Category Archives: Zero Credit(s)
It’s all TV Talk this week as we journey through the world of good and mostly bad shows still on the air for some reason. But first, Wrestlemania was really good this year, so keep it up WWE. Representation in media is huge. Black Panther proved that, as a recent example. Wonder Woman proved that. It matters. So when a certain longest running animated show that has considerably dropped in quality over the years sort of downplays the importance of representation by refusing to address why it is a problem in favor of defending choices made in the past in times when we weren’t as aware of the importance of representation, it kinda comes of as being tone deaf in a world where that isn’t an option any more.
Also discussed is an experiment by one Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy of Westworld wherein they might spoil an entire season of their hit robot filled drama so people can inoculate themselves against spoilers. Is it a good idea? Time will tell. It’s here, it’s on your TV, it’s in the air without a care. It’s Zero Credit(s)!
The premise is simple. Under the guise of letting out the nation’s collective aggression, the government established one day a year where none of society’s laws have power over its citizens, thereby allowing the populace to partake in any normally illegal activity consequence free. The movies focus on murder and killing in a horrific 24 hour bloodbath with some undertones of class issues as those with means are safer than those without.
But why stop at murder? Why so kill-centric, The Purge? Why not recruit some of the top minds of the high-end theft world and pull off the biggest heist the world has ever seen with absolute permission if not encouragement from the US Government? This summer, Danny Ocean is back along with thirteen other people to pull of the highest stake heist during the riskiest time of the year. It’s Ocean’s 14: Purge Times aka The Purge: Ocean’s Return and no money is safe.
He. Will. Steal. It. All.
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INT. SILICON VALLEY GYM
Jeff Bezos is deadlifting, like, 1,000 kilograms. He pauses at the top of the movement, tension and power radiating through his tight nerd body. Overhead, the gym’s Toshiba flatscreen TVs show footage of empty subways. Close-up on graffiti that reads: “DOWN WITH THE TRANSHUMAN DATA CLOUD -BANKSY”
BEZOS (grunting tautly) The words of the prophets were truly written on the subway walls. Bezos slams the bar down, just as his faithful servant Hecubus enters holding a phone on a plate or whatever.
HECUBUS Master, it’s for you. Bezos picks up the phone. The caller is indistinct.
BEZOS So you’re saying I’ve been invited to a martial arts tournament to decide the fate of humanity? So you’re saying it’s going to be my only chance to meet the man behind all this and show him the power of my human muscles? So you’re saying his name is Mark Zuckerberg, my enemy of a long time? Well I’ve got one thing to say to that, Mark. The rolling garage door thing behind Bezos opens, bathing his slick and bulging body with the glorious rays of a Silicon Valley sunrise. Outside, a Kawasaki Ninja (which the audience is meant to assume belongs to Bezos) is loudly idling, its masterfully designed mechanical frame mirroring the trapped ferocity of Bezos’ own sculpted leanness.
BEZOS Let the games begin
Gone are the lighthearted days of Black Panther and snippets of longer conversations about Monster Hunter. They have been replaced by a general anxiety of a (at the time) at large serial bomber terrorizing the city of Austin. Curtain aside, we recorded a segment on the Austin bombings on Tuesday and said bomber was apprehended (so to speak) in the early morning hours of Wednesday. We decided to still run the segment as a “moment out of time” sort of look at what living in a terrorized city feels like. Okay, curtain back, Facebook is heavily involved in Russian data-buying schemes, so delete your Facebook (app) and revel in these crazy often Russian tampered times. How do we be happy in these crazy times? Let’s listen to two somewhat depressed people who read about philosophy as a means of trying to find meaning in their lives try to make sense of happiness and these crazy times. That’s… a mouthful… but isn’t that what Zero Credit(s) is all about? Isn’t it? Someone tell me.
It’s that time of year, folks. Flowers start to bloom. Birds unearth themselves from their underground nap. And most US citizens suffer from the mass delusion that physically moving time forward an hour is worth it because…??? Seriously, name one legitimate benefit from moving the clocks ahead an hour. My mom used to say it was for after school activities, so that there’d be light out for football practice, etc., but school let out at 2:25 pm so that never made sense and neither did she. I think it’s the highest time to stop falling for this social experiment of a garbage fire and abolish Daylight Saving Time.
Also discussed: South by Southwest, Musical Paradoxes in Movies, and Advice on Not Seeking Happiness. But seriously, it’s mostly the DST thing. Also a note, the episode is about twenty minutes shorter due to last week’s monster of an episode. Equivalent exchange and all.
We’re out here on the digital red carpet, talking to all the stars as they upload their consciousnesses to the Hollywood Theater Chatroom. We’ve downloaded it all. The Shape of Water, Call Me By Your Name, Ladybird, Dunkrik, others, I’m sure. John and Henry are ex-cite-d to say the least about these 90th Annual Academy Awards and boy is this episode long. Every award is discussed. Each one. Even the technical awards. Because every award matters and skipping commentary on even one of these prestigious awards is a cardinal sin against the house that Chaplin built. Who wins? Who goes home in shame, never to be heard from again until their inevitable next nomination? Who will we see in at least two more movies after their win, as ordained in the Academy Winners Contract? We’ve got the tips. We’ve got the tricks. Everything is here and we don’t have a bit or byte to spare. Let’s blow our budget, it’s Zero Credit(s)!
Greetings traveler and welcome to here, the Portland of Texas, Austin, Texas. John’s got all the hot tips and the secrets of this here city of Texas Angels and he’s split them up into four distinct quadrants. Come on down to Downtown Austin, Texas or over to East Austin, Texas or even The Domain. Come debate over whether or not Central Austin is a thing that actually exists or not. We’ve. Got. It. All. We even have weird dives into the latest politically themed dating sites that seem oddly restrictive and weirdly accepting. Only in Austin can you find people calling for the repeal of the Dickey Amendment, no seriously please call your representative and tell them you are interested in repealing the Dickey Amendment. In the center of Austin you find the center of everything and right next to that, you can find yourself. Your reason for being. Call it Ikigai. Call it raison d’être. Just don’t call it late for supper. It’s a lighthearted romp through Austin with several heavy handed messages on here, the one, the only Zero Credit(s). Here.
King of the Beats Kit
The great Foot Ball Sunday Day is an event that happens but once every year, Dear Listener, and the ZC Boys could not be more excited to cover all the great events surrounding the Big Game. Not the game itself, mind, just the events surrounding it. We’re talking the commercials, the advertisements, the …third word for commercials. It’s a commercial heavy episode of Zero Credit(s), but the only thing we’re selling is a quick look into the cultural pulse of the nation. Also, Europe’s being overrun by a mutant crawfish. That’s not a joke or anything, it’s just something that is currently happening and Henry’s got all the details to enlighten us before it all ends in a river, where no one can here you blub. Strap yourself down for some edification, Zero Credit(s) starts as soon as you hit the play button yourself, we can’t do that for you. Oh man, if we could though. Boom, everywhere. Everywhere you look, people would be listening to Zero Credit(s), whether they like it or not, endlessly, forever. Enjoy!