Matcha green tea.
Vodka.
Toast: may your platelets never stick together.
--E. R. O'Neill
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Novel Entertainments.
A new form of entertainment emerges.
It's a sort of movie, but it happens in a different sort of building.
People lounge there for hours and hours at a time--no one ever asks you to leave--and you can eat as much food as you like during the process.
The movies are normal enough: there are characters, and they have problems and fall in love, and all that stuff.
But the characters are kind of odd. They act strangely. They say "hello" at the end of conversations. They say "I love you" before eating dinner. Some of the little rituals are wrong. The logic of feelings and actions seems upside-down.
People are very taken with this.
The new moviehouses with their infinite quantities of food start out with just a cult following. But slowly they spring up everywhere. More and more people are taken with the delectable food, the charming laziness of long hours spent watching rather inconsequential and odd events unfolding slowly.
People spend hours and hours inside specially-constructed movie theaters watching these strange moving images.
Which is very convenient, because when the aliens who made these movies arrive, it's that much easier to eat the now-fattened audiences.
--E. R. O'Neill
It's a sort of movie, but it happens in a different sort of building.
People lounge there for hours and hours at a time--no one ever asks you to leave--and you can eat as much food as you like during the process.
The movies are normal enough: there are characters, and they have problems and fall in love, and all that stuff.
But the characters are kind of odd. They act strangely. They say "hello" at the end of conversations. They say "I love you" before eating dinner. Some of the little rituals are wrong. The logic of feelings and actions seems upside-down.
People are very taken with this.
The new moviehouses with their infinite quantities of food start out with just a cult following. But slowly they spring up everywhere. More and more people are taken with the delectable food, the charming laziness of long hours spent watching rather inconsequential and odd events unfolding slowly.
People spend hours and hours inside specially-constructed movie theaters watching these strange moving images.
Which is very convenient, because when the aliens who made these movies arrive, it's that much easier to eat the now-fattened audiences.
--E. R. O'Neill
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Survey.
Short survey of my work until now. It will take the form of brief capsule reviews of everything I have done: various bands, short stories, short films, film reviews, music videos, etc. Autobiography as self-excoriation, or vice versa.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
On Being Short.
A book length essay/meditation on being short, a la Koestenbaum, David Shields, Barthes.
Ruminations on the life stages of the short person. The dread, the resignation, the celebration, the shame, the pride.
Brief sketches of the lives of famous short people.
Interviews with short people.
A book for the little ones!
Ruminations on the life stages of the short person. The dread, the resignation, the celebration, the shame, the pride.
Brief sketches of the lives of famous short people.
Interviews with short people.
A book for the little ones!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Zombie Inc.
A 20-something guy desperately needs a job.
He finds one at a new corporation.
But all the other employees are zombies. (Think Being John Malkovich meets Shaun of the Dead.)
All very nice--dressed in corporate attire.
They only groan when the copier doesn't work. Other than that, they're quite articulate.
It's quite easy being the first in line, as everyone shuffles slowly along, no matter what the destination.
Popular in the cafeteria? Human flesh, of course.
Our hero of course is attracted to the slackers. There's even a really pretty zombie he has a crush on.
But he rises too quickly in the corporate ladder, and all the slacker zombies resent him.
There are even not-so-quiet whispers of tokenism--promoting the living above the living-dead, just to show they're 'fair.' (The black zombies are like "same ol' bullshit.")
--E. R. O'Neill
He finds one at a new corporation.
But all the other employees are zombies. (Think Being John Malkovich meets Shaun of the Dead.)
All very nice--dressed in corporate attire.
They only groan when the copier doesn't work. Other than that, they're quite articulate.
It's quite easy being the first in line, as everyone shuffles slowly along, no matter what the destination.
Popular in the cafeteria? Human flesh, of course.
Our hero of course is attracted to the slackers. There's even a really pretty zombie he has a crush on.
But he rises too quickly in the corporate ladder, and all the slacker zombies resent him.
There are even not-so-quiet whispers of tokenism--promoting the living above the living-dead, just to show they're 'fair.' (The black zombies are like "same ol' bullshit.")
--E. R. O'Neill
Doggie Motels.
Dog owners now have high-priced digs for their pets.
Eventually, of course, there will be low cost, even rundown alternatives.
I can't wait for the shitty doggy motel.
By the side of the road.
Rooms smell of pee.
Bedspread's been chewed on.
Near a doggie truck stop and diner.
Little doggie whores wandering around outisde.
Scary dog making dangerous meth-laced kibble in the next room.
--E. R. O'Neill
Eventually, of course, there will be low cost, even rundown alternatives.
I can't wait for the shitty doggy motel.
By the side of the road.
Rooms smell of pee.
Bedspread's been chewed on.
Near a doggie truck stop and diner.
Little doggie whores wandering around outisde.
Scary dog making dangerous meth-laced kibble in the next room.
--E. R. O'Neill
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Living.
When his beloved life partner Bill dies, Jason becomes distraught. He's untethered, spends time building a shrine to Bill in the apartment that they shared.
One day, quite by accident, Jason discovers Bill's secret: he had another lover--Alex.
Jason can't believe it. Was everything he thought about Bill wrong? Was their life together a lie?
After much delay, Jason meets Alex. Alex dismays Jason. Alex doesn't seem to think about Bill, doesn't cherish his memory, rarely thinks of him. How can someone so special to Jason mean so little to Alex? How can Bill have expended affection in this person who cherished him so little?
Slowly, the two grow closer. They spend a night together.
Jason imagines he's found a new Bill.
But Alex moves on--thoughtlessly, carelessly, as if nothing has happened.
And Jason must get on with living.
--E. R. O'Neill
One day, quite by accident, Jason discovers Bill's secret: he had another lover--Alex.
Jason can't believe it. Was everything he thought about Bill wrong? Was their life together a lie?
After much delay, Jason meets Alex. Alex dismays Jason. Alex doesn't seem to think about Bill, doesn't cherish his memory, rarely thinks of him. How can someone so special to Jason mean so little to Alex? How can Bill have expended affection in this person who cherished him so little?
Slowly, the two grow closer. They spend a night together.
Jason imagines he's found a new Bill.
But Alex moves on--thoughtlessly, carelessly, as if nothing has happened.
And Jason must get on with living.
--E. R. O'Neill
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