Thanks for having me (though I should point out that my name is "McIntyre" - not "Mac").
This experience has taught me something important. After spending the last (almost) quarter century typing up comments on the net, there is nothing to compare with talking face to face (electronically at least) in real time. With the typing up there tends to be a greater pull towards irritation and hostility. You only have to look at just about any comment thread on the net. The longer it goes on the greater the chance of a descent into bickering. Thus the adolescent cast of so much on the net. This may also explain the “incel” phenomenon. And the unrestrained plunge into fantasy where there are no others there to provide some kind of anchor.
I wasn’t aware of “Fly Me To The Moon”. I see it concerns “the relationship between marketing specialist Kelly Jones and the NASA launch director Cole Davis as they are tasked with creating a fictionalized version of the Apollo 11 mission in case the actual one is not successful.” (Wiki)
The fake landing filming is called Project Artemis. Skipping forward, I see this:
“Apollo 11 successfully lands, and Project Artemis begins filming. During the moonwalk, Neil Armstrong tells Cole that the camera may be dead, casting doubt on whether the millions of TV viewers are seeing Project Artemis, or the real landing. However, after a stray cat that lives around the NASA offices jumps onto the fake ‘lunar surface’, Kelly confirms to Cole that audiences are seeing the real thing.”
What a sly piece of teasing around the “real or fake” issue. (Philip K Dick would love this!)
The issue strikes me the same way as those arguments about the melting point of steel re: 9/11. With all the evidence gone you can pretty much say what you want.
Re: the decline in pop music, this is informative:
It’s an old video and doesn’t encompass the mighty Taylor. But the points are well made. The presenter grades the music by various criteria and finds a sad degeneration of every one.
Thanks for having me (though I should point out that my name is "McIntyre" - not "Mac").
This experience has taught me something important. After spending the last (almost) quarter century typing up comments on the net, there is nothing to compare with talking face to face (electronically at least) in real time. With the typing up there tends to be a greater pull towards irritation and hostility. You only have to look at just about any comment thread on the net. The longer it goes on the greater the chance of a descent into bickering. Thus the adolescent cast of so much on the net. This may also explain the “incel” phenomenon. And the unrestrained plunge into fantasy where there are no others there to provide some kind of anchor.
I wasn’t aware of “Fly Me To The Moon”. I see it concerns “the relationship between marketing specialist Kelly Jones and the NASA launch director Cole Davis as they are tasked with creating a fictionalized version of the Apollo 11 mission in case the actual one is not successful.” (Wiki)
The fake landing filming is called Project Artemis. Skipping forward, I see this:
“Apollo 11 successfully lands, and Project Artemis begins filming. During the moonwalk, Neil Armstrong tells Cole that the camera may be dead, casting doubt on whether the millions of TV viewers are seeing Project Artemis, or the real landing. However, after a stray cat that lives around the NASA offices jumps onto the fake ‘lunar surface’, Kelly confirms to Cole that audiences are seeing the real thing.”
What a sly piece of teasing around the “real or fake” issue. (Philip K Dick would love this!)
The issue strikes me the same way as those arguments about the melting point of steel re: 9/11. With all the evidence gone you can pretty much say what you want.
Re: the decline in pop music, this is informative:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVME_l4IwII
It’s an old video and doesn’t encompass the mighty Taylor. But the points are well made. The presenter grades the music by various criteria and finds a sad degeneration of every one.
Sorry - it DOES feature Taylor Swift!