Watch Woody Woo

Earlier this month, I attended a film series called Wise Cracks at the British Film Institute (BFI).

The tribute to Woody Allen's comedic works placed some of my favourite films on the big screen. What a very special way for me to add a few more of his films to my existing roster. See my updated list below:

1. Hannah & Her Sisters

2. Annie Hall

3. Manhattan

4. Husbands & Wives

5. Sleeper

6. Vicky Christina Barcelona

7. Crimes & Misdemeanors

8. Everyone Says I Love You

9. Midnight In Paris

Woody Allen is unforgivingly honest in his portrayal of life, relationships and all their associated complications. And since the dynamics of social interaction has always interested me, I naturally found his blend of humour and phychoanalysis very entertaining. Not to mention I adore his vulnerability, neurosis and awkward confidence.

In the past, I've even declared Woody Allen as my ideal mate. Comments of this kind are usually met with laughter and considerable rowing, but to me it makes perfect sense. Intelligence, a sense of humour and purpose in life are all things that I find incredibly attractive so of course I want Woody to adopt me!

Twee x3

Coincidences always give me a burst of excitement. In a strange way, I think it validates my life by convincing me that my actions are just as the world intended and all things are falling perfectly into place. It's dumb, but I can't help it.

So whilst chatting with a friend, I was overcome with amusement when I realized that twee, a simple childhood nickname was actually incredibly expressive of my current condition. Here are the translations for the word twee... 


Dictionary Twee: affectedly or excessively dainty, delicate or cute
'80s Twee: coined by my brother, this was my childhood nickname 
British Twee: a slang term to denote chiefly British behaviors


Actually, I'm the polar opposite of twee by the dictionary definition, but accept that it well appears to be an apt descriptor on the surface. If you ask my brother, he'll claim that I earned the twee title because I was once small, annoying and constantly chirping. These days I'm quite twee in an entirely new way as I live in Britain and have eagerly adopted elements of British culture including tea, scones and football (I used to say soccer). 


How very twee of me. 

Raising the Crazy Quotient

I hit a low point last week as I began to appreciate the need for disgruntled employees to dismember their bosses. Additionally, I began to understand the many reasons for one to bear firearms in Walmart on Black Friday. The systems we operate within even rob us from our right to throw a tantrum!

As creatures of the modern world, our psychological stamina is tested on a daily basis. The average schmuck deals with injustice, incompetence and emotional injury so consistently that it often goes unoticed and the expectation is to absorb such offenses without reaction. How unatural! Of course, this excludes ruling bodies such as government, corporate, organised criminals, et al. It's like Goodfellas. You're best advised to keep our mouth shut in front of the bosses (where everyone's your boss) and provide the expected payment whether it be money or action.

The builder just foot you with an invoice that nearly doubles his quote?
Fuck you. Pay me.
Your doctor sees you at 11AM for your 9:45AM appointment?
Fuck you. Pay me.
And no new mobile phone for you, that bonus is only for new customers?
Fuck you. Pay me.

Living under such oppressive and imbalanced circumstances will inevitably foster ill will and may eventually charge individuals to rebel. Willfully or not, the resulting violence that exists within us all can brew, boil and bubble over as all erruptions do (in a natural, but most unacceptable way). So the freaks that go all Rambo in their work offices or local shopping centres suddenly don't seem too different from you or I. They simply did not absorb the bruise and battery we're all conditioned to accept everyday. We're all very close to going ballistic. It won't be all of us, but it could be any one of us.  

Last week I spent 1 hour travelling to an appointment on a train in the rain, but was refused as I was 8 minutes late. Okay, my fault. I repeated the journey the next morning, but was turned away again because it took 1.5 hours due to signal failure delays on the train. NOT MY FAULT! Over 2 hours spent, 2 days impacted, not a lick to show for it and a 3rd voyage pending? At that moment, I truly could have justified the use of firearms.


A bit of an extreme reaction?
Fuck you. You weren't there.

Thankfully, I'm not that crazy.
I'm also thankful to not be in jail:)

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