NTWON: The Package

After a brief hiatus, Nothing to Watch on Netflix is back and The Package is a doozy. A bunch of teenagers go on a camping trip and, because it's a movie, everything goes wrong. However, unlike every other movie about teenagers in the woods, there's only one casualty. Check the trailer below:

While it may seem like they give away the entire movie in the trailer, there is a lot going on beneath the surface of this movie about a guy who accidentally cut his dick off. Naturally, considering the subject matter, The Package is pretty irreverent and gross. If you're not okay with seeing a bunch of close up shots of a fake dick then you probably shouldn't watch it. 

It seems that the Workaholics crew is making moves into producing movies after wrapping up their wildly successful television and marginally less successful Netflix movie Game Over, Man. This time around, the boys team up with Ben Stiller's Red Hour Productions for their first foray into film where our three favorite slackers aren't the main leads, though Blake Anderson does have a small part. 

The Package is a dark comedy and probably not for the faint of heart. Considering the plot revolves around a group of friends trying to reattached their friend's severed dick, it's pretty goddamn gross. But the writers manage to find a lot of laughs in that dark place. What's better is that the cast is a made up of a slew of new and diverse faces. The typical comedy format of a bunch of idiot white dudes is shaken up with the addition of women and people of color, who, as it turns out, are pretty good at playing the part of teenage comedy idiots.

While it may seem like the trailer gives away the entire movie, there is a lot of other stuff that happens that comes out of fucking left field. When watching The Package, there will be lots of laughs coupled with some mild disgust and potentially a newfound fear of having your dick chopped off. But for the most part, you'll have a great time. 

Check it out! 

Return to Ross and Roberts

Keith, Mick, and Taylor grabbed their cameras and made their triumphant return to Ross and Roberts Manufacturing to take more photos. Check out what they snapped this time around below and take a look at the first set here.




Ansonia Brass

Taylor, Keith, and Mick had another urban exploration adventure at an old brass factory. Check out the photos they took below. 




This is a Photograph of Me

Mick reads the poem This is a Photograph of Me by Margaret Atwood.

It was taken some time ago. 
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake, 
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough, 
you will be able to see me.)

Fairfield Hills

Keith, Taylor, and Mick went to Fairfield Hills Hospital and snapped some photos.




NTWON: Take Your Pills

For May's edition of Nothing to Watch on Netflix, Mick watched a documentary called Take Your Pills.

Take Your Pills shines a spotlight on an often unnoticed and forgotten epidemic sweeping America: the widespread use and abuse of prescription ADD/ADHD medications, with a specific focus on Adderall.

This documentary is chilling because it brings to light the fact that a massive swath of the population is using amphetamine, the chemical branded as Adderall. A large, diverse cast of individuals using Adderall are the focus of this documentary in order to show just how far this epidemic reaches. Of course, there are a slew of college/high school students in addition to a software engineer, a talent agent, and a stock broker. 

To balance out this portrait of everyday people who use this drug, there are also a variety of doctors, experts, and talking heads that throw in their two cents on the Adderall epidemic as well, while also going into detail about what amphetamine is and how it affects our bodies. Spoiler alert: it's not good.

In addition to all of the extremely valuable and interesting information that is overflowing from this film, it is also beautifully shot and the director, Alison Klayman, injects a healthy dose of surrealism to communicate the anxiety and discomfort that being on an ridiculous amount of amphetamine can cause. 

The thing that's particularly complicated is that this film shows viewers that there are two types of Adderall users: the ones who legitimately need it and the ones who use it to get an edge in our hyper competitive civilization. In all, it's a deeply thoughtful meditation on the utility and cost of this medication. 

Check it out! 

The Old Man's War

Recently, Mick had the pleasure of reading the 2005 sci-fi novel The Old Man's War.

Like all good science fiction, the premise of The Old Man's War is simple. Humanity has started colonizing space and the Colonial Defence Force is tasked with protecting the human colonies from all manner of hostile alien life. The twist on this tried and true formula is that CDF soldiers are not allowed to enlist until they are 75 years old. The plot centers on a new recruit named John Perry as he adjusts to CDF life and experiences life off Earth.

The thing that makes The Old Man's War such an instant classic is that it not only follows in the tradition of science fiction giants like Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury, and Orson Scott Card but it reads like it's an active part of that tradition, except without all of the misogynistic baggage that usually comes along with it. Rather, The Old Man's War is about one man's jaunt through space blasting intelligent alien life forms before they devour entire human colonies and his ethical struggle with the horror and inhumanity of war. Another wrinkle in this plot (without spoiling too much) deals with the very nature of what it means to be human as CDF soldiers experience genetic modification in order to assist them in combat across the stars. 

Being that it's a sci-fi novel, the writing isn't particularly splendid. It's certainly not a garbled unreadable nightmare, but you won't be reading Nabokov either. The language is stripped down and simple due in part to the fact that John is the first person narrator and he's not a particularly verbose guy. And let's be honest, nobody reads sci-fi for mind-blowing prose anyways.  

In short, this is a quick and easy book to tear through on a rainy weekend or a cross-country flight. It's fun and translates fantastically to the screen (Netflix is looking to adapt it). The Old Man's War is a must read for anyone who is a fan of the sci-fi genre. 

NTWON: Game Over Man

This month's Netflix spotlight is the action-comedy brofest Game Over, Man! 

Now that Workaholics has finally ended, many people are itching to see more from everyone's three favorite stoner fuck-ups. Luckily, Adam Devine, Blake Anderson, Ander Holm, and director Kyle Newacheck anticipated this and put together a hilarious new movie for everyone exclusive to the 'Flix. 

Game Over Man! carries on the spirit of Workaholics in that it's full of drugs, dick jokes, and Adam Devine screaming. However, there are refreshing shake-ups that make the viewing experience novel. For one thing, the boys are actually playing characters as opposed to accentuated versions of themselves. Blake Anderson's character is particularly interesting simply because it's nice to see him play someone radically different from his character on Workaholics.

As made clear by the trailer, this movie is also full of cameos. Shaggy's is, of course, a hilarious highlight but there's a slew of other celebrities getting caught in the crossfire throughout the mayhem.  

Game Over, Man! was slaughtered by critics, but nobody putting this movie on should be expecting The Godfather in the first place. It's a dumb but enjoyable romp with some familiar funny faces.

Check it out! 

My Favorite Day

Mick reads a poem about his favorite day.

My Favorite Day

by Mick Theebs

Pollen floats through the air
turning a verdant resting place into
a hellscape full of pitchfork wielding
bumble bees and stuffed sinuses.
Life stirs in the womb
of the earth.
Those short cold days of
quickening long behind them,
as the sun decides to show
its face around these parts again
unashamed, though prodigal for
having abandoned us to face
the frigid slings and arrows of
the season alone.
This is the season of
our content,
the triumphant return
against all odds as
the very planet itself
turns the other cheek toward
better days and warmer nights
chasing away Winter’s wraiths
with piercing bolts of
pure sunlight.
The wheel turns without cease,
as steady as the tide,
the cycle restarts, again complete,
that unending march of time.

Factory Daze

Mick and Taylor took another urban exploration adventure to an abandoned factory complex in southern Connecticut. 



Active Contemplations - Katie Jurkiewicz

ALSO THAT is pleased to share the colorful and impassioned work of New Haven painter Katie Jurkiewicz. 

Click here to visit Katie's website.

Click here to read Katie's comic.

My landscape paintings are active contemplations of natural forms. Circles, triangles, squiggles all become a language I use to describe the landscape.  I am interested in presenting a (mostly) optimistic vision of the future, one where renewable energy sources – solar, nuclear, wind, hydropower – have become an accepted presence in the rural landscape. 

I paint on unstretched canvas, its appearance suits my style and it allows me to paint on a large imposing scale. One of the main benefits of presenting this work is its flexibility. The nature of unstretched work
— KJ

NTWON: Love Season 3

This month's Netflix spotlight is the third and final season of the Apatow produced comedy Love, starring Gillian Jacobs and man/bird hybrid Paul Rust.

After a dark and complicated season 2, season three picks up more or less where Mickey and Gus left off. However, things seem different this time around. Yes, Gus sports a new haircut that makes him look less like a 13-year-old hatchling and more like a fully grown adult bird person and Judd Apatow's daughter is rapidly aging to the point where it's nearly impossible to suspend disbelief that she's actually a 14 year old, but it seems like something else is going on here.

It may be that the overall tone of the series has shifted somewhat. Season 2 paints of picture of two deeply flawed individuals that probably should not be together. Season 3, on the other hand, offers a more nuanced view of these people as they learn from their past mistakes and make active efforts to become more self-aware and self-controlled. It makes the viewer want to root for them and genuinely sells the idea that these two people might actually work together.

This season, in particular, focuses on the many skeletons in Gus's closet, ranging from past career blunders to past romances. This serves to humanize him and give viewers a better idea of who he is beyond a whiney little people pleaser. Toward the end of the season, there's a short arc where Gus and Mickey go to his home state of South Dakota and meet Gus's family, which serves both the plot and character development in addition to providing an excruciatingly realistic portrayal of how family ties can put a strain on a relationship.

In addition to the main couple, there's also a strong B-plot that centers on Bertie and Randy's relationship. In a nice mirror to Gus and Mickey's increasing confidence and stability, Bertie and Randy descend into chaos and strife. 

The series ends on a definite up-note, which seems almost out of place considering the dark and troubling path that the show was following. There are many loose ends and questions that never get answered, but this show was meant to serve as a foil to the typical Rom-Com formula. It was meant to be something closer to reality, something that gives audiences an honest look at love. The final season of Love hits the mark and leaves us with something sweet to chew on.

Check it out!  

Poetry Lives - Z.M. Wise

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Z.M. Wise is a champion of poetry. A poet, an essayist, and editor, Z.M. has made poetry his life's work. Today, he shares some of his writing with ALSO THAT. To see more of Z.M.'s work, click one of the links below:

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(Flyer Poem) #72

Published in Harbinger Asylum

Love the rain by our slumbering heads and
love the thunder by our bare, cuddling bodies.
Love the intimacy that makes the day seem like a breath away.
Love the jump-start touch of your hand and
love the fusion aura kiss.
Love the carefree times that make life worth living.
Love the intensity of ravenous lovemaking and
love the mutual eye contact post reciprocal climaxes.
Love the sound of your name that makes the human population repeat it incessantly.
Love you only.
just a word until the days of You.


I Have Lost Your Memory

Published in The Painted Brain

I walked down yourcomplex.
I distinctly recalled yourlaugh.
I smelled your scent.
I lived your life.
I wrote your poems.
I wrote your lyrics.
I sang your songs.
I loved your muse.
I dreamt your dreams.
But, I am not you.

The streets are still destitute.
The quips are just as humorous.
Your aroma is ever so thick.
The life you live baffles us all.
The poetry has become meaningless.
The lyrical words do not belong to you.
Your songs have destroyed the name of music.
The muse, untamed, is forever promiscuous.
The dreams are of a visionary, none manifested otherwise.
But, I am not you.

Sweep the streets for your white gold random acts of kindness.
Forever laughing, no other medicine needed but that grin.
What a scent, for it attracts the magnet-headed beings.
A life that is full makes for digestive death.
Poetry lives, but you shan’t last years next to words.
These lyrical drafts accompany a masterful melody.
A swan song, your legacy, pines for companionship.
Promiscuous as it is, the muse is for everyone.
Dreams belong to the dreamer, but the dreamer touched my hand.

No future plans, no past regrets.
I have lost your memory.
Whose piece have I been writing?
But, I am not you.



Published in The Legendary

…and the Dragon
spins round and round,
balancing revolution.

War on Life as we know it
hurdles through the cosmos,
breaks through the
adolescent barrier, and
lands before our eyes and
willful fingertips.
We are what we are
motivated to slaughter and incinerate.

…and the Dragon
spins round and round,
balancing our allotted amount of air.

Craving of flesh as we picture it
eats away as an
internal parasite would.
Dilate the pupils and fight back.
The Greek world began in Chaos,
but ours will end in a
complete convulsion.
The lovers giveth and the lovers taketh away.

…and the Dragon
spins round and round,
balancing head and body counts.

Let the search unfurl!
Red flag,
white towel,
blue in the mouth,
yellow like the interior amphibian.
Sexual charades on a wooden floor
underneath Neil’s mirror ball, or
tribal dance around a
campfire of nativity?
They read the digital news today…oh, boy!

…and the Dragon
spins round and round,
balancing royals in heat.

When the wyvern bites the tail,
all is well in the electric current.
When the wyvern watches the skies,
aware of seven billion well beings,
all is glistening, just North of
mystical embodiments of life masks.
Sigh of disbelief…
You still have us for a thumb-sucking undertow.

…and the Dragon
spins round and round,
balancing a closet rebellion.



Published in Sick Lit Magazine

Laugh. Laugh. Snicker.
Got humor?
Have jokes will travel.

Humor: my greatest ally.
I make love to you every day,
burying my voice in your
euphoric environment.

Echoing in barbaric ‘ha-ha’ tones,
a lullaby of chuckles,
sent to my loved one.

She deserves this after
a life time of killing tears,
lusting after anger suppression,
staring at the cobblestone floor.

In this one humane body,
a laugh attack is necessary.

Bittersweet and demented,
a quip that is corny.
Who cares about the rule of thumb,
the total number of guffaws?

Losing it alongside you!
It feels like I have
ingested a carton full of
uppers with kicks of caffeine.

We are two hyenas without
obligatory cares in this world,
two saplings who evolve
into a serene, elated green.

Until death’s alarm clock rang,
we collected certain seconds.
When her celebratory funeral
occurred on a blackened evening,
we laughed.