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Oh, sweet simple girl. The Gerry Francis gag was just that, a gag for thems as understand it. If I compared this movie, or you, to pretty well anything involving books, history, or indeed anything apart from the contents of the medicine chest and your own cavernous self-involvement, it would probably defeat you. Short of inventing a means of finger-painting in ASCII, I'm going to suffer in any quest for common ground.
Gerry Francis was the manager of spurs some years ago. In interviews, he bobbed his head and looked constantly to one side of the camera, as if he were reading a script taped to a nearby wall. Hence the funny.
And this is, I fear, where your attempts to be discordian are always goign to fall down - you take yourself unbelievably seriously. I mean, incredibly. You are unable to cope with the idea that anybody out there might, ultimately, not see you as just as very gifted (with the grade-school certificates to prove it), very talented and very, very, important. Pranksters, discordians, "chaotes" - these function by engaging with the world and confronting it with new perspectives on things it had always taken for granted, not by desperately trying to get the world to listen while they talk about themselves. When the text version of this got slated, you rushed in with lengthy shadow-play about how great it was to be criticised, taking care to mention that everyone you had shown it to had told you that it was incredible and ground-breaking, and that these people were IN THEIR MID-TWENTIES, DAMMIT. It was kind of endearing.
Meanwhile, in the year since this was debuted, your artistic development has been....to buy a video camera. Great that you took that criticism to heart, then. If that's jumping onto a star, one can only assume that it is a very slow-moving star with a Radio Shack.
There. That wasn't any fun at all, was it? Not to write, not to read. It was precisely as petty and pointless as your inexplicable attempts to pick a fight. Which is why I very strongly suggest that they are abandoned. Your understandings of my motivations are unlikely to be very close to the mark, and mine no doubt likewise. A little respect for different ways of living and thinking is a wonderful thing. |
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