20140227
Channel Plex: Clubthumper
Darius' fingers were doing the magic. His ears attuned to
the crowd, listening to their reaction as he scratched in another layer
to the groove he was building. They were into it and he was really in
the zone. He had been the house DJ for the past several months and his
reputation was growing.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
20140226
Channel Plex: We Don't Need No
We don't need no...
We don't want no...
We can carry on without...
It's Sunday night and I'm feeling down,
After the encounter with the clown,
You said you loved me, but you left me anyhow
So I don't know what I should do right now,
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Time)
We can carry on without ... (Time)
Yo, my name is Max and I'm here to stay
I've been itching on the back of your brain,
like a maggot on a piece of meat,
Like Gunga Din without a treat
It's the only thing I can say
We don't need no .... (Scratch)
We don't want no ....(Max)
We can carry on without ... (Tax)
They call me Aqua and I'm a hip chick
I like to rap my rhymes, like honey on a stick,
You see me here and you see me there
and if you see me in my power gloves
yo you better beware....
We don't need no... (War)
We don't want no ... (More)
We can carry on without ... (S'mores)
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Rhyme)
We can carry on without .... (Chime)
Words written and spoken by Max Cube, Aqua and Tatter
Music composed by The Professor
We don't want no...
We can carry on without...
It's Sunday night and I'm feeling down,
After the encounter with the clown,
You said you loved me, but you left me anyhow
So I don't know what I should do right now,
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Time)
We can carry on without ... (Time)
Yo, my name is Max and I'm here to stay
I've been itching on the back of your brain,
like a maggot on a piece of meat,
Like Gunga Din without a treat
It's the only thing I can say
We don't need no .... (Scratch)
We don't want no ....(Max)
We can carry on without ... (Tax)
They call me Aqua and I'm a hip chick
I like to rap my rhymes, like honey on a stick,
You see me here and you see me there
and if you see me in my power gloves
yo you better beware....
We don't need no... (War)
We don't want no ... (More)
We can carry on without ... (S'mores)
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Rhyme)
We can carry on without .... (Chime)
Words written and spoken by Max Cube, Aqua and Tatter
Music composed by The Professor
Channel Plex: Living Outside The Lines
Tatter smirked as she was told for the
hundredth time today that she was their favourite character on the show.
She nodded and smiled as she took the sharpie and signed her name on
the glossy 8x10 photo of her face.
Leonard Nimoy probably felt like this, she thought. Here she was sitting at a booth at a convention and signing autograph after autograph. It was a good thing that she was getting paid $1,000 for just a few hours of work. She knew that she wasn't top end of the sci-fi convention scene. Heck, Wil Wheaton was making more than her, but considering Wil was also an internet geek that upped his convention fee as well.
"I like your performance in the episode 'Die Now, Pay Later'," a little girl said. "It moved me."
'Die Now, Pay Later' was her breakout role in the series. Up until then she was just a secondary character only guaranteed five minutes of screen time. After that episode her screen time doubled and eventually tripled.
The little girl brought out her sketchbook and flipped to a page showing Tatter as her character. "Could you please sign this?"
Tatter marveled at the illustration; she had seen her fair share of artwork and fan drawings but this one was a definite labour of love. She was afraid to even mark it for fear of ruining such a masterpiece. She placed down the sharpie and reached for a ballpoint pen. She knew the sharpie would bleed on the paper and a pen wouldn't. This was going to be a very special autograph... one that might even pay this girl's way into college several years down the road if she was willing to part with it.
Leonard Nimoy probably felt like this, she thought. Here she was sitting at a booth at a convention and signing autograph after autograph. It was a good thing that she was getting paid $1,000 for just a few hours of work. She knew that she wasn't top end of the sci-fi convention scene. Heck, Wil Wheaton was making more than her, but considering Wil was also an internet geek that upped his convention fee as well.
"I like your performance in the episode 'Die Now, Pay Later'," a little girl said. "It moved me."
'Die Now, Pay Later' was her breakout role in the series. Up until then she was just a secondary character only guaranteed five minutes of screen time. After that episode her screen time doubled and eventually tripled.
The little girl brought out her sketchbook and flipped to a page showing Tatter as her character. "Could you please sign this?"
Tatter marveled at the illustration; she had seen her fair share of artwork and fan drawings but this one was a definite labour of love. She was afraid to even mark it for fear of ruining such a masterpiece. She placed down the sharpie and reached for a ballpoint pen. She knew the sharpie would bleed on the paper and a pen wouldn't. This was going to be a very special autograph... one that might even pay this girl's way into college several years down the road if she was willing to part with it.
20140224
Channel Plex: Theory #304
...was that the 20 albums released by Max and the Mana
Junkies corresponded to the Major Arcana of the Tarot, and that Trump 21 -
'The World' - would represent their first international tour. Of course,
Frank's nervous breakdown put a stop to that. But rumours persist that
the tour will still take place someday (even though Max says it never will) with XXXX XXXXXXX taking Frank's place.
Channel Plex: Release Date
Goner had just turned 16, driver’s license incoming,
two long phone-calls plus a decent amount of texting with the new girl in
class, Angie, and now Mayganne was about to play him the latest
download from Cube Life. So yeah, things were pretty awesome.
“I’m tired of feeling older than everyone else in school,” he said, lounging in her easy chair. It didn’t sound right when he said it, sounded like a bored teenager, but he actually meant it, literally felt like he’d been around longer than he had. Or around wider maybe? How would you describe traveling sideways in time?
“Maybe you’re using too much energy feeling so smugly superior,” Mayganne shot back, like he knew she would, her wink, his smile, and right on cue she tapped Play, the speakers fuzzed. Her laptop screen went into image. And the music started. And it felt alright again, Goner felt okay again, even though he always felt different, and had thoughts he couldn’t figure out how to explain to anyone even Mayganne, definitely not Angie, wouldn’t want to spook her. And the music coming in and the anime video playing, j-pop-punk-electronica mashup, Cube Life just starting to hit it big, he loved their whole sound and style, and so laying there it felt alright, feeling different and lost and clichéd and too old and too young. Horny, angry, curious, bored, scared.
Mayganne singing along – somehow she already knew the lyrics - with Suki’s voice from the speakers:
そしてすべてはすべてがほしいと思ったように私から押されたいと思い、あなたまで押されて自由である必要があった
“I’m tired of feeling older than everyone else in school,” he said, lounging in her easy chair. It didn’t sound right when he said it, sounded like a bored teenager, but he actually meant it, literally felt like he’d been around longer than he had. Or around wider maybe? How would you describe traveling sideways in time?
“Maybe you’re using too much energy feeling so smugly superior,” Mayganne shot back, like he knew she would, her wink, his smile, and right on cue she tapped Play, the speakers fuzzed. Her laptop screen went into image. And the music started. And it felt alright again, Goner felt okay again, even though he always felt different, and had thoughts he couldn’t figure out how to explain to anyone even Mayganne, definitely not Angie, wouldn’t want to spook her. And the music coming in and the anime video playing, j-pop-punk-electronica mashup, Cube Life just starting to hit it big, he loved their whole sound and style, and so laying there it felt alright, feeling different and lost and clichéd and too old and too young. Horny, angry, curious, bored, scared.
Mayganne singing along – somehow she already knew the lyrics - with Suki’s voice from the speakers:
そしてすべてはすべてがほしいと思ったように私から押されたいと思い、あなたまで押されて自由である必要があった
20140223
Channel Plex: Fan Base
"... was a case like that of Neon Genesis Evangelion, where
the creator's personal problems apparently affected the development of
the story, but Season Three definitely saw a dramatic shift in the
direction of the show and the way its stories were told."
"No doubt, and many viewers dropped the show, there was the attending outcry online- "
"And many other people starting tuning in as a result."
"So Crisis ended up finding an equilibrium. I'm of the camp that thinks this was all planned, that Simon's supposed mental health issues were hype to coincide with the changes in the series."
"So the production side of the show actually became part of the show..."
"Well, the whole Man Behind The Glass character clearly evokes a 'meta' reading of the whole thing..."
"And there are those who say that The Glass Man was actually the figure in the alleyway back in Season Two, where Max kept reappearing to Natasha..."
"Whatever dudes, all I know is that Season Four is gonna kick ass!"
"Thanks for sitting in, Colin..."
"(sigh) Yeah, thanks Col."
"No doubt, and many viewers dropped the show, there was the attending outcry online- "
"And many other people starting tuning in as a result."
"So Crisis ended up finding an equilibrium. I'm of the camp that thinks this was all planned, that Simon's supposed mental health issues were hype to coincide with the changes in the series."
"So the production side of the show actually became part of the show..."
"Well, the whole Man Behind The Glass character clearly evokes a 'meta' reading of the whole thing..."
"And there are those who say that The Glass Man was actually the figure in the alleyway back in Season Two, where Max kept reappearing to Natasha..."
"Whatever dudes, all I know is that Season Four is gonna kick ass!"
"Thanks for sitting in, Colin..."
"(sigh) Yeah, thanks Col."
Channel Plex: Mahjong
Max stood on the promenade deck; he was leaning with his
back against the railing. His hand holding a red pen, writing along the
margins of the script.
Damn, these hacks couldn't write worth beans. He was constantly changing things, adding colons, fixing up the words here and there, and changing the details to make things more cohesive and clearer for the audience.
"Finished yet?" Simon said as he approached. He was carrying two cups of coffee and offered one to Max. "You've been out here for over an hour. I figured you needed this."
"It's not easy turning crap into gold," Max replied as he put the cap on the red pen and clipped it to the page he was editing. He accepted the cup and took a pull from it.
"What's the scoop?" Simon inquired. "We shooting this scene today or not?"
"We're three days late as it is," Max replied.
"Logollos is dancing around the producers," Simon said. "He's working his magic in order for this movie to be finished on time."
"Christ, we're over budget as well," Max said. "I hope to hell this doesn't end up as another Heaven's Gate fiasco."
The ship chugged along the river as Max took another pull of the coffee. "Here comes The Professor now," Simon said under his breath.
"Are you finished with the changes, Max?" The Professor asked. He was dressed in a windbreaker and had on a baseball cap that read Cube Productions. "We need to shoot the next few scenes now before the weather changes again. The lightning and the weather is a good mood-setter for this."
Damn, these hacks couldn't write worth beans. He was constantly changing things, adding colons, fixing up the words here and there, and changing the details to make things more cohesive and clearer for the audience.
"Finished yet?" Simon said as he approached. He was carrying two cups of coffee and offered one to Max. "You've been out here for over an hour. I figured you needed this."
"It's not easy turning crap into gold," Max replied as he put the cap on the red pen and clipped it to the page he was editing. He accepted the cup and took a pull from it.
"What's the scoop?" Simon inquired. "We shooting this scene today or not?"
"We're three days late as it is," Max replied.
"Logollos is dancing around the producers," Simon said. "He's working his magic in order for this movie to be finished on time."
"Christ, we're over budget as well," Max said. "I hope to hell this doesn't end up as another Heaven's Gate fiasco."
The ship chugged along the river as Max took another pull of the coffee. "Here comes The Professor now," Simon said under his breath.
"Are you finished with the changes, Max?" The Professor asked. He was dressed in a windbreaker and had on a baseball cap that read Cube Productions. "We need to shoot the next few scenes now before the weather changes again. The lightning and the weather is a good mood-setter for this."
20140218
Channel Plex: Pilot
Max wakes up in bed, alone.
He doesn't recognize the room. A motel?
There are seven laptops placed on the floor, the end-table, an ironing-board, the bed beside him. They each have different screensavers: The Avengers, Supernatural, Buffy, Doctor Who, The Matrix Trilogy, The Dark Knight Trilogy, The Bourne Trilogy. Max recognizes the images but can't recall the plots of any of them.
He pulls back the covers, he's dressed in baggy pants and a white t-shirt, no image.
The movement is enough to cancel the screensavers on the two laptops on the bed; the Avengers vanish and Max can see an icon for a music file, and when the Winchesters disappear it reveals an icon for a video file.
Max feels tired, feels tempted to pull up the covers and go to sleep. Go back to sleep? Had he been sleeping? He leans forward to open the music file...
A cell phone buzzes on the pillow beside his. He can see the text on the screen. It says: DON'T.
20140217
Leaving Purgatory
Max and Maggie were already gone before The They arrived to investigate the disruptive incidents that had happened in Purgatory. The digitized healing of structures and objects was well underway, knitting together the fabrics that were damaged, erasing and modifying memories of those involved.
The They hovered over the lifeless husk of Morganfokker in the apartment and consumed it.
Several blocks away in a diner.
"Mmmm," Max said as he put down the coffee mug. He had the nature of a child in his posture. "Man, I'm ever going to miss this!"
Maggie let out a chuckle.
"You knew all along what was going on?" he said. "This was all a trap to ensnare you."
"I don't just get by on my good lucks," Maggie stated. She took a sip of her tea and smiled. She glanced up at the clock on the diner wall. "You better finish up, it's time to go."
Max chugged the remaining bit of coffee and his body quivered with delight; he might have to make a special trip back here now and then just for the coffee.
Maggie took Max into her arms and they embraced.
"Answer me this," he began. "If we're in Purgatory, what happens if we died here?"
"Well, let's just say it's the final chapter," she told him. "Though, on another note there's something you should know..."
"Oh," Max replied.
"Prepare for some change when you leave here," she told him.
"Oh," he repeated, his curiosity piqued now.
"What colour do you like, pink or blue?" she asked.
Max pondered a few seconds before his eyes widened like a dawning of a new day. Maggie embraced him and they kissed just as their world brightened up.
Max disappeared in a blinding flash of light.
Maggie's avatar fell to the floor of the diner.
The They hovered over the lifeless husk of Morganfokker in the apartment and consumed it.
Several blocks away in a diner.
"Mmmm," Max said as he put down the coffee mug. He had the nature of a child in his posture. "Man, I'm ever going to miss this!"
Maggie let out a chuckle.
"You knew all along what was going on?" he said. "This was all a trap to ensnare you."
"I don't just get by on my good lucks," Maggie stated. She took a sip of her tea and smiled. She glanced up at the clock on the diner wall. "You better finish up, it's time to go."
Max chugged the remaining bit of coffee and his body quivered with delight; he might have to make a special trip back here now and then just for the coffee.
Maggie took Max into her arms and they embraced.
"Answer me this," he began. "If we're in Purgatory, what happens if we died here?"
"Well, let's just say it's the final chapter," she told him. "Though, on another note there's something you should know..."
"Oh," Max replied.
"Prepare for some change when you leave here," she told him.
"Oh," he repeated, his curiosity piqued now.
"What colour do you like, pink or blue?" she asked.
Max pondered a few seconds before his eyes widened like a dawning of a new day. Maggie embraced him and they kissed just as their world brightened up.
Max disappeared in a blinding flash of light.
Maggie's avatar fell to the floor of the diner.
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