Contact Me

emmy [AT] curious-notions {dot} net
October 2019
S M T W T F S
« Aug    
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

get taken seriously

I’m reading this novel and I came across a bit of dialogue that I think perfectly fits why I hate modern literature/film:

“People think that if something ends happy, it’s not real. [...] It’s all shit. It’s not life. When bad things happen in real life you don’t get a cookie for sitting through it and bragging to your friends that it taught you the truth of the universe. It’s not beautiful. It’s not compelling. You drag yourself up and sew yourself back together and most of the time you get jack shit for not putting a bullet through your brain except another stupid sunrise that you probably sleep through anyway. [...] I had a point. I don’t know what it is, other than stupid movies are stupid and you shouldn’t let them get to you.”

I think this blurs the line between the audience and the subject a bit. Usually the characters aren’t the ones having the cookies with their friends talking about how they learned the truths of the universe, it’s the audience. If you go back to the ancient Greeks, tragedy was only one of the dramatic genres and it had a function (I really only remember catharsis, but Wikipedia says that there is also mimesis). We aren’t learning deep truths in tragedies, they just help cleanse us of our tears.

set fire to your hair

So I was browsing the internet and I saw the cap for this video and clicked it without knowing what I was doing. I’m kind of traumatized now. It’s so cute. And disturbing. And yet still cute? Also, this is used as a safety video?!? Seriously? That’s probably even more disturbing. I’d love to know if they actually used this on mainstream sites around the internet or on tv somewhere.

Be my luck

This post is purely down to my dearest Rainbow Oreo.

I jerked awake to the alarm clock this morning. I’d been having a nightmare. In it, my aunt? someone was like a detective after a serial killer and we’d just found some of his bodies and one of the skulls had a note in its mouth. The killer was coming after my aunt. We were booby trapping a house (that as like a mashup of my house and the house I grew up in) because we were sure the killer was coming. The traps were made out of metal bits and wet glue. It was really crazy. Right as I woke up, we heard someone creep into the house and we were dialing 911.

I remember a lot of water and wet toxic glue. The bodies had been pulled out of a swamp. It was so awful. Such a creepy dream. Heres hoping for better ones tonight.

(Rainbow Oreo, the lyric is from Capital Cities “Safe & Sound”

flips you around

Bear: GOOD MORNING EMMY
HOW ARE YOU TODAY
Emmy: GOOD MORNING BEAR
I AM TIRED
Emmy: BUT VERY IN LOVE WITH YOU AT THIS MOMENT
Bear: CAPSLOCK IS VERY ANNOYING ISN’T IT?
Bear: ITS LIKE SOMEONE IS SHOUTING AT YOU
Emmy: YES
Bear: HOW ABOUT THE NEXT MOMENT?
OR AM I LIMITED TO THIS TANGENT ON THE CURVE
Emmy: NO IT IS AN EXPONENTIAL CURVE
Bear: SO IF I INTEGRATE IT WOULD BE POSITIVE?
Emmy: THE TRAJECTORY IS POSITIVE AND YES IF YOU INTEGRATE IT IS POSITIVE
Bear: YOU HAD ME AT EXPONENTIAL

(Rainbow Oreo: title is from “Lack of Color” by Death Cab for Cutie)