It's a well-known legend that Walt Diszey was cryogenically preserved. It's less well-known that he continued to direct his productions post-mortem.
After Diszey's so-called "Death" electrodes were carefully attached to his organs.
These electrodes were fed to a computer. This computer was sensitively programmed to interpret its incoming signals from Walt's brain. These signals gave & give important guiding instructions for the production of new morality plays. These guide-posts feature "Gnomes" but never the "little green men" of "Peyote Spirits", for example.
ahhhhh, If only magik were more appreciated as the alluring drippings of Pussy B.O.D. pheremoans sucking us into the black hole of Never-Never-Land reproduction.
& what are the Darwinian implications of all this? Pause to consider that our so-called "animal nature" is our "B.O.D." - our "Biological Over-Drive" - the instinct that tells us to fuck our brains out regardless of whether our intellect says NO- A thoroughly gratifying experience regardless of whether our anal-sex instinct says "no" in hind-site.
"Monkeys Go Home"? - but why? Diszey had 2nd thoughts. Are the monkeys that different from dwarves? In this time of de-evolution, maybe it's better to have Snow White's infertile brown-eye sullied by the painless penetrators than to have the Barbarians win home their point.
But back to the electrodes: Diszey was of a split-brain. A sadist of the medical persuasion was diverting Diszey's left-right interaction. This diversion was, indeed, causing some confusion. "Should the hero be a western "Imperialist" or a sterilizing "German"" - so many choices..
Ahh.., let's use the British, on one side at least, they've civilized the conquered world to pre-"Barbarian" Latinism.
Yes, absent-minded we are, Did we tell you that most North Americans don't believe that Propaganda exists in "their" country precisely because the propaganda is sold as purely entertainment without mention of the moralistic sub-text?
But, I keep diverging. Poor Walt is there, frozen, waiting for the 2nd coming, & sending out instructions to his staff infection. Fertilizing them, so to speak. Flying the flak.
Flying Machines to fertilize or sterilize as they see fit - & poor Walt's waiting there, more or less immobile, waiting sadly for the right suffragette necrophile to cum & salivate his princely plant.
Anyway, this is neither here nor there, the gist of it is that the post-modern hero has the Genet/Borowski understanding that all is desperation but still manages to transcend it all with an attidude that transcends the traps with a "black-humor" that brings a "Luciferian Light" to the confusedly dishonest.
Wait a minute, did you say something?
It's a well-known legend that Walt Diszey was cryogenically preserved. It's less well-known that he continued to direct his productions post-mortem.<p> The circumstances surrounding this ground-breaking experiment are shrouded in mystery. After the funeral, to avoid emotional trauma, no-one close to Diszey had been allowed a role in the preservation process. After Diszey's complete ceasing from animation electrodes were carefully attached to his brain.
These electrodes were fed to a computer. This computer was sensitively programmed to interpret the incoming signals from Walt's brain. These signals gave & give important guiding instructions for the production of new films. These guide-posts feature "Gnomes" but never the "little green men" of "Peyote Spirits", for example.
But something was wrong. Technicians experimented with cutting into Diszey's brain. <p>He began to feel like a test animal.
A cat, a lamb, a monkey, a shaggy dog. Vivisection victims all. Despite his freezing, or because of it, Diszey's brain was covered with spots & other patterns that seemed to create interference in his transmission. More surgery was attempted but Diszey's direction got more & more split brain as a result.
The assistant directors were frantic. Their jobs depended on following Walt's directions to the letter - but THIS COULDN'T BE THE TYPE OF FILM HE WANTED THEM TO MAKE! The technicians & doctors were frantic. Their jobs depended on keeping this cutting edge technology running smoothly - but the DISZEY SPOTS kept coming.. 5:31 "Snow White &.." 5:39 24 second pause Even Snow White's purity was sullied by the mysterious putrefaction. It was too late to turn back now, the surgeons had to keep editing Diszey's brain in the hope of putting it back on the right track. But things kept getting worse & worse. Bullwhip Griffin kept popping up in plots where his presence made no sense. 6:03 "The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin" 7:00 16 second pause "What we need is an absent-minded professor type." An outside expert, willing to be sworn to secrecy, had to be called in. Who this expert was we'll probably never know. 7:16 "Shaggy Dog / Absent Minded Professor" 8:10 25 second pause What had started out simply enough, a western hero, some mythology, was turning into a confused nightmare of fragmentation. The outside consultant had tried to fuse the parts of Walt's brain back together but had somehow gotten one of the halves upside-down & backwards in relation to the other one. 8:35 "Gnome Mobile" 9:06 16 second pause But, I keep diverging. Poor Walt is there, frozen, waiting for reanimation, & sending out instructions to his staff infection. Fertilizing them, so to speak. Flying the flak. 9:22 "..Flying Machines" 9:36 19 second pause Maybe a woman's touch was called for. All of the doctors & technicians & the absent- minded professor were men. Perhaps calling in someone who knew Walt intimately might trigger the return to coherence. But could she stomach his appearance? 9:55 "Thoroughly Modern Millie" 10:12 21 second pause Carefully they brought her in, the shock of his open skull-cap might be too much for her. "Oh MY GOD!" she screamed, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" "I told you this wasn't a good idea" said one of the technicians aside. 10:33 "..Fighting Prince of Donegal" 10:51 25 second pause They tried to calm her down. "BUT, BUT, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" she exclaimed, "YOU'VE MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. THIS ISN'T WALT DISZEY, IT'S SIDNEY PETERSON!" 11:16 [end]
Even Snow White's purity was sullied by the mysterious putrefaction. It was too late to turn back now, the surgeons had to keep editing Diszey's brain in the hope of putting it back on the right track. But things kept getting worse & worse. Bullwhip Griffin kept popping up in plots where his presence made no sense.
"What we need is an absent-minded professor type." An outside expert, willing to be sworn to secrecy, had to be called in. Who this expert was we'll probably never know.
What had started out simply enough, a western hero, some mythology, was turning into a confused nightmare of fragmentation. The outside consultant had tried to fuse the parts of Walt's brain back together but had somehow gotten one of the halves upside-down & backwards in relation to the other one.
But, I keep diverging. Poor Walt is there, frozen, waiting for reanimation, & sending out instructions to his staff infection. Fertilizing them, so to speak. Flying the flak.
Maybe a woman's touch was called for. All of the doctors & technicians & the absent- minded professor were men. Perhaps calling in someone who knew Walt intimately might trigger the return to coherence. But could she stomach his appearance?
Carefully they brought her in, the shock of his open skull-cap might be too much for her. "Oh MY GOD!" she screamed, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" "I told you this wasn't a good idea" said one of the technicians aside.
They tried to calm her down. "BUT, BUT, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" she exclaimed, "YOU'VE MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. THIS ISN'T WALT DISZEY, IT'S SIDNEY PETERSON!"
