So much for that monster depression. It is positively spring here and just about my favourite time of year. You can dress for it and jackets are viable, as are the most special and limited of t-shirts. Just sayin’. It must go one of two ways and that remains yet to be seen. My wardrobe is full and nothing can be put away.
The Gallery Of Everything, next door to my weird little shop, was closed for a little while. This was problematic, primarily because someone has been inside my heart mind and taken parts of it and made it real in the physical world and now it is open. I…it’s…tactile pixel art worlds dreamed into reality from junk? Via an acid wash? Then painted? ‘Studies In Verberation’ features the work of reclusive French sculptor, ACM, which may or may not be an acronym for Actual Credible Messiah. The NYT called it ‘mouldering’ and I think that might be correct, in the best possible sense. I am obsessed and thoroughly up in their craw.
It turns out we are indeed getting a new Pokemon game this year and y’all can read up on it like a thirsty thing. That new trio look a touch on the bland side. That being said, if there’s a flaming, demonic evolution of that rabbit, I’m choosing him regardless of his little round plaster face.
There are multiple threads available for perusal on the Tvvitterz concerning Tetris 99 and peoples’ mas or meemaws. It’s pretty apparent that we have sleeper agents out there who have been placing blocks at stupid speed, Level Fuck You for the past thirty-five years. Despite absolutely being close enough to Hades to have seen and occasionally blown into those cartridges, I never really got stuck in a good way. Jigsaws and singular solutions were and always have remained anathema. I suspect that entertainment being what it is today, I am not alone in this very distracted boat. I was wrong. We were all so, so wrong. At any given point in time, there are slightly fewer than one hundred solutions available to the aspiring war criminal and now it is too late and all our cupboards are bare. They have been training for this moment, waiting even; and you will know them by the trail of dead.
I avoided watching ‘The Umbrella Academy’ for the usual reasons which may be reasons similar in nature to those that have thus far barred me from ‘Sapiens’. People like it. A great deal. Ellen Page is compelling in her everyday must watchable way, the screenplay is graphic and well aware of the fact and it won’t be for everyone. Rumour also has it that some people think drugs are a super powered presentation conduit. That being said, power isn’t always an answer but always a question. I tried pinning discussion of this thing down to a number of words but they’re talking about PTSD and I’ve been skipping back and forth with what can only, at best be described as missives for the past two hours. ‘The Umbrella Academy’ is a very impressive piece of...thought. It is about radicalisation and the time bomb that attempts to contain “the other”. It has big ideas and it has a lot of them and I am spiralling.
Perhaps it is a discussion about nurture of a similar nature still leading to very different people. Yes, it is a possibility that the world is supposed to end, that love can lead to naught and that despite our best efforts, we may not be the villains we tried to be. But age is a word and time is just something we pass, irrespective of other people.
There is a kid out there somewhere up for a best young old man actor nomination.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to Dazed for the thumbnail image.]