Red State, Moths, Fashion

After watching Kevin Smith’s latest film, Red State, I couldn’t help but feel like the film needed to be made five years ago. It turns out that Kevin Smith had completed writing the film around the same time he had completed Zack and Miri Make a Porno, but no-one wanted to touch Red State.

A film about two friends making a porno, sure, we’ll put money behind that!
A film that questions the core values of Republican America? Ehhh…

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the rationale of Hollywood.

The film itself? Well worth watching. The reason why I said it should have been made five years ago is because it would have been released while the Bush administration was still in power. Right-wing America cops a serve, yet no African Americans are present in the film until the last scene, which takes place in a jail… soracistrightnow ..I guess, though, if you view the film as a commentary on the problem of right-wing fundamentalism, one could argue that the problem is white America!

I feel that the film brings into question our sense of conviction. Our feelings of entitlement and ownership of our beliefs, which influences our raison d’etre.

Look at me, getting all fancy with the French! (+10 to Nat!) Back to bein’ a slack-jawed yokel. 

Anyhow, without saying too much about the film itself – watch it and see what you think. Then let me know what you think!

Some other night last week, I was about to use the toilet – I hear that this is a thing that people do sometimes – but as I was unzipping my trousers, a moth flew out. Great. Now the universe is sending me not-so-subtle hints. Thanks a bunch, universe. That’ll be the last time I think that stars are amazing. Just sayin’.

There were two instances in which I had to catch public transport in Melbourne this week and I somehow survived. I jest. It gave me time to scribble down random thoughts that I can now share with you lovely readers.

It also gave me time to read most of Demetri Martin’s book – This Is A Book – which is a really easy, good read. I was stuck in that ‘trying-not-to-laugh-at-funny-book-in-public-spaces’ conundrum that I described last week. I figure, though, that being on public transport, a guy laughing to himself isn’t going to stand out as crazy. I was actually disappointed that I didn’t get to encounter ANY level of crazy while I was taking the train to and from work.

I noticed that the train line I’m on, travelling towards the city, is almost like a gradually rising scale of places I cannot afford to live in.

Some more notes made on public transport this week…
– Flagstaff is the middle child of the city loop. Awkward. Lonely. Beige.
– Heidelberg – also available in German flavour!
– Rosanna can be transposed to make ‘A son ran’
– Macleod or ‘Cod Male’?
– I wrote many more of those, but none of them were really that great.
– except for ‘Tao as Win’ and ‘Go, hunger bores!’ you can figure out what stations they are, I can’t be expected to do everything.
– Insofar as my inability to express myself accurately, I give pause and think about what troubles I would face if I was stuck in the middle of a giant wheel of brie, kind of like it was large enough for me serves drinks off of it if I was so inclined. Eating myself out is a possible solution – how wrong does that sound? – but I’m also not a cheese connoisseur. How much brie can one consume before dying? A test I’m not willing to partake in. Ever.
– I’m not sure if I’ve witnessed anything sadder on a tram than a guy on his own eating leftover popcorn after a movie.
– I’m glad that I can understand my handwriting. I have no doubt many others curse my cursive.
– And I invented a word and/or social theory to explain fashion, which is…

Prepopopopper (pre’po’po’popper)

This consists of a variety of words that can be used to determine factors about individual’s appearance to various extents.
Preening + position + poverty + population + personality = Prepopopopper
Each factor has high/low variants, which could lead towards further classifications within the word. Perhaps a likert scale could be adapted to determine what level of Prepopopopper you’re dealing with.

I’m not even sure if hipsters would register on this scale, because they lack per, dress like they’re poverty-stricken, want to be seen and noticed by pop, hold no real position within society and preen by not preening.

I could write an entire entry on that word alone, but I won’t bore you anymore than I already have by doing so. Go on, call me judgmental. I just call it as I see it.

After a particularly trying day at work, I decided to head back to Polly for a drink or two to take the edge off (first step towards alcoholism? Only time will tell… D-R-A-M-A!) and I managed to convince someone else to partake in the consumption of these random words (Welcome, new reader! Or readers, should someone else new have stumbled across this, you’re also welcome – treat yourself to a Jatz cracker!).

More to come later in the week!