Someone who knows me about as well as anyone these days convinced me to binge watch the Netflix Original YOU. I was initially dubious, but I ended up being quite impressed. It’s based on the novel YOU by Caroline Kepnes, which I have not yet read, so I don’t know how much of the great writing is directly hers, or what was contributed by the two scriptwriters, but yeah…well done.
So after I watched the entire series in one sitting, I was discussing it with the Recommendette, who said, “Yeah…he really reminded me of you…he’s just so….”
I think the word you’re looking for is…
N.P.: “Make Me Feel” – Janelle Monáe
She: But you keep a sword in your bedroom.
Me: You say that like it’s a weird thing.
She: It is a weird thing!
Me: What’s weird about it? Where do you keep your sword?
She: …. [drinks deeply of Jameson’s Irish Whisky]
Me: The cleaver in the kitchen doesn’t seem to bother you much.
She: We’re not talking about your kitchen.
Me: Perhaps we should. Perhaps you’d be more comfortable there.
She: Maybe. Less swords.
Me: Fewer swords. There are fewer swords in my kitchen than in my bedroom, but vastly more cleavers.
She: There will be fewer women in your bedroom, but more proper grammar.
Me: It’s actually more of a usage issue than a grammatical one. If we’re being technical.
She: Has anyone ever just lit you on fire? Just like here, now, in front of a herd of witnesses, just doused you with Jamie’s and set light to you?
Me: Nobody’s ever cared enough. Until now.
N.P.: “Ready To Die” – Andrew W.K.
There is a non-zero chance that I am getting sick. Maybe not. Felt kind of funky all day, and then a little weird this evening, but it’s not getting any worse. Gonna swig some NyQuil just in case. Mondays are such a pain in the ass. After the revolution, I may ban them.
N.P.: “Skinflowers” – The Young Gods
Single-lane highways drive me nuts. They are fascist. They put the slowest driver on the road in the position to control the entire world behind him. I’d say these slow-assed people composed at least 80% of my “People I Almost Murdered This Week” list. And it’s always some jackass with Oregon plates and one of those insipid “Coexist” stickers. There should always be at least two lanes. Anything less is unAmerican and sadistic.
You know what else is unAmerican, these goddamn roundabouts that are popping up around The Creek. “Traffic Circles.” Cluster Fucks. And the more annoying of the denizens around here have taken to getting together on the weekends and decorating these eyesores. I may have to take up desecrating these things in the night as a new hobby. Create some incredibly reprehensibly lewd and blasphemous tableaux that the town’s children will have to be driven around in the morning on the way to school.
N.P.: “Wrong Number” – The Cure
Another lively Friday night in Hotel California, dear reader. That rotten charwoman has adopted a particularly moronic dog. As moronic as the dog may be, however, I think it’s ultimately smarter than her. She is asking the dog questions and apparently expecting an actual verbal response from the dog, in either English or Spanish. When the dog doesn’t respond appropriate, or you know, at all, she asks the question again, as if perhaps the dog simply didn’t hear her the first time. When there is no response the second time, she gets increasingly angry and asks the question again. It’s weird and awful to have to listen to. I guess the weirdest part is that they are not yes-or-no-questions, but rather questions that solicit explanations or an expression of preferences, or whatever. It’s just bizarre.
When she is not attempting to engage it in active conversation, this thing runs around humping everything. At this point I’m stuck in this smoky room for the time being because I don’t feel like being sexually assaulted by an overly dim canid. I told her she needs to get the thing fixed as soon as, but she says she can’t afford it. I told her I’d do it for $20. Her response was not positive, so I offered to do it for free. That was two days ago. She hasn’t spoken to me since. But she sure can’t stop speaking to this fucking dog.
How am I supposed to write the most important book in the world with this idiotic and oddly nasal cacophony going on in the hallway just outside the door?
I’m pretty sure she stole this dog.
N.P.: “Psycho Killer” – One Bad Son
Okay, dear reader…back to the discussion we were having earlier this week, before the bacchanalian rumpus of last night. And regrettably, this may have to be on the brief side, as I am still rather exhausted from last night. First, the briefest recap of my assumptions:
There is no god.
Humans are animals Remarkably advanced animals, but animals nonetheless.
It is impossible for (and therefore completely unrealistic to expect) an animal to go against its nature.
I should probably attempt to tie this weirdness together before we progress. So here goes.
Humans, in general, have a psychological need for belief in some kind of higher power. Such belief keeps one from having to do any real heavy lifting when it comes to the existential questions that any thinking and intelligent person is faced with pretty much every day of their lives. Why are we here? What is the meaning of life? Why do I have the life I have, and why am I on the path that I’m on? Or why does there seem to be no path or order or direction to my life? And give me one good reason why I should ever get out of bed again. You can either spend your entire life wrestling tormentedly with each of these and very probably never coming close to any truly satisfying answer, or, you can believe in a god and have instant answers to all of these questions. Most people are not psychologically equipped to truly grasp an essentially meaningless existence in a universe that is governed only by chaos and chance if it can be said to be governed at all. When faced with the cold harshness of the pure loneliness and existential dread that rushes in and fills one;s psyche when one begins to even consider such a reality, the vast majority of humans will (and do) panic and run to whatever church/belief system they are most familiar with and take deep and immediate comfort in the warm blanket that is faith and trust in a higher power.
I’ve noticed that even atheists or people who do not file any kind of organized belief system “believe” in conspiracy theories or secret societies and other secular entities that are godlike in their power and mystery (i.e., “worshiping” the Illuminati instead of Yahweh…it’s exactly the same thing).
I think that the tendency to believe there is any kind of dichotomy between Nature and Humans typically occurs comorbidly with a belief (perhaps even subconscious one) in some sort of omnipotent god that created humans. The common thread between virtually all religions with a creator god is the belief that that god thinks humans are special or sacred or blessed and are superior to animals. Before science, it was considered common sense that the earth was the center of not only our solar system but indeed all of creation. When Copernicus came along, and Galileo after him, proving the theory of a heliocentric universe, society had a bit of a collective nervous breakdown, which is understandable: proving that people’s reality as well as the most basic precepts and tenets of whatever religion they had chosen to govern their lives is essentially wrong and based on nonsense really pisses people off and they tend to find it easier to silence the voices who are discrediting their cherished beliefs than it is to attempt to successfully incorporate an entirely new belief system and admit they’ve been philosophically wrong about everything their entire uneducated lives.
Okay…that was a lot, and I’m worried I’m going to lose you in all this, particularly if I go on tonight whilst exhausted. So I’ll leave it here for now.
N.P.: “Deus in Absentia” – Ghost
Today, beloved reader, I got victorious news about a war of attrition I’ve been engaged in for a year or so, which victory patently demanded a lewd goat dance and raucous celebration. Which is, of course, what I did this evening. I really had no choice. Temporal laws being what they are, tonight’s rumpus has left me with minimal time to put words on pages, so I’m just going to do a quick bit on each project and get horizontal and dream sweet dreams of enemies’ heads on spikes.
Kidding, of course, cherished reader. I’m rereading Dracula this week and it’s been causing my mind to wander darkly. Don’t mind me.
N.P.: “Jailbreak” – AC/DC
Okay, so where were we in our little discussion of earlier in the week? Oh yeah: No god. We’re animals.
Our animal nature shapes everything we do. We have aspired to evolve out of and outgrow some of our more base behaviors, but as noble as that effort may be, there is only so far it can possibly go. There are limits to how physically large each species of animal can ever evolve to become. Consider the cockroach. I had the extreme displeasure of once holding a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach, perhaps the largest cockroach in the world. I hated that thing so much. I had the natural instinct to throw it to the ground and stomp it to death, but it was so big that there was a better-than-zero chance that it would not only fight back, but win. So I didn’t stomp it to death. But it’s the thought that counts. Anyway, I bring this awfulness up because the only reason this bug isn’t significantly bigger than it is (after all, it’s had several million more years of evolution (and exponentially shorter generations) than humans have…had there been no restraints, these things would be the size of elephants. But that will never happen (thank Christ) because this is as large as an insect can grow without needing to develop lungs. And insects don’t have lungs…that’s the rules. Put another way, the cockroach, just like every other animal, has evolved about as far as it can evolve without violating its nature. And even if you could somehow force it to do so, the result would no longer be a cockroach, or even an insect. The largest animal on earth, the blue whale, has evolved to be as large as it can ever get. Perhaps bone structure and strength play a factor, but food supply is the main issue. The larger an animal gets, the more food it needs to survive, and there simply isn’t enough zooplankton in the ocean to support animals any bigger than blue whales as they are now. To do so would require it to develop teeth and other digestive abilities so extremely different than what it has that, again, the result of such an evolution, even if possible, would yield something that was no longer a while, by definition. Like the nasty ass roach mentioned supra, the blue whale has evolved as much as it can without violating its own nature.
Are you still with me? I know this is getting pretty heady. This isn’t where I wanted to leave it for tonight, dear reader, but leave it here for tonight I must. I’ve got some work on the book to do before the night gets away from me.
N.P.: “A Tout Le Monde [Set Me Free] – Megadeth