Epic Clowning
nu kitten edition
So, it seems that the previous bit of house sitting was, in fact, a nefarious scheme to gift us with a kitten.
Which…is fine….it’s whatever…it’s not like i’m experiencing joy in its rawest form or anything.
The votes are still out for a permanent name, hovering between ‘asiago’, ‘finch’, and , ’shitass’.
‘Shitass’ was suggested by old auntie juniper smallberries, who doesn’t think any of this is a good idea and we have had to erect a temporary barrier in the downstairs so that the two numpties can get used to each other without bloodshed.
That’s the plan anyway. We shall see what we shall see. It has got me thinking about trolls, though. Trolls and trolling.
I have yet to see the Odyssey movie, though I imagine it’s pretty good for entertainment’s sake, assuming your lifestyle can afford our 21st Century Amphitheatron1 pricing matrix and all that, but I have heard there is some kind of fluff and hand-wringing about Helen of Troy not being whyte. And again, I am looking at the calendar and making sure that this is, in fact, the 21st century and that I am not getting trolled.
I simply cannot fathom why anyone would care at this moment in time about who is playing what in a movie. It’s like sports ball, or any other form of entertainment. At the end of the entertainment’s run, the only difference to my life trajectory is how much of my happiness index has been altered by my expenditure of time. Whatever money I had towards rent and bills and whatever else has been depleted by x-amount, and if time is, in fact, money, have I invested it wisely?
Oh, but, Steve, would you want someone of a different race portraying your life-story in a movie?
Extra-Extra Newsflash, Motherfucker, if Hollywood stopped by asking me to sign off on Samuel L Jackson portraying me in a movie, the first thing out of my mouth is going to be Wow, you guys are really scrapping that barrel-bottom, and the second thing is, where do I sign?
How long will the race card be in the troll handbook? Ugh…let’s go-go reductio absurdum…what if it was a woman actor? Well, just off the top of my head:
Judi Dench with a pick axe.
What’s…what’s the axe for?
You’ll have to ask her.
…what if it’s a cat?
Maine Coon.
…with an axe?
Don’t be silly, cat’s don’t need axes.
Bird?
Screech Owl.
…And so on.
I mean, you see what I am getting at, right? What matters is the essence of the thing in the moment of the thing. My life as STEVE is a vasty and squirming pinkish worm in four dimensional space, interfacing with other worms of particular and peculiar sizes, a slice of that STEVE worm at any one instance is a picture of me, but not the whole me, and that whole is not a static thing, is not even the same thing. Have I not grown in all kinds of ways since being a child? Have my ideas and opinions not changed over that time, like a melody written out in treble and bass clef?
I certainly hope they have. I would be disappointed with myself if they haven’t. The tune may stop mid-measure, and i can do nothing about that, but I wouldn’t want it tobecome stale and acrid, which is something I can work on, right up to the end.
Imagine for a moment the clefs becoming just one line, the notes becoming one note, and the beat repeating itself now until doomsday, never altering in the slightest, a crystal of time locked in a prism, a prison, of one’s own making. When would you be allowed to go insane? Oh the horror of the binary made triumphant at the hand of the light switch god.
Fortunately, nature abhors on and off as much as it abhors vacuum.
If you ever wanted a reason for the wiggliness of the quantum realms, that could be it right there: the prevention of horrors, a wayout machine of subtle complexity where trolls become lost, stalking their shadows in a sea of nothingness about to give form to everything they can’t or refuse to understand.2
Its greek to me!
and just to be clear, and i shouldnt have to write this, but if a trait is vital to the characterization, than yes it needs be there. No whyte dudes playing MLKjr, for instance. smh fkinghell