I can't really dance a lick. My body is like a foreign object when I try to move rhythmically. Every once in a while I can pull off a couple seconds but that's it. It really sucks because I think I love to dance, but the execution is all fucked. It takes some really good drugs for me to dance, haha. And that's just because I don't care. Anyway, my dancing inhibition means I look on a lot from the sidelines. Or looked. Sometimes Cora would dance to whatever music we were listening to while drinking and I'd watch her sexy figure being controlled by Clapton or The Dead or whatever. I joined her once at her pleading behest but she realized it was a rather sad spectacle not far in! Girls always love to dance. Maybe they're more in tune with their bodies. But me, fuck that, my body is a hindrance and just a vessel that carries around my brain and executes its commands.
I'm watching How to Talk to Girls at Parties, a movie based on a SHORT Neil Gaiman story. It's not that great. It takes the original story and extrapolates all these themes from it not in the original at all. It like, cranks it up to 11. I do like that it's based in 70s punk, but even that was just a kind of background setting and not a focal point in any way in the original story. Here it's very in-your-face and overblown. It takes it to a weird blatant sci-fi place and just loses a lot of the feeling of the story. Not all of it, but a lot. It's not quite Young Adult movie stuff but it brustles (rustles?) up against that edge man. Maybe the original story did too though so I shouldn't hold that against it.
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One of the thing the film posits is that existence is preferable to non-existence. I'm not so sure that's true, even on a species-wide scale. I mean I think things that exist are slightly biased to being alive! I have been feeling especially nihilistic as of late. And not really in a depressive sort of way, but just a matter-of-fact way. But I know there are still morals because we all have to be alive together and we're programmed since monkeyhood to look after our own group. When there is no You, you don't feel pain or loss or anything. You also don't feel love or happiness, but I would argue the former outweighs the latter. Zen Buddhists live their entire life trying to be "nothing" (or one with the universe, Tao, abolishing their ego, which makes them in effect "nothing") so they can be enlightened, live in the Now, and thus try to not feel pain. I'm not saying Taoists are nihilists but there is a correlation. They both agree that there is no point, and to live is to suffer. And I don't claim to understand either philosophy fully, heh.
Anyway.
Posted this picture to /r/Antinatalism It was in the new Fahrenheit 451 movie (RAY BRADBURY!). This one isn't quite as disappointing as How to Talk to Girls at Parties, but it's still forgettable. :-( Even with Michael Shannon, one of my favorite actors, as a lead. Again, the book loses something in translation, especially this time since they're trying to put (force?) it into a modern setting. Burning books doesn't work so well as a metaphor for killing information when the internet exists. They kinda address that but not really.
Wow, apparently I'm a fucking movie critic now. Jeez. That's just what happens when you read the book before watching the movie! You let everyone else know just how much better the book was. Well, hopefully I got it off my chest here, in my own personal journal, and it doesn't spread beyond that.
My mom got me this shirt for xmas and I've been wearing it a lot:
I love my mother. If there's such a thing as love, I feel it for my mom! i'd love to type more but fingers are not finding the keys so it's time to end it)f