And It's So Shocking Shocking Shocking Shocking Shocking

I should have called this post “You Said This Would Happen And Just Like That It Did,” but I’ve already used Exodus Damage once. What do I mean by that? Well, check out this old chestnut from last week: “And while I love the Cadillac, it is 16 years old, not very fuel-efficient and, if current trends continue, likely to be the next bit of technology that I destroy.” I wrote that on Wednesday of last week, and the Caddie will be going to the shop this Wednesday. Why? Well, it rained here in Norman on Friday, Saturday, and to a lesser extent Sunday, and my car showed its displeasure by refusing to start when I wanted to go places. “No,” it seemed to say, “I’m too depressed by this Seattle-y weather to go anywhere right now. Come back later, after me and Chris Cabrerra have had a good cry.” This yielded some good old fashioned monkey rage for yours truly.

Ah, monkey rage. Truly, there’s nothing like it. If not for the seemingly divine benevolence of my iPod shuffling up two helpings of Günther and the Sunshine Girls today, I might be breakin’ shit right now.

Consequently, I’m thinking I need to find a new car. Jeb mentioned the new Yaris from Toyota. It gets great gas mileage, looks cool, is small, and is wicked cheap. There’s got to be some catch, like the car periodically eats your passengers to maintain fuel economy. And that’s not exactly a deal-breaker. So I’m looking into that.

Other shocks this weekend included the rediscovery of my course packet from FVS 3810: Introduction to Psychoanalytic Film Theory with Dr. Betty Robbins. It’s like a K-Tel classic collection for anyone into phallic mothers, fetishization, or the vagina dentata! All the old favorites are here: Laura Mulvey’s “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema;” Kaja Silverman’s “Masochism and Male Subjectivity;” Elizabeth Cowie’s “The Fetish of Ideology!” The list just goes on and on! Honestly though, I was excited by this find, musty and garage-smelling as it is, since it is a pretty damn thorough collection of thought on Psychoanalytic and Feminist film theory, or as I call “femory.” I don’t really call it that, but I should...