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Fare Thee Well, Dolly

I had a much dumber post prepared for today. It’s been rescheduled because I’m legitimately upset about the death of Dolly Parton. I know that all things must come to an end and that includes people’s lives but the world is a little bit dimmer because of it. I could go on about how thinking like this is parasocial as well but I would prefer to just sit with my sadness and see what it makes me feel.

There were many things that I admired about her, the first was that she accepted in many ways that she was a bit ridiculous. She called herself an eyesore instead of a fashion icon. As someone who always grew up weird and struggled to find acceptance, seeing her just doing her own thing always made me feel a bit better.

But beyond that, there was the kindness she showed. This is one of my favorite tweets about her:

It makes me wonder how many musicians were born from her charity. We already saw that one of the greats of our generation, Lil Nas X was covering her music and she was showing support for him as well.

Here’s the performance as well. It’s incredible.

This does bring me around to how I became acquainted with Dolly in the first place. The White Stripes covered Jolene and because I was obsessed with the White Stripes I had to find out where that song came from. I had at the time, foolishly, written off Dolly Parton as a bit of a joke because I was young and edgy, read: stupid.

But then I sat down and listened to her music and realized that she like those other old school country greats, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn and Alison Krauss, their songs were so universal because they tapped into something deep inside of us. The melancholy and trouble with living. The pain of love found and rejected. That’s why I keep coming across artists from all walks of life covering Dolly because everything she says just resonates.

Losing someone is never a fun thing to go through. It’s an ending and it cuts you off from the possibilities of the future. But for those left behind, it gives us reason to examine those that have left and to learn from them. I for one will try to emulate her kindness, selflessness and charity. Her light might be gone, but we can try and light up the world in our own way.

Pokemon Can Kill You In Many Ways

I love the Pokemon franchise greatly. But I have always had a problem with the fact that they send ten year olds out to catch these little monsters. I’ve gone on at length that I doubt many of these kids come back. In fact, the lore says that many of them don’t come back.

Just imagine that pikachu is a child

But then I was thinking that you don’t even need to leave your home to get killed by your pokemon. They don’t even have to mean it. I mean that mostly through friendship evolutions and not the terrible murderer that is Bewear.

Lifeless eyes, like a doll’s eyes, the ruthless killing machine

Before I get to my point about friendship evolutions let me show you the pokedex entries about Bewear.

Read those entries. You catch one of these soulless monsters and it comes in to give you a hug. You’re feeling pressure on your arms and back and suddenly snap. You can’t move anymore and you feel your soul leaving your body. If you’re lucky, it won’t eat you though at that moment it won’t matter because you’ve been crushed by this monstrous bear. Gotta catch ’em all.

The thing about friendship evolution is unlike other forms of evolution, it can happen at any time. So, say you take a nap with your friend like I would with my cats on the bed. In fact, that’s where we’ll start. You take a nap with your lovable meowth.

Maybe he looks at you as you fall asleep and thinks about how much he loves you and friendship evolves into Persian.

And gains sixty pounds. That would make sleeping so uncomfortable. But it’s not deadly. For that, you would need to fall asleep with Munchlax.

Very cute, a bit heavier at 231 pounds. That’s just the size of a person. Now say the same thing happens and he friendship evolves into Snorlax.

You’re not coming back from that because he weighs over 1000 pounds. He would crush you without skipping a beat. It would at least be peaceful. You would go quietly into that good night. Possibly unless you woke up as you feel his body crushing you.

I might make this a series about all the ways you can die in the Pokemon world. There are so many.

Father’s Day

Being a fatherless child these days

What should this day become?

Should it be ignored and left on the shelf

Pushed to the back of my mind

Where it can only tug at my brain

And make me sad out of nowhere

Or should it become a day of remembrance

Talking and thinking about all the things

Dad and I used to do

The things he said, the way he smelled

How that changed once he quit smoking

Either and any way

It doesn’t matter

There’s no way to make me less sad

Or miss him any less