Instagram?!
I RSVP-ed to the future and it stinks, because we deserve it, and TMI
¿What you heard?
I have a friend who works in a children’s bookstore next to a bathroom.
Yet, my work often reeks even more than the gestank of kid pee crusting outside the bowl.
AI events smell like middle school locker rooms, noxious clouds of BO — bullshit odor.
Mouths shut up. Anuses do all the talking.
Ever heard a butthole speak? It smells like farts.
A manure-mouth chats at me. He wants to keep in touch.
I want to barf, but instead, I say, “my Instagram is —”
“Instagram?! I’m not trying to date you,” he exclaims, hardy har-ing at his out-of-touch joke.
I try to hold my nose with no hands as he pulls up my LinkedIn on his iPhone and lectures me about the difference between a connect and a follow.
What you doin’?!
Artists At Work loves using fancy phraseologies, and I love un-fancifying them.
They call me and their other three artists here the Los Angeles cohort. I call us the LA crew.
They called this week’s three-day, in-person coming-together of national cohorts a convening. I called it a fieldtrip.
However, I’m starting to understand that the purpose of this big-wordery may be more noble than I had imagined.
My instinct was to associate it with the sort of rock-pissing pretending that sheep in wolves’ clothing like Mr. Manure-Mouth engage in, appropriating power through a savage practice of marking territory.
Now though, I realize that the purpose behind the sparkly words and shacking us up in single rooms at the fanciest inn in North Adams is to teach us that, although because we are artists, we are worthy — worthy of the sushi lunch and the private concert and the two extra pillows in the closet, worthy of being called a convening.
What you seen??
SCOOBY-DOO! MYSTERY INCORPORATED (2010-2013) always explains the science behind the supernatural in a long, dull, farfetched footnote…
It can be argued that this exposition dump ending is integral to the Scooby-Doo format.
However, the unmasking scene in the pilot of Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! (1969-1970), the show that begat the Scooby-verse, is easier to swallow than any in Mystery Incorporated because…
It’s split between multiple narrators
It layers the reveal (there is a whole second unmasking)
It injects humor (“It’s Scooby-Doo with a shoe!”)
It includes one last monster (the knight behind the desk)
Also, it’s 18 percent shorter.
Yet, I am less inspired by this and more inspired to leave lore and lengthy explanations behind completely since listening to Episode 709 of Scriptnotes yesterday, where screenwriter Pamela Ribon says…