The weird’s gonna get weirder and the poppy and commercial stuff is just gonna completely destroy it and it’s gonna collapse on top of itself all over again. It’s a cycle… Every genre has a way of being co-opted.
I imagine these interactions wouldn’t be so tentative and intermittent, so sheepish and slow to begin — that maybe we’d know one another better — if I had been born in the 1990s, when my parents would have been online when I was a toddler, or 1970s, when we could have learned about the Internet together, to some degree, as adults.
In 1991-1992 I lived in Madison on $27,000/year and lived in a normal apartment with no real $$ issues. It was probably because I was working 18 hour days and didn’t go out much. That’s what it took to make Wolfenstein 3D.
Two guys are stranded in the desert dying of thirst. As they’re walking along they see a little shack. They run up to it and knock on the door. This big, fat, hairy, smelly, ugly, lady answers. The first man tells the lady about their situation and begs her for a drink. The women says, “Sure, if you fuck me.” The first man replies, “I would rather die in this desert, then sleep with your fat smelly ass.” The second man wants to live and agree’s to do the deed. The second man and the women enter the shack, leaving the first man outside. The women says, “fuck me then!” The man agrees to do it only if she will close her eyes. He looks around the shack and sees a table full of corn on the cob. He picks one up, fucks her with it and throws it out the window. The women opens her eyes and asks for it again. The man agrees and repeats the deed. The women is finally satisfied and agrees to give the man and his friend some water. The man calls his friend in and informs him that the women is going to give them some water. The friend replies, “Fuck the water, I want some more of that buttered corn.