Tuesday, 10 July 2018

Sunday, Sunday / Tuesday, Tuesday (66, 67, 68 & 69)

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Sooo... no time no see, eh? Truthfully, I've been a bit M.I.A., but your girl got yourself a new freelancing/part-time writing gig at Bustle (I know, right?!) in June, so of course, my focus has been more over there than here. That combined with my recent stint of writer's block for this site — my baby — nearly a month of no content has been a good thing, to be honest. 

It's made me think about the direction I want Wreck My Brain to go in, and it's not too different to what it has been. Of course, I'm still open to reviewing new and emerging music, but I do want to focus on more on my loves. Like my fav bands, films, television, the obvious throwback reviews of those, and maybe even more books and games from time to time. I want this blog to feel more fun and again, and more me, man. Less stressful. 

Obviously, that means The X-Files is here to stay because I'm not me without Mulder and Scully.

Anyway, enough of my groveling. Here's the past four Sunday, Sunday's that should be way longer since it's four weeks of content. But I'm a busy gal now, so you can't really blame me. 

E3 2018 may seem like ancient history now, but I'm still as hyped as I was for those four glorious days. There were so many games announced and explored, and there were obviously only three that completely owned my heart. As much as I want to play Smash on the Switch, I have literally only played it twice and was absolutely pathetic at it.

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I'm still not sure where I sit in regards to the online gameplay, but there's no denying that I am so, so excited for Fallout 76. Like, I know it's not the fifth 'full' instalment of the franchise, but the fact that the map is four times the size of Fallout 4 (eek!), and is set 25 years after the Great War — making it the earliest game in the Fallout universe — just makes my heart flutter.

Ugh, give it to me now. Thankfully I decided to replay Fallout 4 — with all its expansions — so it's safe to say I won't be craving Fallout 76 until its release date in November this year.

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Oh. My. DAYS. I am so pumped for these Pokemon games. The gameplay that was shown at Nintendo's panel nearly made me cry, I swear to God. Seeing how far the franchise — and games — have come since I was a kid is getting too overwhelming. The fact you can finally have Pikachu (or Eevee) hanging around on your shoulder or head, alongside another Pokemon in your party following close behind is just too much. 

Sure, I'm still a bit irked that there are no wild encounter battles, but man. What Nintendo are offering with these RPGs makes up for it. If they're implementing this stuff in the first Switch game, God knows what else they'll be debuting. 

And don't even get me started on that Poke ball thing. That is some serious, innovative shit right there. 

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I love the aesthetic — and I guess genre — of cyberpunk so so much, so imagine my excitement when the trailer for Cyberpunk 2077 was released. I had absolutely no idea that this was even a thing, and that it was originally a tabletop game (Cyberpunk 2013 & 2020 in the late 80s and early 90s).

Set in the fictional Night City in California, you'll be able to explore another dystopian future, much like those of Blade Runner and Judge Dredd. I'm so jealous that Polygon managed to get a glimpse of the game through a demo. Just reading through what they experienced with the game is making me want to play it even more. GAH.

Having not personally dealt with suicide, I hadn't realised how fucked up news coverage can be and how it can make people feel that have actually dealt with the ramifications of suicide. In this beautifully written by Huffington Post's Ashely Feinberg, the recent passings of Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade are explored, and how insensitive news outlets can be when reporting their deaths. 

"Whether out of voyeurism or genuine concern, people search furiously for details, both about the deceased and about those around them thrown into profound pain," she writes. It really puts media coverage in perspective when it comes to suicide. Definitely a must-read. 


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Co-written by David Lynch and journalist Kristine McKenna, Lynch's 592-page (IKR?!) memoir will be the best way of gaining some semblance of insight into the enigmatic mind of the surrealist director. After I manage to get through my current reading list — and bookshelf — Room to Dream is next on my list. 

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I can't wait to see Lynch's comments on his filmography, thought processes, and personal life. He's such an interesting character. Read Random House's description of the book below and tell me you're not the least bit excited to read this: 
"In this unique hybrid of biography and memoir, David Lynch opens up for the first time about a life lived in pursuit of his singular vision, and the many heartaches and struggles he's faced to bring his unorthodox projects to fruition.  
"Lynch's lyrical, intimate, and unfiltered personal reflections riff off biographical sections written by close collaborator Kristine McKenna and based on more than one hundred new interviews with surprisingly candid ex-wives, family members, actors, agents, musicians, and colleagues in various fields who all have their own takes on what happened." 

I think my fascination with theme parks came to a head when I first watched Jurassic Park. Michael Crichton's depiction of a theme-park-gone-wrong enthralled me, whilst also demonstrating how destructive and narcissistic the human mind can be. As Ian Malcolm (Jeff Goldblum) famously says: "... your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could that they didn't stop to think if they should." 

Obviously, parks like Disney World and Universal Studios aren't harboring dinosaurs or animatronics come to life (although in my mind, some of those animatronics could easily be something out of Westworld, another Crichton creation), but it's not hard to think about how far mankind is willing to go to ensure wealth and popularity. 

In light of Jurassic Park reaching its 25th anniversary, Rolling Stone's Keith Phipps explores Crichton's influence on pop culture, and how Spielberg successfully brought dinos out of extinction and into the tiny hands of so many 90s kids, like myself, whilst simultaneously creating a film that "seems driven by the logic that a scare is even better if you understand what's scaring you. 

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Another interesting read from Rolling Stone is Steve Knopper's article on the death of CDs and downloads — it's sad, but not surprising. I am pretty grateful for having experienced CDs in their heyday, though. I'll never forget trying to listen to Britney Spears first album with a portable player in the car with clunky headphones. I do not know how I got so used to the disc skipping from the bumps in the road, but I honestly do miss those days. 

Then there's downloads, another thing I also experienced in the height of its popularity. It was pretty predictable that both downloads and CD would see their demise as soon as streaming became mainstream and convenient. Plus the fact that using iTunes is literally one of the worst experiences of my digital life, and since Spotify I haven't touched it — or my iPod — since. 

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I think I'll leave it to Nerdwriter1 to explain why Battle Royale is one of my all-time favourite movies (and is far superior to the mediocre YA films of the mid-2000s). 

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To cut a long story short, me and my mum were some of the lucky few that traveled up to London on June 19 to see Pearl Jam (for the first time, may I add), and after getting off the tube at North Greenwich were greeted by a whiteboard telling us that the gig was cancelled. 

We honestly thought it was a joke, and so did those around us — I felt so bad for the couple that we were checking with, they'd come all the way from up North. 

Like, I know it's not Eddie's fault that his voice was shot, but surely they could have announced the cancellation of the gig the night before or the morning of? Not three hours before doors opened. Apparently, I got a text and an email, but I didn't see them until I got off the tube thanks to the absence of signal. 

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We ended up wandering around London for a couple of hours which ended up being pretty fun before we made our way back to the train station, and our luck didn't stop there. Of course, we got delayed coming back home, fan-fucking-tastic. 

The gig has been rescheduled for next Tuesday (July 17), thank God. And it's on a day that I'm not working #blessed. Let's just hope National Rail doesn't screw it all up, and that the heatwave subsides just a tad. 

I caved, I'm sorry. The years that I have been berating Love Island have come to an end — I've watched every episode since the show began airing however many weeks ago it was, and will not stop talking about it. I didn't think I'd become so entranced with the series, but you only need to see my Twitter timeline to have some sort of verification.

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I also have a personalised water bottle coming in the post so I'll just... I'll just leave. 

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Guess who saw Foo Fighters again? Dis bitch. It's getting to the point where it's becoming a norm now, like I don't feel the need to post about it all over social media like I used to. Obviously, as soon as they came on stage, I became that fangirl, but this was the fourth time I've seen my boys now (I can't believe it either).

This was also the first time that not only did I go to a part of London that I have never been before, it was also a completely new stadium and I did it by myself. You're probably wondering why it's a big deal, but if you'd have told me like three years ago that I'd have gone to London twice by myself to see Foo Fighters I wouldn't have believed you. Another anxiety hurdle has been reached, and I ain't stopping. 

This was definitely the best gig of theirs I've been to so far, even though I had a side view (with the sun in my eyes for Wolf Alice, goddamnit). They were on form... although, it still doesn't beat being 8 feet away from Grohl at Milton Keynes. I don't think anything will ever top that. I got pointed at, smiled at, and noticed by Dave Grohl FFS. 


Vox explore the one typeface that took over movie posters, and it ain't Papyrus


*Jenna Marbles voice* OOHH BOI. I could say so much shit about the whole 'Tanacon' fiasco, but I'll leave the detective work — and shade — to Shane Dawson. His docu-series on the disaster of a convention will have you shook. He seriously is getting close to having a documentary or conspiracy series on Netflix or HBO, I'm sure of it.




#relatable

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