Rant
Perhaps this is it. Perhaps this is the moment when I continue writing on my blog.
There are still so many things floating around in my head, all dying to get out somehow and I have a feeling that letting them out would actually do me good.
1.
I have an idea for a Twitter site. The idea is that it would focus on the more or less forbidden thoughts that flow through your mind at least once a day. Thoughts such as what would happen if sang along loudly to a song about killing people while I was in the subway?
2.
The masterpiece of this blog -- the modest horror guide "It's Only a Movie..." -- is in need of an epilogue on French contemporary horror. Films such as Frontier(s), Inside and of course the amazing Martyrs are shocking the world in a way your average American torture porn movie fails to do. Most likely because the French films tend to add a background story or characters to relate to. And characters who are not simply good or bad. Also the fact that the effects are amazing and horribly gory tend to help. Watch Martyrs. It might very well haunt you for days.
3.
The wedding is over. Or is it? They've spent a hell of lot of time preparing for it, receiving gifts and partying before the actual wedding itself. Perhaps they need a couple of days now when they travel the counrtyside to receive the praise of the people who stayed at home instead of rushing to the capital in the manner expected by the railway companies.
Either way, the manner in which this whole carefully directed moment of happiness has been covered by journalists must at least have had a few of them stopping to think if they have all of a sudden stopped being reporters and their new job title says "royal media whore." As someone who has a hard time not questioning the whole institution of marriage and at the same time is completely opposed to the idea of people getting their jobs simply because their parents have at least once fucked without any use of contraceptives the level of non-critical ass kissing, ass licking and anything else ass related must have left at least some journalists feeling quite dirty. And hopefully, some more will wake up feeling like cheap whores today.
Yes, I am aware of my harsh words, but I feel they are justified and the approach from the media regarding this wedding does not in any way deserve to be sugar coated.
4.
A new character has emerged in my life and i'm not entirely sure I like him. I thoroughly enjoy Wolverine Blues since he is the character not only nedded for letting off steam, but also because he is the creative side of me. At least when it comes to writing. He has shown me at the age of thirty-something that I do have the ability to write fiction, an ability I told myself I did not have when I was in my teens. After several attempts to start novels I simply gave up, never making it beyond the first chapter. Now, when writing short stories, I never have that problem.
Otis Driftwood is a different charcter alltogether. There doesn't seem to be anything good about him and he is slowly getting darker and darker. The main reason while he popped up is becasue I needed a Facebook alias and considering my views on Facebook, perhaps it is not to strange that my Facebook alias shares the name with the serial killer, serial rapist, self-proclaimed misunderstood artist and nihilistically intellectual from Rob Zombie's masterpieces House of a 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects.
Taking on the name of character that already exists has so far led to an outlet regarding Facebook, but noting creative has come out of the process and I am not particularly proud of what he has accomplished so far. The reason for getting on Facebook was a friend who wanted to talk to me about a trip to his wedding at the end of the summer holiday. But I have a feeling that was simply an excuse to try out Facebook. So far, I am not impressed. I have spoken just as much as I have before with my friends. The only difference is that now I am asked to like comments and a piece of fucking software is suggesting me friends.
But anyway, I feel that Otis Driftwood might not be the representation I want for myself. We'll see what happens. Wolverine Blues would be perfect, but I was not allowed that name by the piece of fucking software that has taken the right to suggest which people I might want to be firends with. In all, it feels very much like personality control. Choose this name and choose these friends. Be a happy online version of yourself. Or start a mindless hate group.
There are still so many things floating around in my head, all dying to get out somehow and I have a feeling that letting them out would actually do me good.
1.
I have an idea for a Twitter site. The idea is that it would focus on the more or less forbidden thoughts that flow through your mind at least once a day. Thoughts such as what would happen if sang along loudly to a song about killing people while I was in the subway?
2.
The masterpiece of this blog -- the modest horror guide "It's Only a Movie..." -- is in need of an epilogue on French contemporary horror. Films such as Frontier(s), Inside and of course the amazing Martyrs are shocking the world in a way your average American torture porn movie fails to do. Most likely because the French films tend to add a background story or characters to relate to. And characters who are not simply good or bad. Also the fact that the effects are amazing and horribly gory tend to help. Watch Martyrs. It might very well haunt you for days.
3.
The wedding is over. Or is it? They've spent a hell of lot of time preparing for it, receiving gifts and partying before the actual wedding itself. Perhaps they need a couple of days now when they travel the counrtyside to receive the praise of the people who stayed at home instead of rushing to the capital in the manner expected by the railway companies.
Either way, the manner in which this whole carefully directed moment of happiness has been covered by journalists must at least have had a few of them stopping to think if they have all of a sudden stopped being reporters and their new job title says "royal media whore." As someone who has a hard time not questioning the whole institution of marriage and at the same time is completely opposed to the idea of people getting their jobs simply because their parents have at least once fucked without any use of contraceptives the level of non-critical ass kissing, ass licking and anything else ass related must have left at least some journalists feeling quite dirty. And hopefully, some more will wake up feeling like cheap whores today.
Yes, I am aware of my harsh words, but I feel they are justified and the approach from the media regarding this wedding does not in any way deserve to be sugar coated.
4.
A new character has emerged in my life and i'm not entirely sure I like him. I thoroughly enjoy Wolverine Blues since he is the character not only nedded for letting off steam, but also because he is the creative side of me. At least when it comes to writing. He has shown me at the age of thirty-something that I do have the ability to write fiction, an ability I told myself I did not have when I was in my teens. After several attempts to start novels I simply gave up, never making it beyond the first chapter. Now, when writing short stories, I never have that problem.
Otis Driftwood is a different charcter alltogether. There doesn't seem to be anything good about him and he is slowly getting darker and darker. The main reason while he popped up is becasue I needed a Facebook alias and considering my views on Facebook, perhaps it is not to strange that my Facebook alias shares the name with the serial killer, serial rapist, self-proclaimed misunderstood artist and nihilistically intellectual from Rob Zombie's masterpieces House of a 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects.
Taking on the name of character that already exists has so far led to an outlet regarding Facebook, but noting creative has come out of the process and I am not particularly proud of what he has accomplished so far. The reason for getting on Facebook was a friend who wanted to talk to me about a trip to his wedding at the end of the summer holiday. But I have a feeling that was simply an excuse to try out Facebook. So far, I am not impressed. I have spoken just as much as I have before with my friends. The only difference is that now I am asked to like comments and a piece of fucking software is suggesting me friends.
But anyway, I feel that Otis Driftwood might not be the representation I want for myself. We'll see what happens. Wolverine Blues would be perfect, but I was not allowed that name by the piece of fucking software that has taken the right to suggest which people I might want to be firends with. In all, it feels very much like personality control. Choose this name and choose these friends. Be a happy online version of yourself. Or start a mindless hate group.
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