No way!

This is already episode 200 – wow. That went quick. Well, we're having a jolly old time reviewing the latest movies like Dark Tower and Valerian. While discussing Valerian you cannot help but give Luc Besson some more shit for all the other atrocious movies he has done.

We might have to do another 200 recap at some point and invite some old school guests. Let's see...

Ape movie, Game of Thrones, Interstellar, Dunkirk and everything else ends. We talk about all that – and dreams with sad endings.

Rude people on the train are looking for their own sad ending. And you   just wanted to enjoy a muffin, but no you have to beat the brakes off some schmock. 

UFC 214 is finally upon us and we talk about the odds, interrupted by a few random calls, of the main card. One way or another, it is going to be bad, phenomenologically speaking.

We also have a first test play with the new Street Fighter V supersize character Abigail. Not bad at all.

We enjoyed the shit out of 'Homecoming' and now, Gaeton and March are getting ready to see 'Baby Driver'. Excitch!

Moreover, we have surprise guests, former sexy accountant Agnes, and her boyfriend Rami visiting explain to us the surprising secrets of yoga and how to make it all better with only 4 hrs of meditation a day. Astoundch!

Rough week at Blow. Rough enough for us to just kick back and enjoy a nice scotch and some Elvis crumble with salted caramel ice cream, talking about the upcoming MayGregor fight.

There's a new Coke. 

There's new cocaine.

There's a new Transformers movie.

That's pretty much it.

We trying to figure out how Nolan's camera work is subtly sublime, too.

Yeah, that would be such a great movie. Someone needs to give Josh Brolin a call and make him put some lotion on his face if he still wants to play the older brother and not Mikey's father. 

Why we talk for an hour about Transformers and The Fast and The Furious is beyond me.

Still under the influence of a recent panel discussion on whether or not creativity needs any human input. Machine learning and advancements towards, what I guess is now being called a Artificial General Intelligence, which probably describes a non-task-specific intelligence, are already messing with people's naive concepts of such an idea. We have our own affirmative and negative. Kill or chill, it's going to be exciting to live for another few years and hope to see the end of this horse shit debate.

We're joined by Gaeton, discussing all the recent developments in the fast moving fast food circuit here in Sydney, just before we rally up our manhood and see Wonderwoman. 

We (you) are running out of jobs. Especially, if you're a driver and not a sex robot, it's time crack the books and learn how to – no not code, idiot – learn how to be a hugger-mugger assistant to a crew of procreating humans on a space trip to far away planets. You can be a robot, too. Just not Michael or David, hatch your own plan!