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No, Mom & Dad, This Isn't About You
March 21, 2006
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I promise it isn't about you guys. C'mon. Just in case you read this (which I know you don't because I say words like "fuck" and "shit" waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much here, but that's ok) you should know this isn't about you, parents-of-mine. But yeah.
And just so people know: Celia does love her parents. And they love her. But I've met many parents in my life who - while they love their kids - tend to push too much for what they want to happen and not what their child does... oftentimes because they cannot stop seeing them as anything but "their child" and not a responsible adult. It happens. People work through it. And I know it can't be easy for parents. But man, I've seen what it does to the kids. It's never pretty. And sometimes people just have... I don't know... skewed perspectives. Neither side has to be demonized. But yeah.
And overall, sometimes when you're just so wound up and frustrated... Grand Theft Auto III (and those of its ilk) can do the trick. Not "murder simulators" - as that frothing retardasaurus rex Jack Thompson would have you believe - but "stress relief so I DON'T murder people" instead. I've done it, Blue has done it, and above all (and with far better reason, and also far more evocative, and the best illustrator of the point of games working out a near-lethal anger, pain, and frustration) OGHC has done it. I cannot TELL you how many times I've run to video games as stress relief, that when frustration got the better of me in college I would load up Diablo II and slaughter demons... or Fallout 2 and head to the graveyard by Metzger's place and just use the scoped hunting rifle to POK, POK, POK wipe out all the slavers... or pop in Ratchet & Clank: Goin' Commando and just blow up ridiculous amounts of shit. Just one of the many features of games in my life: keeping me sane. Or at least sane enough.
Anyhow! Got some links for ya! Even an early LINKSTRAVAGANZA!
* Oh my GOD - who wants to see the trailer for the one and only SNAKES ON A PLANE, MUTHAFUCKA! Samuel L. Jackson totally smacks a snake on a staircase! UNSTOPPABLE!
* OH SNAP! Make your own adorable anime wings! Damn, that is something I'ma need to do someplace that is NOT my apartment, as the cats would go fucking insane with all those feathers. But DANG that's pretty.
* And finally - an actually quite well-written evaluation of the role of machines and man in the Matrix movies, and holy CRAP it makes SENSE. Now if only the actual films were written as well...
Well, that's it for me for tonight. You peeps take it easy, and I'll see yo bitch asses on Friday. In the meantime, proceed to Keep it Real. Like you do.
Making It Up As She Goes Along,
Annie "Blue" C
all that we've made and all we've collected
- Jonathan M. Harlow & Andrew (of Songs To Wear Pants To)
"Plinth" [Song #0284]
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