koopa

who ever said that the song was "the boss of the gang"? it's the guy who complimented me on the quote who signed himself "boss of the gang," damn it, not me. and I don't think he missed it, neither did he, the reference. I rather believe he chose that nickname to tell me "I got it, it's jovanotti"... I knew it... in a frantic search for my "bullshits" to nail me to... even non-existent bullshits... bah...

... talking about me, and not about my topics, in a desperate search for (my) ignorance (the fictional jovanottian question), talking about video games... hal hal, and so mario has bored you (like I do?). So you don’t recognize the greatness of an epochal "super mario world" (a perfect and unsurpassable crystallization of 2D platforming, the quintessential video game genre par excellence), you no longer find it "fun"? And what about "super mario 64," the real leap into the third (and clear) dimension, irreproachably revolutionary? And "super mario sunshine"? A masterpiece out of time, standing still at 64 but still so relevant, fresh, an "old" 3D platformer yet still immeasurably high compared to the pathetic clones à la "rayman" and ugly company? The mustached plumber doesn’t entertain you anymore... let me think for a moment: you find mario boring. And you also find me boring. Thanks hal, this explains everything. A kiss.

caz caz, what exactly would my mess be? doesn’t my quoted phrase have a Jovanotti echo, obviously picked up from the "boss of the gang" (-if you want to be one of us, you must apply-)? where have I shown ignorance on the matter? enlighten me, please... there you all are, then, all offending little Koopa, (pretending to) snub him, calling him boring, show-off, ignorant... and I would be the offensive bearer of "bad taste"! wash your hands before typing the name of Bowser "of the house" Koopa! and so I would close myself in my shell, short on arguments? vainly he has abandoned, agonizing, the contest, not your Godzilla turtle! I stand heroically, head, limbs, and tail proudly protruding from the shell, all against me! and you? kompakt against poor Koopa, cowardly united against the foreign body, frightened by your own herd mentality...

coming to the acclaimed, declaimed, proclaimed HAL, what can I say? how much sweetness, how much politeness, how much common sense in your words. a printed book. what a drag! (with all due respect). excuse me, but those "please kindly ask," those "I would be happy to discuss with you," I just can’t swallow them. I am koopa, the one who kidnaps princess peach and locks her in the castle, forcing mario to bust his ass to save her. I roar, I jump, I spit fire. I’m not bad, it’s just how I’m programmed...

I allow myself to respond first of all to the LEADER OF THE GANG and to KOSMOGABRI, the only ones who have proven worthy of a serious cultural and intellectual exchange with myself: the former has indeed captured the jovanottiana echo of my "it's better to be friends, better to be cowboys"; the latter has been able to trace philologically the origin of my nickname... which was not so obvious, as koopa is the (original) Japanese name of the turtle, the arch-nemesis of Super Mario, known in the West by the name of Bowser.

uh? I now see the resurrected frantz and the talkative anonymous going on the (counter)attack... to the anonymous: do you see me as microcephalic, unpleasant, and megalomaniacal? I’ll try to come to terms with it. frantz, I’ve already given my interpretation on the straight cock a bunch of messages above (I certainly won’t blame you if you don’t feel like revisiting it), it doesn’t align with yours, let’s accept that... "better to be friends, better to be cowboys"... say hi to the person close to you and tell him/her to take it easy with the compliments. (re)goodnight.

Dear Hal, I could make the effort to reread you; two or three lines are not the end of the world, but I really don't feel like rereading myself (actually, I don't know how you manage to endure my posts: why do you do it?), so I’ll leave everything as it is, commas, quotation marks, periods, and parentheses included. If you want to talk about it again (about what?), I'm ready and fine with it. Just one observation before I say goodnight: to clarify and explain one's own joke, and then even define it as "self-ironic," is really a bad misstep on the road of (self)irony: to self-define as self-ironic is the least self-ironic thing one can imagine. Goodnight, then.

dear anonymous, I admit I’m a slothful person: I don’t feel like going to read Hal’s sheet or his hal-tre hal-ate. However, his acclaim by popular demand had sparked a modest curiosity in the little Koopa to see him pronounce himself on this little page. As for the (un)success of my jokes, know that they weren’t jokes at all (I mean, jokes). And to think I had even fanned you a fan of interpretations...

Well, damn, everyone is waiting for you here. I don't know who the hell you are, but damn! If you're there, stop messing around, what the hell are you waiting for to write? And what the hell! And you too, kubrickiano (I assume) Hal, are you waiting to be deactivated before you open up to us? Sure, choosing a nickname like that... how should I put it... so... you know... a bit... yes, a bit... well, you get what I mean. (Meta-parenthesis [modern]: this could be a gratuitous provocation to flush you out, since everyone is calling for you and I'm curious to understand why, or it could be a sincere observation, stemming from the belief that quoting Kubrick is stuff for cheap cinephiles, or it could be a clever mix of both considerations - ergo - I’m actually curious to read some hal-related stuff and to "flush you out", I throw in a provocation with a grain of truth. Honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't take the bait. Don’t fall for it Hal, don’t write anything or at least nothing serious... or, at the very least, write a couple of pseudo-witty lines, maybe clever if you can manage, but without compromising too much. [And what if this was a tempting provocation too? Hal, I wouldn’t want to be you right now. Good luck]).
Looking forward to hearing from you. Best regards.

“battiato non battiato”… some interesting stuff, others less so: YES to “summer on a solitary beach” by Madonia (but that’s one of those tracks that lights up my eyes every single listen, so I may not be the best judge), “venezia istanbul” by the great Nada (with Mesolella and Spinetti) and “prospettiva nevsky” from the unbearable Bluvertigo; the rest ranges from didactic to superfluous to unnecessarily heavy (heh heh), to downright harmful: the epilogue of De-Mo is like something from the electric chair… “segnali di vita” turned into a cheesy dance tune of the lowest caliber. bah… back then I liked Carmen Consoli and even listened to her, now I detest her… “if I think about how poorly I spent my time, that won't come back, it won’t come back anymore...”