wile e. coyote and road runner


Me talking about Wile E Coyote, honestly…

and i know it’s important to feel your feelings in order to work through them but what am i supposed to do if im sitting in the dark and my feelings crowd out all the good things that happened today. my feelings aren’t malleable, they are not dough, i cant knead them out no matter how calloused and strong my fists are

sometimes my feelings are concrete and when I feel them, its like the acme anvil that crushes wile e. coyote and im not road runner fast enough to dodge either

so im sorry

im so sorry i cant open up to you, its not you, i promise, it really isnt. but sometimes keeping myself from imploding means i have to forget I exist, just for a little while

the 3 levels of existential awareness (as learned from watching road runner over the years):
child me: why is the coyote trying to eat that cute bird. haha bad stuff happened to the mean coyote, see that pathetic look he’s giving me as he plummets to his doom? i am laughing at him!
teen me: why is all this terrible stuff happening to the coyote? he’s just trying to eat. stop laughing at him, road runner!
adult me: coyote is his own worst enemy, but he never stops dreaming and working. his struggle is my struggle. see that painfully self-aware look he’s giving me as he plummets to his doom? i am laughing with him.

  • Gavin: I mean, they were extremely common until just recently -- historically recently, not recently like "metrosexual is a word now" recently, but recently.
  • Ryan: Are we still talking about anvils?
  • Gavin: Yes, where did all the anvils go?
  • Ryan: You're talking about those big, heavy, metal things?
  • Gavin: That blacksmiths hammered horseshoes and stuff on. Everyone had them. They were featured prominently in every movie western, so where did they all go?
  • Jeremy: I don't know that they were that common.
  • Gavin: Wile E. Coyote used them. That's how common they were.
  • Ryan: Who?
  • Gavin: The cartoon. He was always trying to drop an anvil on the Road Runner's head or shoot it at him out of a giant slingshot or fire it at him out of a cannon. Inevitably, the cannon tilted up, shot it in the air, it fell down, and made an anvil-shaped impression on Wile E. Coyote's head.
  • Ryan: This is a cartoon?
  • Gavin: No, no, this just happened to me the other day. I was walking down the street, and this giant anvil -- yes, Rye, it's a cartoon.
  • Michael: I know he sounds nuts, but it's a very common cartoon.
  • Jeremy: But that doesn't prove that anvils were so common.
  • Gavin: It does. It proves that anvils were so ubiquitous at one point -- is that the word, ubiquitous?
  • Michael: It depends on where you're going.
  • Gavin: That they knew that children would know what they were and delight in them. That's how common they were -- children watching cartoons.
  • Michael: That was the word.
  • Jeremy: I've forgotten your point.
  • Gavin: Where are all the anvils? I mean, is there some sort of secret anvil storage facility the government is keeping from us?
  • Jeremy: Or they fell into disuse with the advent of other technologies, and so they melted them down and they're gone.
  • Gavin: But they're not supposed to melt. They were made to withstand the red-hot hammer of the town blacksmith.
  • Ryan: This is easily the most pointless conversation we've ever had.