Modern American malaise is sort of all about the world being your oyster, and deeply believing you’re entitled to that oyster, and then not having a knife to shuck that shit open and getting totally fucking furious and smashing it against the nearest rock a few thousand times until you’ve pulverized the precious pearl inside into a fine sand and it’s worth less than if you jarred your own piss and tried to sell it, because nobody wants to buy your sad fucking pearl dust, okay? Nobody.
This is why Eastbound & Down was one of the best shows ever broadcast on television. It just finished last night. Six episodes, and then it’s out. Fuck Jackson Pollock, Kenny Powers is the face of wounded, unfulfilled, crumbling and yet somehow still unbridled masculinity. Also, he’s a fucking moron who moves through this life never having learned a single thing.
Just like Neal Armstrong, I went to space and now I’m back, and nobody gives a shit. Therefore, I will now settle into this new life. I will find new ways in which to use this arm. I will take my current responsibilities seriously, and try to do them the best that I possibly can. And realizing that the love of my life has chosen another, I will move forward. Without her.
I do all these things not because I want to, but because I have to. From this moment forward, Kenny Powers is just like everyone else. Normal. Not special. No hopes or dreams. Pretending to be happy when he’s really super sad. Just an average guy with exceptional hair. Nothing more, and nothing less.
i’ve only seen eastbound and down one time, and as much as it made my skin crawl i knew i could fall in love with it. there was one scene where he got bummed out and just went out on his jet ski and in the middle of the lake stands up and steps off. in other news, i’ve been watching a lot of ‘americas funniest home videos’–and it’s really amazing to see how that show is really the grandfather of all things funny/contagious on the internet–like a hosted youtube watching show on television.