this is the second post on a new blog
There is something about statements of indisputable truth that make me want to scream something very loudly, happily. Hence the title.
Today I woke up in time for church and put on some eyeshadow. I then went to church with my parents and sat through a sermon that was decidedly pro-government and we were all rather pissed off about it as we wolfed down our Kalguksu and forked at our tiramisu cake slice and gobbled up our drinks and then took a taxi to NewCore outlet and I just zoned out, I suppose, and then we came home and then I think I came online about then, I’m quite the addict when it comes to the internet, I do believe the internet is too good to be true and that’s why it won’t last very long. I think I should save this thought for another post, another time, another time.
And I went shopping with my mother for food and such, and ate things once we got home. Today I watched South Park and cleaned my room and put some music on and chatted on msn to various and sundry friends so very dear to my heart. Now I want to blog about Kenny.
I think it is because my room is so clean. I can actually see the floor. It’s been a long time since this has been possible, so I feel happy that the floor is clean. The books are in orderly stacks and the clothes are tucked away.
Kenny is one of the main characters in South Park. He wears a big orange coat and orange gloves almost all of the time and his face is always mostly hidden in the depths of an orange hood. (I just ended an msn conversation with K-. We agreed to watch the movie 24 city. Actually it’s more like he suggested it. I don’t know movies.) The resultant areas of facial exposure resemble a big-eyed clam. Kenny’s words are almost always muffled and the viewer can’t really catch what he’s saying, but Kenny’s friends understand what he’s saying, and the experienced viewer can make rather accurate guesses as to what Kenny’s saying by combining his inflections with his tone of voice and the general situation he’s in.
Kenny dies all the time, usually in gruesome ways. His death is taken for granted ninety nine percent of the time. His friends Stan and Kyle have a routine in which they immediately follow a Kenny death with the words, “Oh my god, they killed Kenny!” and “You bastards!” The ‘they’ in question can be anything from a randomly fallen piano to a towel. I like to think of this as the ritual of Kenny. But sometimes the Oh my god thing is omitted altogether and Kenny’s squashed or burnt or rotting remains just get cleaned up as everyone carries on like nothing happened. Once there was actually an episode in which Kenny’s death was mourned over and Kenny even got a funeral. Kenny’s parents are so fucking poor you would not believe it, or something. I think he has a filthy elder brother as well. They hate it when Eric calls them poor, from what I’ve been able to deduce. Wow, this would be the most fucked up SAT sample essay and I would take many pains to correct it if it counted at all, this thing I’m writing I mean, but back to Kenny.
I watch lots of South Park. When I’m restless for something to do, and I need bright simplified colors delineating shitloads of irreverent crap, I watch South Park. It should make me hilariously angry, but it’s comfortable to sink into. I don’t take it seriously. Then again, I wouldn’t mind if I took it seriously. Then again, sometimes when the viscera and mindless 2D blood just spurts out like any other thing, I get a little exasperated in spite of myself. It works to blank me out, though. I watch episode after episode. It’s like drinking water with dead gnats in it, if you don’t think about what the gnats are. I tongue the corpses of the gnats as the liquid makes its effortless way into my throat, glug glug, with Kenny dying all the time.
This is why I don’t want to intellectualize South Park, or analyse it in any way because I think I would be forced to look straight at the gnats and suddenly realize that all the food I’ve been eating all my life has been gnat poop and the air is wriggling with fat, incandescent maggots and I’m actually a person who will die someday. It always does come down to that. I know, whatever. This is why I just want to write about Kenny. He dies all the time. And in one of those many episodes I saw he gets born again as a little brother or something, and I don’t know how else and what else. But he dies all the time.
