Today’s video was a hell of a lot of work.
Today was the day I decided I was going to go all the way into the weeds and edit my video till it seemed at least vaguely professional.
As a bonus, that naturally put those little discontinuities in the video that make the whole thing less static looking to our eyes.
So yay that.
Anyhow, I enjoyed getting deep into video editing again and actually trying to make something as good as I can for once but I had forgotten just how much mental effort went in to that process and now I’m letting my brain cool off like I just took an exam.
In a word, phew.
Hopefully, tomorrow I will actually remember to do my video at 1 pm or maybe even earlier as opposed to today when I didn’t remember until just before 3 pm.
As a result, I had to go into blogging while the little grey cells in my brain are still venting steam. And even then I was late.
So don’t expect any intellectual gymnastics today. I can just about manage to type down what I am thinking and that’s about it.
I know the video ain’t perfect. But my original recording was six minutes and change and the finished video is only two minutes and a bit, so I excised a lot of extraneous crap and made it seem, via video editing magic, like I can stay on topic.
It’s an illusion that has an almost hypnotic level of appeal to me.
Heck, maybe I can learn a thing or two from my edited self.
One of the larger excised bits was me rambling on about why I thought we humans make up so many rules for sex.
Basically, I think deep down we are afraid of the power sex has over us, especially when it is suppressed and therefore has no release.
I mean, who thinks about food more, the well fed man or the starving one?
And sex is the key demarcation point between childhood and adulthood. The wholesale reject of sex by the prudes of the world is, therefore, really a rejection of adulthood.
The fact that we have socially developed a fairly long period between sexual maturity (menses or ejaculation) and adulthood does not change this.
It’s easy when you are a member of a fairly repressed society to believe that without strict rules, sexuality would rage out of control as being did nothing but fuck all day.
But like the unfortunate idea that retirement means doing nothing all day, this is an illusion created by deprivation because when one is deprived enough, the very idea of getting enough of the deprived thing seems insane.
That’s why I like posing the question, how much sex do you think people would have if everyone could have as much of whatever kind of sex they wanted at any time?
I don’t know the answer. Very few of us do. Even people who live marvelously libertine lifestyles don’t have that kind of access to sexual expression.
And hookup apps are limited by availability too.
But presumably one’s sexual appetite can be satiated just like any other fundamental drive and so one would then get to experience the marvel of a life free of the constant pressure of unrelieved lust.
Transcending earthly demands is easiest when you just give in to them already.
Honestly, I don’t know what life would be like then. I’d like to think that it would create a calmer, saner, smarter, more patient, more kind, and above all more relaxed world.
Pax sexualis, or maybe pax orgasmus.
People would finally be free to explore and express their full sexualities, and that, to me, would make the world a far better place.
So um, get to work on that, VR and AI. Chop chop!
More after the break.
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My friends have already seen this but the writing is so good that I just have to share it here so I can praise it :
The way it spirals out of control so beautifully is like a master class in comedic structure, including having the one center-point character who is trying to bring things back to some semblance of making sense.
Cody is my hero. He’s like a low affect trickster god warping reality around himself.
And the fact that he’s doing it basically to be included really tugs at my once upon a very lonely childhood heartstrings.
I so badly wanted to be part of the warm, friendly, relaxed, accepting, loving world that I saw all around me and that everyone else seemed to take for granted.
But I was locked away in my own cold lonely world by what I can now see as mental illness and severe social dysfunction.
By being raped then missing kindergarten my social development got severely delayed and the thing is, that kind of thing does not get better with time.
My social issues prevented me from getting the sorts of experiences that would have corrected it. I had no way into that big warm connected world.
If only there had been a kindly but very patient adult willing to work with me to teach me what I didn’t learn in kindergarten and help me find a way that I could go play with the other kids and maybe make friends.
I wanted to do that so badly, but I was not equipped to even understand what I was doing wrong, let alone correct it.
I wish I had possessed the courage to just go ahead and be an asshole. At least then I might have been worthy of some respect, like any good villain.
But instead I was a pathetic, whiny, bizarre little alien who was way too smart for his own good but it came at a terrible cost in terms of… well, everything else.
To this day, I am a socially retarded child in big boy’s clothes. Genius beyond the ken of mortal men but helpless as an infant to help myself.
At least I am working on it.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.