Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I've been called psychotic more times that I care to recount. Do you really think, madam, that this bit of besmirching will hinder me from my goal?

I've not got a lot of time, but I can promise that this week, there shall be a story. I'm feeling all tingly and creative and I think the only way to truly resolve that is to unleash the madness stored in my brain upon the world. How very fortunate for you, right? Right.

You know what I really want to do? I'm not sure if anyone who reads this blog also reads that other blog about thoughts (you know I'm the deep thoughts, he's the misconstrued ones) but every Thursday recently, Jerm's been telling an ongoing story about Elbert. The story manages to lure you into a trap of sentimentality and sympathy before it snaps the harsh reality of life upon the unsuspectingly sappy. In a few words, I'm loving it. (A lot more than McDonald's, I might add) I have long stated that sentimentality is just a ploy to make things that would otherwise be viewed as creepy or even (gasp) insane appear to be perfectly normal, or even (double gasp) cute. This is particularly true in literature and movies. Don't get me wrong, in real life, there are times when there is a need for some sympathy and compassion, but when its, "Aww, look at the old man, he's putting dog food out on his back porch for a dog he doesn't have to keep a promise to a dead son," I don't see the need. Sure that seems sweet, but to me, that screams insanity.

Of course, we're talking about Jerm here, and to be honest, I forsee a relatively soft ending where Elbert dies before he can accomplish his goal of infamy (you really should've been following this on his site you know). And if you're like me, which I hope for your sakes that you're not, you'll be disappointed, because a soft ending would just be a pillow-cushioned drop back to sentimentality, and then what's been accomplished? Not much. The reader feels at ease and goes on believing that insanity that is thinly veiled behind "emotional" destitution is okay. Bah, I say! Harrumph, I add! And what is more, you can look forward to the story of Elbert as is told by the slightly. . .different mind of Javann. Hmmm. . .that sounds a bit sinister. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

8 comments:

Itzjerm said...

interesting...

Hmm will it be... or will all be torn back and forth again? Yes, much to ponder, much to wonder, much to think... but what are the true state of affairs for Elbert? He's off to kill the president.. what will this lead to?

I think he needs to take that coat off and chill... hahaha

Jonathan said...

I predict a surprise ending involving aliens and neo-nazis. I mean just read between the lines starting from part three and that's pretty much the only way it can end.

Yeah sentimentality can be stupid. I don’t have much room to talk crap about it though since by nature I'm quite sentimental, which at the same time means it's something you just are as opposed to it being a "ploy". That word makes it sound like sentimentality is some kind of crude marketing tactic.

Itzjerm said...

well if you can sell sentimentality well.. .youll be rich... go on ebay and see how much old toys sell for

Javann said...

Indeed. I'm going to put my Teddy Rupxkin up for bid, and I guarantee you, I'll get several hundred dollars for it, all in the name of sentimentality.

Anonymous said...

javann, i'm sentimental so therefore, you just called me creepy, insane, and cute... all in one sentence!

~kathryn

and..i don't condone elbert's actions. actually, i think he needs the truth ;)

Jonathan said...

Pfft. I'm not that sentimental. If my beloved childhood memories could make me rich I'd go ahead and e bay it up.

Itzjerm said...

yeah i'm sentimental too...

I have boxes full of memories... but hey I dreamed up Elbert... right so I guess I"m stran...

anyways.

Still have my gobots, and my trains, and my baseball cards, and ... at my grandmothers funeral someone said we were the most sentimental in the family.

Javann said...

Sentimentality has its place, don't get me wrong. I just tend to believe that sentimentality is really just a step away from crazy. All you need is a little shove. Just a little. Like if I broke all of your gobots in one fell swoop (accidentally of course). Lets say you became enraged and attacked me. See. . .right there. . .that's crazy.