Tag: Filler

It’s started

As I suspected, conspiracy theories surrounding the death of Polish President Lech Kaczynski. Here’s a nice (but vague) summary article. I mean, look at the passenger manifest (he says, quoting Wikipedia.)

In addition to KaczyÅ„ski, on board were the military joint chiefs of staff (army, air force, navy), the central bank governor, a deputy foreign minister, head army chaplain, head of the National Security Office, deputy parliament speaker, Olympic Committee head, head civil rights commissioner and at least two presidential aides and widely known national lawmakers (including core members of the Law and Justice party), the Polish foreign ministry said. Kaczynski’s wife, Maria, also died.

This is, as they might say, to be expected; it only takes a few people to search for “polish president conspiracy theory” before the internet cries “There must be an issue; let’s investigate and subsequently invent something together!” Frankly, I’m surprised that there aren’t more wacky theories already; Lech Kaczynski’s identical twin brother JarosÅ‚aw seems like the perfect candidate for a conspiracy theory to wrest back control of the Polish state (as I’m just a conspiracy theory theorist I’ll leave it to the actual conspiracy theorists to figure out how that one works).


I gave up on reading as a pleasure activity a while ago; I spend too much time working with words to truly enjoy reading them. I’m told this isn’t uncommon for PhD candidates in their endgame, and I’m eagerly looking forward ((I feel “eagerly looking forward” sounds like a cliché. Perhaps I should read some Edward Bulwer-Lytton.)) to getting back into fiction by the end of the year.

Oddly enough, although I spend an inordinate amount of time looking at screens, the PhD hasn’t robbed me of my love of cinematic trash and excellent TV. I suppose it’s the lack of subtitles…

I’ve rediscovered, over the last few weeks, my love of horror. As a movie genre, it’s inconsistent and often poorly written.

But, crucially, it keeps me entertained.

“Vamp:” Grace Jones as a vampire. It’s the Eighties writ large; all bright colours and big hair. I remember it being much more tense and well-plotted, but the gods above and below what state I was in when I first watched it.

“Pandorum:” German SF Horror, with Dennis Quaid acting his socks off on two sets whilst the rest of the cast wander about the place, passing time between the initial mystery and the unsurprising resolution.

“End of the Line:” Evil Christians start killing peole on a subway. Except maybe they have a point. Not a bad flick, if only because the plot kind of works.

“Boogeyman:” Terrible. It’s always going to be a difficult sell to have an adult character be afraid of monsters in the closet; this film doesn’t even try.

“Half Light:” Lighthouse horror needs to be its own genre. This film need not be in it. On the plus side it has Desmond from “LOST.” On the minus side it has Demi Moore.

“The Amityville Horror:” The original films were dire; the remakes stays true to them.

“The Skeleton Key:” The first question I asked, after the rather predictable resolution, was “So, why are they doing that?” It seems the evil the protagonists commit has no real purpose, other than, well, banality.

“The Colour From the Dark:” Essentially an Italian version of Lovecraft’s “The Colour Out of Space,” it’s a film which is far too long and needs to be completely redubbed. Half the cast are Italian and half the cast are Irish; they all play Italians in their native accents, which gets truly bizarre when the main Italian character’s missing brother comes home and he sounds like he comes from County Cork. Add to this a pointless plotline about a Jew being killed by a Nazi and you have a mess of a feature that could have been a fairly good half-hour adaptation of a classic mythos tale.

“Legion:” Poor Paul Bettany and poor Dennis Quaid. That’s all I’ve got to say.

When I look over this list, it does look as if the return from watching these films isn’t minimal but actually quite negative; I suspect it’s just one of those “You have to be there” situations; such films, in the right company or mood, can be fun. This is why MST2K was so successful and why the “24 Hour Movie Marathon works” so well.

Back to work for me. Pointless filler post complete.

The Mystery of the Missing Website

I’m aware that some of my readers browse the site rather than rely on the RSS feed to find out what Messrs. Dentith and Ransome are up to. For that former group, the site being down the last few days must have been miserable, so I apologise to those three people profusely.

It was not, however, a fault on my end. My host’s network went bottom’s up and I was a casualty.


Normally, this being an ‘every second Sunday’ morning, I’d be entering the studios of bFM to do the “Dentith Files,” but with José gone and a new show in place lead by David Farrier, Rhys Darby (and produced by Buttons) I’m at home and not burning my fingers on the bFM coffee machine (that’s not a euphemism, by the way; José liked me to make him coffee ((And to do other things, but that’s another story for another time))).

I’m not sure what the future of ‘The Dentith Files’ will be; David has indicated he’s keen to bring me in to the new show, the “Cryptid Factor” but he, Rhys and Buttons will need, I suspect, some time to settle into their new bFM roles and work out how, if at all, to accommodate the old “Sunday Breakfast” regulars. I mean, how will people cope on a Sunday morning without a dose of James Coe’s patent-formula newsrage? Or the superbly titled “Games Burnett?”

Which, because I’m on a “break” ((And using too many quote-marks.)) leads me to ask “Has the slot run its course? Is it time to put the Dentith Files to bed?”

I’d like to think “No.” Whilst the quality of the slot was variable (sometimes, for example, José and I were more concerned about TV than we were about conspiracy theories, and sometimes we played it for laughs), it was never, I’d like to think ((It seems I’d like to think a lot of things…)), dull. Longwinded; yes. Pretentious; almost certainly. In-jokey? Perhaps overly.

But never, ever, dull.

I hope.

I have given thought to producing the “Dentith Files” as a podcast, should the slot not reappear on the Sunday schedule. I’m also vaguely interested in doing it as a vodcast, although the timing of it would be crucial. I think I could get away with fifteen minutes of “radio” but not fifteen minutes of “film,” for example. I mean, unless I have fancy graphics, exciting guests and exotic location filming (replete with car chases, explosions and beautiful companions), fifteen minutes of a vodcast will feel like a chore for the humble (and not-so-humble) viewer. Five minutes is probably optimum. Seven… even that is pushing the viewer’s patience.

Of course, podcasting and vodcasting takes time, which, strangely enough, the radio slot doesn’t. I just had to turn up with a topic prepared, answer José’s questions and then go home. There was no editing involved, no need to listen to it to make sure it sounded okay and no need to redo segments if they didn’t quite pan out. A podcast (or vodcast), not being a live recording, needs to be an altogether more polished affair, I think.

There’s also the direction it would take without José as the interlocutor. A solo effort would be… weird. Due to the often byzantine ways conspiracy theories develop, describing them really requires someone else to direct you in the explanation of them. I mean, imagine trying to explain Lyndon LaRouche’s theories? Where do you start? What part do you focus on? I don’t necessarily think that I need some kind of creative partner to make it work, but the “Dentith Files,” as a show, would need much more planning than it ever did on the radio should I go it alone.

So, I guess, it’s wait and see. I’m certainly going to do something with the “property.” Until then, I’m on a media holiday ((Although not much of one; I’ve been asked to create a portfolio of my media interactions last year in the vain hope of winning the media prize offered by the New Zealand branch of the Australasian Association of Philosophy.)). No off-kilter comments about the squid conspiracy this week, nor an references to my obsession with primes.

Of import!

One of the academic lists I subscribe to recently received what some might take to be a most important missive. I share it with you because the sender wishes all to know that salvation by Philosophy is just around the corner.

First of all I would like to request to have this message forwarded to the Philos-L list by all means as it is important. I am not posting this out of reductionist understandings, but purely out of phronesis and real true deep understandings about what is going on in current society and what is needed to change. Or, in Nietzsche’s words, AND THUS SHALL IT BE!

This new type of philosophy is actually already there and has been for at least 2 years.
The problem at current times is only that most people and I think also most philosophers are still too blindfolded with relatively prehistoric understandings and beliefs, preventing them to even take the time to read and absorb and getting to understand this new philosophy which is actually the only way to go. I am certain about it. And developed what is needed. I am actually still working on it.

What I am talking about is the discourses of mine to be found here
based on the sole true structure of our universes to be found here

If only people would start reading and try to shoot a lot of their accritically indubitable beliefs into pieces, getting to understand that some of this beliefs and understandings are largely insane and damaging by nature, a lot of social problems currently consisting can and will be solved. Economic problems and many other problems, I could all solve them just on my own. As long as other people would just do what I would instruct them to do. But people do not because they are programmed with the WRONG, INSANE understandings…..partial reductionist understandings like also still too much into mainstream philosophy and social sciences….and the content of discourses below is the sole sane way to go. Although there might be many other ways for expressing in words.

Kindest regards,

Wilfred Berendsen
The Netherlands

Alternative 3


Fictional, yes, but the moral of this little tale about the 9/11 Truth Movement is something many people suspect might be true.

Even me, sometimes.

Hat tip: James.