What happens when you put two out-of-shape nerds behind some microphones and give them access to the internet? Magic. Magic and deep-seated homoerotic sexual tension, but mostly magic. Join Robert and Matt this week as they talk about movies, books, theater, and delicious cake! From mutants and Mormons to emo elves and LARPing, this week’s episode has got a little bit of everything for a whole lot of no one. Brought to you fact-check free courtesy of inherent laziness, it’s a new episode of Useless Drivel, a podcast without a point!
The subject of time travel has attracted me since I was a kid. Funny enough, my first exposure to it was Disney’s ‘disnification’ of the Charles Dicken’s classic, A Christmas Carol named Mickey’s Christmas Carol. This adaptation was given a more lighthearted approach, but one thing that stayed the same was the death of Tiny Tim. When I saw Mickey say goodbye to his son with glassy, tear-filled eyes, it broke my little heart. It still breaks my heart. So I was happy to see Scrooge change his ways. My next brush with time travel was 1984’s The Terminator. The idea of an unstoppable killing machine that can travel through time to kill you had me piss scared. As you can see, my dear parents didn’t have a problem exposing me to multiple acts of violence and coarse language — but you throw in some Linda-Hamilton-boobies and now we have a problem. If you could sit in that room (in 1985) you’d see two adults watching the conception of humanity’s hope against the machines and a small boy with a sheet over him looking like a covered piece of expensive furniture that belongs in an old English manor.