140: The Plauge of Locusts Anniversary, Locusts in a Jersey, Bringing the Grasshopper View to the Locusts, Greg’s Good Old Gaming, Shark-Shark Locusts, Neo-Retro Gamers, 7 Billion Locusts, Being the Best Locust You Can Be, Locusts Anonymous, Russ Sells IMDB, Coaching as Methodone, Living in the Moment, Performative Body Departure, Storey is Dennis Quaid, Sending Messages Back in Time, Lost in Lost, and the Spinny Thing in Your Brain that Controls Everything.
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Storey Lights Bags, Shatters Records and Blows the Minds of Local Television Broadcasters; The Horrific Face of Traditional Christmas Lights; Greg is Appropriately Called Out by Storey on Promotion and Blames the Police; Storey Seeks a Sponsorship; Russ Has Himself a Merry Little Saturnalia; Je Suis…Charlie? The Interview? Something?; Speech Has Consequences; and Dogma’s a Highway, Brought to You by Reed Candle Company.
By which, I mean, remember yourself. By which, I mean, remember that your sense of individuality is merely an illusion. You are a manifestation of everything, that is. Or, as a famous fictional Martian once said, “Thou Art God.”
Perfect Girl Exposed! (No, It’s Not What You Think), Shrooms Exposed! (No, That’s Not What You Think Either), Russ Wins at 12th Dimensional Chess, Jackie Hates Perfect Girl, How Long Does It Take to Write the Perfect Text, Always Carry the One When Calculating the Rapture, When Atheists Attack, and Storey Exposed! (No, It’s…Well, Maybe It Is What You Think).
I don’t know how I missed it in its original go-round, and am a little bit irritated at my digital arts media fare for not calling attention to it sooner, but Synecdoche, New York, may be the finest film I’ve ever seen. This piece is almost completely indescribable. It is an Escher-ian meta story that swallows its own tail. The glut of surrealism contained within can cause temporary psychosis, though – so fair warning. Anyway, have a monologue:
Ever think to yourself, boy, I really hated the execution of Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void, but loved the concept. Could you maybe find a Native American version based on an ancient Sanskrit epic without the gratuitous sex and violence? Yes, says the internets, I believe we have that.
Let’s make the assumption that you are God, for a moment. Discuss…