Mork was trying to tell me what we can and can't do strips about, and the long and the short of it is that he's wrong. It called to mind the Council of Elrond, where Boromir is just like, "We should obviously use this harmful and wicked thing in the prosecution of our duties." Don't think too hard about everything else that happens in that scene! Or in the rest of that book, or the next one, or the next one, or any of the cartoons and movies. My argument is gonna look super bad if you do look at any of that stuff. Anyway, what I told him is that - in a manner of speaking - his own situation and that powerful series both involve rings of one kind or another. He did not find this funny.
Anyway, so that's one way to be old - that you arrive at a season where you need highly-trained priests to interact with a reset button you can't reach. Another way to be old is to be the adult driving four teens to the Tolo dance. Just on the other side of the mountains, in the same state, we would have called this a "Sadie Hawkins" dance. Maybe that's what it's called where you're from, too.
There is a genre of Tweet where a person puts words in their children's mouths - either because they've manufactured a psychological environment that reliably produces their own psychological clones, or - as is actually the case - they're liars. I genuinely don't know what to think of this night, though.
They needed a photographer before we left, but instead of giving me a phone they handed me a Nikon D3000 - a camera older than they are. Seizing the stereo via Bluetooth, the mix they crafted to generate en route hype is mostly songs from the late nineties and early two thousands. It's still in my Spotify history; the playlist refers to itself as a CD.
It seems like the simplest, most robust case here is that it's simply a form of paleofetishism, a hunger for retro delights. Even the "new" music I listened to at their age was heavily influenced by seventies rock, the tracks of the hip-hop I listened to was literally borne of other previous records. But it wasn't literally the old music. They're funny and smart, they're extracting whatever psychological nutrients they need; I'm probably worried about nothing. It might just be an aesthetic. If it's simply that the last twenty years or so feel staid to them, falsified, contrived and controlled, well I guess I can't blame them too much. But that blame definitely accrues to somebody.
(CW)TB out.
