Day … 7? March 20, 2012
So, this is the face I make after staying up the entire night playing Chrono Cross. I don’t have any additional lyrics or anything musically inspired to add here.
I do want to mention that the reason that I see perfection in Chrono Cross is because it leaves no Science Fiction genre uncovered. From dragons and dinosaurs to personal identity and time travel… ALIENS, robots, pirates, demi-humans, clones, dwarves, fairies, and other mythical beatsts… it’s really got it all.
It may be due to lack of sleep, but it really does make some very deep points about the human experience. I think I’ve taken close to 500 screen shots from the game.. many of which are problems with the current mindset of humanity.
Ugh. The game is just… ineffable. Beyond words.
Day 4. March 17, 2012
Ode to Joni Mitchell, WIP
I am a Woman Of Heart And Mind,
All I Want are Chelsea Mornings in Morgantown;
To go People’s Parties on Cotton Avenue.
Talk To Me, Carey, about the Same Situation,
The Last Time I Saw Richard and
How we’re feelin’ Twisted and Blue.
I am your Off Night Backstreet,
But You Turn Me On, I’m A Radio.
Yeah, I got this Case of You
That’s not part of The Arrangement.
Oh, Michael From Mountains,
You really are A Strange Boy.
I am This Flight Tonight
Seeing how In France They Kiss On Main Street
And that Free Man In Paris, Raised On Robbery,
Who’s joining The Jungle Line,
Tryin’ to get to the Blue Motel Room
To hear how Furry Sings The Blues.
I am Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter,
Don’t Interrupt The Sorrow.
Let me go, Just Like This Train.
Let me fly, like a Sweet Bird,
Into the Shadows And Light,
Toward the Tenth World and Dreamland.
I am a Cactus Tree, a Trouble Child.
I’ve seen life from Both Sides Now,
And how You’ve Changed, Amelia.
Help Me, I need a Lesson in Survival.
The Priest just took a Big Yellow Taxi,
Left me alone in this Rainy Night House.
Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me, I’m fine,
I Wish I Were in Love Again,
To feel that Court and Spark,
To see My Old Man, but
I Don’t Know Where I Stand…
But, I Think I Understand.
Life is like The Circle Game.
We’re all just a Little Green,
Tryin’ to see through the Silky Veils Of Ardor,
Lettin’ our hearts go For The Roses and
Writin’ our Songs To A Seagull.
Well, not so bad, so far! I started writing that in my head in the shower this afternoon. This is a few drafts in.. still pretty rough, though. Poetry isn’t really my gig.
I think not being in school is making me crazy, but I feel like I want to write an essay to accompany this poem.
Day 3. March 16, 2012
I will travel across the land,
Searching far and wide.
Each Pokemon to understand
The power that’s inside
(Gotta catch ‘em all)
Pokémon Theme Song
OK, after reading this article on the horrifying implications of the Harry Potter Universe… this got me thinking about other science fiction universes I’ve been brought up with (and thought I would love to live in).
I have a cubone to pick with all that is Pokémon.
This may end up reading like a Cracked article. Because I’m a loser.
My biggest issue is that these kids are expected to start their pokémon adventures at 10 years old. This is insanity. Ten year olds know nothing. Even less than Jon Snow. Being 10 puts you in… 4th or 5th grade. Do you remember what you were like at that age? Well, I do. Because that’s when my life changed and Harry Potter entered my reality. Aside from having awesome taste in books, I was a total dumbass (I hope that’s changed).
I know a lot of 10 year olds and very few are as resourceful as Ash Ketchum. Perhaps it’s because we take these kids for granted and if left to their own devices… they would be able to survive travelling cross country by themselves. I mean, it’s not like there are any major threats that could possibly cross their paths…
Except Team Rocket. Who, if you think about it, are terrorists. They run around stealing people’s pets. They steal, they lie, they cheat… I think I remember an episode or two where they may or may not have blown shit up. And they’re organized. Uniforms, the best technology the Pokémon world has to offer, and an army of the strongest pokémon of each kind. Nothing a 10 year old and a level 2 Charmander couldn’t handle. Right?
Aside from the absurdly early age a child enters adulthood and a terrorist organization ravaging the Pokémon countryside…
This concept of “gotta catch’em all” seems like a superfluous task. Pokémon aren’t stamps. They’re the animals of that world. They have thoughts, feelings, needs, families, personalities and language. Trainers, by some magical force, are only allowed to carry seven pokémon at one time. Shouldn’t that say something?
Even in the old school Gameboy color Yellow Version that I play, when you put a pokémon into the PC, it makes a distinguishable sad sound. Pokémon don’t want to be sent away, forgotten, and replaced by cooler, stronger pokémon. Who then, in turn, will also be sent away, forgotten, and replaced. It’s animal cruelty!
I mean, think about it. When you choose to catch a pokémon, you choose to become its trainer, owner, parent. How many children can someone possibly have before one, or more, becomes neglected? In the game it doesn’t really matter if you really put time into leveling up (training) a pokémon or if you caught it in Cerulean Cave. It will obey you. But, in real life, it serves to argue that Nidoqueen might not give a shit that you want it to use horn attack against Charizard and decides to charge down your ungrateful ass.
Speaking of animal cruelty…
They have pokémon working for them! Can you say slave labor? From Chanseys working in the Pokémon Center, Bulbasaurs, Growlithes and whatnot in the police force, Machokes and the like move stuff, a fire department made up of Squirtles, Lapras as boats, to the electric pokémon as generators, just to name a few. The hell kind of compensation do these pokémon make? Pokémon have proved to be of as high, or higher, intelligence as humans. Would they really be satisfied with just a place to stay and some food?
This is getting quite long, but I dunno, man. I think it’s time to reexamine these universes from our childhoods.
Day 1. March 14, 2012
I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music
Regina Spektor, Fidelity
My life is a soundtrack that only I can hear. Through thick and thin, there is always a song playing in my head that helps me relate to what is happening. I decided it would be a fun to track, or blog, the song that is stuck in my head all day and, perhaps, the story that goes along with it.
Online journaling has been a part of my life since it became a fad in middle school. Lately, I’ve been feeling the itch to post something other than pictures/gifs/quotes that I like and horrible pick-up lines from horrible men. I have long ignored recreational writing and it’s time for me to make a return to it. In a new way.
I came up with an idea for a novel that incorporates words and music, and this while serve as my trial run.
This is the experiment: to post a photo a day with a quote from a song that’s stuck in my head, and, if I feel like indulging, the story why. I will try to comment to doing this every day.
Wish me luck!