I can't believe I'm STILL debating The Cry of Mann with the Reddit community. (If you don't mind spoilers, see https://www.reddit.com/r/TroolTime/ for a glimpse at some of the weird debate this show has inspired.)
Honestly, it's given me hope. I'm even excited about Parallax again. I built up so much bitterness about how fandoms react to things they "love."
The success of TCoM reassures me that there are still people who not only will appreciate being fucked with... but might pay money for it. XD
I am very, very surprised how much time I've spent discussing an Adult Swim livestream, and how genuinely philosophically fulfilling it's been.
I really need to write at length about The Cry of Mann sometime. Partly because there's a lot there worth telling people about. Partly because a good summary will spare you the monumental annoyance and confusion of actually watching it.
SPOILER: The color orange symbolizes the friends we made along the way. On the ghost telephones. @_@;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R15LkyO8gq8
Why do I keep putting salt in my eyes? :) #badhabits
My understanding of the U.S.
"We're the greatest country in the world!"
:
our leaders build and maintain power and wealth by exploiting existing imbalances with active disdain for the people who actually have to deal with the disasters generated in the process
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"We got rich because we worked for it!"
:
our richest build and maintain wealth and power by exploiting existing imbalances with active disdain for the people who actually have to deal with the disasters generated in the process
kinfeels
I'm starting to get them pretty hard again. I'm honestly not sure if it's a sign of stress and fracture, or a sign of recovery.
I think it's both, a sign of a good strong healthy immune reaction as frightened bits of my subconscious stop hiding underneath the couch one by one. :)
I've been wanting to talk more about my history as a "highly fantasy-prone person," for want for better jargon. And my "mystical rationalist" streak and how it changes my perspective on kinstuff. Someday.
mood...
...is pretty good!
Gotta tie up my whole work week today, but it's fine, it's all hindbrain stuff at this point. Gonna catch up on Nick Nocturne videos in the background while I finish up.
My uncle has been cremated. Mom has asked for a little satchel to scatter next to Grandma and Grandpa.
Mom is holding up under the circumstances, which was my main concern -- I forget, sometimes, that woman has CON 18, WILL 18.
Oops, no, I'm not, because an even darker and more surreal power has taken over: cable providers. No cable, no livestream. >__<
Oh, well, guess I'm dressing up as a pirate for Halloween again!
And gods help me, I'm about to watch some more of it. It's on part six, and all I know is that... orange things? Are bad? Or liberating? And maybe blue. Or grey. And George Washington. Lemon muffins, cheese cubes, and possibly Gurdjieff. Also, orange. O__o;
Also, Jack has some nice fucking boots.
The Cry of Mann is the most interesting media experiment I've seen in several years and I absolutely don't recommend you watch it.
Boy, there sure is a lot of it.
I'll talk more about it once I figure out what it is. Probably 3-4 weeks after it's over.
(Best I can do: media tricksters Wham City got a six-part livestream on Adult Swim. It's a Lynchian soap opera. It's improvised. It's a call-in show. It's willfull awkward, like Catherine: A Story in 12 Parts. And it's ALMOST working. O_o; )
pessimism
Re: LRB, I'm not sure that this is a particularly good or cozy sensation for me.
It feels like those last few chapters of any given Vonnegut novel, where everybody's survived the apocalypse and is huddled together for warmth, but it just doesn't matter.
The people locked in with you are crazy, you don't really feel like you belong here, but hey, you don't belong anywhere else either, and there's nothing really left outside, so... here you are. Enjoy your absurdist fable.
My experience of mastodon: diving through a trapdoor into a poorly lit space and gradually discovering how big it is and how many other people are also sheltering in here, and how the one thing we have in common is human.
Given the intense focus on identity as divisive at the moment, this strangely anonymised space for meeting people according to their thoughts alone feels rare and hopeful.
I... I think I just watched the human equivalent of "Confuse-A-Cat Ltd."
bizarre tabletop rpg nattering
Yikes. According to page 141 of http://onyr.free.fr/Torg/Revised%20&%20Expanded%20with%20Errata.pdf, the effect of a Social Axiom of 0 is:
"No social interaction between beings is possible; beings that reproduce by fission or similar methods live lives of complete solitude in the presence of all other beings."
The freakin' NUCLEAR FAMILY only becomes possible at a 2. That's harsher than I remembered, and now I want to put a city there more than ever. :)
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ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/