This isn’t some quote from Vladimir Putin prattling on about why he can’t have any gay & lesbian displays of affection in Russia, it’s from a *prominent supporter of the ban on gay & lesbian displays of affection at the St Patrick’s Day Parade in NEW YORK FUCKING CITY.
*words of The Guardian, not me
Wait, he was a bailiff?
General Grievous - Revenge of the Sith
I came up with the idea of General Grievous as a leader of the droid armies. He’s kind of an alien in a droid’s shell which is, sort of, an echo of what Anakin is going to become… -George Lucas [x]
aaaah okay can i just tell you all how much i fucking love Grievous, aka Qymaen jai Sheelal.
This is a character whose whole life has been war. He was originally from Kalee, a world embroiled in a long-standing war with an invasive species, the Huk. In his youth he was famed for his skill with a sniper rifle; in a dream he met the Kaleesh mercenary Ronderu Iij Kummar, and found her in the waking world, and she taught him to wield swords, and he taught her how to shoot. Together they were legend, inseparable, two halves of a whole.
Kummar was killed by the Huk, and Sheelal tried to get past the misery of her death by marrying a whole bunch of wives by whom he had even more bunches of children, but oddly enough none of that actually did much for his grief. Eventually he threw off his name, his family, and his entire identity to become the warlord Grievous, and destroy the Huk.
At this point he was still organic. It wasn’t until he and his warriors had driven the Huk from Kalee and attacked Huk planets, forcing the Huk to beg for Jedi help, that he started to ping the radar of the Intergalactic Banking Clan, who thought what a marvelous enforcer he would make. In return for forgiving his planet’s massive debt Grievous took on the work of collections for IGBC, and proved to have been an excellent investment—until he found that the Republic had turned a blind eye to Huk vandalism of sacred Kaleesh burial sites, and dumped IGBC to go home and avenge the destruction.
IGBC originally considered just having him assassinated, but decided instead in collaboration with Count Dooku and Darth Sidious to make it so that he would have to remain their tool. They sabotaged his shuttle, causing a crash that killed all aboard except Grievous, who was near-mortally injured. They took him to Geonosis, where his brain, eyes, and remaining organs were installed into a powerful droid body. Everything about Grievous’ transformation was plots within plots. The IGBC chair had him designed as an undefeatable warlord to counter Dooku’s growing power, but presented him to Dooku as a gift. It would take a little while and some serious property destruction, but Grievous came to respect the Sith and take on his role as their servant.
There is so very, very much to this guy that just never got shown in the movies. It’s not even as if he was an extant character whose backstory got ditched for no good reason like OH LET’S JUST PICK AT RANDOM BOBA FETT. He didn’t exist before the prequels and the Clone Wars animated series, and there was so much work going into him that just got thrown away with some halfassed one-liners from Obi-Wan.
Wise, wise words, my man.
"I can’t stand moral absolutism. You know, there’s always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife; as if he obviously couldn’t have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that Hitler said it. As if a good thought couldn’t come from Hitler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It’s easy to say: Hitler was a demon. Nazis were all bad seeds. That’s simple. It’s much harder to say: "Is that humanity? Is that me?"
Happy Birthday David Lynch!!!
NO! Really no. Good lord, no.
“Imagine holding your baby before he or she is born.” - It Is Now Possible To 3-D Print Your Unborn Fetus - Co.Design
Thought I’d re-post this. The exhibition runs until 25th January 2014, and once it is over, the pieces will go off to their respective new owners, and probably won’t be in the same room ever again. So if you’re in London, go check it out at The Halcyon Gallery on New Bond Street. Buy/steal/read the book that Halcyon produced to accompany the work. Marvel at the shoddy writing. Tell me about it.
I recently wrote the introduction for Bob Dylan’s new art exhibition at The Halcyon Gallery in London.
It’s quite good (the exhibition, maybe not my writing); and those four people who might be reading this, you should really try to go and see it. If you are in London that is.