[Opinions] I kinda like it...but...
in reply to a message by Ludwig
In a way that involves very little actual liking. You know, it's like greige or comic sans or brown nail-varnish or those grandmother's curtains florid flower prints all the highstreet clothes are enamored with... it's completely hideous to an almost offensive degree, it lacks all sense of good taste or elegance, and yet has just enough plasticy artifice to remind you at 3a.am that good god, someone deliberately came up with that. And yes, 9 out of 10 times, it elicits horror but there's still those moments where it's ugly-intriguing and weirdly compelling.
Eh, I like to put in the odd combo just to see if there's anything that works or transforms Aubrey form a tacky, awkward, gauche milksop of the name. Or you know, combos that are so squick that they're fun and lame and so-bad-they're-good and take on a splendor of their own. Or combos with a nice name, because I'm decidedly weird enough to appreciate the contrast and oddness of something great and something horrible together... from time to time. You know, a nice + horrible combo can sometimes be like... erm... drunk cooking... You know "I love ice-cream and hate gherkins, and this is drunken 2a.m gherkin sundae is revolting and oi... hands off, if I eat enough, I'll either be sick or start liking it. Either way, there's a kind of genius at work, a sick, warped one but still..." (erm...*cough*... I don't do that)... if any of makes sense?
Or maybe it's just me and my weird interest in awkward, unpleasant, dorky things...
Eh, I like to put in the odd combo just to see if there's anything that works or transforms Aubrey form a tacky, awkward, gauche milksop of the name. Or you know, combos that are so squick that they're fun and lame and so-bad-they're-good and take on a splendor of their own. Or combos with a nice name, because I'm decidedly weird enough to appreciate the contrast and oddness of something great and something horrible together... from time to time. You know, a nice + horrible combo can sometimes be like... erm... drunk cooking... You know "I love ice-cream and hate gherkins, and this is drunken 2a.m gherkin sundae is revolting and oi... hands off, if I eat enough, I'll either be sick or start liking it. Either way, there's a kind of genius at work, a sick, warped one but still..." (erm...*cough*... I don't do that)... if any of makes sense?
Or maybe it's just me and my weird interest in awkward, unpleasant, dorky things...