Is, was and always will be

The Addams Family has aged well.

It’s a really sweet family movie about a group of oddballs who love each other a bunch. Sure, the kids perform actual torture on one another, but it’s all just harmless fun. Gomez and Morticia’s relationship is wonderful, and immensely healthy. They support and respect one another utterly. They’re passionately in love, and the passion is evident in their love life. The whole family openly show their adoration, and they have a ton of fun together. They’re buoyed by family money, so nobody has to work. As a result, they live in a bubble where they just get to do what they want. It’s low stress, and their lives seem to be scored by MC Hammer. What more could you want? It’s flagrantly silly, and immensely watchable. If you’re doing any kind of Halloween film catch ups, add it to your list.

Okay, now some errant stuff that’s in my head:

That’s about all that’s in my head right now. I’m on the third day of a four day stretch. My mind is unravelling. I think my girlfriend and I are gonna try for a double feature at some cinema today. The good films from TIFF are finally getting released. It’d be amazing to see Jojo Rabbit, and if we could round out the evening with Parasite, that’d kill most any reason I’d need to revisit the movies for the next month or so. Then again, Knives Out isn’t far off, and that’s supposed to be a riot. I’m vaguely tempted to see Joker if I can get it on a double feature, primarily because I want to understand that whole “ringing of the death bells” bit on Twitter. If I don’t, I’ll just catch it streaming sometime.

Here’s something I thought was really neat. Every year around this time, The Knitting Factory in Brooklyn does a show called “Schtick or Treat”. Up and coming comics do sets as more famous comics. The link I shamelessly put at the start of the paragraph instead of somewhere more intuitive like here, has one of these sets. It’s a perfect set. Comedian Jeremy Kaplowitz does a set as 90s 38 year old Jerry Seinfeld doing bits about his 17 year old girlfriend. It’s a great way to highlight how the rich and successful get to sidestep societal norms without consequence. The impression is spot on, both vocally and stylistically. I’m sure it won’t really affect Seinfeld himself, but it does ground just how creepy the whole relationship was by trying to present it in an unremarkable fashion. Seinfeld seems to get a pass on a lot of stuff just because he’s beloved, and it’s kinda weird that he’s repeatedly enabled. I think it’s well worth watching.

And Zendaya is Meechee.

I’m imprisoned by my own dilemma, thank you very much

I’m significantly high right now. Like, REAL high. So high I’m soaring above the clouds en route to Ottawa. I’ve had an irritating day at work and I haven’t been able to let go of it yet, despite now being on holiday. Consequently I’ve resolved to write nothing of significance in this entry. Here be dragons, etc.

Does anyone else find the phrase “come one, come all” to be linguistically bizarre? Like, neither parts of that sentence stand on their own. You don’t say “hey you, come one”. Neither do you look at a group and say “yoose folks, come all to my attraction.” Yoda might, but he clearly missed his calling in the tourism industry. But together, it works. Maybe because we’ve gotten used to PT Barnham and similar charlatans telling us to check out their circuses. Technically it makes sense, but it’s also sorta clunky sonding, and gramatically I’m not sure where it sits.

It’s different, but kind of reminds me of this thing in linguistics one of my exes told me about called “cranberry morphemes”. They’re words that are composed partially of a word that stands on its own, and another word that doesn’t exist independently of the pre-existing word. So like, “cranberry”. Berry is a word, cran is not. There aren’t wild “crans” running around, but without them you wouldn’t have cranberries. I was thinking today that “walnut” must be a cranberry morpheme, because a “wal” is not a thing, as far as I know. I don’t know enough about these morpheme thingies to understand what happens if the “cran” part turns out to be a real, but unrelated, word. What if “cran” turned out to have a totally different meaning like ‘a V-shaped pipe used as a conduit between two sinks?’ Would it still be a cranberry morpheme, because “cran” in that way had nothing to do with the meaning of “cranberry”? Or if “cran” became a neologism? Like suddenly people started calling a V-shaped pipe used as a conduit between two sinks a “cran”? Would cranberry no longer be a cranberry morpheme? I have zero idea. I’m not educated about linguistics, and I’m currently on board a flight with my phone on flight mode. No internet. I could stand up and yell “IS THERE A LINGUIST ON THE FLIGHT?”, but I feel like I might come back with diminishing returns. So we’ll just have to continue wondering.

I’m not entirely sure why, but I still get into an internal “fuck you” mood when I see people on flights with devices not on flight mode. Say that announcement comes on where they’re all “please turn your transmission shit off, we’re on a plane for fuck’s sake”, and the person stays on snapchat. It makes me silently fume, and I don’t know why. Obviously a couple of people on phones is not gonna make a plane crash, otherwise they’d require cellphones to be turned off and checked in with baggage. I highly doubt that a plane full of people with active cellphones could crash a plane, otherwise, again, they wouldn’t let people have them. So why do I give so many shits when people flaunt the rules? Is it because I’m following them, and others ignoring them feels unfair? Like, I could be reading shitty, racist ice cold takes on Twitter, or visiting hatsofmeat.com. But I’m not, I’m being a good good boy, and others are trying to make me rot away in a cell like some kind of prisoner’s dilemma. Ugh, I just know I’d get taken advantage of in most every Prisoner’s Dilemma iteration. I just don’t have it in me to let someone down like that. I’m almost certain the other person would fold and dob me in, because I’m a sucker who’s too concerned with being considerate as much as possible. I mean, chances are I’d make friends with the guards and eventually get out for good behaviour, but still. I could be doing better things with my life. Like getting off this goddamn plane and eating something delicious.

Well, we’re going down now. It’s been a pretty descent flight.

Design of the times

I did it! I beat my deadline by a week!

I can’t be bothered linking yesterday’s post. It wasn’t anything worth linking. I did, however, set myself a task. I said that, since knowledge was everywhere, I was gonna get me some of it. I proclaimed that by next Wednesday I’d come back having learned something. Whether this was picking up a new skill, or just forcing myself to watch a documentary. I took the path of least resistance and watched a documentary. I say “least resistance”, but it took work to push myself into not just zoning out on my own. I’d played some Magic out of habit and was basically just refreshing my Facebook feed/Reddit. We all have those loops where we look up the same handful of sites, right? Much as I figured I wasn’t getting anything done, pushing against the default isn’t a walk in the park (unless your desired task was a park stroll). I probably did the Facebook/Reddit/Magic loop at least 3 times while trying to decide how to attain learning.

I watched an episode of Abstract: The Art of Design on Netflix. Sure, that may be a leisure activity for some, but for me it wasn’t. I have very little visual acuity. I love words and sounds, but it’s rare that visual components spark my synapses in quite the same manner. In order to push my boundaries a little, I opted to watch an episode on graphic design. It’s something I’ve rarely looked into. Of course it’s interesting, but without much acquired vocabulary it often goes over my head. I figured if anyone could translate for me, it’d be a Netflix doco made for general consumption.

I lucked out. The graphic design episode featured a designed named Pala Scher, who seems to be a longtime fixture in the New York scene. Why was that lucky? Because typography in particular was her specialty. WORDS! One of my two favourite things! It was literally visual language, and her style was totally captivating.

What did I learn though? The doc focused more on her legacy and work than necessarily technique. Still, I think I took soft inspiration from seeing the range of concepts she evoked. Typography is always something I’ve passively consumed. The way she used words was truly an artform. Sometimes it’d be sparse and minimalist, with a subdued aesthetic. Then other pieces would be utterly crammed with words. Words jammed into almost every inch of a poster, framing the subject by the use of negative space. They’d vary in font, colour, shape, size. Y’know, the usual stuff designers do with words. But I swear it was impressive. She often negated formal structure in lieu of style, with words disregarding ease of reading in favour of visual metaphor.

If this doesn’t mean much, one piece really stood out. She’d taken a self portrait she’d drawn, then chronologically overlaid different stages she’d gone through. Her face, for instance, had lines listing illnesses she had at different ages, free flowing at all different angles. She’d written her various hairstyles through the years, flowing down in waves like strands. I’m doing a terrible job at describing it. Just look for yourselves.

Look, it might be a stretch saying I really learned anything valuable, but I was quite taken by the way she interpreted the world. Lots of out of the box thinking, dynamic visuals and bucking conventions. I noticed that as I was watching all these stylistic choices, my brain was translating them to audio effects, the main design work I’ve done. I’d look at certain angles and consider how that’d be represented in EQ. A representation of “R”s of different sizes brought to mind speed, and how that could be varied within a sentence itself. Shadows made me think of multi-tracking, and colours corresponded in my head to pitches. I don’t know why this was all happening in my brain, but it was curious that I was completely sober. I do wonder what kind of inspiration has been planted, and if that’s something I can harness. Y’know, I could always watch another episode…

Oh, maybe I learned that learning isn’t so bad?

“Compelling” was not a word I used

I had a terrible idea, which is usually my clarion call for doing something. I was like, hey, why not test this whole stream of consciousness thing and just write unique words for half an hour? An exercise that would be wholly unreadable and without true purpose. Also this entry will be a long, long, long. So guess what I’m about to do? My only rule is no Proper Nouns allowed. Superstar DJs, here we go:

  • rattle
  • cage
  • underneath
  • swell
  • swollen
  • swallow
  • bird
  • hyphen
  • undercut
  • uppercut
  • blow
  • bow
  • break
  • bend
  • wreath
  • wrath
  • ramp
  • root
  • toggle
  • cattle
  • gaggle
  • mangle
  • mandible
  • double
  • dearth
  • remorse
  • risk
  • rank
  • case
  • bucket
  • sand
  • shore
  • sure
  • settle
  • wreckage
  • undeniable
  • indomitable
  • wrench
  • spanner
  • span
  • spend
  • lazy
  • litigious
  • gratuitous
  • camping
  • quest
  • journey
  • jumble
  • boggle
  • board
  • bard
  • dragon
  • dry
  • burst
  • bellow
  • bring
  • coagulate
  • connive
  • surreptitious
  • supper
  • suspend
  • abeyance
  • formative
  • formal
  • feud
  • few
  • fecundity
  • transgressive
  • digress
  • tigress
  • meander
  • spill
  • sacrilege
  • liege
  • legion
  • vermillion
  • lion
  • lined
  • lucrative
  • frost
  • peas
  • peer
  • seer
  • hump
  • mound
  • firm
  • secrete
  • secret
  • scandal
  • ferret
  • butter
  • butler
  • pore
  • pour
  • poor
  • pride
  • caramel
  • cocaine
  • widget
  • feeling
  • wavering
  • wand
  • tool
  • wrist
  • fellow
  • rejoinder
  • antagonise
  • goat
  • gorilla
  • gremlin
  • perambulate
  • permeate
  • delete
  • delineate
  • split
  • scramble
  • sonorous
  • chorus
  • cord
  • implicate
  • supercilious
  • conflagrate
  • immolate
  • burn
  • catch
  • lightning
  • lightening
  • like
  • let
  • emperor
  • facilitate
  • knub
  • knob
  • noble
  • bless
  • bliss
  • blather
  • lord
  • hoard
  • hoar
  • boar
  • brindle
  • bridge
  • bride
  • bondage
  • mantle
  • throne
  • thrive
  • survival
  • mix
  • trail
  • cobble
  • cobbler
  • cobalt
  • shake
  • subterranean
  • somonolence
  • solemn
  • shatter
  • cyclical
  • simulacrum
  • cymbal
  • symbolic
  • catharsis
  • haematoma
  • arterial
  • vein
  • vine
  • heat
  • hearth
  • heart
  • pineapple
  • broadcast
  • written
  • signal
  • significance
  • concordance
  • coherence
  • nascent
  • brittle
  • doubt
  • inherent
  • horn
  • bottle
  • bray
  • bey
  • pantaloon
  • trouser
  • knickerbockers
  • eel
  • truck
  • hose
  • hoes
  • soil
  • syrup
  • fight
  • rebel
  • rebound
  • ribald
  • melatonin
  • consumptive
  • cautious
  • caterpillar
  • outfit
  • wrangle
  • convalescent
  • lycanthropy
  • lich
  • libidinous
  • lyre
  • liar
  • fib
  • flub
  • phlegm
  • concert
  • consternation
  • sternum
  • seemingly
  • qi
  • cheetah
  • carrot
  • illness
  • terminal
  • tarmac
  • baggage
  • bagel
  • teak
  • tremble
  • treble
  • quake
  • doctor
  • sanity
  • reify
  • fallacy
  • phallus
  • chalice
  • cherry
  • pluck
  • oyster
  • pry
  • clamber
  • chamber
  • pot
  • preamble
  • double
  • demonstrable
  • monstrous
  • demonic
  • deity
  • dally
  • ditty
  • city
  • teatotaller
  • rollercoaster
  • bump
  • butt
  • rump
  • end
  • entire
  • forest
  • copse
  • corpse
  • course
  • charisma
  • chair
  • cheer
  • jeer
  • geriatric
  • centennial
  • systemic
  • systematic
  • automatic
  • autumnal
  • nary
  • near
  • far
  • whenever
  • wherever
  • hip
  • claw
  • clueless
  • inquisitive
  • innovate
  • venture
  • dependence
  • deepen
  • broach
  • brooch
  • brood
  • bracken
  • fauna
  • flora
  • floor
  • pelvis
  • pearl
  • prick
  • pity
  • year
  • yard
  • yonic
  • sapphic
  • sapphire
  • saffron
  • frond
  • friendly
  • castle
  • mental
  • menial
  • mend
  • asunder
  • sounding
  • reflect
  • resounding
  • sheet
  • cross
  • crystal
  • metamorphic
  • lava
  • feral
  • refuse
  • rifle
  • raffle
  • mufti
  • miniscule
  • implore
  • embers
  • shivering
  • anchor
  • ankh
  • pork
  • plate
  • critter
  • axe
  • hew
  • realistic
  • spawn
  • hydraulic
  • robot
  • spike
  • armour
  • amorous
  • crow
  • creak
  • sporadic
  • sickle
  • honey
  • trial
  • bank
  • support
  • sale
  • smile
  • wretched
  • point
  • stab
  • stew
  • store
  • soar
  • sample
  • chore
  • chew
  • jangle
  • stand
  • portal
  • primp
  • simian
  • shoe
  • eschew
  • shrimp
  • waggle
  • wave
  • curious
  • curio
  • oracle
  • treacle
  • treat
  • trot
  • rotten
  • rankle
  • apostle
  • postulate
  • presumptive
  • assuption
  • amused
  • bemused
  • behoove
  • chatter
  • chitter
  • phonic
  • phobia
  • anarchy
  • lawn
  • larynx
  • baroque
  • imported
  • pastry
  • caffeine
  • straggler
  • beyond
  • thorny

Did we accomplish anything here? I’m sure there’s some kind of insight into how my mind works, trends, etc. Ultimately, I managed to kill half an hour, which is always an accomplishment in my book. Any eagle eyed readers notice repeated words?

I’m sure as hell not reading it.

It looks to be, as they say en Francais, “definistration”

The world is a layered place. By age 32, I think I’ve come to terms with that.

It’s mostly good. If things were too simple, they’d get boring. I’m a total lover of multi-faceted, complex things, but I also really dig single use utensils and niche words. We all contain multitudes, right? One of my favourite things about the English language is just how many words there are, while simultaneously, I appreciate other languages’ ability to craft meaningful but convoluted signifiers of an experience. Schadenfreude being a prime example. What I’m proposing, is that English needs more evocative and specific words to really level up. Without further adieu, valid elements of the human condition that could do with their own monikers:

  • The simultaneous tension and excitement of sharing media that resonates deeply with you, with someone you care about. You know, like watching a film that’s always meant something to you with a prospective partner. What if they hate it? What if you realise in retrospect that it’s super flawed and hasn’t aged well? What does that reflexively say about you? Will they feel differently about you if they don’t like it?
  • The joint relief and concern when nobody takes the seat next to you on transit. Hey, it’s awesome that you don’t have to share space. It’s way more relaxing that way. At the same time, is it because you look weird? Or unapproachable? Do you have a gross habit or smell you haven’t yet noticed?
  • When you desperately, desperately wanna get messy and leave the house on a Friday night, but there’s nothing happening that fits your desires.
  • When you have a free night with nothing to do, but you don’t wanna dip into your rainy day activities backlog in case you won’t have any left the next time you have a night with nothing to do.
  • When something during sex sends you over the edge, but you’re not ready to reverse engineer why, because you’re afraid of going down a weeeeird rabbit hole.
  • When you’re given a gift you don’t want from someone with good intentions, and you’re trying to work out how long you need to hold onto it before you can throw it out.
  • When something tastes odd, but you can’t stop yourself from eating more.
  • When you realise that what you’re currently saying won’t land well, but you can’t do the mental gymnastics in time to change your sentence, so you just say it anyway.
  • When you can’t stop listening to a certain song on repeat, then one day you just don’t like it anymore.
  • When you’re dreading doing something, then it turns out better than you’d expected and after it’s over you’re still waiting for the axe to drop.
  • When an actor you despise is great in a film and you don’t know how to process it.
  • When you want something to be better than it is, so you create internal reasons why it was, even though deep down you know it wasn’t.
  • When you spend hours trying to remember something on principle, when you know you could look it up on the internet and figure it out in a matter of minutes.
  • When you stalk your exes online for reassurance that they’re doing well.
  • When you’re on a first date with someone you know from online, and you feel like you have to ask questions you already know the answer to because it would feel weird admitting that you’ve both stalked each other’s profiles.
  • When you connected deeply with someone at a party and talked for hours, but forgot to ask each other’s names.

Hell, I’d settle for an adequate way to describe a partner’s ex who you’re both still very close with.

If Voorhees joined Lord of the Rings, it’d be a jolly good fellowship

Ever wanted to know what it’s like to be my Facebook friend?

I’ve been prolific with absurd puns/half baked jokes today (especially the one about pie). Frankly, I’ve probably spent most of my day doing it. This is what my feed looks like right now:

  • At Jason’s birthday does everyone sing “Voorhees a jolly good fellow”?
  • If there’s One Thing in this world that I know it’s by Finger Eleven.
  • If you’re a long-haired domesticated bovid that likes burning lettuce pies, are you a pieromaineyak?
  • Are there any puddings that are better dancers than tapioca?
  • Considering the amount of tuna I eat, is my mercury always in retrograde?
  • If you’re straight, is your mercury in heterograde?
  • If you live downtown, is your mercury in metrograde?
  • If you eat a high fat, low carb diet, is your mercury in ketograde?
  • If you live in Volgograd, is your mercury in Stalingrad?
  • Wait, if you’re a Russian dude called Peter, is your mercury in Pietrograde?
  • If all these puns are upsetting your stomach, is your mercury in peptograde?
  • If I stole all these puns from somebody else, would my mercury be in kleptograde?
  • Has anyone considered remaking Maria Full of Grace with Chloë Grace Moretz in the starring role?
  • I’m fine being late to the party, but being late to dinner peturbs me.
  • If Nicolas Cage started a rap career, would he have a ghostwriter?
  • If he was performing live, would his list of demands be his Ghostrider?
  • If he created a barbershop group would it be called Not The Bees Sharps?
  • If I ever hated the environment I’d get business cards printed with “Leon: The Professional”.

By this point, I’m practically sick from staring at screens. A co-worker’s appendix burst, so for the past week her work has been shared out amongst the three surviving team members. She might be patient zero, but seeing as it’s Thursday of the second extra workload week, my patience might be at zero. Halloween starts in earnest (though likely Scared Straight, if any of them) tomorrow and I managed to finish my costume last night. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. I’m ready to let go and blow off all my steam.

I wonder if Jason’s up to anything tomorrow…

I killed it. Someone get me a starting gun

If I started a sports league for anxious people I’d totally commence the proceedings by saying “worriers, come out to play-ay”.

If I started a cocktail competition I’d totally commence the proceedings by saying “let the games be gin!”

If I started an assassin training school I’d call it “Murder she rote”.

If I started to learn Finnish I’d Finnish what I started.

I’m finished.

I dunno. It’s been a long, active day. I got up, went for a run, then helped a friend move. I think I’ve deserved feeling tired. Let’s just see what comes with it.

Oh, maybe ten minutes ago I saw the best thing. A church up the end of the street was having a car wash fundraiser. Hyped white folks yelling at passing cars to get a $5 car wash. Biggie’s “Hypnotise” playing in the background. A couple of people were losing their shit to it. Another few gormless individuals holding signs, but kind of bopping their heads to the tune. It was such a bizarre scene. Kind of adorable. I got the sense they rarely let loose and it was nifty to see it happen. At the same time, It Was A Scene. Such a mixture of folks, smooshed together with varying energies. Still, all united under Biggie.

From the corrections department, I want to issue a broad apology to the Chinese/Polynesian place that’s down the road from me. I was not sober when I went there last time. I was sober when I went there last night. This time I ordered over the phone, they told me there’d be a 20 minute wait, so I got there 20 minutes later and picked up my food. It was a very normal, mediocre Chinese takeout experience. The gawky white dude wasn’t there, but the overly friendly guy was. There was also a kindly old Asian woman in the kitchen who smiled and waved. It was very pleasant. The food was still as generic as I expected, but very affordable. No complaints. I discovered that when I thought I’d ordered sweet and sour pork and found a bunch of deep fried bones in it, turns out I’d ordered spare ribs. Quite reasonable. It’s a wonder what a little perspective can do.

It may still be a drug front. I’m not willing to budge on that yet.

TIFF last night. Nekrotronic was a riot of a Midnight Madness film. YMMV and manage your expectations, etc, but it was a heap of fun. First off, surprise Monica Bellucci (who I just realised I’ve been pronouncing “Monica Belushi” my entire life), who hammed it up brilliantly as the villain. The whole plot was pretty contrived and I really don’t want to ruin anything. It was a neat lark. While the general plot was nothing original whatsoever, that’s a far cry from saying the film was unoriginal. Lots of great lines and explosively cheesy action. It looked and sounded great. It wore its influences on every scene. A big ol’ mashup of every action movie trope you could expect. Can something be entirely predictable and filled with unexpected sharp turns? If the answer is yes, Nekrotronic is your answer. If it gets a wide release and you want to see the epitome of a popcorn flick, get into it.

Speaking of getting into it, I’ve got to get into the shower. I’ve got a comedy show to catch.

So in the words of Jesus, “It Is Finished.”