesse-chest beaver slumber-some

beach ball piazza cahoots calzoot-hoot,

fledgling flotilla asynchronous Borg

individualistic elusive aloha.

Nebulous narcolept segmentary sedge

woolen exponent felicitous flub,

Serengeti cycle salubrious glen

orbital awning stratocastrophere.

Carriage disparaged riverbed rummage

disorientation fragmentary flummox,

equestrian stride synergy strewn

salicin syndicate rosemary, thyme.  

Haranglutton

Disenchantingly, the voracious craze for oil & gas having yet subsided, the forlorn day melancholically came when planet Earth had no more oil.

Level heads had pleaded for centuries to smoothly facilitate a transition plan, but inherent greed and inestimable faith in the status quo were insurmountable.

Cultures had begun to rely on AI to make their decisions for them, and it had not foreseen the inevitable scarcity nor uttered warnings about its hardships.

It was highly relied upon as billions of people asked it relevant questions, and followed its advice with openminded standing throughout the complexities of daily life.

Without oil there was no AI and people had to think once again, the grand overbearing gloomy imposition leading to madness in the most domesticated. 

The well-off had found subjective ways to creatively preserve their way of life, individually cut off from communities at large they made their way far off in the country.

Seeing their chance, the most ambitious of the disenfranchised raised their voices. 

And exclaimed in heartfelt crescendo. 

Their visionary ideas for a sustainable future. 

Time and care is articulated taken to passionately construct the alternative speeches, opposing ideologies steadfastly interwoven within their stately verbose orthodoxies.

The lofty presentation of high-minded ideals makes an impact amongst the faithful, and seems to be winning the derelict day before it's exoterically confronted. 

The here and now, the stresses of the moment the discovery of food for winter impressing, many people in its vigorous plea to indefinitely champion wants and needs.

It is a film I suppose, so what can be done when another group militaristically imposes, its brutal discipline and absolutist fervour throughout the helpless indoctrinated lands.

Unity of ideals and spirit still thriving.

In a mad doomsday Shakespearian scenario. 

With a steady focus on a struggling family.

Loved the bear strolling through the woods in the end.

Chrysanthemumbles

Florial stigma calisthenic clutter

chatterbox chowda grimacing gruel,

discordant snag touchdowncast iron

tenacious troll bitesize embankment. 

Cheerio chisel postal precision

indented margins Kodiak foal,

dilapotato tumbledown thesp

neolithic narration sculpted foam.

Tame effervescence mild precipitation

meteor showerefore chocolate chips,

decadent fluke lithe charisma

gloatisserie gleam sugar shack shimmy. 

Sonarly squiggle sonorous swag

écoute les hiboux verdant pulse,

evergreen surroundings wild inculcation

incorrigible shuffle lay 'doctrination. 

Glade befuddle transfixed aura

solar elixir ceremonious glide,

edible berries serene implosion

subconscious subset manifest slumber.

Ludicrous luncheon anthropomorphized 

exacting impossibility convex shards,

mid-afternoon tea recuperative snack

animate alchemy wondrous conv'lution.

Crisp calabreeze dainty declamation

febrile compartment improvised custom,

embeelzebubbly uproarious hilt

glib variation fomenting blush. 

Trowel delegation indesjardins

potentate proxy Methuselah mettle,

indisposed quake irrelevant zounds

primordial spool waylaid tricoté.

Decathlon flummox insolvent decorum

itinerant craze barmy sombrew,

mellow expedient corrugated crib

impersonal jinx delicate moj'.

Cloven dispersal magnanimous herd 

ungulate gammon Venetian blinds,

coal collocation charming flamb

disorderly douse famished liaison. 

Stagnating roundabout coiled disposition

slithering sidewind donutter frill,

lucid illusion chomp chomp chomp chomp

acquisitive faction surmontivideo. 

Gallant excursion fluid residual

snowbelt contorsion bonhomme luge,

insatiable iris tasty cuisine

convivial vacay studious sliver. 

Through the Trees

Itinerant industry flexibly enabled as resourceful families seek continuity, their newfound country strange and mysterious in haunting possession of otherworldly customs.

The sudden realization that you're actually there and need to learn a new language, simple things like buying groceries much more confusing at the startling outset. 

Finding work also a difficult task as cultural and linguistic barriers demotivate, yet perseverance and determination eventually lead to modest earnings.

Lodgings also tough to come by as rental negotiations require knowledgeability, yet with compassion and understanding rooms are eventually to be found. 

Community contacts are gradually made as the enthusiastic immigrants settle, local networks providing help as they seek to learn more about their neighbourhood. 

Other people in similar circumstances lend a hand and offer friendship.

But hostilities also emerge.

As communities struggle to get along at times.

The difficulties of learning a foreign language while simultaneously finding a job and somewhere to live, aren't lost on the filmmaking team as they showcase several scenes of inherent disillusionment. 

The manifestation of sympathetic people seeking to lend a helping hand also works well, people noting the newcomer's courage and keenly responding with tips and aid.

The focus on how things start to level out as more time passes is skillfully done, the not-so-smooth-at-times integration effectively facilitating highs and lows.

The scenes at work help to diversify the narrative as several different characters tell their tales, immigration stories from all over the world humanistically told with hardboiled eloquence.

Communal celebrations add a festive touch as the years pass with energetic resolve, the coming together of various traditions sewing resilient interactive multiplicities.

The humble transference of their origins and customs fruitfully enhances local cultural narratives.

Adding transfigurating depth. 

While keeping in mind local industry. 

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. 

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. 

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.