maybe variety's not the spice of life after all
It is so hot it's hard to sit here and blog. Not that I've been doing much blogworthy -- also the fault of the fucking heat -- so there's that. It's "only" 88 today so far, though my room is consistently two degrees less than outside, so it's 86 in here and miserable. Sleep almost didn't come, and by the time it did it was so heavy I almost couldn't get up.
One thing I keep telling myself I want to note is the Flickr Fetishist phenomenon which has recently picked up again. Occasionally a certain photo of mine will be found (say, Angie's armpit or Jeff's beard or Tara Walker in a petticoat) and favorited by someone or some people with an obvious agenda in their favorites list. The newest instance of this is a stranger's butt crack, which in the past three days has been added to favorite lists five times. Five for five of those lists, as you can see, are virtually nothing but the same plummer's-butt photos and bikini-clad asses.
So yes, clearly a bit on the porn-fetish side, but it's not limited to porn. I've seen dudes who only favorite photos of Lego men, ladies who not only just favorite flowers, but the same kind of flower photo, over and over, again and again. And then let's not leave out the porn side of the phenomenon: any single porn site, I realized when discussing this with Kelly, tends to offer twelve different girls (or guys) basically doing the exact same thing as each other. Either posing in the fields naked among thistles, or getting kinky with the big-dicked "teacher" in the mysteriously empty and undecorated "classroom," or the hitchhiker with the boob job getting picked up by the guys with the camera and the van. Come on, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed: there's precious little variety in any one porn site's offerings.
I put these things all together and start to wonder, does everybody just have their own special, single Ideal Image up there in their head, and this is like, some kind of Trigger Icon, some kind of totem we're each seeking out? Is it possible each person has One Picture rooted in their subconscious that they're chasing? (And what's mine?)
It's a strange idea that sticks with me, and evidence keeps popping up to support it. Are we all chasing one mental image (each), like it's some trump card in what stimulates us, some perfect key to unlock our brains? It's intriguing, is all. I'm not going anywhere with this just... yet.
This post, and my thoughts, and even my (internet, mostly wikipedian) research on the subject would probably be a lot more indepth and conclusive if I wasn't melting in my clothes. I'm going to go shower and dispose of some four-year old sulphuric acid now.
One thing I keep telling myself I want to note is the Flickr Fetishist phenomenon which has recently picked up again. Occasionally a certain photo of mine will be found (say, Angie's armpit or Jeff's beard or Tara Walker in a petticoat) and favorited by someone or some people with an obvious agenda in their favorites list. The newest instance of this is a stranger's butt crack, which in the past three days has been added to favorite lists five times. Five for five of those lists, as you can see, are virtually nothing but the same plummer's-butt photos and bikini-clad asses.
So yes, clearly a bit on the porn-fetish side, but it's not limited to porn. I've seen dudes who only favorite photos of Lego men, ladies who not only just favorite flowers, but the same kind of flower photo, over and over, again and again. And then let's not leave out the porn side of the phenomenon: any single porn site, I realized when discussing this with Kelly, tends to offer twelve different girls (or guys) basically doing the exact same thing as each other. Either posing in the fields naked among thistles, or getting kinky with the big-dicked "teacher" in the mysteriously empty and undecorated "classroom," or the hitchhiker with the boob job getting picked up by the guys with the camera and the van. Come on, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed: there's precious little variety in any one porn site's offerings.
I put these things all together and start to wonder, does everybody just have their own special, single Ideal Image up there in their head, and this is like, some kind of Trigger Icon, some kind of totem we're each seeking out? Is it possible each person has One Picture rooted in their subconscious that they're chasing? (And what's mine?)
It's a strange idea that sticks with me, and evidence keeps popping up to support it. Are we all chasing one mental image (each), like it's some trump card in what stimulates us, some perfect key to unlock our brains? It's intriguing, is all. I'm not going anywhere with this just... yet.
This post, and my thoughts, and even my (internet, mostly wikipedian) research on the subject would probably be a lot more indepth and conclusive if I wasn't melting in my clothes. I'm going to go shower and dispose of some four-year old sulphuric acid now.