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Carol’s Fate? A Walking Dead Prediction

ImageThe sympathetic little girl that tried to humanize the zombies –by giving them names– might be the one feeding the zombies. Why? Well follow me here… If they have names, then they might as well be people, and if they’re people –in her mind– then people need to be fed. I’m talking about the girl that said girl’s sister said was “messed up”, rather than weak. She quickly corrected Carol, after Carol had asserted that the older sibling was weak. That “messed up” girl watched Carol kill her father before she could even reconcile his state, that “messed up” girl also took a large blade from Carol toward the end of the episode, lulling Carol into this belief that the “messed up” little girl had come to her senses and now has an understanding, but she hasn’t, and I do believe that we’re going to experience the irony of a woman (Carol) dying at the hands of a legacy she tried to leave by empowering those little rascals with Chris Hemsworth Huntsman abilities. Her effort to fortify and strengthen her people might result i

n her death. She should’ve taken heed to the little girl’s warning when she stated that her sister was “messed up”, rather than weak. In a show where dialogue is scarce, everything spoken and unspoken carries the weight of intent. And their intention behind Carol’s current character-arc within the story is quite clear. Carol is leaving a legacy, and she will probably get murdered by the one who doesn’t not understand the meaning of it. So, yes, Carol has come full circle as a character… and when a circle is complete… well. I’m @TravantiQuinn. Feel free to share your thoughts or predictions.

MadMen Season 6: EP6: For Immediate Release RECAP

An angry sneaky Pete performed a slalom down the steps, hilarity. Joan got upset at Don regarding the fact that he fired Jaguar, after she used her body for something much larger than the nothing that she thought it was. Peggy is living in a private hell because, now that the mid-level firms have merged to form super-creative, Peggy must deal with the fact that she was a true dirtbag to the Downy Bear Stan Rizzo… and she can not reconcile the Draper eclipse as she had really hoped that she could prove to herself that she could attain the highest degree of professional success on her own. No disrespect to Don, I’m sure. How about Don and Ted Cavanaugh’s commonground? They simultaneously reached a growth plateau when it came to their mid-sized firms, Don saw an opportunity as he instinctively does, and he seizes it. Luckily, Roger Sterling was a part of this process, had he not been, then the agency would’ve developed a deep distaste for Don’s singularity of decision-making. Joan had made it clear that it should be a team effort, the irony being that the IPO meetings were carried out by the majority of the partners behind Don Draper’s back.

The most interesting part of the drama comes about when:

1. The partners, MINUS Don, carry out these IPO meetings to expand the firm many-fold.

2. Don, wanting to do business with decent people, fired Jaguar because he never got over what that grimey dirtbag Herb had Joan do. Remember? “Not like this…” He said it twice in that one episode! Don got the last laugh.

3. When Don fired Jaguar, he extinguished the company’s Public IPO opportunity simply because he was unaware of the fact that this was taking place. Therein lies the cognitive dissonance. Kudos to the partners for taking initiative, shame on them from keeping their lord and savior Draper Christ out of the loop as though he isn’t their greatest advocate. The aforementioned leads me to my next point.

Pete Campbell had made mention, after one of the IPO meetings, that Donald Draper doesn’t care about money, that is an important allusion that will further explain why Draper does what he does. When his firm evolves, he evolves. He and his career are on the same trajectory. His business and his identity are ONE, he is his work, and that is why he will do business the way that he sees fit because unlike everyone else, his work is his life… And he will not compromise or sell his existence short. It is primary to all things…

4. Don and Ted Cavanaugh run into each other outside of a meeting with Chevy, that Roger Sterling facilitated –Yes, astounding how Roger found a way to turn his pleasure into business— to Ted’s dismay. Ted delivers a manifesto blueprinting the dual fate of the two stalemated firms, and begins to sink in… over drinks, of course… and Draper suddenly realizes what must happen and that it must happen NOW. Don pulled the trigger, urged that the two firms merge, performed an INCEPTION on the Chevy minds, and made them believe that the merger was Chevy’s idea so that the merger itself was possible. This deal would send their new firm to unparalleled new heights. Even if there was a problem at the office post Chevy acquisition, they’d pale in comparison to the problems pre-Chevy acquisition.

SO HERE’S the kicker, again… Bert, Pete, and Joan had worked tirelessly to get an IPO and take the company public… they succeeded in doing so, until Donald Draper followed his heart and fired that bag of wheat germ, Herb and his Jaguar. THAT nullified the IPO that Draper was completely unaware of, forcing him into emergency salvage mode –where he is at his greatest– and acquired Chevy AND another firm… When Donald Draper panics, he evolves like a Pokemon and so does the firm.

Don achieved the same goal of expanding the firm exponentially, but ironically, without the team that tried to expand the firm exponentially without Don. Ding! Ding! Don wins! And they will be temporarily sour about it, but luckily Roger Sterling –who was in cahoots, and empowered by the notion that he’s still got it– can and will defend Don and his efforts to take this company to another echelon and that the sour patch underlings will always profit from Don’s pain. Roger can talk his way out of anything. Again, Don doesn’t care about the money, his strife comes from the fact that the company is his life’s blood and will go through any measure necessary to keep it alive. 

You can chat with me at @TravantiQuinn

There is a plan for you, whether its your plan or not.

There is, indeed, a plan for you… but that plan is you operating within the structured parameters of someone else’s plan if you don’t follow through. Allow me to reiterate and rephrase…

There is a plan for you, be it your plan or someone else’s. We all have a plan, execute that plan or else you’ve been planned for. You’ve been accounted for by people that you’ve never met, and may never get to know. That’s all a part of their plan. They have everything to gain –according to plan– and you stand to lose if you have no plan because you have no clue what game you’re playing. You must move with purpose, or the moment you feel as though you lack it you’ll be assigned one. The core of you, once fueled by purpose will cool right on down to mere jaded monotony… task. And you’ll be ensnared in a loop of misery until you reacquaint yourself with you and purpose. I’ve been incredibly repetitive thus far, but only because I had to tell you what I was going to tell you, tell you, and then tell you about what I told you. That, my friend, is persuasion according to Jay Heinrich. I used the aforementioned example of persuasion, to serve as this particular blog entry’s purpose.

I wanted to embue you with the notion that you’re a part of an intricate network of purpose on a macro & microcosmic level… of varying proportion, of course, but they’re all related to one another somehow. Choice is the fulcrum of history. One moment hinges upon what you decide to do with the next. There is power in that. Know that its yours. Your plan, your purpose, your choice? You must take control of it. You must walk with direction, and not meander unless the purpose in doing so is to discover. Purpose is your origin. Lose that and you lose yourself. There should be purpose in everything that you say and do, and you will be granted the power that you were born with and destined to wield.

Loki –Thor’s brother– proclaimed that he was “burdened by glorious purpose”, which was a powerful notion to me because the only caveat that existed in his world was the fact that he no other choice but to achieve… Purpose. The greatest burden there is.

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“For Her” is for everyone.

 “For Her” is simply the best kind of production… haven’t heard anything this elaborate in a long long time… I felt like I was at a restaurant, staring at a menu with nothing but whole-number integers, no decimal points, & artwork food that you pay a hefty price to ruin with your mouth… a downtempo romantic ambiance… an upscale dining experience for two…. and I’m staring down at my wallet looking for new money to appear to cover the exorbitant tab. Unlike the dining experience, “For Her” provided so much for so little. It was Utopic. Enjoy the 6-Track “Live In Concert” collaboration between Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa available on iTunes.

Enjoy. By the way, its good to be back… The name is @TravantiQuinn, I’ll put that in the blog soon.

Reality’s Reality

Only a Reality TV Star can acquire style points for getting arrested or making headlines, they redeem their drama for cash prizes. You? You’d get thrown chin-first into a prison. No bail for you, unless S.S Grandma or another well-heeled loved one can get you out. And once you get out, you’ll be pushing a caravan of shopping carts across the blazing parking lot of a grocery store.

As for the Reality Star or Public Figure? They usually benefit from their public strife, because they have a paying audience who subscribes to their manufactured struggle. Like I said, or didn’t say, but am saying, controversy fuels the public figure’s career. You need 87′ Octane and Protein, they need to sock a photographer in the Canon Lens. What you’d get arrested for, or cast away as a social pariah for, they are rewarded for.

Although it is a fascinating thing, it isn’t a new thing. People have subscribed to the public lives of others for 1000s of years. There isn’t a motive force in human history that can do for you, what a spectacle can do for you. Ask P.T. Barnum. Yes, the circus dude. As quickly as you can rise, you can fall, but you can rise again, your audience loves to watch you rise, fall, and then redeem yourself. Its fucking weird, but hey, they’re your people not mine.

You see, the average man or woman lead a rather jaded and monotonous existence. When they get home from their triangle of perpetual boredom, they numb themselves via the vicarious consumption of things they will likely never experience. Never say never, I know, but if you’re sitting on a couch watching Storage Wars when you could be honing your craft, then probably never. And that’s perfectly fine, we need you too Mr. and Mrs. Escapist. 

Reality TV Stars and other public figures alike, are compensated for rendering a service to the subscriber, at the expense of their privacy, and maybe their own sense of reality. It takes an effort to maintain perspective, so decide what you will and won’t allow to validate your existence. 

Peace Sign,

@ironsheek

A.D.H.D – Kendrick Lamar

Halloween: The Feast of Pomona

We have a grand celebration coming up, Halloween! Halloween has a place deep within the recesses of World History, and a fascinating history it is. It has been linked to the ancient Roman Feast of Pomona, but it is more widely known as the descendent of Samhain (Sah-ween). Samhain is an Ancient Celtic celebration venerating the dead & disembodied

And then Christians came along, and did their “I don’t like this so I’ll just make it holy, hijack it, purify it, and deem you heathen” thing in the 7th and 9th century A.D. But hey, it was with love…? Oh, and the Irish had awesome sounding priests named Druids, who were highly intelligent and sound like that planet from Space Balls. Druidia. Well, that was my intro. Did you notice the hypertext links? Indeed. Click on those fuckers, they are to inform you.

By the way, sorry for the visual lack. I couldn’t find any picture regarding Samhain that didn’t look completely sinister.

Nevermind, Jack the Pumpkin….lan-ter-n will do?

Now, back to Halloween. Ahem.

Halloween season brings back an air of nostalgia. It is a reminder of youth, it harkens back to a time of perceived innocence (save Omen babies), and an unwelcome introduction to the cold. A cold that also invites the wind, who turned your invitation down in the summer when you could’ve actually used it.

I can’t forget the exorbitant amount of candy available during Halloween, one calender year‘s worth! We used to trick-or-treat for candy we wouldn’t eat all year, all night! Some houses would even give out real food, like hot dogs. Yes, hot dogs are food, food made from the remains of other foods. Franken-Food! I liked those residents, because they were the only houses who weren’t introducing us children to Type II Diabetes. A lot of kids, today, are this kid:

I have fond childhood memories of Halloween, but some things about a child’s Halloween have changed. Today? The parents are omnipresent, the kids are fat, their television shows are terrible which has little to do with Halloween, and they’re fat if I didn’t mention that already.

They even have a curfew to adhere to, they have approximately 36 minutes to do their trick-or-treat bidding! That would be due, in part, to heightened paranoia. Violence and burglary are the catalysts, you know, because violence is relatively new, and has only been a thing for the last two decades or so… give or take a forever.

The paranoia is denying the new kids an opportunity to enjoy what we were able to enjoy. Much like the casual police car ride home your fathers and uncles would tell you about. Eventually, they’ll just have to shoot candy at kids with arena guns to avoid any misunderstanding. You know, the guns that shoot high-powered T-Shirts at people. Ah…Parents just don’t understand.

Right on, Will Smith. That would explain your Clean Rap.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the upcoming cold weather. Maybe I did. No matter. In the impending winter months, Halloween season can be seen as a last-ditch hail mary pass toward the end zone, where single people in ridiculous uniform can search for wintertime Rental-Counterparts. Some refer to this period in time as Cuddle Season, I don’t, but I’ll abbreviate. It is a time where people feign interest in another warm-blooded mammal, so that they stay warm and mildly entertained during Winter’s social remission. The whoring resumes in the Spring, but a Groundhog must give mankind the ok to proceed with the new season. His sun-dial keeps excellent time, and someone created this horrible folklore.

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My apologies, Mr. Hog. The human race, well, they figured you would make a fine timepiece. I'm embarrassed every year, you're humiliated every year, can we call it even?...There isn't much to say.

Halloween has evolved. In some places, or many, I’m reaching for objectivity here, it morphed into some sort of patriarchal #1UP-manship. Halloween is a shadow whor-, excuse me, sexually repressed woman’s opportunity to express themselves…with little to nothing on…while using the word “Slutty” as a prefix to the costume that they’re wearing. “I would rather be naked most of the time” will masquerade under the guise of “Slutty.” The word is used as a prefix to any and every costume a woman can conceive of. For men, their costumes are a pop-culture reference that hopefully someone else gets. They perceive their costume to be a failure if nobody does.  I saw a guy dress up as a Facebook Page, and he was a hit! He probably gained 13 Facebook friends by the next morning. Another impressive costume was a woman dressed up as a lamp shade and an end table, the One Night Stand.

A DOUBLE ENTENDRE! It was brilliant!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the One Night Stand!

Costumes aren’t quite the same, and you will notice that a majority of the female population shop at what I like to call The Halloween Whore Emporium, but it is very entertaining to watch. Like the Legging Clan, who dress like Ninja Turtle Foot Soldiers.

Bumble Bee? No. -A Slutty Bumble Bee

A barrel? Nope. A Slutty barrel? The hell is that all about?

A buddy’s girlfriend told him, and I quote, “I’m going to be a Slutty Ghost for Halloween. I don’t know how its even possible, but I’m going to try.” That is alarming.

Whore-wear? I had no idea that this is what Halloween had been missing for centuries. Botox is to Hollywood, what ubiquity and scantily clad have become of Halloween. An odd injection, indeed. I enjoy Halloween, but what an interesting rendition this is. I can’t wait to partake!

When people ask me what I’m going to be for Halloween, I tell them: “The man who saved his money”, and you are going to love my costume! I am @Ironsheek, and I approve this message! HAPPY SAMHAIN!

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Collegiate Refugee

College made perfect sense during, say, Vietnam. Where everyone who wasn’t a middle-to-upper class WASP or a member of Jack & Jill got drafted. I’m pretty sure most of them preferred a degree over a Purple Heart for high-fiving a mortar. Today? The college conundrum has evolved.

People beyond it wish that they were within it, and people within it wish that they were beyond it. Some degrees have led to wonderful opportunities, while others have convinced the Tony Robbins’ of the world to create their own.

Bill Gates, didn’t finish. Mark Zuckerberg, didn’t finish. Mary Kay, Richard (who looks like Sabertooth) Branson, did not finish. Seriously, Branson looks exactly like Sabertooth —

Richard Branson is, in fact, Sabertooth

Some of the wealthiest mammals on planet earth needed college to convince them that they did not need college. However, they were already supremely talented so maybe they, could convince you, that you should attend college. You have yet to discover you, though they (Moguls) are well acquainted with themselves. You, on the other hand, may need college if, for no other reason, than to dual-wield the collegiate carbines of assumed credibility. Yes, it is a superficial I matter. That, my friend, was a Halo reference… and I do believe that I nailed it.

College, to the mega-wealthy-brainy-charismatic-elite, was an obstacle. Then again, they already had a vision. Their imaginative world was far more vivid than that of a pale institution, they had advanced ambition, and a professor cannot teach that. Especially a professor who could fail their own test if it were given to them…with a study guide…multiple choice.

If you have a vision, stop at nothing to see that it reaches fruition. If study at a university can serve as a catalyst, then I recommend that you give the university their front-end money although their student-loan goons will slowly collect the back-end for a decade. Yes, I liken student loan lenders to Mobsters who don’t dress like out-of-shape break dancers or Rick Pitinos’, I would imagine that they dress more like Dilbert. Google him. He’s cool.

This is what a non-descript Salli Mae "Thank you sir, one second sir, thank you for that sir"" voice looks like

Over the cost of a lifetime, it is a smaller price to pay than assuming the life of someone Spiderman would’ve webbed up in an alley. Thug life.

For the cliché monger who says “School isn’t for me”, that is ridiculous. How about, life isn’t for you. You can’t get an education in your exact shoe size.

P.S. You can educate yourself for free if you’d like, or almost free. Or half-priced, check out Half-Price Bookstore.

Oh, and I typed this blog from my phone…. shut up.

I’m @Ironsheek

Idiot Idiom: It Goes Without Saying

It goes without saying“, doesn’t. Clearly. Especially when the person is, in fact, saying it. Yes, I said it. Who needs that phrase? I don’t, its evil. Do you know what I need? Thanksgiving! What a wonderful tradition Thanksgiving is, but It goes without saying for no other reason than to just say it? That is a problem. It knows it, the user doesn’t, and the planet is a vortex of irrational rationale because of it.

Definition – It Goes Without Saying: Something that should be generally accepted or understood.
Really? Something that should be generally accepted or understood? Ironic. What irony? Don’t worry, I’ll spoon-feed you the chicken noodle soup of truth. I’m kidding, ok, I’m not.

If “It goes without saying” should be generally accepted or understood, it should ACTUALLY go without saying! Thus, eliminating the idiotic idiom. Ideal, right? Am I angry? No, I’m not angry. CAPS LOCK is angry, and visually unappealing, and Samuel L. Jackson’s natural speaking voice. I digress.

What do we have here? Legions of people using “It goes without saying” without recognizing that, by definition, there is no need to say it. The only thing that goes without saying is something that you were gracious enough not to say.

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Love,

@Ironsheek

 

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