Showing posts with label Post-Apocalyptic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post-Apocalyptic. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2014

Video Of The Week: The Pack A.D.

I started the week with The Pack A.D., so I might as well end it the same way...

Rocket isn't my favourite song off their Do Not Engage record, but I must admit that starting the day with a post-apocalyptic video set in a desert felt pretty great, particularly after a chilly night where I left my windows open. So kudos, director Jimi Cuell, for instilling warmth in my day through a Mad Max-versus-Girl Power clip that inexplicably takes an animated and colourful turn at the end.



And good on everyone involved to dress the girls like everybody else, and not have them be showing (more) skin just because they have a different chromosome.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

More Weird Dreams

Man, another weird dream. This time, it was the sequel to another dream I had maybe a couple of months ago; I think it's the fourth 'dream' in the series...


I was some sort of outlaw, chased all over town by cops, the army, the feds, rogues, bounty hunters and vigilantes; my headquarters was the house I grew up in, except it's abandoned at this point, and barely standing - from the beating it took in the last few installments of the dream. The neighbours' houses are razed and their yards are a desolate land. Whenever it's free, I'd hide in that house; other times, I'd just lay low wherever I could.

I had people helping me, but since I've been up for 12 hours now, I don't remember who they were. I'm also not sure why they want me so bad, but this time, shit had really hit the fan and I was forced to shoot my way out and kill a few people.

I bet next time, they'll be even more on my case.