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Couldn't find proper stuff to write about but then remembered that in them olden days when my essays were regular I would actually just write about whatever hella I wanted including what was for dinner or that symbolic stuff that happened during PE.
So now prepare for a comic non-fiction (that's my genre, apparently) essay on Glue.
I've wanted to watch Glue for about two months now, since they started advertising it. The first advert was just a very good song and some abstract images of horses and farmland and teenagers. Since that first advert I have wanted to see it.
Having contracted a highly contagious virus #NotEbola I have finally had the chance to do so.
I am partway through the second episode currently. Basically, my summary so far is that everyone is Jack.
Everyone is Jack.
Oh yes, there's plot stuff. It starts with a naked boy running through a field and then jumping into a grain silo, and it turns out this is something that all of the friend group does except the rest of them keep their clothes on (first time I've heard "You told me it would be more fun with my clothes off!" in a while, followed by "Aww, mate, you'll be finding grain up your arse for months!" in a... While... Or worryingly maybe not...) and it actually looks awesome fun. Of course they were on drugs at the time but they don't tell that to the police and frankly it would be pretty awesome even without the drugs.
Then someone is dead. Someone else, the one who was naked at the beginning, runs over the body in a tractor.
Oh, yes, they all live on farms. Everyone lives on farms. It's a farming village. And they're all on drugs. The vet isn't a farmer (turns out she's not a vet, either) but she is on drugs. There's an apprentice jockey, too, and before they find the body she's supposed to be lightly training this horse and instead she takes it out on an awesome gallop and the one who turns out to be Eli (initially I confused him with one who was not Eli) gallops after her trying to stop her and that also looked so fun and liberating and probably symbolic. And then they find the body and the boy who found him kills the calf he just helped a cow give birth too and there's clearly something up with him. And the police officer was actually raised a Romani (the dead boy is a Romani (Romani... Gypsie... Traveller... Pikey... We give them many names. They complain about most of them)*) and is kind of emotionally torn about them and their involvement, particularly because she was best friends with Eli who was the dead boy's brother.
And there were Ritz crackers in the cupboard.
It's very good and a lot goes on and there are many drugs involved (this being a separate point to its very-goodness).
Oh, and now the naked-at-the-beginning boy just set fire to the dead boy's caravan.
* i try not to hate on the romanis/gypsies/travellers/pikeys, but it's so hard not to hate on a group of secretive, illegal, violent people living in caravans who steal and hurt horses, dogs and livestocks to sell at fayres, and openly mock any attempts to allow them to keep their culture whilst not being illegal and harmful to everyone else. not sure about the general culture which i am sure is unique and beautiful in its way, but i would appreciate it if there was less attempted theft of pets in the local area, including animal torture and reselling.
But I think the main reason I'm enjoying it and the one thing I keep coming back to is that everyone is Jack.
Just in case you need a recap:
This is Jack in Seeking:
Who in my head kind of looks like this:
Or maybe this:
Which presents something of a problem when I am forced to deal with these:
on a side note HOW MUCH IS THAT FIRST ONE JACK I CAN'T I JUST CAN'T ANY MORE
Not only this, but Jack delights in appearing in exam papers:
But now, you see, it is not just physical likenesses I have to deal with.
Now, I have an eight-part original British drama about a village of Jacks.
Maybe I love Glue because it actually deals with real social, cultural and political issues faced by young British people in secluded country societies whilst providing an intriguing murder mystery and compelling set of storylines.
Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by Jack.
Couldn't find proper stuff to write about but then remembered that in them olden days when my essays were regular I would actually just write about whatever hella I wanted including what was for dinner or that symbolic stuff that happened during PE.
So now prepare for a comic non-fiction (that's my genre, apparently) essay on Glue.
I've wanted to watch Glue for about two months now, since they started advertising it. The first advert was just a very good song and some abstract images of horses and farmland and teenagers. Since that first advert I have wanted to see it.
Having contracted a highly contagious virus #NotEbola I have finally had the chance to do so.
I am partway through the second episode currently. Basically, my summary so far is that everyone is Jack.
Everyone is Jack.
Oh yes, there's plot stuff. It starts with a naked boy running through a field and then jumping into a grain silo, and it turns out this is something that all of the friend group does except the rest of them keep their clothes on (first time I've heard "You told me it would be more fun with my clothes off!" in a while, followed by "Aww, mate, you'll be finding grain up your arse for months!" in a... While... Or worryingly maybe not...) and it actually looks awesome fun. Of course they were on drugs at the time but they don't tell that to the police and frankly it would be pretty awesome even without the drugs.
Then someone is dead. Someone else, the one who was naked at the beginning, runs over the body in a tractor.
Oh, yes, they all live on farms. Everyone lives on farms. It's a farming village. And they're all on drugs. The vet isn't a farmer (turns out she's not a vet, either) but she is on drugs. There's an apprentice jockey, too, and before they find the body she's supposed to be lightly training this horse and instead she takes it out on an awesome gallop and the one who turns out to be Eli (initially I confused him with one who was not Eli) gallops after her trying to stop her and that also looked so fun and liberating and probably symbolic. And then they find the body and the boy who found him kills the calf he just helped a cow give birth too and there's clearly something up with him. And the police officer was actually raised a Romani (the dead boy is a Romani (Romani... Gypsie... Traveller... Pikey... We give them many names. They complain about most of them)*) and is kind of emotionally torn about them and their involvement, particularly because she was best friends with Eli who was the dead boy's brother.
And there were Ritz crackers in the cupboard.
It's very good and a lot goes on and there are many drugs involved (this being a separate point to its very-goodness).
Oh, and now the naked-at-the-beginning boy just set fire to the dead boy's caravan.
* i try not to hate on the romanis/gypsies/travellers/pikeys, but it's so hard not to hate on a group of secretive, illegal, violent people living in caravans who steal and hurt horses, dogs and livestocks to sell at fayres, and openly mock any attempts to allow them to keep their culture whilst not being illegal and harmful to everyone else. not sure about the general culture which i am sure is unique and beautiful in its way, but i would appreciate it if there was less attempted theft of pets in the local area, including animal torture and reselling.
But I think the main reason I'm enjoying it and the one thing I keep coming back to is that everyone is Jack.
Just in case you need a recap:
This is Jack in Seeking:
Who in my head kind of looks like this:
Or maybe this:
Which presents something of a problem when I am forced to deal with these:
on a side note HOW MUCH IS THAT FIRST ONE JACK I CAN'T I JUST CAN'T ANY MORE
Not only this, but Jack delights in appearing in exam papers:
But now, you see, it is not just physical likenesses I have to deal with.
Now, I have an eight-part original British drama about a village of Jacks.
Maybe I love Glue because it actually deals with real social, cultural and political issues faced by young British people in secluded country societies whilst providing an intriguing murder mystery and compelling set of storylines.
Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by Jack.
Flappy Bird
is that still a thing or
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HAH HAH HAH IT'S BEEN SO LONG I JUST--
So I'm going to pretend it's not been like thousands of centuries since I did an essay i don't even do essays any more, they really are journals again and update.
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So in the middle of November Hircine fractured his* wing - we're not exactly sur
Get Licked
damn bobby, you hurtin' my heart over here...
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Ah'm doin' gettin' the Lizard Lick feels over here, guys ;o;
For those who aren't aware of this beautiful thing, Lizard Lick Towing is a documentary series following the redneck reop company in Lizard Lick, a small town in southern Texas.
Southern Texas. Repos. A town called Lizard Lick.
The adverts they have for it on Dave (the channel that defines modern Britain, I feel: Dave) pretty much do sum it up well. Unfortunately I c
I, Unlike Scotland...
... will explain what i mean by that opening statement later when i work out what i meant by it
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Well things have happened o-o
The hawk flies. The hawk is beautiful. The hawk goes into trees and then comes back and the other day the hawk tried to catch a pigeon - or at least, I think the hawk tried to catch a pigeon. The hawk left my glove and started across a field, and usually the hawk only flies to the nearest tree if the hawk fancies a bit of a gander, and then a pigeon
Reminding Myself That I Will Never Learn
In the past few weeks I have written two apologies. Both were to people I have wronged.
Both apologies I tried to give face-to-face, and couldn't. The mere thought filled me with a deep and singing dread. The words stuck in my throat, made sickness, shrivelled and vanished and stammered into something else, a meaningless conversation that invoked little more than a "why are you saying this and why to me".
I struggle to apologise. It's like giving apology would be an admission of guilt, and I can't admit that I was wrong because weakness would result in my murder or something. Then the rest of the time I know I'm wrong inside and hate and ha
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