The Celtic languages are all so beautiful. Itâs a shame Cumbric is dead â iâd have loved to learn the language of the Old North.
(P.S. 2024 awards post is in the pipeline, coming eventuallyâ˘.)
The Celtic languages are all so beautiful. Itâs a shame Cumbric is dead â iâd have loved to learn the language of the Old North.
(P.S. 2024 awards post is in the pipeline, coming eventuallyâ˘.)
Welp. One of the forums I frequent has announced it might have to shut down next year because it might not be able to comply with the Online Safety Act and keep the lights on.
*Through gritted teeth* Thank you, Parliament, very cool!!!!!!!!
Look. Look. The world has seven jillion more pressing issues than the matter of international toponymy. But iâve been staring at maps for long enough that iâve got some strong opinions, and thereâs a lot of confusion to be resolved.
First and foremost: one of the Congos is gonna have
to take one for the team. Thereâs no way about it. I get that âZaĂŻreâ is kind of skunked, but at the
very least, one of them should consider making âCongo-Kinshasaâ or âCongo-Brazzavilleâ official, to
spare us all the tyranny of having to repeat âDemocratic Republic of the Congoâ a thousand times
until we die.
The other main snafu of nomenclature is Dominica and
the Dominican Republic: two countries, both of which are in the Caribbean, and both of which have
the demonym âDominicanâ, except stressed on different syllables. (Dominica on the -ni-, the
republic on the -mi-.) This is not tenable.
The republic is the better known Dominica, but iâm going to say it should draw the short straw here, because it has a ready-made alternative right in the national anthem, which honours its valiant Quisqueyans. Not only would the name âQuisqueyaâ put them in the ĂŠlite ranks of countries whose names start with a Q1, but itâs far more mellifluous than the other isleâs equivalent, âWaitukubuliâ.
The Central African Republic might be better off
going by the Sango âBĂŞafrikaâ, too. The name worked when it was the Central African Empire, high on
Bokassa the butcherâs tinpot monarch dreams, but in a world of sixty-second attention spans, most of
the time, itâll end up shortened to CAR and confused with a Honda Civic.
Weâre getting into pettier territory now with New
Zealand, Britainâs antipodean twin2
and runt of the Anglosphere. I donât particularly have anything against its current name, but when
the alternative is this good, thatâs hardly enough! Throw off your Dutch trappings and become
Aotearoa, land of the long white cloud â culture war be damned, it rolls off the tongue like honey
from turned wood. (And, hey, you finally get a usable adjectival form.)
Lightning round!
Equatorial Guinea is neither
crossed by the equator3
nor anywhere near the other two Guineas. Fix it.
South Africa means the opposite of âNorth Africaâ is
âSouthern Africaâ and is overall terribly generic. âAzaniaââs the obvious pick, but historically
inaccurate at best, being the Greeksâ name for what is now the Tanzanian and Kenyan coast. Might i
suggest âMacrobiaâ, the opposite of Hyperborea, the semi-mythic land of the long-lived and happy at
the very tip of Africa, beyond where the Romans ever ventured?
And âUnited Arab Emiratesâ is trivially true, but
boring as sin. The worst part is thereâs no compelling alternative, with the area being an
artificial conglomerate of princedoms once called the âTrucial Statesâ because⌠er, theyâd all
signed truces with the British Empire. 10/10 naming, bang up job, good enough, letâs all go home.
Last, the bald eagle in the room: the United States
of America, hogging the name of two entire continents all for itself in typical Yankee fashion. For
all i care, they can keep it: the alternatives are straight trash. âUsonaâ? âFredoniaâ?
âUnited Statesiansâ?? Gods know nobodyâs saying that with a straight face. Plus, itâs
really funny when people from the rest of the Americas get riled up online about people using the
word âAmericanâ for the U.S.
All that said â if they were to change, theyâd do well to go back to the civil war, and start branding themselves as âthe Unionâ, rather than âAmericaâ. All the historical swag, none of the cringe.
P.S. âBritainâ is also ambiguous between the island and the
country, but my preferred solution there is to make Northern Ireland the republicâs problem.
Sorry, Sir Ian junior, but youâre reĂŤntering the EU, and youâre
going to like it.
The first time iâve actually enjoyed a Scorsese flick.1 I love how it uses music to illustrate the main characterâs psychological decline. (8/10)
Watched as a double feature for the Halloweâen season â Evil Dead 2 is as funny as ever, and all you need to know about Army of Darkness is that itâs a film where a stop-motion skeleton explodes, and if that doesnât sell you, itâs not for you. (I did find myself wishing iâd watched the theatrical cut, rather than the directorâs cut â the studio-mandated happy ending has so many iconic bits i didnât realise i was missing!) (7/10)
In honour of Megalopolis2, Tyneside Cinema were doing a season of films with dizzying ambitions and variable results, from Southland Tales to Synecdoche. I jumped at the chance to finally see my favourite film on the big screen â and, yep, still a certified 11/10 masterpiece.
I have a âhear me outâ. (7½/10)
Steven Spielberg did not technically direct this, but come on now, we all know this is as spiritually Spielberg as it gets. Some fun stuff, especially the motley crew of paranormal investigators, but itâs weighed down by the jarring tonal mish-mash and a glued-on fourth act where they seem to have suddenly realised they forgot a â0â in their special effects budget. (5½/10)
I knew absolutely nowt about this going in, so when Robin Williams showed up, it took some time for me to mentally adjust to the combination of his zaniness, Jeff Bridgesâ shock-jock sleaze, and the trademark layer of Gilliam grime coating it all. All of it comes together beautifully in a surprisingly good-hearted fantasy tale of big-city redemption. (8/10)
I had bought the tickets and everything for Clint Eastwoodâs final film â but it was the day after the U.S. election, and fifteen minutes in, i thought, cripes, do i really want to be sitting through a drama about the dysfunction of the American legal system right now? (N/A/10)
Thereâs nothing i love more than a big, ambitious, messy film, and this hits all three. You can see the joins between the Kubrickian rigour and Spielbergian spectacle, but i donât care. Viva the mess.
Haley Joel Osment is incredible in this. You can totally see why Kubrick thought no child actor could ever pull off the script.
All the tech has this glorious early-noughties Orionâs Arm-style shimmer and sheen to it, and let me tell you, i live for that shit. (9/10)
I kind of forgot i even watched this? (3/10)
Favourite tracks: âWelcome to My Islandâ (especially the George Daniel remix), âBlood and Butterâ, âBillionsâ. (7/10)
Itâs good. I have little more to say on the matter, except that the title is pronounced /sÉ.ËsÉ.vÉ.nÉn/. (8/10)
This is some kind of primordial film, one that youâd find washed up at the bottom of the Marianas Trench, and six months later, radiocarbon dating would show it to be older than civilisation itself. (Very glad i had subtitles â those old-timey wickie accents donât mess about.)
Also, Robert Pattinson is really, really hot in this. No man has ever been this Fucked Up. (10/10)
I didnât know Hollywood still had it in it to pull out all the stops for a big, colourful show-stopping musical like this. Ariana Grande stole the show, but the goat stole my heart. (9/10)
Whoever invented the Qwerty keyboard was right. Z, X, and C totally are best friends and belong together. They all give off the same vibes.
Hearing rumours that the Americans have invented a holiday that is like Christmas, but exclusively the part where you get into arguments with your extended family. Fascinating.
I just realised that âsweatpantsâ are just what Americans call jogging bottoms.
Itâs that time of year again, isnât it? When the days shrink and night begins to rule. A time for staying wrapped up inside with a cup of hot chocolate for some. But for us, dear readers â we know better by now, donât we? The time approaches for merriment, mĂŚnadism, and of course⌠misrule. Io Saturnalia, friends.
This is our fourth annual Satyrsâ Forest Lords of Misrule, where in the spirit of the season, i put you â yes, you â in charge of the site. If you write or put together anything, absolutely, positively anything, and email it to misrule@satyrs.eu, come Saturnalia (thatâs December the seventeenth through the twenty-third, for those who arenât up to date on their Roman calendar) iâll put it on the site, etched in stone for all to see. Temporary defacements of pages are also quite welcome.
I kindly ask the same things of you as years past: no political polemics, and nothing that would get me in legal trouble. Other than that, anything goes. A video essay on the occult implications of Gremlins 2. A rant about how birch trees used to be better back in the old days before Big Nature made them cringe. Whatever you, my lords of misrule, want.
Submissions are open from now until the fifteenth of December, 2024. Have fun, be merry, and donât be afraid to get weird with it!
âXanthe
Alex Garlandâs Annihilation is nominally a horror film.1 Team of scientists goes into an evil forest, gets picked off one by one with cool body horror effects, blonde final girl makes it out and is irreversibly traumatised, movie ends, many such cases.2 But iâve never seen it that way.
Might i just be a contrarian? Certainly, the biosphere our characters enter is cruel, but i think itâs a useful exercise to consider the situation from its perspective. The government is on their Gods-know-how-manyth expedition into the Shimmer at this point, and up until now, itâs all been military men. Cripes, if i were a sentient self-regulating ecosystem and all these feds started probing around my internals because they want to kill me, iâd develop an immune response too.
The world beyond the Shimmer is beautiful beyond description. It is a place where the sky glistens in iridescent3 waves, where every sort of plant grows from every sort of bush and beast, and where death is just one step in a beautiful cycle of life and rebirth.4 It blurs the line between not just the species but kingdoms of life â flora, fauna, and funga all mingling and merging together equally under one roof. Barring the terrifying humanâbear hybrids, thatâs a world iâd like to live in.
Plus, it seems willing to learn. In the ending âfightâ (cue the noise), allegorical for the obvious as the visuals may be, the alien throws not a single punch. Itâs learning by doing, mimicking every move Lena makes, enough to turn into a rudimentary facsimile of her â and even after its destruction, the ending glimmer in her and her husbandâs eyes makes clear a part of the Shimmerâs essence is here to say. I say thatâs for the better.
P.S. Hereâs some stuff iâve been listening to recently (sorted from âbleep bloopâ to âstrum strumâ):
I have gotten slightly addicted to Sonic Robo Blast 2, an open-source Sonic fan game thatâs been in development for twenty-six years and has dozens of mods to show for it. I play, like, one new video game a year, and it looks like this is 2024âs. Pray for me.