There can be something exhilarating and freeing about a condemned, Post-Hope existence.
Sure. I utter this from a plateau. From a monument of privilege.
My wife makes good money, I got a dick, can pass for straight, and sport a blanche complexion.
With those caveats in tow, I mean, this rotting obelisk doesn’t seem so intimidating. It may be a survival technique, these gallantly leapt hoops I am gallantly leaping through. But what else would you ask of me?
The seas rise, the Earth heats, the resources dwindle, the population increases. Those in charge predicate power and greed over empathy and charity.
It’s done. It. Capital “I”, if you will. Shot through the heart. To carry on itself seems a tip of the cap to existential absurdism.
What else to do, what else would you have me do? A little mild resistance during the day. But the heart weakens, the mind fatigues, respite is earned and welcome.
So I fuck, and I smoke a little weed. I laugh with friends, go out to dinner with my wife. Enjoy movies, condemn liberal sophistic think pieces and conservative hate screeds alike. Play some video games, walk my dog. Marvel at the night sky and feel peace in the recognition that We Don’t Matter, We Never Mattered, And It will be fine when we’re gone. It. Capital “I”, if you will.
Every once in a while, I contemplate carrying on my lineage, am reminded that if anyone is getting off this melting marble it certainly won’t be an ancestor of my class and caste. I pass off that condemnation for another week, month, year, maybe forever. Can you imagine that? Willfully procreating at the end of civilization? Sometimes I can. Sometimes I can’t.
I have no words of encouragement other than we’re all down in the bottom decks of this wonderful, wicked, pointless sinking ship together. So fuck it, and fuck it together.
Let’s spend some time chatting. There’s nothing really else to do.
Here’s a new clip promoting Logan. It features Logan living a grim, forgotten life as a chauffeur for the drunk and douchey. It’s a bleak, matte existence for the former berserker, and sets the tone for the upcoming movie.
Logan. Logan is tired in Logan.
The latest Logan Red Band trailer cements two things, as if there was any doubt. That this is a different, “real” take on Wolverine. And that X-23 is a star in the (hopeful) making. I’m down with both.
Don’t think it’s particularly revelatory to compare what we’ve seen of Logan so far to The Road. But, hey, fuck it. Sometimes the easiest comparison is the one you want to make.
Apparently, Ryan Reynolds is going to be starring in a scene of Logan as Deadpool. Apparently.
Behold! Logan carries X-23 through the fire and flames in a new movie still from the upcoming film.
Oh dip! I completely forgot that Y: The Last Man is getting a TV adaptation! But it is! And now the show has added the writer of Logan as its showrunner. All of a sudden I’m even more interested in Logan being a good movie.
Pretty much everyone has guessed that Dafne Keen is playing X-23 in Logan. But! Now the Powers that Be have confirmed it.