No commercials?!
Ever since I saw Juno, I’ve been meaning to write here, but a busy schedule of not writing and drinking far too much booze kept me from doing so. I had wanted to share the glowing feeling of hope (remember that?) that the movie imparted on me through jokes and music. I laughed a fair amount, teared up once because I’m a strong, manly man and was pleasantly surprised that a lot of the goofy ass acoustic songs in the sountrack were by one Kimya Dawson, who I had recently discovered in the TOTALLY AWESOME publication Found issue #5.
If you don’t do anything else with the rest of your life, you’ll be sad. So you should definitely get an issue of Found, or start finding things to send in. You will not be disappointed. You will be the opposite - electrified with voyeuristic, anonymous satisfaction. Yes, it’s that good.
However, in the weeks since I saw Juno, I’ve lost that teenagey feeling of bigger things being ahead because, really, what could possibly be bigger in my life than what I’ve already got? Huh? Answer me that! Nuthin’!
I’m reminded of a moment in the movie when Juno and her step-mom are having it out about Juno being a semi-ignorant youth, not realizing what other people sacrifice for the people they care about. The step-mom says she hasn’t gotten dogs because Juno is allergic to dog saliva (naturally). However, once Juno’s out of the house, here come the dogs, rest assured. Juno responds with a scathing “Dream big!”, that I think we’re supposed to laugh at - we being the audience. I think there was a group laugh, in fact. But I was struck by how naive an attitude it is to think that it’s pathetic for someone to want something commonplace, and to sacrifice that want for the good of another. A want is a want, and a sacrifice is a sacrifice. Don’t scorn a person for being considerate. You don’t have to idolize the person either, but scorn is just… funny in a child and sad in an adult.
Anyway, I’m going to try to be a bit more creative again, and write here, as a result of the film. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I can use more saccharine blissful ignorance in my life. So can you!!!!!
On a completely unrelated note, watching late night TV with Annie has yielded the program/channel Firebrand. They only play commercials. Cool commercials. You know, from cool brands that want to sell you cool shit, so you can be cool and get laid by other cool folks, and look down on dweeby generic poor fucks. Anyway, it’s Pavlovian. Personally, I’ve been trained to expect a commercial whenever something dramatic happens on a TV show. Whenever something dramatic happens, I prepare to tune out the hum-drum plastic wrap ads. But on Firebrand there are no/only commercials, so the drama never breaks really, and I’m in this weird anticipatory state. It’s a pretty ingenious marketing idea. The whole point of TV programming is to get you to watch commercials. Now I’m actually watching the commercials on purpose! What a world.
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