Monthly Archives: February 2016

4 – 7 Hz

Dear God no—a new SuperMegaNet episode has somehow been leaked unto the Interwebs. Officials are investigating.

Obligatory excerpt:

“I still can’t believe they towed your apartment.”

“That’s the city for you. A hundred bucks says they put up a mini-mall where your digs used to be and deny there was ever any wrongdoing.”


“Don’t listen to Beta. He likes to exaggerate. About Jan’s missing bytes, if you please.”

“It depends on how they were lost during transfer. They may be gone, they may be sitting on an SMN server somewhere, marked as deleted by the file system, but not yet overwritten. Trouble is, the more time passes, the more likely it is your bytes have been overwritten.”

“So, this is it, then. I’m stuck like this.”

“Let’s not hit the power button before the game’s over. Let me look at the error logs, nose around the Taurus servers a bit. I just don’t want to pull a Jen Barber and tell you I speak Italian when really I’m just winging it so that people will pay attention to me.”

“Who’s Jen Barber?”

“Oh, for fuck’s—come hell or high water, at some point today we’re binging on The IT Crowd…”

The premise: Beta offers Jan an unorthodox means of coping with his missing bytes. Read the full episode here.

Turbo Kid

Turbo Kid

(Via Turbo Kid.)

Turbo Kid is Mad Max, Power Rangers, eighties morning cartoons, and a little bit of The Last Starfighter thrown in for good measure—the product of which would be a standard fare post-apocalyptic exercise were it not for an amazingly retrotastic soundtrack and liberal use of oh-so-meaty practical effects. Munro Chambers is charming enough as The Kid, a lonely teenager scavenging the wasteland for bubble gum and comic books; Laurence Leboeuf is terrifyingly comical as Apple, a wandering stranger with major fangirl tendencies; Michael Ironside is his usual antagonistic self as Zeus, self-appointed overlord of the badlands of 1997. But it’s the meat and the music that give Turbo Kid its superpowers. Gallons of fake blood and latex makeup over ho-hum digital effects. Up-tempo retro beats over wannabe John Williams or the usual no-hope electronica fare. This is the beginning of the new oldschool. In the words of Michael Ironside, “Let the juicing begin.”