I’ve been writing for years
And yet I’ve published nothing. You’d think with all my time I’d do something useful, but all I’ve done is bilge. It’s a dump heap, all of it, and I’m just turning 21 this November.
You ever notice people and places getting a little…dirtier? I don’t mean in some obtuse or awkward way I mean metaphorically, or even symbolically. For some reason I remember 1st Stop near Pearland back home was a lot cleaner. Dad and I would hop around the corner and get Gatorades, the 24 ounce sport bottle kinds after every mowing day at grandma’s house. Go and look for yourself and it looks like trash, garbage. It’s like Star Trek turned to Star Wars.
One of the biggest differences between Star Trek and Star Wars is its physical appearance to the viewer. Go and watch Star Trek episodes and they look clean, too clean. Like somehow dirt never enters space, even though that’s basically all space is, clumps of dirt…and nothing. The Enterprise: completely clean. Uniforms: completely clean, sterile. Now go watch Star Wars…the good ones of course. It’s dirt, filthy. It’s like those people have lived there forever. There’s dust on everything and C-3P0 had to get an oil bath after fifteen minutes on Tatooine. Droids look like they were made from home appliances, Cantina’s look even worse than modern bars. It’s a nightmare, but you really understand time in Star Wars.
Sometimes I feel like Star Wars. I’m worn out. Just two months ago I was raving about Dynamite by Taio Cruz, now I forget I have the song in my library. What happened in those months? Nothing. Nothing at all, and yet I still feel like a prefabricated robot. I think I need an oil bath.
Mad Men
Mad Men is the best show on television, and I’ll tell you why. It doesn’t steer away from those issues that are awkward to talk about. Those daily life issues? Mad Men stares them in the face. Mad Men, when it has humor, has rich story driven humor, not gimmicky stupid sit-com humor that leaves you the minute you stop watching. It’s the best shot, best directed media I’ve ever seen on television. Granted I don’t watch that much TV, but it really does heighten my standards. Mad Men takes life, and handles it truthfully, and also gloriously at the same time. The characters are so defined and true throughout (few exceptions). Season 4, is excellent, and while not as great throughout as maybe season 2, two episodes redeem it completely. I guess that’s where my life went: into fiction.
At one point I was going to hack Twilight like I did Redeeming Love. While Redeeming Love flat out deserved it, Twilight really doesn’t, and I’ll explain why. I picked up the audio book of Twilight and breezed through the first 100 pages and decided immediately against criticizing it. No it’s not because Twilight is good, but because it does not matter.
Twilight is the lowest form of entertainment I’ve ever seen. Stephanie Meyer’s favorite adjective is different forms of the word “perfect”. Not kidding. “Flawless teeth”. “Perfect hair.” “Incredible skin”. The list goes on. Why is this bad? Well unfortunately there are different forms of perfect for everyone. I have my own idea of what an ideal woman is for me. No I’m not saying she has to be perfect but are you getting the picture? Zane and I will not fall for the same woman, even if she’s “perfect”, because what does that even mean? I’m surprised no one complained about this. Immediately after I finished the 100 pages, I stopped the audio book and have not listened to it since. Is it bad? Most definitely, but who am I going to try and convince? This book makes novels look terrible. There’s a reason this is on the “Young Adult” section. It does exactly what young fiction is designed to do: transcend life to what it ought to be. There is no such thing as vampires, but hot guys should be fighting over me because I’m the new girl, you can’t read my mind, I’m clumsy, and you’re perfect. What woman wouldn’t want to read that? Bacon treats for a dog.
Nostalgia is a powerful feeling. Remember Reboot? For those that don’t, it was a cartoon on Cartoon Network when we were kids that was in terrible 3D animation, but there was a simplistic charm about it.
“Warning: Incoming Game” - sound familiar?
Had a bad guy named Megabyte?
Hope that helps, if not look it up on Youtube.
So I used to love the show and I asked Zane and Collin if they’d like to watch the first episode. We did…
It was terrible. Really crappy dialogue, really terrible animation, stupid one liners, horrible story. People always think the good old days were really amazing and worth reliving.
“Remember that time we did musical? Man that was so fun. I wish I could go back and do it all over again.”
Would you really? Would you really want to go to school at 8:30 AM, get out at 4 PM (most of us anyway), and then go to musical rehearsal from 4 PM to midnight? Do that every week day, and then for those who had work, go on Saturday from 8 AM to 5 PM.
Think of that world, and you’ll begin to understand how crazy you were, but somehow it was fun. Sure some of you will say you’d still go back, but would you really? I wouldn’t
So maybe things aren’t dirty, maybe my expectations of things have lost touch. Maybe it’s a little of both? Time is a test of everything, right down to humanity.
I think somewhere along the line I let loose my hopes and dreams, and they got away from me, and now there’s some dirty residue. College doesn’t help, the place where they teach of music without melody, and stories without plot.
Somewhere heroes die in our minds, you stop collecting baseball cards, or they’re just not relevant anymore.
Sometimes I think I’m on a treadmill, and instead of me walking forward, I’m really just pushing the world backward. Everything, including the 1st Stop where I drank blue raspberry, just falls behind me, off the edge of some Yesterdayland. I don’t feel any older, I feel like a 20 year old high school kid. What am I doing? Robert’s Auto Parts is gone, Renwick Park looks like a disaster, there’s a new police station, which will just get old. Cars keep breaking down. “While I am standing still.”
I still get acne.
It’s like everything bad about me never goes away. I’m still that guy from musical who cried like a little girl over not getting some part. I’m still stuck in some dirty torn up robot that got thrown into the world and wants everything to be Star Trek. Nostalgia keeps the bad stuff too, and now it all comes back; every day. Everything wrong with me is still wrong with me. I’m still myself, only much more so because I’ve lived a little longer. Reboot still sucks, Mad Men is still awesome, Twilight is still making me look imperfect and I am walking a treadmill, going nowhere, and everywhere at the same time.
And yet I’ve published nothing. You’d think with all my time I’d do something useful, but all I’ve done is bilge. It’s a dump heap, all of it, and I’m just turning 21 this November.
You ever notice people and places getting a little…dirtier? I don’t mean in some obtuse or awkward way I mean metaphorically, or even symbolically. For some reason I remember 1st Stop near Pearland back home was a lot cleaner. Dad and I would hop around the corner and get Gatorades, the 24 ounce sport bottle kinds after every mowing day at grandma’s house. Go and look for yourself and it looks like trash, garbage. It’s like Star Trek turned to Star Wars.
One of the biggest differences between Star Trek and Star Wars is its physical appearance to the viewer. Go and watch Star Trek episodes and they look clean, too clean. Like somehow dirt never enters space, even though that’s basically all space is, clumps of dirt…and nothing. The Enterprise: completely clean. Uniforms: completely clean, sterile. Now go watch Star Wars…the good ones of course. It’s dirt, filthy. It’s like those people have lived there forever. There’s dust on everything and C-3P0 had to get an oil bath after fifteen minutes on Tatooine. Droids look like they were made from home appliances, Cantina’s look even worse than modern bars. It’s a nightmare, but you really understand time in Star Wars.
Sometimes I feel like Star Wars. I’m worn out. Just two months ago I was raving about Dynamite by Taio Cruz, now I forget I have the song in my library. What happened in those months? Nothing. Nothing at all, and yet I still feel like a prefabricated robot. I think I need an oil bath.
Mad Men
Mad Men is the best show on television, and I’ll tell you why. It doesn’t steer away from those issues that are awkward to talk about. Those daily life issues? Mad Men stares them in the face. Mad Men, when it has humor, has rich story driven humor, not gimmicky stupid sit-com humor that leaves you the minute you stop watching. It’s the best shot, best directed media I’ve ever seen on television. Granted I don’t watch that much TV, but it really does heighten my standards. Mad Men takes life, and handles it truthfully, and also gloriously at the same time. The characters are so defined and true throughout (few exceptions). Season 4, is excellent, and while not as great throughout as maybe season 2, two episodes redeem it completely. I guess that’s where my life went: into fiction.
At one point I was going to hack Twilight like I did Redeeming Love. While Redeeming Love flat out deserved it, Twilight really doesn’t, and I’ll explain why. I picked up the audio book of Twilight and breezed through the first 100 pages and decided immediately against criticizing it. No it’s not because Twilight is good, but because it does not matter.
Twilight is the lowest form of entertainment I’ve ever seen. Stephanie Meyer’s favorite adjective is different forms of the word “perfect”. Not kidding. “Flawless teeth”. “Perfect hair.” “Incredible skin”. The list goes on. Why is this bad? Well unfortunately there are different forms of perfect for everyone. I have my own idea of what an ideal woman is for me. No I’m not saying she has to be perfect but are you getting the picture? Zane and I will not fall for the same woman, even if she’s “perfect”, because what does that even mean? I’m surprised no one complained about this. Immediately after I finished the 100 pages, I stopped the audio book and have not listened to it since. Is it bad? Most definitely, but who am I going to try and convince? This book makes novels look terrible. There’s a reason this is on the “Young Adult” section. It does exactly what young fiction is designed to do: transcend life to what it ought to be. There is no such thing as vampires, but hot guys should be fighting over me because I’m the new girl, you can’t read my mind, I’m clumsy, and you’re perfect. What woman wouldn’t want to read that? Bacon treats for a dog.
Nostalgia is a powerful feeling. Remember Reboot? For those that don’t, it was a cartoon on Cartoon Network when we were kids that was in terrible 3D animation, but there was a simplistic charm about it.
“Warning: Incoming Game” - sound familiar?
Had a bad guy named Megabyte?
Hope that helps, if not look it up on Youtube.
So I used to love the show and I asked Zane and Collin if they’d like to watch the first episode. We did…
It was terrible. Really crappy dialogue, really terrible animation, stupid one liners, horrible story. People always think the good old days were really amazing and worth reliving.
“Remember that time we did musical? Man that was so fun. I wish I could go back and do it all over again.”
Would you really? Would you really want to go to school at 8:30 AM, get out at 4 PM (most of us anyway), and then go to musical rehearsal from 4 PM to midnight? Do that every week day, and then for those who had work, go on Saturday from 8 AM to 5 PM.
Think of that world, and you’ll begin to understand how crazy you were, but somehow it was fun. Sure some of you will say you’d still go back, but would you really? I wouldn’t
So maybe things aren’t dirty, maybe my expectations of things have lost touch. Maybe it’s a little of both? Time is a test of everything, right down to humanity.
I think somewhere along the line I let loose my hopes and dreams, and they got away from me, and now there’s some dirty residue. College doesn’t help, the place where they teach of music without melody, and stories without plot.
Somewhere heroes die in our minds, you stop collecting baseball cards, or they’re just not relevant anymore.
Sometimes I think I’m on a treadmill, and instead of me walking forward, I’m really just pushing the world backward. Everything, including the 1st Stop where I drank blue raspberry, just falls behind me, off the edge of some Yesterdayland. I don’t feel any older, I feel like a 20 year old high school kid. What am I doing? Robert’s Auto Parts is gone, Renwick Park looks like a disaster, there’s a new police station, which will just get old. Cars keep breaking down. “While I am standing still.”
I still get acne.
It’s like everything bad about me never goes away. I’m still that guy from musical who cried like a little girl over not getting some part. I’m still stuck in some dirty torn up robot that got thrown into the world and wants everything to be Star Trek. Nostalgia keeps the bad stuff too, and now it all comes back; every day. Everything wrong with me is still wrong with me. I’m still myself, only much more so because I’ve lived a little longer. Reboot still sucks, Mad Men is still awesome, Twilight is still making me look imperfect and I am walking a treadmill, going nowhere, and everywhere at the same time.
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