Dead Language

Idiocracy, only Luke Wilson wakes up in a world of people wearing comfy clothes with pockets, hanging out in book nooks, playing with fidget spinners. He is the lone neurotypical in a world of neurodivergent and only he has the wisdom that 2 and 7 are both numbers.

I don't presume that my depression is the same as anybody else's. Everybody's suffering is unique and beautiful in its own way.

This weekend, a very drunk friend expressed concern about my emotional state and attempted to dig deep into it, which resulted in me lowering my mask a bit and giving him honest answers, which he found upsetting and unacceptable, insisting that I need to accept his sudden interest in helping right away. All this does for me is confirm the same thesis I prove every first session with a new therapist: that my mask is working because people think I'm far less hopeless than I am because of the consistent effort I put into presenting as anything but.

And I know his intentions were good, but honestly addressing the problem only makes it louder and more painful, like a canker sore that grows more irritated as you tongue it when the best thing you can do is just ignore it until it quiets down and you can go about your life again.

So I've spent the rest of the weekend intensely aware of this hopeless bleak despair when, if he hadn't inquired so fervently, I could have just been watching movies and playing video games.

Thanks a lot.

The Princess Bride's treatment of story structure, narrative, tone, and archetypes dictate its production design. The closest film I can think that does the same is the Wachowskis’ Speed Racer. Had that film the same oral history framing device, would more people accept it as a work of genius?

The plural of Rayman is Raymans.

As in: "Have you played multiple games in the Rayman franchise?" "Yes, I have played several Raymans."

The plural of Raymond is Raymend.

As in: "Did you watch that Everybody Loves Raymond marathon over the weekend?" "Yes, I watched so many Everybody Loves Raymend."

I asked Adobe Firefly to render a hi-fi stereo system in a y2k aesthetic, with photo, iridescent, and glassmorphism as style settings and these initial results generated quote the dose of serotonin

I was scrolling too fast and thought this said “autistic pop” but on closer inspection I’m not sure I was wrong.

Something to consider…

Both times Cyclops has been killed in the X-Men comics, it was immediately followed by a notably lackluster time in the franchise history, then he was resurrected outside of the main book, followed by a singular storyline of him being emotionally distant and more militant in his battle to protect mutantkind, immediately followed by an iconic rebrand of the X-line by a marquee writer.

He died in Alan Davis’s The Twelve, followed by probably the least popular Chris Claremont X-men run ever, came back in The Search For Cyclops mini, was a militant dick partnered with Wolverine in Scott Lobdell’s Eve of Destruction arc, which was followed one month later by Grant Morrison’s New X-Men.

He died in Charles Soule’s Death of X, followed by the dreadful X-Men Gold and Blue runs that included that included anti-semitic imagery, came back in Cable and an Uncanny Annual, was a militant dick partnered with Wolverine in Matthew Rosenberg’s This is Forever arc, which was followed one month later by Jonathan Hickman’s House of X.