I see my higher power, my god, as a storyteller, a writer.
Heaven is the end of a character arc, masturbation, and my film dreams aren't Lynchian
¿What you heard?
Just went to IHOP with a French woman. She ordered crepes and French toast. (stereo)Typical.
But then, she started spittin’ profundities, like some real deep sea depth type stuff.
The water pressure of all that wisdom tiding on top of me kept building up until, eventually, I had to stop her.
“Wait. I gotta write that down.”
Here’s what she said that I etched into my Notes app:
“I see my higher power, my god, as a storyteller, a writer.”
When I closed the app, we spoke about how the will of whatever higher power — if you believe in that sort of thing — probably comes from their understanding of all of our character arcs and their desire to push us further along the path of our internal journeys, or as ChatGPT has so beautifully rephrased for me, “a god might guide us based on character development rather than commandments.”
What you doin’?!
I’ve been goin’ a lil too hard in the paint updating my website. I never meant to take it this far, but when I’m not going back and forth with the robot trying to get the correct CSS or HTML or JavaScript, I’m actually having kind of a good time.
Not sure that this is what I’m supposed to be doing — whatever that means — but I’ve been using my website as a digital archive of Alex, a museum of me, and (eventually) of all of my work.
This has been the intention behind alexandermcnab.com since I bought the domain during the pandemic, but now, I have leveled up with probably one of the most masturbatory things I’ve ever done — a reel (see above), a retrospective of the beginnings of my creative career.
What you seen??
MULHOLLAND DRIVE (2001) seals the coffin on any possibility I had of becoming a film bro because can you even be a film bro and not like David Lynch’s number one movie?
The problem with this film is that it’s not a film. It’s more like a riddle, some complexity that you’ve gotta sit around with your brow scrunched up, rubbing your forehead trying to solve.
A film, on the other hand, is an emotional experience.
I want to see a movie, not a movie and then a long video essay explaining the ending, as many folks on Letterboxd had to do.
Anyways, in the half-hearted spirit of challenging my assumptions, I ran my complaints past a real film bro to see what he had to say…
