Scientific Meth-OD: Saints & Shimmers

Well, I told you Annihilation was nonfiction. 

Did you listen? No, of course not. No one listens to me.

Kneeling Before Very Strange Gods

New Yorkers praying to Coatlicue. In New York.

Today's the 101st anniversary of Jack Kirby's birth. Yes, yes; I realize I missed his centennial but there might have been a few other things going on at the time, no? 

But it finally dawned on me that Kirby and fellow oracle Elizabeth Fraser's birthdays are back-to-back (I'm slow like that) and there's probably a deeper astrological meaning behind it. But since I can barely even remember the Zodiac, I'll leave that analysis to the experts. 

However, I'd be remiss if I didn't drop the whole Regulus in Virgo business here again, seeing as how Kirby's nickname was "King" and that Our Lady's namesake was known as "the Virgin Queen."

Apocalypse 2Night: Come, Armageddon, Come.

I never got the whole Dario Argento thing. I mean, I get it; I realize why hipsters would be drawn to his work. It's "stylish" and "surreal" and "transgressive." If you like that sort of thing.

Me, I just find his film-making clunky and more than a bit mentally-sick. And not in a tormented visionary way, more in a Doc and Mharti or Boiled Angel kind of way. It's more like the aesthetic of John Wayne Gacy's clown paintings transliterated to film, for me at least. 

On Earth as it is in Heaven. Or Las Vegas.

Man, here it is being World Regulus Day and none of you folks even sent me a card. That really hurts my feelings, y'know. 

I mean, not even an eCard? After all I do for you? Cold.

2018 VMAs: Lip-Synching in Babylon

Babylon is back, baby!

The music-counterfeiting wing of the Entrainment Industry sent their finest lipsynchers to lower Manhattan's Nephilim Cathedral Oculus to attend the prestigious Golden Freemason Awards. 

Pop's biggest brainwashed mannequins names vied for Most Entraining Corporate Music-Adjacent Simulacrum in a diverse range of music-counterfeiting categories, ranging from fake Hip-Hop to fake R&B to fake Pop.

CRISPRs from the Black Lagoon

I saw a funny story the other day. Apparently a bunch of scientists at Oxford declared that not only is Earth life unique in the galaxy, it's unique in the Universe.

I'm guessing they know this because they've been there themselves.

Damn it, Planets

Kind of says it all, doesn't it?

The (Secret) Space Force & the Never-Ending X-Files LARP

Just how weird are these times we are living in? Well, they're so weird that there's a new branch of the military in the works called the "Space Force." Now, I've talked quite a bit about "Starfleet Reality" and the Star Trek timeline but I never thought things would go this far this fast.

And by that I mean I figured all the toys they've been working on out in the Nevada desert would stay in the black until conditions necessitated their unveiling. Goes to show what I know.

Not a lot.

Space Farce. Nothing but Space Farce.

For reasons no one can seem to fathom, the Trump Administration launched the rumored Space Force branch of the military thereby officially kicking off the Age of Militarized Space, at least the overt phase in that program.

VP Mike Pence was tapped to make the announcement, just in case anyone might mistake this all as just another skit in the ongoing Donald Trump Variety Hour. No, this is serious as a heart attack. And I can't help but wonder who the intended receiver for this unambiguously-bellicose transmission really is here.

But not all that much.

The Future is Freemale

Vogue, who've been at the forefront in driving the Pearl meme this year, are featuring guest-editor Beyonce Knowles-Carter for their September cover. And lo and behold, Mystery BeyBalon took the opportunity to crown herself with Garlands. 

Secret Sun readers expect nothing less.