I dressed as a Hockney for this wedding.
One day later and I’m still thinking about this Spooky Black video. I enjoy it, but mostly I’ve been pondering the cynicism within me, brought on in part by a lifetime spent on the internet, that’s made it so I now look at anything a little eccentric as being insincere. It’s good to have a bullshit detector, I guess, but I think mine’s been recalibrated such that I immediately assume everything strange I see online is joke or a hoax or a Tim & Eric sketch or an outright goddamn lie. That feels like a bad inclination I need to learn to keep in check. Anyway, I hope this dude in the wave caps and khakis and turtlenecks shimmying in the middle of the woods in Minnesota isn’t some art school kid who made this video in order to “expose the superficiality of viral web culture” or whatever.
Why am I just finding out that Moz loves Bea Arthur?