oh geez and also the blipsters
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I prance around the internets like I have laser eyes; here are the things I've picked up along the way. Archives. Random. More.
did not mean to attend a swarthmore party #bootyshorrtsandall
Where are all the fun, boyish bands with non-threatening masculine energy of today?
i agree with most everything about this.
I’m not going to argue here that video games or comics contain more positive depictions of women than do movies, because that would be crazy. Rather: they could. Movies are old enough and big enough now that their artistic expectations have become indistinguishable from their technical features; somehow, the need to have a male protagonist is as unavoidable as keeping a film under two hours, or lining the sound up with the visuals. Games and comics are still relatively new, and relatively small, and still doing a lot of internal thinking about how they can and could work. As those get figured out, they’ll inevitably get wedded to aesthetic features, and harden into conventions that become self-reinforcing as audience expectation determines what will and won’t be rewarding. Scott Pilgrim represents one particular argument about how comics could work, and it’s an argument I like. But mostly, I like that it’s having this argument. That’s not really present in Scott Pilgrim the movie, and while I understand how that happens, and while I did enjoy it, I’m not entirely happy about it.
Calling attention to a surreal life-fragment is not quite like force-loaning a DVD or gushing about a restaurant. In either case we shepherd opinion, flagging an object that shouldn’t get lost in the shuffle. Yet the Internet’s entropy overshadows the proliferation of art, insists that ever more sublime accidents go unnoticed in its hyperchurned muck. When we link to Anne Sellor’s IMDb page, we fight for its ascendance to the planes of conversation and preservation. It’s no big deal if your buddy isn’t into the mixtape you love (it will survive as private bliss), but Anne Sellors’ career must be acknowledged as shattering fact; she must be saved from—and by—her anti-legacy; people must confirm that real life is realer than they guessed. And they must draw wisdom from it all.
the internet hates your cherished childhood memories
‘Empire’ was the tree on fire. The first movie was like a comic book, a fantasy, but ‘Empire’ felt darker and more compelling. It’s the one, for me, where everything went right. And it was my goodbye to a big part of my life.
