Party Hats......Streamers.....Pink and Green Frosting Smeared All Over the Bathroom Floor?

There definitely was a party here. And I missed it. I'm on the internet many many hours a day. But I can't help feeling like I'm showing up late for the party. And I don't just mean the latest internet gag. I still don't completely understand "Pepsi Blue". I just saw Cube, which is easily one of the best movies I've seen in a while. I don't base that on any specific critical aesthetic. That statement is based solely on an ungoverned enjoyment response. It's similar to the mechanism that keeps me from enjoying movies starring Jennifer Lopez. I saw Money Train in the theatre and I knew then that some kind of evil lurked in that woman. The kind of evil that catches a man off guard, swallows his soul, and then lands big endorsement contracts. "She's just Jenny from the block, she's got products to hock." Okay, I'm also reading Cory Doctorow's latest book Eastern Standard Tribe. Up until about a month ago I had no idea that writers like him existed. Writers that could actually transport me. Even as a young English student I'd never had the oft spoken of transcendental reading experience until I read Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. Memories of other young undergraduate contemporaries of mine, particularly female ones, wandering about the halls gushing to each other about the "power" of Charlotte Perkins Gilman or the "reality" of Sylvia Plath. My male counterparts did this also, but it usually took prompting from a professor. I never felt transported, never felt like I magically understood things. Never had the printed word change my perspective on anything. Ever. But now, something in my skull has cracked open and is oozing magical jelly all over my cortex. I've been on a quest for this magical ambrosia for so long, I've felt for so long like a part of my mind, or even myself, was dead. I'm almost 28 now, I feel like it might not all be hopeless. And I owe this transformation to what? The freedom and expanse of the internet, and my own directionless wanderings on it. And so this doesn't seem completely self-indulgent I'll tell you what I think Cube is all about. I think it's about man and god, I think it's a movie that foresaw "intelligent design" and strips people down to the very core of their own "natures" by removing everything but "the system". The only escape is to beat the system, to remove yourself from it, by understanding it. Knowledge is Power. All Knowledge comes from Self Knowledge. God doesn't have to know everything, he just has to know a little bit more.