S & K Talk about Monsters
July 31, 2008

K: Mmmmmmmmmmm, dead mummified monster.

S: kinda looks like he was spit-roasted, no?

K: Seriously, though, what the fuck is that?

S: It r Monstir!

K: It’s pretty crazy when viral marketing is taken to this extreme.

S: if it is a viral marketing scheme, it’s being done without the knowledge of anyone who is thusfar involved.

K: I’m intrigued as hell. Also, around it’s wrist–the last remains of it’s clothes/bracelet. Alien? I think so. That’s probably why it’s preserved so well–It’s been entombed in ice somewhere near the north pole or Nova Scotia where it landed thousands of years ago. Yeah. Global warming defrosted it, set it loose in the ocean.

S: It looks roasted, not iced. That’s not freezer burn.

K: no, it’s some kind of alien spaceship reactor burn, a result of the ship’s combustion chemicals leaking into the ice.

S: Now, Mulder, I think you’re overlooking some reasonable scientific explanations here…

K: Shut up, Dana. Stop dragging the party down.

S: SCULLY! He never calls her Dana!

K: I know. He never told her she was bringing down the party, either, at least not in so many words. I was breaking character.

S: You should stay away from acting as a career.


S & K Have Deep Thoughts
July 28, 2008

From K:

“Why does everybody love to take pictures of themselves so much? Not just celebrities, if you can call this girl that, but everyone. Go to myspace and this is what you’ll see. It’s like chronic ego-masturbation.”

From S:

“It’s a generational thing, I think. These technology-saturated teenagers and shit, who equate success entirely with fame or — potentially more desirably — noteriety. You put these preening, self-centered posey pictures of yourself up on the internet, like you’re a model or a pop star, and accumulate as many people as possible to look at them, and then assume that because a lot of people are looking you’re doing something good, or worthwhile, or worth anything at all.

It’s Willie Loman sydrome; the paradigm shift at mid-century that changed our standards of judgment for success from the accumulation of things and goods (houses, jobs, children, bank account money, etc.) to the accumulation of popularity, of reputation. That’s why Willie is ultimately a tragic character: because all he wants to do is be well-liked, and in his quest to be well-liked he loses everything else he’s ever worked for, needed, or wanted. The great American tragedy. So today it’s kids with camera phones and MySpace pages, desperately seeking fulfillment through the objectification of themselves by their peers, or more commonly creepy older men who have Lolita complexes.

Ego-masturbation is a great term for it.

These kids need fucking jobs.”