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Fedoras & The Existential Crisis of A Penguin: Shit You Should Be Knowing

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SADLY

and maybe embarrassingly enough, I've become intrigued by the Fedora hat. It's a tricky situation, really. You see, I'm a late bloomer in all manners of living/trends. I'd like to pretend I'm being modest. I'd like to. I really really would. I am obsessed with the male accessory which is known as the Fedora. It's a bit pre-last year fahion[y] but I don't care. Strangely enough, whenever I would see a male wearing a Fedora, I would just simply assume that person to be an asshole. I think I could pull it off, gang. I really think I could make the Fedora work for me. Fedora. It even sounds lovely and rolls off the tongue all elegantly. "Would you like to touch my Fedora?", Please pardon me. I must fetch my Fedora before we leave." "Sophia Fedora Simpson" C'mon people! Get behind me on this point! Inevitably a few people will be of the mind to challenge my attraction to the Fedora -- Giving me flak and such. Needless to say, I'll take that flak, slice and dice it into tiny parcels, bundle these parcels and sell them to foreign investors. Then I'll reacquire these parcels of flak at a rate, bundle them tighter and shove them up your backside. Cheers!

I don't want to admit to the general public that I watched the Oscars on Sunday night but I did do. I just think such Hollywood affairs are so decadent, pointless and allocates too much attention to matters of vanity, really -- Which is really funny because I just allocated a paragraph going on about a fucking Fedora.... But it was on as background noise to whatever I was working on. To my surprise, I was actually impressed with the procession. Because of my education and training in Digital Animation, people constantly and incorrectly assume I'm super stoked about the Digital Animated Film category. To be perfectly honest, I could give a fuck. I do love special effects but if the storyline is some basic visual wankoff for the purposes of entertaining infants, we've really not come a long way. Have we? However, Amelie was a step in the right direction which combined awesome plot and visuals. I digress.

Apart from seeing my gf, Anne Hathaway (hehhhhhhhhhhhh) lose her designated category, I was really excited to see what film would win Best Documentary. I've seen all the movies, appreciated ALL of them but was hoping "Encounters At The End of The World would win. Unfortunately, it did not. Encounters At The End of The World is basically about the various people who reside and work in/on Antarctica. It's beautifully shot and if you get a chance to rent it, please do so in Blu-Ray. The trailer is here.

I've taken the liberty in editing a clip [above], re-encoding the clip and uploading the clip to youtube for your enjoyment. I spent 45 minutes doing so, so please give it a fucking glance. The clip reveals my soft spot exposed, I guess. I've not really gotten emotional during a movie in recent memory. I fully admit to completely breaking down whilst watching the above mentioned sequence of events. The documentarian basically comes across a marine scientist who's this social recluse (important info.) who has dedicated his life to studying Penguins. The above clip is directly after talking to the scientist. It was at exactly 0:53 (in the above clip) when I, categorically, lost it. The "demented penguin" as the narrative suggests, looks back one more time at his colony before committing himself to his own fate. The penguin then trods off, with absolute resolution, into oblivion. It does my head in.

Because penguins have an anatomical disposition of looking like they're walking in preparation for a hug, it almost looks like he's embracing this fate he's chosen. That's dreadfully heavy.

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