Fame

(high-pitched singing voice) “Fame, I wanna live forever, I wanna learn how to fly…fame.” Except fish don’t fly, unless they’re flying fish, so where does that leave this FisH™? In quite a conundrum I suppose, derp. Let’s drop a GIF below before we move on…hey here’s a flying fish…

…& another perhaps…

….well, THESE fish appear to be flying, or falling, flying & falling, sort of the same, but not at all. What the hell am I rambling about? Oy vey, Fish might need some rest, as I have been writing ALL NIGHT LONG…I might have a book I’m working on ’til the wee hours, til the witching hours, & beyond that too. I find that between the hours of 2am & 4am, my writing really shines, in a very Nicholsonian way, minus the ax & the murder & such. Just channeling my thoughts, “…all work & no play makes Fish a dull boy.” Ever hear of the “Wendy theory?” This is a fun rabbit hole, you’ll love this…

In the movie, The Shining, nearly everyone takes it from the point-of-view of Jack, or “Mr. Torrance,” as he’s often referred to in the film, particularly from Grady, or rather Grady’s ghost. Indeed, the film is quite chilling, yes? Now, imagine this…imagine the film from Wendy’s perspective, but as if she was insane, a paranoid schizophrenic, totally delusional, & hallucinating ALL of the events that take place in the movie. All of Jack’s “insanity,” just a projection form Wendy. Her son, & her son’s imaginary friend Tony, who he talks to via his finger, all in Wendy’s head. A totally hallucinated nightmare scenario, but only for Wendy, as the others try to manage, despite her outrageously severe mental disorder. I’m going to link a video below this paragraph, from the great Anthony Cumia, via his show at Compound Media, cleverly titled, “The Anthony Cumia Show.” Chrissie Mayr kind of sucks in my opinion, which I am entitled to. Ever seen her drunk? Ugh, what a lush, it’s so obnoxious & unattractive, just saying, & her stand-up…meh, not really my cup of earl gray, but to each their own, & I’ll stop with the digression now.

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Fortunately, Ant is there to keep the comedy furiously flowing, but also a solid 10-minute breakdown of “The Wendy Theory,” which I personally find fascinating. I can’t say whether or not it’s true, because Stanley Kubrick, besides being amongst the so-called “elites,” was very esoteric with his films. Great example is 2001: A Space Odyssey, which ironically connects directly to The Shining. His kid in the film, Danny, has an Apollo rocket shirt on. I’m sure some of you are aware, but some of you may not be, that there’s a “conspiracy theory” out there that suggests Kubrick helped fake the moon landing with his cinematography skills, & let his audience know, via Danny’s aforementioned Apollo rocket shirt. It’s a stretch yes, but he was exceptionally meticulous in his films. Ask any of the people who helped him make them, he was very neurotic about having things exactly perfect, perfect as he saw it anyway. Every little detail, EVERY detail, has meaning, so why would he pick that shirt for Danny?

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By the way, the Moon landing WAS faked, & I believe Kubrick helped, but that’s my own personal opinion. NO, I do NOT think the Earth is flat too. Why do people always assume one connects to the other? I don’t get that, but regardless, the Earth is very round, & always has been, but…we never landed on the Moon. Do you realize how BIG Space is, & how TINY you are? Seriously, it’s fucking huge, Space is YUGE, so insanely YUGE, & there’s NO way that shitty little hunk o’ junk they supposedly went there in had the capacity to go the Moon & back. Your cell phone, the one you’re probably reading this on, is over 1 MILLION times the computing power that they had back in the 1960s. Not to mention technology all around…why is it that as everything else advanced, but the space program went backwards? It makes no sense, we should have drones & little bases & constant flights to & from the Moon by now, nearly 60 years later, SIXTY YEARS, but we don’t…why? It’s the only technology to go backwards, but when you ask that dreaded question, “Why haven’t we been back to the Moon since the 1970s?”…the mob cries, “CONSPIRACY THEORIST,” then shuns you accordingly.” Can’t ask questions in Clownworld, particularly ones you can provide evidence for to the contrary of the broadcast narrative, nope, no facts here…honk honk honk…

This faked moon landing was all orchestrated to publicly, “BEAT THE RUSSIANS,” & nearly everyone bought it, buys it, & is gonna purchase it in the future unless the real truth is revealed. No one cares what I say, & no one listens, like I’m a ghost, the ghost of a can of “fish soup”👈🏻(type this into my search query on the right there if you’re on desktop/laptop). I will STILL say it though, & I’m in the process of moving this ENTIRE 4000-page Fopus Opus, Opus Fopus, to a usb drive…THEN I’m going to print it all out somehow…yep, ALL 4000+ pages on hard copy, so no matter what, they, your big tech overlords, can NEVER take my words away from me again. It’s a process sure, but a true labor of love, so to speak, & if the power ever goes out, like goes out out, all of this, is gone, gone into digital oblivion. Not if I have it all on hard copy paper though, a giant stack, I can’t even think of a 4000 page book off the top of my head. It must be done though, so Fish lives on, in infamy, & as if on cue, look who circled back around the wagon. Is that my infamous ouroboros, my beginning coming to an end?

Ever-so-famously, there it is, my circularity, my circling serpent, here to munch munch munch its own tail again, before starting all over in the next article. As par for this funhouse-themed mini-golf course, I was all over the place with this one, just letting it flow. I’ve mentioned this before, nearly ad nauseam by now, but I do not plan ANY of this beyond what equates to hearing a song on a distant radio station. I tune my dial, left to right, right to left, round & round, circling, until I capture the frequency. Then I crank that radio up, volume on full-blast, & my hands type type type, until this comes out, whatever this might be, as it’s subjective to you, dear reader. I don’t even know what I write, until it’s done, isn’t that weird? I don’t know, I guess I’m weird, one weird fish. Want to know something else? I never took a typing class, so I have to look at the keyboard the whole time I type. It’s very inconvenient, but I don’t know, maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to be, maybe that’s how I channel the channel. Nah, I just need to take a typing class, & maybe I will, someday, when I’m famous, or famously infamous, or none of the above. Actually, now that I sit here & ponder it, it would be really advantageous for me to NOT have to look at my hands to fix these grammar errors, but I digress, & the circle has looped, so it’s bye-bye from this pseudo-famous guy, for now…

Until next time, maybe we find our fame, or maybe we discover our infamy, but probably we’ll do neither, & it will just be another Friday to Friday, the famously infamous circle of a life mundane of fame. Thanks again for the shoutout to the man on the mic. So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all.