Ahh, the "Featured Profile". You've seen it right there on your homepage. It usually blinks with the orange arrogance of a Free Ringtones GIF... Always baffling. The one I was treated to today was truly UN-FUCKING-REAL.
It seems mathematically implausible that a number of people could spend so much time and effort on a project and have it be 100% artless, and have not a toothpick of elegance. Shouldn't it at least have an accidental scrap of beauty in it? Seriously. I mean, I've seen dog shit left un-scooped on the roadside that at least had a pleasant sheen, or maybe a marbled amber patina. But this hot pile of waste is just ugly.
It's like a little boy's birthday party was left in a time vacuum. All the party guests aged in accordance to the natural law. Yet no other stimuli was provided, and the little boys became feral. Every meal was cake and ice cream. Every interaction was a frenzied game of "Duck, Duck, Goose". The frail boys who were forced to attend the "ever-party" by their well meaning mothers were ostracized with epic brutality. The popular boys fatted their meaningless self-importance on the flesh of the kid who just wanted to make origami swans. It was a daily bloodbath. Halo high scores were revered, and had actual meaning. And never. Not once. Not ever did a thought go beyond the needs of the fleshy now. Luxury was a god. Pure hedonism with clip-on-ties. "it's your day, Boo-boo" said the unseen, universal mommy. A vision of Hell.
Then the party... Ended. The doors, long since covered eight inches thick with "Pin The Tail On The Donkey" posters, were pried open. Outside, a driveway full of really old moms beeped their horns. "Let's go, Sweet-'ums!"
The guests, now in the real wold wondered "What do we do now?"
Their collective response was to make
THISIf it wasn't so insidiously ugly, it would have a chance at being funny. I mean, Neil Strauss, who looks like the adult Joey on the new Degrassi, maybe needs a fuzzy hat and guy-liner or something. He needs more "Mystery" in his life. It's sad that I can't properly laugh at this. But come on, it's like laughing at a joke about Elvis. It's exhausting in its tedium. There is nothing that connects me to this train wreck.
My greatest regret? I don't have enough pee in my bladder to properly soak Dave Navarro and Nikki Sixx.
I love you,
Doc