Commando (1985) | Arnold Schwarzenegger
Commando (1985) | Arnold Schwarzenegger
Now that Lucy is number one at the box office.
Never have I wanted anything so much in my life. If I ever actually had a kid I would name him/her COFFIN OF DOOM
A Critical Analysis of “Thrill My Gorilla” by Alice Cooper
Few artists truly transcend the medium in which they work in order to elevate both our consciousness and the art itself to untold levels of emotional connection and social relevance. For Alice Cooper this quality came as naturally as breathing. And, every now and then, the afore-mentioned transcendant artist draws inspiration down from the heavens and graces we simplistic ordinary mortals with a tapestry of musical inspiration that sends the very burning spheres of heaven through our central nervous systems, leaving us exposed as mere empty shells of flesh unworthy to inhabit the earthy realm which we have been so generously gifted. ”Thrill My Gorilla” is such a song.
The opening lyric, “Sukie honey, we’re gonna turn back the clock to a time when we danced to volcanic rock” immediately challenges the listener and his/her conventional view of human history. Can one really dance to volcanic rock? What tribal customs can we truly say we understand from the days of the dawn of man? Perhaps only Alice knows, as he invites us to follow him on this time-travelling journey of the senses.
The haunting chorus of this masterpiece calls upon the listener to answer two chilling questions: “Where were you when the monkey hit the fan? Thrill my gorilla. Where were you when monkey turned to man? Thrill my gorilla.”
I trust that one can never truly know what happens when the “monkey hit the fan,” as the layers of metaphor interwoven with gripping subtext here surely elude me. And even in 2014, there are those that still engage in the debate about when indeed, the monkey turned to man. Thrill my gorilla? You’re damned straight.
The imagery of the song cuts straight to our very core, with phrases such as “We lay on our skins, original sins” and “Ah, ah, ah, ah” reaching into our souls and toying with our primal inner memories.
Truly no more can be said about such a song that needs to be felt on a spiritual level rather than merely described with pedestrian words such as mine. I invite you to listen to—nay, experience—"Thrill My Gorilla" by Alice Cooper.
But only if your soul is prepared.
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You want to feel like those who have wronged you will one day “learn their lesson” and have some moment of remorse or regret over what they did to you. You want to imagine that person being struck by a stunning realization of how they have wronged you and instantly feel terrible about it or suffer in some way for it, and perhaps come crawling back to you begging your forgiveness.
The truth is, that doesn’t happen much. Most people will just keep going with their lives, never once looking back at the consequences. Even if you confront them, they will either flat out deny what they did, or simply write it off as a flaw in your perception of the situation—either that you misunderstood things, or that you are overreacting, over-sensitive, or that your pain/anger/etc is really about some other issue you have, not of their concern. It’s too easy to write off someone else’s feelings as invalid or unenlightened, too easy to dismiss people as not having an evolved enough view of reality as you have, to truly feel like you are in the wrong.
You have to realize that a person is on their own journey and whether or not they come to grips with whatever crime you feel they have perpetrated against you is completely out of your hands and out of your jurisdiction. Sometimes people are going to get away scot free and never give a second thought to what they did. Meanwhile you stay behind and carry that anger and suffering with you, and try to mentally will the other person to have the epiphany that you want them to have, or perhaps you even go so far as to concoct some kind of scheme to achieve that. But in the end you are only serving to magnify your own pain and suffering, because you are putting so much of your focus on it and making it the center of your existence.
We all want validation. All emotions—especially anger—demand validation, demand aknowledgement, demand that there be some kind of satisfactory payoff to their presence. If you are angry you seek the payoff of retribution. If you are in love you seek the payoff of being loved back. If you feel hurt, you seek the payoff of atonement from your perceived perpetrator.
Emotions are like tempermental children always wanting that instant gratification, throwing that tantrum when they don’t get that ice cream cone they wanted. It is not always right to give your emotions that ice cream cone just to make the tantrum stop. Your brain at some point has to take control away from your emotions and say “No. We are going to do what is healthy. We are going to do what is wise.”
Every time an emotion of any kind flares up in your brain, it is that child demanding its ice cream cone. Every emotion demands a different kind of ice cream cone. Sometimes the ice cream cone being called for—wanting to be loved back—is rather harmless. Other times the ice cream cone being demanded—someone else’s head on a platter—can be quite dangerous depending on how much you let that child in your brain have its way.
At some point if you want to be healthy and happy, you have to endure the short term discomfort caused by not allowing that emotion to pursue its figurative ice cream cone, and instead doing the healthy thing and move forward, whatever that may entail.
Sometimes the internet just seems like a series of amusing pictures with people commenting “OMG THIS IS THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER SO FULL OF WIN ALL THE FEELS OMG CANNOT HANDLE I WANT THIS” underneath them.
I don’t know why but “pine cone” sounds like an offensive racial slur of
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT DAMN DIRTY PINE CONE COMING IN HERE THE OTHER DAY TELLING ME MY BUSINESS?!