Snicker-snack. Occam’s vorpal razor.
I’m not sure what to do for entertainment tonight. I don’t much feel like losing again to a Persona 5 boss that I have been having issues with. I’m not sure if writing is in the cards tonight either — I don’t feel particularly inspired at the moment to write something long and, well, short stuff is so short and leaves me with large amounts of time left over.
I had thought I might play Alice: Madness Returns, except it seems to not be particularly interested in playing nice with my game controller and I don’t particularly feel like keyboardmousing it. Maybe after this, I will try again. American McGee’s take on the story is like a mashup of One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest with old school goth and a taste of Jack the Ripper. It’s bonkers and almost evil and that’s how I like my Alice best. She’s no innocent, though she tries to come of as one. Ha!
If it hasn’t become obvious, I’m absolutely bonkers over Alice in Wonderland. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved the story and even went to the bother of memorizing Jabberwocky for that spoken word night I ran in the 90s in Seattle. Oh, the story itself is rather ho-hum, but the absurdity within each and every page is absolutely delightful. I’ve considered getting tattoos with all kinds of bits and bobs from the book, but honestly can’t decide which I like best. Maybe:
“Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.”
But I like quite a few other lines too, that one just happens to stick out in my head today along with the one in the picture.
Absurdity may also explain my love of Kafka and Salinger. Both are funny as hell once you realize just how absurd the worlds they create actually are. And yet, just how much like our own they are — yet we try to pretend that there’s nothing absurd about our own goings on.
Well then… I guess I’d better go try to keyboardmouse and let you good people get on with more wholesome activities than reading about what I think.