Friday, April 29, 2011

Technocratic Psychobabble: Names and Commentary

Technocratic Psychobabble

-Hunky had been going to night school for, oh, say two, three years, but he'd never seen anyone this bad-ass before. The Masonic midget-leper gave him a high-five on the way out and flashed his ass crack to the delight of everyone.

: A delirious return to writing after some presumed sort of meditation and regeneration following “Coming Down”, I wonder how long it took for Edward to start kicking it again with his pencil and paper (perhaps not even that long). You don’t even have to go past “Hunky” to know you’re in for a treat on this stupid joyride of a name. I love that the narrator takes time to debate how many years he wants to say Hunky’s gone to night school, but not to get it right, just to sort of amuse himself with how each number sounds. Edward’s secret (not-so-secret) talent was to combine adjectives, personifiers, amplifiers, characterizers, and tenderizers like “Masonic midget-leper” into actual figures to dance ambiguously across his stories, not unlike a certain Dylan (why doesn’t anyone ever ask why Bob Dylan’s songs sound so much like mine?!). Is it necessary for such a complex sounding character to be in this sort of funky jerk-wad of a name? Probably not, but then again, sure why not. What’s awkward and therefore funnier about the image of this class clown in adult school (a great concept in the first place) is that because this guy’s a midget and gives a “high-five” as he walks by Hunky, I would imagine that even though Hunky’s sitting at a desk, the midget still has to jump to complete this act of yeah-I-know-I’m-cool. The final touch of the butt crack is so good that it even earns the use of bandwagon in “everyone”, because that’s a bandwagon I want to be on (I actually will be going to night school for a photography class in a couple weeks bee tee dubs). (83%)


-Bert struck writer's block at the end of the fourth page in his thirteenth novel. Four pages too late.

: Who are you, me? Got enough numbers there Mr. Math Magician? “Struck”. And the weird apparent meaning in this (if you don’t get too distracted) is wild enough to earn this a place in my already established kingdom of strange abstract trash that will likely endure the death of everything else because it’s too complex and useless to do anything else, like Styrofoam. (54%)


-The Black Shirts confiscated my house and liberated my wife from sexual slavery. Buncha cheeseheads.

: One where I’ll forever remember the ending line but never the beginning. Not to say that the beginning isn’t great, because it’s ridiculous and hilarious. “Confiscated”, “The Black Shirts”. Whadafuck man. And that it seems at first like the Black Shirts are the bad guys for taking the house until apparently you realize the narrator is sexually enslaving his wife. Wut. “Buncha” and “cheeseheads” couldn’t be better partners in that phrase though, regardless of any/everything that may come before it. (73%)


-"Here me out, Isaiah. I have a message for you," I said as we hid inside the black temple. His finger was on the nuclear armageddon button.

: Haha, I like the mind-clearing simplicity of the direction that these names have been going (night school, domestic violence, and world destruction) as a contrast to the relentlessly deep, murky, and deceptive directions of much of Edward’s previous college writing. This sounds like a sort of calm one might get even after the craziest of circumstances, like whatever it took to obtain a nuclear armageddon button. “Hear me out” is such a casual phrase, it’s stupid and great. “Black temple” may be more or less than it means here, best not to stare. I have a weird feeling this one may get better in time. (64%)


-The old cripple wheeled himself down the grassy hill slowly, taking in every detail as if this day was to be his last, smiling at the rising sun. Randy shot him in the face and took his wheelchair for a joyride out on Grand Street.

: It’s like I wrote the first sentence and Greg the second. But it was Edward with the design to merge such things. “Old cripple” is a priceless character that you can’t lose with, even (or especially) when you use the act of shooting yet another person in the face and proceed to raise the pot even more with “Grand Street”. I feel like I could buy this name at Wal-Mart and never stop loving it. (78%)


-"Yeah, he had britches all right. Seven thousand pairs of 'em!" She stared at me in awe, and I slipped the five into the policeman's pocket.

: You know I’m a sucker for conversation names, and an even bigger one for conversation names with the entirety of the dialogue cut off. It’s an absurdly simple and great gag (see Lloyd’s joke during the montage in Dumb and Dumber in the ski lodge). My favorite part here, other than “seven thousand” is that she stares at him in awe as opposed to any other state of mind. (60%)


-The rotten cheese atheist rained on my parade one too many times.

: More cheese, but a great “depressing” name, a type I’m of course quite fond of; also like the definitive nature of the whole thing, not leading one way or another. (65%)


-"Tuesday night we're going over to the coliseum. Should be fun. Varsity Blues vs. Picasso's Blue Period. The bag of Twizzlers is up for grabs!" Veronica gave me a sneer that showed this wasn't the right time.

: This has stood out in my mind from this list (along with “buncha cheeseheads”) for its extreme and jarring structure. It seems like another name got written over top of another and then someone just transcribed them together, a form Ryan patented earlier than we ever knew. But if you say anything about this, you just can’t knock the fucking Blue Period, what a great damn period and concept. “Should be fun”. (73%)


-The great artist Samuel studied twenty ugly faces and twenty attractive faces for his masterwork. His mother scolded him for putting her in the ugly set.

: One of the great names that no one remembers enough. Somehow combining an original conceptual piece with not just childish punchlines, but an endearing underbelly of Samuel being an artist of odd taste and intriguing skill, plus just for the choice of “scolded” is such a nostalgic term in the face of all these cold-growing-colder-world names. Edward was always about great artists, great art, great history, basically anything that stands the test of time, whereas I tended toward the fleeting, the non-sequitor, and the abstract. It was a fine balance, and our themes often overlapped, but I’ll be looking for Samuel some years down the road to see how he’s faired against the weathering and aging of all things. (84%)


-Jebediah felt a cold chill when he peeked under the robes of his nine-year old cousin and saw the hard, wrinkly skin of disease.

: one for the disturbed audience sitting restlessly out there. Something about describing the skin in general versus specific anatomy makes this name worlds darker, though I can’t really describe why. “Hard”. (“Disease”.) This shit is best kept in the drawers (and pulled out when drunk and looking for shock and/or laugh). (70%)


-I sat quietly on my stool at the Hedonist Club while a horsy looking Oriental woman gave me a lap dance, pondering the validity of the establishment's name until Big Hairy Roger came in with a pair of flamethrowers and we got to killing some Native Americans.

: haha, this name is so reckless and careless it’s wonderful. It returns to the days when writing loose held more weight than writing deep. Not to say that loose writing can’t be deep or vice versa, but in this name, it’s all about getting your fill and getting the fuck on to the next course. “Horsy” gives this all the credibility it needs. I also like that the protagonist is on a stool. Go figure. It also feels like something out of Watchmen (the flamethrowers and nonchalant genocide). (67%)


-Frito took his daily trip to the methadone clinic and wondered what the use was anymore.

: a whopper. A too-full-about-to-burst water balloon. This comes mostly from the sharp drop off of the whole thing after getting used to Edward stringing us a few characters, plot twists, or at least descriptors before closing up shop. It’s hard not to look past this one’s cold eyes. (75%)


-Ray the carpenter spotted the armies of Vandals and Goths pouring over the hills towards our village. After he warned everyone and fled to the forests with the women and children, the local defense forced readied the proton torpedoes and launched what few TIE fighters we had. Everyone was ready to spill Germanic blood. I could see it in their eyes.

: the flow of this name from the distant background right to the face of the narrator makes the trip of this name feverish and surprisingly ambitious. Obviously a wild take on time periods and fantasies (and a welcome one – “Vandals and Goths”), it starts out in the third person, switches to a collective “we”, and then finishes with the reader staring into his compatriots beside him. A steady rise to relevance. “That’s some heavy stuff Doc.” (68%)


-"Oh, yeah, he's a conformist, but he's real good with the bow and arrow." I agreed with him. He was a good shot.

: stupid, great, and tactful. (62%)


-Osmosis Jones vs. Jones the cat from Alien.who wins?:

I knew it was only a matter of time before I arrived at this name. We (right?) all know of Edward’s feelings towards the Alien series (meaning the first two…), and none of us should really disagree. I love the ending to this though. (58%)


-Francie doll was a Persian's woman-stout, astute, able-bodied, her nipples were pierced. We spent a few nights up studying the ancient Babylonian texts before she aborted my only child.

: fuck, this one just made me laugh out loud. I completely forgot about this name. Although it doesn’t really stand out from Edward’s many names in terms of being thick with historically shaded descriptors, casual sex (although now that I look, the only actual reference to sex is the abortion), academia, and fun, jaunt-narratives from a first-person narrative, I just thought the quick “before she aborted my only child” ending was hilarious. It makes the opening meticulous details into a great diversion for both the narrator and reader before slapping down an event that, in contrast to a pierced-nipple, able-bodied woman up for shagging and deep nights (is “doll” just a nickname?), is stupidly tragic. “Only” gives the narrator a touch of longing and just makes the flip at the end funnier. “A Persian’s woman”. (86%)


-Gorilla junction* *The gates to paradise

: elegant, innovative, epic. For pretty apparent reasons, this name stood out from the rest of the many names Edward threw my way in college. This is the kind of name that appeals to my innards because of its unorthodox spacing, use of the asterisk, and let us not forget of course the sheer scope of the name in physical appearance and literal meaning. (78%)


-Ronnie had wet nightmares after Janis Joplin came into his room and tried to fuck him

: hard not to laugh or at least smile here. Females raping males (let alone a (the) female rock legend raping a tweenager-sounding boy) manages to get away with a lot more as a concept that the reverse, and here it is us, not Ronnie, who reap the benefits. (70%)


-While she was in the shower, Marty McFly rummaged through her underwear drawer, found her rosary beads, and licked them with relish

: this reminds me of a name long ago Greg wrote about Jake losing his manhood in his drawers or something, god knows. But Edward was all about these feverishly weird actions, not unlike something out of David Lynch’s head, and like his movies, this one will leave you strange blemish on your body you can’t quite remember how or when you got it. (63%)


-Her storytelling fitness regimen was starting to wear me out. And I had the suspicion some of the other kids were on steroids.

: one of the cleaner closing sentences you’ll see in these parts. I’m not sure what a storytelling fitness regiment entails but the ending makes it all worthwhile. (65%)


-The half-ton silverback gorilla and I raced across the plain, his sinewy muscles rippling beneath blankets of midnight fur. My breathing was harsh and labored, and I looked into his angry eyes for a second before pressing harder. The dull and mighty thumps from his strides pounded in my ears as my legs were weighed down by the insidious tentacles of lactic acid. Open sky was overwhelmed by a canopy of trees, birds chattering the triumphant cry of our arrival into their domain. Suddenly I came to an abrupt stop, and the great beast pushed on. I watched as its massive spinning frame plunged over the edge of the cliff and laughed at its insignificant brain. I was a little tired, but I was going into the city to get laid by a hooker.

: the first real glimpse of Edward’s taste for mini-epics since Coming Down, and this one itself is reminiscent of all the early narratives like the wings of a wombat-through a coke bottle name, the Rickert biopics, religious v. nature v. man scriptures, various out-of-body pain/pleasure dream-time happy hour names, and even back to the well-represented primate centered names like gorilla in a tuxedo and Sir Roger Hubert fighting Oboe the biggest damn ape he’d ever seen. As you can tell, this name comes from a long lineage of deep ancestors, and it doesn’t disappoint. Carrying the semi-repeated theme of doing something weird/deep/abstract and then blowing a load in the cheapest foulest way without a second thought back, this name does follow the same pattern of previous names on this list. However, what those names before it lacked in heart, adrenaline, and reverence, this one fills in sweetly. The descriptions (“midnight fur”, “insidious tentacles of lactic acid”) of the gorilla, the jungle, and the jungle birds, are raw and primal like something out of Heart of Darkness, but then smartly contrasted with an abruptly mocking and innately modern vision of the dim-witted animal charging full speed to its death, while the lazily intelligent man goes to get some good-old fashioned easy pleasure (even though he is tired). Great choice and order of the words in “but I was going into the city to get laid by a hooker”. It’s tough because I end up wanting the descriptions and wild scenery of all that builds in the name to continue with the gorilla off of that cliff, but it does seem fitting for this list that the chaos, confusion, and fury of existence be contrasted with how easy it is to toss life away and detach self into nothingness. (90%)

2 comments:

  1. Alright, I'll try this shit again. It ate up my first comment.

    First off, I love this list. I love this time period in writing. That first name especially. And, as you know, I have grown to love the bandwagon genre over time. My tone hit its peak in the early college years. It was completely about the tone in all these names. I highly doubt I took long to write these after Coming Down. I believe I wrote that during Christmas break of freshman year, and this was the beginning of second semester. This list (and many others) were written almost completely in my art history class, and you can see influences of that here and there. It's all about the layers in these sorts of names, layers that I did not even intend. For instance, the high-five thing. I never noticed that before.

    The layers in the Black Shirts one are hilarious too. I love the "confiscation" of a house, the fact that the bad guys briefly turn into good guys for freeing the narrator's wife from "sexual slavery."

    The Grand Street name is clearly a personal favorite, although not in a rate-this-really-highly way. It's just one of the most fun names ever to me, and I do agree with you that the first part of it is exactly like something you'd write (the difference is yours would have no punch line).

    The structure on that Blue Period name is indeed jarring (see the art history influence here much?), and this was a time of some experimentation. Note the similarities to this and Osmosis Jones vs. Jones the Cat from Alien. Obviously I like versus matches. MONO E MONO.

    I always liked the Jeremiah name, because of its vague pedophilic overtones (especially implied by the word "peeked"), and yes, like you said, because it says the "cold, wrinkly skin of disease," not only not showing what body part, but saying the skin is of disease and not even of the boy himself. It had such a medieval feel to me always. Love it.

    I absolutely love the progression of the Vandals and Goths one. Random details build up and give it a crazy sense of something, and the last two lines are perfect. This is such a complete train of thought name it's not even funny. Not in the stupid vague sense, but in the Edward-has-a-fantasy sense. I love this shit. TIE fighters and Germanic hordes is basically my fantasies all rolled into one package.

    "I agreed with him. He was a good shot." Enough said.

    Don't forget that the Gorilla Junction one had different size spacing in the original as well.

    The last name is like the Grand Street one to the max (I suspect it might be on steroids). (Shut-up, not funny.)

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  2. *Different size FONT for gorilla junction. Sorry I'm tired and these comments are lackluster.

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