Words and Chaos

Month: October, 2014

There is Only Chaos: You’re Not Entitled to a Pony Either.

Dreamfall developers came under fire recently for an ‘ableist’ character:

Pcgamesn – Ragnar Tørnquist defends ableist language in Dreamfall Chapters: “Those people exist in real life, and so they must exist in fiction”

Can these people just piss off and stop trying to child-proof everything?

That guy is right. No, not every character needs to be a socially acceptable cardboard drone. What are we going to do with fiction then? Are we going to ban the book ‘American Psycho’, among a cascade of others, for subjects like for racism, homophobia, and violence against women? No. Because it’s what needed to be in the book to get the character across. Because it fits the narrative. You don’t like it? Good for you, princess.

Can people stop demanding that their pathetic, ‘I’m so offended!’ remarks need to be catered to? In the words of Stephen Fry, ‘So fucking what?’ The developer is right – these people do exist in life, and they should exist in fiction. It’s dangerous to pretend that they don’t exist, to throw a blanket over it and reject the fact that it IS there. To senselessly censor the things you don’t like in the world from everywhere outside of day to day life makes you a fucking coward. You effectively shut down any kind of debate. You limit awareness. Arguably you are worse than the people who are ableist, or whatever new tumblr-speak SJW bollocks is going around these days. Being ‘triggered’ is a not a valid excuse. You’re not being inclusive by censoring the opinions of people you don’t like – the world doesn’t owe you anything, least of all the fulfilment of your expectation that it should conform to whatever makes you comfortable. Is that offensive? Do one.

Stop trying to box the world into some bland, homogenised, padded box because you lack the ability to handle reality. You’re not helping.

Professions, Life paths, Archetypes, Classes, etc

I’ve been experimenting with randomisation in professions and life paths and the like. Here’s the kind of thing I can come up with:

Illusionary transactionist
Innermost Guidepostian
Hardwired Snifflologist
Multi-lateral meta-linguist
Aerobic tattoist
Magic Seafoodologist
Unstoppable Adjectivist
Bacterium Preacher
Pastorial Instigator
Virus Fabricator

Kind of cool.

Gaining Status

It occurs to me that the majority of my posts these days consist of work related topics or banal reports on my cat. As we all know, Facebook, and wider social media in general, isn’t actually there for me to tell you about the odd lumps of interest in my day to day life, but rather for me to fool all you simple motherfuckers into believing that I live like some kind of international rock star.

My social media presence exists to convince you that I am, just like you are, the most successful person in the world. By sheer social skill and technique, I have managed to elude the press and keep the paparazzi from hammering down my door with a battering ram in a frenzied bid to claim just one photograph – don’t worry, you’ll see it on the cover of Vogue’s next big release if they ever do.

Not convinced? Look at how many friends I have. Do you have this many friends? Of course you do. I use my wall-of-selfie-faces to cynically manipulate your view of me. The wall-of-selfie-faces screams, ‘Look at me! Look at how popular I am! Bask in the reflected glow of how successful I have become!’ Granted I only actually know about a hundred of these people, and the rest of them are people from schools I haven’t been to in decades, others who I have some bleary recognition of saying ‘hello’ to at some social event or another before blithely moving on with my life. But like I keep saying, that’s not the point, is it?

So, to the meat it: what did I do with my Friday night? Well, it started on the roof of Buckingham palace with a few lines of cocaine off of Cherie Blair’s twat while David Cameron and Gene Simmons played naked twisted in one corner, and the Duchess of Cambridge performed burlesque to grime music to the rapt attention of Prince Phillip and Xzibit, among a small crowd of others. Barack Obama danced a strange mix of Swan Lake and the tango, across the lawn, with Michelle Pfeiffer. God knows where J.K. Rowling, Hulk Hogan, and Doug Stanhope got off to…

Word Clusters #14

I, too, have a cot specifically for my clots…

It’s the 15th of October. Have some inspiration.

Ciphers Palpable
Conflating Dump Truck
Superior Wind Mill
Acausal Warp
Procedures Waivers
Remedied Piano
Breathes Vindication
Clot Cot
Jailer Breach
Captained Mounds

For previous word clusters, visit this page.