“…that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
Welcome to Butterfly Language, a look at the world inside and outside my head!
Well, I’ve just massively slammed my forehead into my kitchen wall as I was turning to feed the cats. Took the cat food out of the pantry, turned to feed them with their dish held in my other hand, ran right into the adjacent wall to the pantry, dish flew out of my hand.
I’m kind of stunned…I don’t think this is bad. But it just makes no sense to me.
All I did was wake up, start the water for the coffee, and went to feed the cats. Certainly, if I have any ill effects from this, I’ll go to the doctor. It just makes no sense to me. I’ve lived in this apartment for ten years. How did I not see that wall?
It feels like I’ve walked into a goddamn metaphor.
There’s this issue of the old 1980s Justice League comic where Batman knocks Guy Gardner out with one punch. Basically, Gardner is a Green Lantern and also an asshole. He’s an asshole, and he challenges Batman to a fight, and Batman knocks him out with one punch.
But it doesn’t end there—Gardner’s personality then radically changes and he becomes extremely nice. An old comic book/cartoon trope, played for laughs and most definitely not taking in any consideration the possibility of an actual life-threatening concussion.
Later on, Gardner gets hit on the head again (I don’t remember how) and he returns to being an asshole.
Comic book logic, my friends…comic book logic.
Luckily, Gardner returned to being an asshole just when Asshole Superheroes were about to be the Next Big Thing. So timing is everything.
I’ve just uploaded another longish video I shot a couple of days ago, mostly talking about my past experience in the comic book industry. I wasn’t going to post it, but now I feel sick so fuck it.
It’s like you try to “play it safe”…and your own goddamn kitchen clobbers you. See if Marianne Williamson teaches you that!
Enjoy the video, if it is of a topic you might have interest in. More conspiracies tomorrow—or merely just watch the MSM!
I’m going to get some ice.