The idea that when something growling outside the cave has everybody shaking inside, it's the guy's job to get a pointed stick and go outside, knees knocking, heart pounding.
This is not compatible with modern life. Especially if the person scrounging around outside is a meth-addled woman, and I happen to go out in uppercut her.
Would I get a tattoo, no? Do I like them on others? Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
I have never thought that they were particularly creative, if anything I always felt quite the opposite.
That feeling was confirmed when I was invited to a tattoo expo with a friend, there were perhaps 70 exhibitors, and all of them had the exact same or highly derivative trendy designs, and I think two of the exhibitors had unique art. That really said a lot to me.
When the API fiasco went down, I backed away from all the communities I created over a decade ago and just walked away from modding.
Now I go to not participating.
I hate Reddit, and I have fun memories at the same time. I was like the 50th sign up, I even emailed spez his own source code because he had his web server badly configured to report verbose errors.
Sometimes I wonder if it's the modern, absurd extension of the stage makeup concept, taken to the extreme.
My ex-wife was a professional dancer, and her stage makeup made her look absolutely insane in person. But under stage lighting, it looked amazing.
Sometimes I wonder if cosmetic surgery was initially incorporated as something that would bring more popularity or work to an actor, because it would make them look more striking under the absurd, unreal lighting conditions of tv and film.
And that this has gotten completely carried away. Especially now, since nearly all cinema is greenscreen with scenery digitally added later. Which brings a tremendous amount of lighting incongruity, so we end up needing block-like, exaggerated, un-contoured faces, slathered in 42 layers of stage makeup, to look "proper" under these conditions.
I don't know if this is totally out to lunch or not.
Okay so I actually crushed an apple before I posted this which is what inspired the post. I just wanted to inspire casual conversation, ridiculous goal setting, and joking around.
I was inspired by an American pro wrestler in the Midwest or Mid-South(?), I remember seeing him on TV when I was a kid in the late '70s and early '80s. His big gimmick to show his toughness was to crush an apple.
I crushed an Ambrosia apple that was slightly overripe. I do not believe, based on my strength in that endeavor, that I would be able to crush a ripe apple.
You like literally have to buy 10 of them Just so you can roll one up after cooking for a friend and when they say what the fuck are you doing you say deadpan "what aren't these disposable?" as you open the oven drawer to reveal 10 new pans with labels.
I think that's such a clever idea, and it's kind-spirited.
I have always wanted to know how to box. Not because I want to hit somebody, but something about all of the footwork, core and the fundamentals that are strongly developed seems compelling to me.
Dip your bare feet in a bowl of garlicy water and you'll taste it