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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

ZOOLANDERS INC.



DOUCHEBAG STYLE DEEVOLUTION:





"NEPHILIM" STYLE





TALLEST ACTORS:
http://www.imdb.com/list/ls000352291/

WIKI - AVERAGE HEIGHT WORLDWIDE:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_average_human_height_worldwide

More extremely tall people of both sexes does not usually qualify for mention.  I'm six foot
and not considered short or tall.  In the middle as usual.  Each generation gets taller.  Much taller.

I briefly spoke to a woman at the Chelsea Market in NYC probably in her 70's, easily
over 6' 4" who looked to be related to another woman of average height I worked with.
The older version was the only one I can remember in that age group and of that height
which means it happens and who cares?  Except that...

...extreme height is but one example of what happens when extremes of every kind 
are normalized across age groups, genders, races,  nations, geography, weather, US Presidents.  

And it will be said, "well, of course, exteme people stand out and are noticed and so what?"

I spoke about the large number of tall women to my sister.  First day of her 2015 arrival in NYC
we met in an Irish bar that used to be near 34th Street on 8th Ave.  A tall transvestite drew
fake whistles from the crowded bar.  On her last day in town a 6' 11" woman entered a
restaurant in a three piece male suit and tie.  I didn't think to take out my ipad for a picture.
The two non-events just happened to sandwich her visit.  6' 11" females are very rare.  6' 5"
females are not common but I see them in flats and sneakers everyday.

The "whatever you do don't stare" Han Solo warning showed up in several separate Star Wars
movies before Solo and company entered the Star Wars Intergalactic Cantina.  This was the
zeitgeist hinting of what was to come, not to a galaxy far far away, but as normalized extremes
of our everyday.

*Like the fictional Newt Scamander from the movie Fantastic Beasts, those I am trying to
describe seem to eat little, sleep little (machine shut-down when they do), take on outrageous
or sexually ambiguous appearance.  One extreme to another.  Contrived appearances and
contrived gender ambiguity straight out of Room 101.

*The distressed holes in the jeans effect is like the beginning of Salman Rushdie's novel
Midnight's Children where a female wears a sheet with all the main areas covered but with
holes everywhere else.

* Street people with over-amped musculature or the opposite, drugged out sedated,
covered with tattoos (physical graffiti), with red or orange sneakers and backwards ball-caps

* Beards, man-buns growing in opposite directions, soggy bottomed on-the-down-low
sweatpants over and beyond any post recession unemployment, opioid epidemic or
immigrant displacement.

* If I sit in one place too long in public the scene in my field of vision seems to degrade
into a slow motion visual waterboarding as people passing by seem to slowly degrade
in the way they look or act.  Taking on a freakish repellency like assembled leftover parts
from a factory floor.  Followed in quick succession by their opposites, attractive
irresistible females.  I wish it was nothing more than yin yang subjective projection.

(The park where I'm sitting in the shadow of the Flatiron Bldg is the appropriately named
Mad. Sq. Park as in Madison Square just off 23rd Street)

IOW, these are mostly males of all ages mimicking what used to be associated with teenage rebellion.

* In the coop building next door to mine is a kind of “August Rush" skateboarder group home.
A few years ago they wore dyed black hair standing straight up with yellow dyed tips like
Christmas tree lights.  They could have been 15, 25, 45 or 55 years old.  August Rush was
probably the only bad movie Robin Williams ever made.  The movie continues in real life with skateboarding at all hours with different bleeding colors on potted plant heads always ready to act against type with big smiles and exaggerated polite gestures compensating for_____?
(“Well gosh, maybe they just want to be nice neighbors...is that so bad?”  I wish it were so)

* A contrived overly polite manner is used to counter any gross weirdness such as obscurant
hair braids, metal under the nose or in eyebrows, bleached Milo white hair etc.

* Behavioral opposite extremes: deliberate blindside bumping in stores or on empty sidewalks
to the point of grappling in the street with innocent bystanders coming out of nowhere to break
it up.  Like with the guy looking strangely like the black actor from the movie "They Live."
He bumps me on an empty sidewalk.  I reflexively return the contact.  He apologizes, I do not.
The sidewalk had only one or two people besides me.  He was walking behind me .  I knew
exactly what was going on.  He looks me in the eyes and asks if I want to be punched.  He
doesn’t but I am carrying glass bottles from Columbus Circle Whole Foods.  He proceeds to
knock the bottles out of my hands smashing them to the pavement.  He is amazingly strong.
He gets me in a headlock, I break it and push him against a car where the fight gets broken
up by a guy straight out of central casting who says, “wow, that’s NYC for ya.”  Like a
bogus Jimmy Breslin imitation.

I see the black guy again in the Lincoln Center Bernstein Atrium.  He’s wearing a security
uniform with many ribbons and stars.  All he needed was a cowboy hat and he would have
passed for a Sheriff Clarke.  He pretends not to notice me.

* Other times the exact opposite occurs holding doors and smiling excessively like Jim Carrey
from "The Truman Show" with his famous wave and smile "have a good day, and if I don't see ya,
have a good afternoon, evening and night."  In fact, that and other scenes (including outtakes)
was the zeitgeist hinting and depicting what I’m describing on this page.  All deniable as Truman Delusion Syndrome and made into a book but, like me, will never make it into the DSM.

* IOW, passive aggressive extremes as if on steroids and nobody notices.  No one left to notice.

* 2011- 2016, too many caucasian women asking for items in a store in overly polite little girl
Valley Girl "up-talk" in NYC while fishing in their pocketbooks for wallets and then fishing
for exact change.

* Conversely, for a couple of years too many guys took on a deliberately fake vocal fry,
laughable mission control macho speech pattern.  Followed by males talking in a style
over and above any Google IT, gay or nerd stereotypes.  I’ve lived in NYC my entire life.
I know accents and speech inflections.  I worked part-time for too long listening to the
rich and poor, dealing with psycho rich and destitute homeless.  I know the difference between
behaviors at both ends of the spectrum and the ones that are too widespread and too contrived
to be real.

How can any of this be possible?  It's not.  It's not even the opposite of possible.

A seemingly rehearsed nonstop standup comedy act seen for a few months and replaced by
something else going from dumb to dumber.  The return of Judge Schreber's “Improvisational
People?”  Did they ever leave?  Or is it periodic with numbers rising and falling?  All the same
entities with different faces and genders?  Signaling what?  A near future catastrophe?  A sim
reality?  That the end isn't just near, it already happened.  An Apocalypse Now! that is always
happening without the fire and pestilence.

Any description of extreme opposites like these can easily be dismissed as extreme mood changes,
sour grape projection of a delusional carnival Truman freak show of my own making.  It is a freak show that much is true.  My imagination isn’t up to the task of inventing any of this.

So-Called Girlfriends:
*Women that I went with in the early 2000's (mentioned elsewhere) once made a point
of licking pasta sauce off a plate in a restaurant.  She wasn’t crazy or kidding around.
* Another would put a bare hand into a restaurant buffet.
* Another one wore big cleverge in twenty degree weather and the opposite in 80 degree weather.
That doesn’t even begin to describe them.

These individuals were beyond disruptive, addicted, crazy, average or normal.  Sex?
Take it or leave it.  (Or fake it)  Avoidance or compulsivity.  Once starting they didn’t stop.
AND I would have to stop at some point.  Their message was, don’t get attached.  AND they
made sure that I did.  When convenient: one of them would deny who they were, deny they
knew me, forget how to count, forget what year it was.  In the next instant out think and out talk anyone.

Symptoms of diet speed pill addiction, mood or extreme menstral cycles don't begin to explain it.
None were working for any deep dark government agency getting paid in bitcoins (hah!).  None
of it was the result of anger, bipolar mood change, hot flashes, menopause, eccentricity, playing jokes, self hate, psychopathy, deficits of intelligence or my imagination.  None of the DSM or
psych-boilerplate clichés apply.  Were they trying to get rid of me?  Of course.  At the same time
keeping me hooked?  Of course.  Either deliberately toxic and nasty or the opposite, “Yes sir,
you're the boss, anything you say" extreme passive aggressiveness.

Reflective of other things:
* A kind of routine hyperactivity. As a guess, not being in constant motion and busy invites
some kind of automatic direct or indirect negative feedback or might not even be possible.
* The more you directly engage or question the more they compulsively lie.
* Benito Mussolini tough one instant, swallowing air the next.
* Big on fighting.  In each relationship the female picks physical fights or welds a knife.
* Loud nearby conversations in food malls either in gibberish English duckspeak, exaggerated foreign Hollywood movie stereotypes or language software modules in fast forward.
* A synchronized smart mobbing plays out in public before my disbelieving eyes.
* All lines in store's are especially favored for trouble with ppl behind you or hanging off line.
* For too long lots of "Dios De Los Muertos" skull tattoos and imagery on shirts and hats.
* Women loudly exaggerated greetings of OMG!  OH!  MY!  GOD!  More often than too often.
* Gay and straight couples doing porno public kissing routines past the point of comedy or parody.

* Occasionally in public there's a palpable depressing "dead air" effect.  Like air sucked out of a
room or out of the inner ear during a medical ear exam.  (Maxwell Smart "Cone of Silence") With certain females the opposite occurred.  A sharp zero point focus in the brain.

* Spastic male model runway penguin walk with hands in jean pockets attempting outdated
James Dean hustler style or addicted street people (Scarecrow) dreadlocked, tattooed, homeless, begging, K-2, heroin and fentanyl users stretched out on streets, in subways in and outside NYC.
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/28/nyregion/fentanyl-epidemic-long-island.html

* Grossly over developed over-amped fake military types (Tin Men) with arms and chests
enlarged like turkeys with bent arms swinging robot style in front instead of at their sides.

* As of mid-year 2016 there's more of a cut and buff conservative look with tapered
dress shirts, skinny dress pants, boat like dress shoes.  The perfect build and look but
stupidly off like human clones from a different dimension or again, like misplaced parts
assembled from a factory floor

* So-called “reasonable people” might say none of this is big deal in itself and I would agree.
If it didn't happen just a little too often as if reality itself was degrading.  ("Reasonable"
people in this case might be defined as seeming like they’re reading scripted clichéd lines
as if from a teleprompter behind lying eyes)

The above is like the Orwellian grinding boot heel.  Visual and psychological waterboarding
both in variety and monotony.  Quite a metaphysical feat of choreography and guaranteed
to make anyone including myself sound like they should be doing lunar exploration on
sedatives in the nearest funny farm.

If and when it stops it'll all be doubted as if from a bad dream.  Or events will just change in
their variety with the false idea that things are improving.  Under no circumstances can I be
allowed to experience people normally especially when committing what is said to be
the great sin of "freeloading and laziness.  IOW, not working after retirement.  THAT
must never stand.

Nothing I see is as it should be but, at the same time, nothing looks flagrantly out of sync to non-existent observers.  It can all be passed off as classic ______(fill in the symptomatic blanks) or
just crotchety dementia, Alzheimer's, "evident lack of insight" which is to say, the usual DSM
Room 101 language of convenience sounding more comical and weird than what is being described.

I don't have any particular need for complete normalcy or want people to look or act like me.
I don’t want people to look like Tru-man Burbank and certainly not like Donald Tru-mp
(Lion or Lying King) with the don't you dare laugh at my spray can tan and hair and face-on-fire
clementine saffron complexion.  (At least the look he had while campaigning in 2016)


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