Schizoid Man
Feb. 1st, 2015 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kingtycoonI am fucking faded. I wonder how long I can keep this up? I will try for all the episodes but... I'm pretty drunk already. you wanna come over and help me through? Come over.
This dude gets gassed in his house and sees the dumb buildings of his neighborhood swirl around. I've been teargassed a bunch of times because I am from America and the city - and teargassing makes you tear up and feel bad about being outside. I wonder what gasses they use on #6.
It's the psychic cards from ghostbusters!
This broad is not to be trusted - because of how she is a lady in The Village. Also she wants to take your picture - she's now obviosly sinister no matter how adorable. Play a game with her #6, make yourself at home. Just play along and be amused? I guess he's over getting away or obtaining dominance. Maybe this is his mature phase? Where he agrees and plays along with all the villagers.
Meantime the new #2 is.... What? The private school disciplinarian? Again there's a useless #2 and he's messing around with light switches? Man... Fuck this guy, I hope #6 socks him in th emouth. This guy is insufferable just from the start. I hope the actor's father beat him, I hope that the actor came from an abusive home- that is how much contempt I have for his portrayal of a character in this show.
Meanwhile - they are giving #6 shocks to change his chirality (I'll never be so drunk that I don't know smart-guy words) and they dyed his hair and gave him a cop moustache? He will be confued about his identity! He will think he is #12 now! Or... Probably he won't. I prophesy that he will be resilient against their attempts at manipulation and make them feel like failures.
Earlier there was a black guy in the episode. It's remarkable so there's my remark. A black guy.
Be right handed as fuck #6 don't let them fuck with you, also punch this #2 Right. Now.
Alright, I can tell this episode is trying too hard and is setting some tone that means little to me on this viewing. I can tell you that I am in a weird & not great state today and here's the story there because it's...
So My move is that I have a small crowd of ladies that are gracious enough to sleep with me and I do have an amount of periodic fucking and that I had it in my mind that I'd be up to having a sequential array of ladies come by over the weekend so that I could have an amount of sex that would cause you, another person who is not me feel some amount of shame about yourself and your rapidly ageing corpus and its failure to engage in proper amounts of vivaciousness. Not that attaining the envy of others is my move - but that it is the secret benchmark of my actual wishes...
So the one black guy is a magic n-word from Haiti. Meantime camera tricks for the #6/#12 mixup. Not great! I have to tell you McGoohan.
But yeah - I had a variety of action lined up because you should and instead it was too cold. Now, instead of lazy, fleshy makeouts in the fading midafternoon light wiht a variety of nubiles I have to listen to a dude with a surname for a name shovel the walk while I watch a show aobut a mean balloon. Not that I don't like this show, understnad, just that - the fullest expression of existence is to comment upon it through the pantomime of procreation carried out for selfish gratification in place of its actual purpose. You see, that there is a distinct and lovely scent that is left upon one's comforter by the presence of a lady - a pure experience that propogates through tie via scents and memories and the multifarious infusions that a person inflicts upon a place. That there is the sensual surrender to scent and touch and sweat on a cold day in a wamr bed, that there is a long afternoon of complacent carress, a heated bundle, a center of clement eroticism bounded by brazen light and cruel winter that can be had between people, shy of surrender and frightful of solitude. Such an organization of limbs and lips and flesh is possilbe, and yet, the cruel winter conspires - and so, i drink in demeaning solutide & watch antiquated TV under the influence of drink. This is today.
Anyhow - do you think McGoohan wanted to shoot an episode where he plays his own doulbe becasue he could get paid twice? I feel like a knowledge of actors' unions & their rules would powerfully inform one's understanding & expectations of the shows that they watch. Anyhow! Which #6 is #6! It's tricky! An private school #2 is pretty tweaked about it! you'd best report to him first thing!
But who is who and whom is whom? That's right - you are experiencing the dative case! And yet... I really do feel that this episode is based on giving the main actor a double role and playing camera tricks - for the purpose of paying the actor double, or for not paying another actor. Whatever - I am dubiout about this episode - No Matter that #6 just got out a magnifying glass to do some detecting. Well, flashback to his conditioning - I wonder if the acceptance of these ideas were prevalant back when. I once trained myself to write my signature with both hands - because I knew that the samurai trained to write with their left hands - their right hands being meant for killing, the left then for art - I learned about that and trained myself - but here you've got #6 being made left handed by some pavlovian shocks - I wonder if audiences of the time thought themselves so fragile that they could go, at any time, and become agents of the enemy.
I wonder if it's so but that'd be peculiar anyhow - Certainly worth thinking on, but at the very least worth saying: The Cold War - what a time huh?
What kind of person would even ask the comb-over-dwarf for a backrub? If you want a comb-over-dwarf to rub your back you need to take a long look at yourself!
Oh crap he's playing against himself now, camera trickery & acting vituousity... I say BAH. Honestly, I really like this show, I hope that this is the weakest episode because it's pretty weak - I'm unimpressed by it. I don't care about this episode except that it demonstrates the psychological endurance of #6 - which isn't shabby, but which also kind of leaves the episode kind of irrelevant. I don't know - would you call it overwrought? Maybe that's it.
This dude gets gassed in his house and sees the dumb buildings of his neighborhood swirl around. I've been teargassed a bunch of times because I am from America and the city - and teargassing makes you tear up and feel bad about being outside. I wonder what gasses they use on #6.
It's the psychic cards from ghostbusters!
This broad is not to be trusted - because of how she is a lady in The Village. Also she wants to take your picture - she's now obviosly sinister no matter how adorable. Play a game with her #6, make yourself at home. Just play along and be amused? I guess he's over getting away or obtaining dominance. Maybe this is his mature phase? Where he agrees and plays along with all the villagers.
Meantime the new #2 is.... What? The private school disciplinarian? Again there's a useless #2 and he's messing around with light switches? Man... Fuck this guy, I hope #6 socks him in th emouth. This guy is insufferable just from the start. I hope the actor's father beat him, I hope that the actor came from an abusive home- that is how much contempt I have for his portrayal of a character in this show.
Meanwhile - they are giving #6 shocks to change his chirality (I'll never be so drunk that I don't know smart-guy words) and they dyed his hair and gave him a cop moustache? He will be confued about his identity! He will think he is #12 now! Or... Probably he won't. I prophesy that he will be resilient against their attempts at manipulation and make them feel like failures.
Earlier there was a black guy in the episode. It's remarkable so there's my remark. A black guy.
Be right handed as fuck #6 don't let them fuck with you, also punch this #2 Right. Now.
Alright, I can tell this episode is trying too hard and is setting some tone that means little to me on this viewing. I can tell you that I am in a weird & not great state today and here's the story there because it's...
So My move is that I have a small crowd of ladies that are gracious enough to sleep with me and I do have an amount of periodic fucking and that I had it in my mind that I'd be up to having a sequential array of ladies come by over the weekend so that I could have an amount of sex that would cause you, another person who is not me feel some amount of shame about yourself and your rapidly ageing corpus and its failure to engage in proper amounts of vivaciousness. Not that attaining the envy of others is my move - but that it is the secret benchmark of my actual wishes...
So the one black guy is a magic n-word from Haiti. Meantime camera tricks for the #6/#12 mixup. Not great! I have to tell you McGoohan.
But yeah - I had a variety of action lined up because you should and instead it was too cold. Now, instead of lazy, fleshy makeouts in the fading midafternoon light wiht a variety of nubiles I have to listen to a dude with a surname for a name shovel the walk while I watch a show aobut a mean balloon. Not that I don't like this show, understnad, just that - the fullest expression of existence is to comment upon it through the pantomime of procreation carried out for selfish gratification in place of its actual purpose. You see, that there is a distinct and lovely scent that is left upon one's comforter by the presence of a lady - a pure experience that propogates through tie via scents and memories and the multifarious infusions that a person inflicts upon a place. That there is the sensual surrender to scent and touch and sweat on a cold day in a wamr bed, that there is a long afternoon of complacent carress, a heated bundle, a center of clement eroticism bounded by brazen light and cruel winter that can be had between people, shy of surrender and frightful of solitude. Such an organization of limbs and lips and flesh is possilbe, and yet, the cruel winter conspires - and so, i drink in demeaning solutide & watch antiquated TV under the influence of drink. This is today.
Anyhow - do you think McGoohan wanted to shoot an episode where he plays his own doulbe becasue he could get paid twice? I feel like a knowledge of actors' unions & their rules would powerfully inform one's understanding & expectations of the shows that they watch. Anyhow! Which #6 is #6! It's tricky! An private school #2 is pretty tweaked about it! you'd best report to him first thing!
But who is who and whom is whom? That's right - you are experiencing the dative case! And yet... I really do feel that this episode is based on giving the main actor a double role and playing camera tricks - for the purpose of paying the actor double, or for not paying another actor. Whatever - I am dubiout about this episode - No Matter that #6 just got out a magnifying glass to do some detecting. Well, flashback to his conditioning - I wonder if the acceptance of these ideas were prevalant back when. I once trained myself to write my signature with both hands - because I knew that the samurai trained to write with their left hands - their right hands being meant for killing, the left then for art - I learned about that and trained myself - but here you've got #6 being made left handed by some pavlovian shocks - I wonder if audiences of the time thought themselves so fragile that they could go, at any time, and become agents of the enemy.
I wonder if it's so but that'd be peculiar anyhow - Certainly worth thinking on, but at the very least worth saying: The Cold War - what a time huh?
What kind of person would even ask the comb-over-dwarf for a backrub? If you want a comb-over-dwarf to rub your back you need to take a long look at yourself!
Oh crap he's playing against himself now, camera trickery & acting vituousity... I say BAH. Honestly, I really like this show, I hope that this is the weakest episode because it's pretty weak - I'm unimpressed by it. I don't care about this episode except that it demonstrates the psychological endurance of #6 - which isn't shabby, but which also kind of leaves the episode kind of irrelevant. I don't know - would you call it overwrought? Maybe that's it.
