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(2008) Resident Evil: Degeneration or Deterioration

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Resident Evil is a missed opportunity. For those of you who grew up playing the games on that little gray PlayStation, you know what I'm talking about. The awe the first time the zombie turned its head and shambled towards you. The fright when the dogs jumped through the window and you frantically tried to shoot the little fuckers as they ran circles around you. The puzzle of the mansion. The labyrinth of raccoon city and the police station. The gleeful satisfaction of finally finding a way to open a door you've passed by for hours. Resident Evil at its core was about exploration, the threat of death and restarting from a safe, and persevering the puzzle with limited resources. These tropes became quickly became solidified as Survival Horror.  The films, on the other hand, took a different path. All style and no content. The moment, lost faith was the moment when the horrors became set pieces for bullet ballet. A celebration of the superficial. I'd argue that the films bo…

All Things Interrogated: Why I Love Trauma (And You Should, Too!)

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I have a vivid image in my mind of the first image that scared me. A little girl shambling towards the camera. A white nightgown contrasted against blood. At the time I was under ten and was flipping between channels. News, sports, sitcoms and a zombie pacing methodically pacing towards a mother. A mother froze by the realization that her daughter was something more than dead, and that she was not on the menu. At the time, I hadn't begun watching scary movies and was not able to place the film. Years later I stumbled on the remake of Night of the Living Dead (1990). 

The scene which once froze my little mind was not a cause for cheering. The undead proletariat proved the fallacy of the self-preservation basement logic. A cause for celebration! Transformation! Transubstantiation! But what changed? The obvious answer is that between the 10 years between the two viewings I ingested a whole library of film and philosophy. 
The sensation changed from what I remember. Terror was replace…

Dear Zombies: This is not a eulogy. This is a behind the scenes.

Dear Zombies,

I created Interrogating Ideology With a Chainsaw in January 2014 because of a personal challenge. I was wrapping up my undergrad degree in social work and had spent the last year showing up to college up to 6 hours early to read. I had a favorite spot. A chair on the library balcony which hung over the atrium. What I didn't know at the time was that reading had become my safe space after 4 very difficult years in the Navy.

When I read my problems became puzzles. Socio-economic-Philo-psychological puzzles. The very social fabric became clearer and I felt powerful. As I progress through grad school I became more stress and disheartened about the capacity for social work to shift any noticeable change in the world.

After I graduated I struck out into my first job leveraging a family member. Three months later I had been fired and I institutionalized myself in the VA. A year before a friend had made it clear to me I wasn't just against the grain but diagnosable.

A mo…

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #27 We Have Such Kitty To Show You

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Dear Zombies: Fickle Muses

Dear Zombies.

It has been three months since my last confession. I was in a dark place. My day job became unbearable. Well, beyond unbearable... Work had been bad for at least a year and a half. A tipping point was reached in September and I made a change. Took a Job in Michigan and carted all my shit six hours west of Chicago.

The move was the best of all possible choices and an epic upgrade in the quality of life for Cthulhu and myself. Traffic is a thing of the past, and I feel freer. More grown up.

The stress of the old life creeps on me. Instigating an eye twitch that has been plaguing me for several months.

I hope to be creating again soon. Writing or painting or photography. Unpacking has taken much of my time over the last week since I made residence in the great mitten state.

It is so unfortunate that the stress of work life in Chicago crippled me so. Cycling thoughts caged my fickle inspiration.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #20

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IT (1990) - The Ontology of Clowns, Balloons and the Bloody Sink

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We all know that the most common form IT takes is Pennywise. A pale faced clown with red hair and an oversized forehead. But, what is the it of IT? Below I will explore the ontological fabric of Pennywise the Dancing Clown. What frame work supports Pennywise’s existence? How does this support operate in the subject to maintain the continuation of the clown’s presence?

The word “it” is a third person pronoun that captures the spirit of Pennywise. An entity who exists only in so far and to the extent that it is believed in. In this sense, he is wholly dependent on his victim for his power. Pennywise’s sensory intrusions, bloody photos, bloody sinks, balloons, sever to shake the ideological fabric of the victim.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #26 Nosferatu and the Box Troll Cat

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Dear Zombies: I hate Emails.

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I hate how savagely an email can ravage my mind. Thoughts of counter attacks and chess move ping pong my mind. Weaving insidious revenge stress. Boiling demands for justice. Oceans of hatred. Fabricated enemies leveling up to nemeses.

Reason. Is this such a big deal? Some email? Some strings of code weaving through the nether. Should I care? Be bothered? Even after gathering the thoughts of existential fruitlessness. I am still sleepless. Tossing across the pillows. Restless.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #25 Texas Caturday Massacre Edition

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