Friday, May 26, 2006

An exercise in the dramatic present tense

I'm watching TV late at night, flipping through the channels. At the end of the cycle are eight to ten scrambled channels. They're not really in our program package, but we apparently get just enough for the automatic channel selector to lock onto them.

The colors are distorted, inverted. The angles are skewed, bending people and things into impossible shapes. It's all noise and chaos. The pictures make no sense at all, untill suddenly the eye adjusts to something, a shape, a face, it holds for a split second, it's gone.

I usually skip that part of the channel cycle and flip back to one, but on this particular night I want to postpone the dreaded moment when I have to admit to myself that there's nothing on, so I'm sitting there watching this badly adjusted channel, getting into the rhythm of it:

– Black and white inverted – it moves upwards and across – blue and yellow – something that looks like letters – it turns to noise – green and red – there's a woman with a necklace, she's drinking wine – black and white inverted – it moves upwards and across – blue and yellow – something that looks like letters – it turns to noise – green and red – is it the same woman? She's opening a door – black and white inverted – it moves upwards and across – blue and yellow – something that looks like letters – it turns to noise – green and red – oh my, that's quite a rack she's got – black and white inverted – it moves upwards and across – blue and yellow – something that looks like letters – it turns to noise – green and red – Whoa! OK, now I'm pretty sure this is porn – black and white inverted – it moves upwards and across –

Then the cycle changes, it turns back upon itself and rolls the other way, but quicker, flip, flip, flip, roooll... Flip, flip, flip, roooll... It holds still for a long second; a man is ejaculating over the girl's greenish face. The inverted colors make the scene look unreal, her eyes are black holes and her open lips are clear blue.

The spurts of semen look like jets of ink, black against her green skin, and I'm thinking: What a metaphor! Flip, flip, flip, roooll... It's gone.

12 Comments:

Anonymous ungovernable said...

Mikkel for faen
I ordered chicken but this tastes like pork

2:17 pm  
Blogger MGL said...

You mean kinda like this?

2:45 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Dude, you have too much spare time.

2:51 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Hey www.girlfriend.gov/unable, that is one killer comment.

3:02 pm  
Anonymous unforgivable windup said...

well ok, but hey we cant all have brains the size of a coco de mer.
though I don't know why.
now, when I say 'madagascar'..

4:09 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

It's more like a skillingsbolle in my case, but at least I'm immune to hypnosis.

4:24 pm  
Anonymous ungorvenable cinnamon craving said...

Oh i envy you that skillingsbolle!
whereas to the other scheme, it was worth a try.

4:48 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Watch the globe... Watch the globe...

5:05 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

Yes people, it really sucks to have the small cable package deal.

6:41 pm  
Anonymous ungovernable said...

that is so true and there's not a gifle in the world that can replace skillingsboller, its just not the same

8:43 pm  
Anonymous ungovernable said...

wait a minute, i don't even have a cable package deal anymore.the guy in the building just opposite mine on the top floor watches a lot of porn, so i guess i'm ok like that every time i look out the window. actually its quite depressing.

9:02 pm  
Blogger surly fag said...

constantinople

5:41 am  

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