Notes On A 1997 Emo Reunion

Business casual stage attire

Casual Friday rules though (jeans are ok)

In lieu of flyers all over the wall, there is a plasma screen with flyer slideshow

the most ironic kid there is wearing hammer pants

this is a séance

conjuring ghosts of high school unrequited love

big generic t-shirts and wal-mart looking jeans

haunting

*high fives (text sent to those standing next to you)

we act like we are the stars of our own film budgeting for a costume department when young

we get older and grow content with stock character or extra

or we think we’re over it or the stock character is our look and that’s smart and/or ironic

crowd surfing going from another way to inflict pain to a fad relying on teamwork and posi vibes

an archive of aim away messages unearthed from the heart crevasse of your brain

you remember that picture collage your girlfriend made for you that had a line from that song

can’t get out of your head

no more music as opiART or nARTcotic to take you away from the stutter of your brain

overhearing convos about mortgages and divorce

Thought Bublés

re: How married couples act towards one another when a spectator gets thrown in the mix. Do they realize how silly the other one is when they are alone together? Maybe it gets heightened when hearing/viewing things from the perceived perspective of the “audience.” Do they act like this when they’re alone? Are they dicks/dummies when alone? Probably. Because like DFW said in that TV essay, watching so much TV has changed how we act i.e it has made us act like there is an invisible audience at all times, even when alone. Something about voyeurism. There is probably something to say too about reality TV and how those people act towards each other. Why everything is so heightened; why they are so bad to each other. There are at least two or three perceived perceptions of audience when living reality TV, I would imagine. Something about this quote as I paraphrase, “I just want to find someone that doesn’t embarrass me.”

re: Thinking about these things/trying to say something in a way that has never been said: what’s the point? All of this would add up to be about 4 or 5 sentences long. Where’s the payoff on the self-actualized revelatory? People reading it would just go, “hmmm. Yeah. I guess so.” Why does it seem like I’m always trying to stumble upon my ticket out? Whatever that means. Riches? Fames? Lauds?

The shortcomings of human memory fuel the desire to create beauty. We’re all making art out of the limitations inherent in our own memory.

It’s like playing telephone or gossip. Sometimes the first thing is so good that it only needs to be remembered word for word. Other times it gets better as it goes down the line and is ingested and spit out. The more fucked up it gets. Choose who you play with wisely. And trust yourself when it comes to choosing the right link in the evolutionary chain.

When we people-watch, we’re looking for sex, or beauty, at least.

Thought Bublé: Vacation Edition

.gifs as tags technology? Are we there yet? Do you realize that some day, some day real soon, LOL will not be enough for you? LOL will not be enough!? You get that, right?

His and Hers towel poems. Every Hers word would need to start with an ‘S.’ Is this stupid? Maybe? “His Regrets.” “Hers Orrows.” Get your MS Paint on.

Making fart/queef noises during Gabby Douglas’ beam routine is most effectively funny during the slo-mo replay while you’re close enough to feel your 6 year old daughter’s giggle-shudders. Otherwise, it’s a hack Beavis and Butthead segment.

I want to say W.T Fields now whenever I’m like, “Hey. What the F, man?” Probably while driving. (**Note: I used this for a couple of days before realizing/remembering it’s W.C Fields)

M’lady works her shoulder when she dances. She’s like Michael Flatley but of the shoulder where it looks like it is independent of the rest of her body. The move has an eighties flare to it too but I can’t pinpoint it, it’s just inherent in its aura.

She transitioned the move from dance to joke-telling the other night. Like, somehow it emphasized the punch line. I took this and ran with it a bit. Telling everyone that she was working on a ventriloquist act where the dummy was her shoulder. I called him M. Night Shoulderan for the rest of the night and would interject a couple of Twist Ending style ventriloquist jokes every now and again that were only funny to me.

I feel like this deserved to be its own thing.

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