Laaaazy Indulgence

 

The Squid and the Whale has definitely etched itself into my list of favourites. I love how the need to find blame in both the father and/or mother presents itself clandestinely and subtly through the melodrama. I found this fluctuating as the movie progressed, shifting from father to mother and back, and I eventually realised that the balance rested on Walt. The more significant of the two children (because Frank establishes himself early on as a vulgar and irrational pubescent), Walt served as a pivot between the two parties in the emotional conflict, and my loyalty shifted between two adult protagonists swayed whenever Walt decided one deserved more than the other.

At the end of it all, I found that neither parent deserved the credibility their respective child (Walt on Dad’s side, Frank on Mom’s) granted them, and there were no correct sides to take in this intensely awkward tale of painfully funny dysfunction.

Thank you.

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When it’s too complicated for rational explanation,

Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won’t dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love
to you

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This Blog Belongs to an Asshole

The scope of my opinions has been rather erratic of late. Sleep is variable, tasks of urgent importance are constant, yada yada yada. I still have problems dealing with people. Verbal communication fails me most of the time. I fail at verbal communication. I wonder if Essential Graphics Software and Graphic Design Fundamentals are subjects really worth fussing over. I mean, at the end of the day, what the requirements really are are for corporate-consumer communication. The aesthetics involved are all (I’m sorry, lack of sleep, thus I’m going to reduce this to) profit-driven.

Everything else is secondary. Therefore, the assholes with the cliched designs and nausea-inducing juxtapositions are going to get their As as long as they “communicate the message”, never mind the secondary school creativity. I guess deep down I just owe it to myself to keep my head up and principles in check. Admittedly, I have a lot to learn, but I probably won’t learn much from my lecturers or coursemates.

My poster is due on Friday.. I’ll be breathing better once that’s over with. A brochure for Aljunied GRC follows. Probably start ‘prototyping’ on Friday. For now, sleep beckons.