Nothing to say really, just a message to impart. Of course, it has to be in the form of a song:
This ain't my song.
This ain't my dance.
It's just beautiful.
(go.watch.his.vids)
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The news is depressing. Absolute mind-numbing madness. I try not to pay attention, but it's nearly impossible with all the insanity going on--people dying for nothing, other people getting erections from watching the news coverage (aka televised snuff films) of people dying for nothing.
We shall over come
We shall over come
We shall over come
Some
Daaaaaaaay
OH
Peace in my heart
I do believe
We
Shall
Over
Come
Some
Day
^^ I remember singing that--believing it.
2.18.2016
It's bad when you're sitting here trying to think of something worth saying. While this blog is a Dead Space ( shudder, horrifying games) I feel obligated not to let the fucking thing die on my account. So, every once in a while, I have to crawl out of the beauty of Anon and come over here and think of something to say to fill up space.
Sooo... what shall I blather on about? The nightmarish, cartoon-like election? The fact that I've gained some appreciation for the police saving my arse lately? The fact that I am deeply immersed in the Fallout universe--playing two games at once--and almost didn't shoot Benny in the face because, for just a second, boning that little weasel was way more important to me than giving the bitch the death he so rightly deserved?
Sure. All that. Why not?
1. The election is bullshit. Better candidates are standing around garbage cans under bridges talking to themselves about the aliens that control everything. Hilary's racist. Trump's racist. And I know nothing about Sanders--not really. Nothing against the last candidate and, if I do vote in this meaningless joke of a mess, it'll probably be for that one, but, most likely, I won't even bother. They're all the same puppet except one of them has a vagina. I am less worried as to whether a woman will be president and more worried if she'll be a GOOD one, and that person has said some things/holds some basic beliefs that ... make me sick--Trump sick. I would have shown up on election day for the young, intelligent, Dez Nuts. I liked him.
2. Police are people. Some bad. Some good. The system they operate under is corrupt. Being corrupt is rewarded in a corrupt system, and being decent is punished. Its an ugly little circle where the power hungry asshats hold all the power and the humans better shut their fucking mouths--just like everything else. Shit always. Always. Floats to the top. It's just the people way. I don't hate the police. I fear them. And, the other day, I needed them and they were there. Correct the unjust system and the police will be corrected. Much like correcting the Catholic Church at its core--making them pay taxes and holding them accountable--will correct the shuffling around of all these roguish pedophiles from church to church like a plague on little kids. But if you tell a group of people that they can do whatever they want and get away with it--they'll do whatever they want and get away with it. And the decent ones involved will be quiet because the bad guys, unlike 'decent' folk, Always, Always make you pay.
3. Benny. Shot my character in the face at the beginning of the game and then he and his goons buried him in a ditch. He's a little scumbag in a checkered coat that one chases all over the Mojave seeking revenge. Basically though, it wasn't personal. He was just looking out for him. He's kind of cute in rat-bastard kind of way. And begs for his life quite poetically. Did not save him. But it was close.
Fallout's a nice series. It's not quite Skyrim nice (drrragons) but it's pretty awesome. Bethesda makes good shit. Bioware's (Dragon Age/Mass Effect) still better.
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And that's all the meaningless bs I can conjure right now.
It's weird to be in love with someone forever. And, yet, I can't call what I felt for this beautiful thing any less than the love that it was. And while I fell in love with him in this movie, the character and the man, he was just a kind of beautiful person all around. I'm going to miss this one ... sorely.
The Goblin King in Seduction of the Fae was based upon him, that's how deep the rabbit hole goes. And I remember back when the reviews were good, that someone asked me if I would write a story based upon that singular character and I said yes, but never did it. I regret that because love would have made that story pretty fucking great, I think.
Of course, Labyrinth was only a small part of this gorgeous person. But it was the first time I notice him and though: "Wow...how shiny. How brilliant and glittery and golden."
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Within your eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes...
He made such beautiful music and said sane things in a world that desperately seems to want to be insane. He tried to make the world better, and for that I erect this tiny little temple.
I also heard that he started out as a mime. Gotta respect the big brass balls.
I don't have anything in particular to bitch about this fine night. This is one of those 'the state of the world ain't none of my business' and the fact that 'other people seek to control imaginations and minds' don't matter kinda nights. This post is because I fell in love with this song and this video. And when I love something musical, I put it here so I can write about it later--and don't forget that it's on the mental agenda to be addressed at some point.
Slippy memory is slippery and there's altogether too much drama to keep up with all the beautiful things without some kind of list. There was a slight drama about whether this song meant what it said or not, and the video clears up its meaning perfectly for all those who wished it otherwise. It's there in the lyrics for me, but some people need to see things to believe/admit them, I guess.
The singer is a 'he' and I adore every damn time he deigns to open his pretty, pretty mouth. This makes me happy when so many things seems to be trying to make me very, very sad.
First post of the new year is pretty, and I am glad. No hate. No bitterness. No fear. No drama. Just ... hope.
Jenny, darling you're my best friend But there's a few things you don't know of Why I borrow your lipstick so often I'm using your shirt as a pillowcase...
12.21.2015
(Ciel and Sebastian)
MerryChristmas (Happy Holidays/ Joyous Days?/ You feel me?)to All the People Everywhere
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"A Change Is Gonna Come"
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh, and just like the river I've been running ever since
Its been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will
Its been too hard livin' but I'm afraid to die
'Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky
Its been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will
I go to the movies, and I go down town
Somebody keep telling me don't hang around
Its been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will
Then I go to my brother, and I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me back down on my knees
Ohhhh
There been times that I thought that I couldn't last for long
"You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."
--whomever wrote that which is known as The Matrix
1. The banning of Huckleberry Finn in Philly.
Orwell was right on so many levels. When I read his books, I saw them as nightmare possibilities. There was nothing in them for me at the tender age when I read them that wasn't in some of the best that Stephen King has had to offer. However, as the world turns and this place called America gets darker and darker, I realize that this country, in particular, is heading that way like a speeding train that's come of its rails. Huckleberry Finn is a good book. For that reason alone, it should be left alone. More important than being a good book though is the fact that Huckleberry Finn has a whole lot of truth in it. There is no worse crime than covering up the truth because it's uncomfortable, which is something that's going on a whole lot today, and, I have learned, has always gone on with the writing/crafting of history. Personally, I am uncomfortable with lies, no matter how ugly the truth is.
The world Huckleberry Finn existed in was a real one and Twain just took a picture of that world so that people would always be able to see it as it was. I can not be so offended by a fucking WORD that I ban a book that is actually helpful to read and learn from. The word exists.
I actually liked Huckleberry Finn--not the book in this sentence, but the person. He had a shit life and a shit dad. He didn't even have any fucking shoes. I sympathized with him and I was happy to be along on his little journey into discovering that people were just people, no matter what color, which is the message in that book despite that word. There are books that are heralded that have a far less glorious message in my humble opinion. These books did not use that particular word and so they are upheld as the messenger for peace among the races, etc. BUT, and I won't mention the name of the book I'm talking about because I've had actual real time arguments about my opinion on this particular subject. That book's message is something like: "...sometimes black people die for unjust reasons, oh well. On with life."
Huckleberry Finn actually has a worthwhile message to teach. Only an idiot would ban the message because they don't like REALITY--even if that message exists 'supposedly' in the past, and people don't think like that anymore. *cough cough* bullshit *cough cough* Pretending like something isn't real is the first dangerous step into keeping that shit going eternally.. Better to face your demons and tame them than to just ignore them and let them keep 'eating' in background. Much like pretending that one doesn't have cancer.
It's similar to the big blown up bullshit about The Color Purple, which is the ONLY book, I've deigned to read more than once that Shakespeare didn't write. I've actually read The Color Purple five times. I thought Mr. was depicted as very real, and I also thought that he was sorry in the end and that his sorrow and regret was genuine. YES, he was an animal for most of the book, but he was an animal with a heart and soul who learned from his mistakes. I don't see anything wrong with that. I liked him too at the end. I don't want to DATE him, but I liked him for being willing to admit that he had been wrong and to try to correct that wrong. A lot of people would DIE before doing that. The Color Purple is not facing a ban or being stricken from curriculums. I'm not really sure it's ON any curriculum considering its small bit of sexual content.
I guess I'm talking about how quickly people can get offended and miss really important messages because they don't like the MESSENGER. That, and the tendency to cover up ugliness with a thin coat of paint like Texas removing the word slave from text books and replacing that word with 'worker'.
PRETENDING gets one nowhere. It only ensures that the problem won't be fixed, because the problem won't be truly ADDRESSED. Once again, like pretending you don't have cancer when you do. What's the end result of that going to be? Is the ending a big mystery or a forgone conclusion?
2. Legalized attempted murder of an infant
Some cop blew up a baby. I'm not going to look up names and things and report on this like my name is Scoops Taylor. I am simply commenting on the nature of the crime and the fact that that kid will receive via the courts no justice. In the interest of a no knock drug raid, the cops threw some kind of grenade into the house and the grenade landed on the kid, who couldn't even walk at the time and blew a hole in his chest and messed up his face and damn near killed him. The people were not selling drugs and the cops, in fact, had the wrong house, and that poor baby got all messed up for nothing.
This is just another attack on the poor in what America is quickly becoming. And, despite the fact that this was an innocent INFANT, no one really cares. They don't think things like: that could have been my house or my son. And they passively accept whatever 'justice' handed down by the courts as right and correct. It's the same with the roving DEATH SQUADS that are roaming the streets slaughtering people at will for minor infractions...
...and if they manage to live, they're locked up for years and years for things other first world countries don't even bother with in the interest of filling up all those 'for profit' prisons.
I find the police blowing up an infant and suffering no consequence offensive, while man-spreading doesn't bother me at all. I am more concerned with the message in Huckleberry Finn than I am with the word nigger being used like it was used and is still used. I am offended that every time I turn on the news some person's sitting there with a stale face and calm tone preparing me to watch the government sanctioned MURDER of a civilian by armed enforcers who have been trained at the academy to SHOOT TO KILL poor people and minorities and ask questions later.
There should be riots in the streets for this kid. There would be in any SANE country. But this is not a sane country, and never was one, and it's getting worse a mile a minute...
...and nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care...
edit: publishing paralysis not book paralysis/ same difference though, yeah?
Learned a new phrase called 'book paralysis' and find it interesting enough to blather on about for a few seconds. In taking the phrase apart, I am going to assume it has more to do with the author than the book itself. I mean, that's common sense working for me. I'm thinking it means something like a person who is paralyzed from writing/publishing books. It sounds dire, doesn't it?
I mean any form of paralysis is unwelcome and terrifying. Its a way of life for a lot of people though, and should not be knocked even if this kind only is about books and far from as serious as it sounds.
I'm going to add this phrase to my collection or terms and phrases, sticking it right under affluenza, thought that's not at all correct in terms of the alphabet. Still, it belongs right there, I think.
