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Austin Powers vs The Naughty Nonces.
... just do it, parody Eyes Wide Shut, as a slapstick spy-comedy.
That'd be pretty bold, and also more or less the exact zeitgeist of the current moment.
Austin's on his way to infilrate 'The Party', gets stuck behind some idiot ass hole broccoli hair MAGA bro infkuencers on the sidewalk, has a 'comedy of errors' fight with them, where neither of them can understand what the others are saying, Austin is trying to comply with what he thinks their requests are, accidentally environmentally defeating them.
After that's settled, Austin is ... something like gallavanting toward the Hotel that's hosting The Party, a few blocks away, just straight up watches (Not) Luigi shoot a healthcare CEO, says something like 'crikey!', and makes a joke about copays.
He gets to right hotel.
Trump Tower.
... Onto The Party, where we find...
Seth Greene has been replaced by Tom Green, for no apparent, nor explained reason.
... He's at the party too.
He's trying to find Mini-Me, whose been gone for a while now... he dropped the criminal mastermind shit entirely, basically became Old Man Nightwing, less comic book superhero getup, more ... the 'protagonist' from No Country For Old Men.
They have a whole "You're gonna blow my cover! "No! You're gonna blow my cover!" exchange, at the party, which is abruptly halted by a spoon against a glass revealing that the main course of the night is being served.
... Its Mini-Me.
The Party goers are all cannibals, and laughing about it.
... etc. You get the idea.
At some point you gotta work in Tom Cruise, but he's his character from Collateral.
Makes a joke about thinking he'd seen some fucked up cult shit, but nothing prepared him for whats going on at The Party.
I think you have a gift, my friend...
There is a part of me, a part of my brain or my thought patterns, that just got too fucking stoned once, and it never reverted, never fully went back to sober.
... That's my attempt at explaining... whatever it is I wrote up there, lol.
Permafried, but semi-rehabilitated.
There are a lot of well documented cases of very successful creative types who fit that bill. That it came from your head, presumably, without a lot of effort is the point worth paying attention to. 😉
Shame that quite a lot of the time when I speak my mind, people hate it.
Part of how I can 'do' that is that I tend to be pretty accurate at cutting to the functional core of what makes some concept tick, and well, a lot of people have really thin skin and big egos, and don't appreciate being told, in considerable detail, the various ways in which they are full of shit, sre hypocrites.
... So thats the other side of the double edged sword, you could say.
Spontaneous idea generation?
Concept association/relation?
Meet 'no filter'.
I am lucky, I guess, in that I have had a core group of very close friends for almost all of my several decades on this planet. With them...I sugar coat nothing. I pull no punches. To do so would run counter to both who I am, and who they expect me to be. Further...I expect no less from them.
Anyone outside of my circle needs some time to get it... Or they don't get inside.
My point being, I don't think there's anything wrong with that behavior as long as it's genuine, comes from a place of love, and isn't just, "Look how edgy I can be"-type bullshit.
I had a core group once.
They're the ones that convinced me to get too stoned that one time, and then other times.
It broke my filter.
They did not like unfiltered me.
Fuck me, I guess, oh well.
At least I'm genuienly very very ok with being mostly a loner/introvert, that was always true about me.
I don't need or miss other people. I don't need their adulation, I don't need to be constantly solving problems they cause, usually by doing the opposite of what I told them when they asked me for help previously.
But yeah, its not... trying to be lol xd random edgy annoying.
Its more like just not being able to not see things that most people don't, or, in some level of their subconcious, are aware of, but are very insecure about.
Yeah, I get that. Learning people have blind spots they don't like being called on, regardless of whether they're aware of them, was a hard lesson for me. My instinct is to "help". Most folk know their own brand of bullshit, though, and just want someone to say, "Man...that sucks!", and move on. I have a hard time with that, still.
Same here brother/sister/whathaveyou, same here.
Perhaps ironically, that does somewhat loop around into humor as coping mechanism:
Look at em go!
Ain't gonna end well, but, look at 'em go!
Like uh, watching a car crash, that you're pretty sure is gonna happen.
Kinda macabre or dark, but, well, c'est la vie.
Nah...I don't think it's all that macabre. It's just...humans. I can't fix anyone but me. To try invites madness.
But yeah...100% where my "use sarcasm and humor to cope" comes from.