At least I'm known for something.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Trying to learn a new language, a new instrument, and studying for a promotion at work. End up shirking responsibility and playing video games 9/10 nights.
Big-ups to all y’all that have a collection of hair dye-stained towels around your house. Know you feel me.
If you write fiction, you may want to watch this video and listen to this song.
It’s the sort of thing that cries out for people to write stories to accompany it…
Ukraine
The most unbelievable part about any zombie movie is that when people first see the zombies they’re all like “Omg! What’s wrong with these people!? What’s happening!? How do we kill them!? Uuuuuhhhhn!!”
Pretty sure anyone who’s experienced the smallest bit of pop culture in the last 40 years would just be like “Oh, zombies. Looks like the time has come. Where’s my fire axe?”
Call it “emo” and people wanna hate. Call it “90’s Seattle Grunge” and they froth at the mouth.
You were supposed to tex’ me today!
I kinda forgot I recorded this. I meant to release it for self-injury awareness day on March 1 but work and stuff got in the way. SIAD is one event I kind of take to heart.
The song is Misery’s ballad from the Ruby Gloom musical episode “Hair(less)”. I always though the chorus was really catchy and uplifting so I put some guitar to it. I re-wrote the verses to #1 make them a little bit longer than they appear in the episode and #2 make them a little less corny. All the rights and stuff presumably belong to Nelvana.
If you are a self-harmer, ask someone for help. Try places like The Butterfly Project or, if you’re in to god and stuff, To Write Love on Her Arms, and most importantly watch lots of Ruby Gloom. It gets better, trust me.
The Fox and the Hound
There’s almost nothing better than taking a night aside and watching old Disney movies. If you’re lucky enough to own a few on VHS, even better. When watching these classics over again as an adult, it’s easy to pick up on things you couldn’t quite see as a kid. Sometimes I’m actually taken aback by the maturity level in these films, like “How do kids watch this? How did I?”. Recently, I re-watched The Fox and the Hound, maybe one of the saddest movies I’ve ever seen, children’s film or not. One thing I realized this time around is that there’s a strong case (in my mind at least) for the interpretation of this film as a metaphor for homophobia or any kind of inter-racial relationship I suppose, but I’ll stick to the gay theory. Copper and Todd were actually lovers, and for whatever reason, be it their religion, their society, or maybe just their time period, this was forbidden. Because they met and fell in love when they were so young, they didn’t share the preconceptions of their peers that their love was anything other than natural.
The scene where it all kind of clicked for me is the one in which a grown up Todd goes to see Copper after they’ve been separated for a time. Copper now lives on a farm with Amos and works as a hunting dog. Todd has been alone in the wilderness. Imagine a literal, “real life” version of this scene: It’s the middle of the night at Copper’s new house in the city. His wife is asleep in the master bedroom upstairs. Todd crosses the white picket fence in the rain, trudges to the bright red front door, and taps on it with the big brass knocker. Copper answers the door to find his old lover looking ratty and distressed.
C: Todd? Oh my god, Todd what are you doing here? You can’t be here right now.
T: Good to see you too Cooper. Why not?
C: Because Todd, I have a normal life now. If anyone saw you here I’d…
T: Normal? What the fuck does “normal” mean Copper? Am I not “normal”?
C: Todd, look; we had some fun back home but… things are different now. We can’t do that anymore.
T: Baby, what’s the matter with you? Why can’t you show these people who you really are? Why can’t you tell them that you love me?
C: It’s not that simple, I…
T: It is. It is that simple Copper. And you’re just too stubborn to see that.
From upstairs we hear Copper’s wife call down to him:
CW: Who is it honey?
C: (to her) Nobody babe. (To Todd) Todd, I’m sorry. Goodbye.
And then he closes the door.
So yeah uh… I guess digest all that next time you watch it.
I like your pseudo-poetic prose. Canada geese? Yeah they’re everywhere anon, no big.
