I believe that my neighbors are vampires. They are rarely seen outside their home between dawn and dusk. Their windows are covered in towels or curtains and each of them can be seen wearing a frilly, lace cravat. Okay, that last part isn’t true, but I can assure you that hypothetical vampirism is not the only reason I don’t care for them. Their front porch conversations from 8 PM to midnight accompanied by intermittent dog barking make them difficult to abide. Their yard is also a mess of empty plastic bottles and paper which often end up in my own yard. However, the main source of my disdain is a broken down Lincoln Continental which sits in front of my house, baring the bumper stickers “My kids have paws” and “I heart fat boobies”. This Detroit ghost ship began its residency in front of my house almost a month ago, right before my own car broke down for the first time. My car now runs and I have to park behind this inconvenient eyesore which serves as a constant reminder of broken social contracts, and all I can think is, “We baked them cookies.”
The cookies were a welcome gesture when they moved in, but the real focus of new neighbor cookies is a magical contract. Introducing yourself to your new neighbors and passing them sweets is supposed to tell all parties involved “Hey, now that you see my face and know my name, you’ll be less likely to treat me like garbage in the future.” By eating the cookies, my neighbors were to enter into a binding entente wherein they would observe unwritten social rules. Unfortunately, my neighbors saw no such accord, they only saw cookies.
And now here we are, me wondering how I can get them to quiet down at night, clean up their yard, and move their damned automobile, and all I can muster is “but…but they ate the cookies!” Then I wonder, “Am I the asshole?” They’ve broken no concrete rules, only unwritten ones. I’ve not spoken to them about these amorphous infractions, because I think these are things everyone should know. Am I being an elitist? These are the precise existential crises that the cookie bargain was created to avoid.
In other news, you may have seen a new episode of MOOT premiere online in the past week. This episode asks the question “Are video games art?”. I wrote a bit of this episode and I hope you check out the rest of the series. It’s pretty brilliant.
Also, there are new, colorful title cards for Victorian Cut-out Theatre on YouTube and on Cinevore. These were created at the request of the Cinevore high sheriffs to spruce up the "front parlour" of the show. I love it and am a little embarrassed that I didn’t do this sort of thing from the jump. Marketing VCoT has been an evolving process since the beginning and I am always thrilled to see what new coat of paint we can apply to the program.
More animation is happening as I continue to develop season 3 of VCoT, and even more writing is happening for submission projects, but nothing I can talk about right now.