Tag: David Duchovny

And yet another shot at the title: what’s going on here

As you all know, I don’t like to talk about myself. Obviously this blog is not my vain attempt promote my exaggerated self importance. I’m a humble man. Few people have been more humble than me and the ones that are are dead. So technically I’m the most humble man alive. It’s my cross to carry.

Which brings me to my recent work titled And Yet Another Shot at the Title which is a follow up to my crowning achievement A Shot at the Title. Everyone keeps saying “why a follow up? Did that story really require a sequel?”. And the answer to that is simple: no. But I identify with James Pietermeister. James Pietermeister is Beau Montana and Beau Montana is James Pietermeister. We are both tortured artistic geniuses with zero respect for our craft.

But really Pietermeister is a conduit to explore where I’m at emotionally. And although I hate to admit it, mostly because I’ve never failed at anything in my life, I think my creative endeavors have more or less plateaued. While writing And Yet Another Shot at the Title, I’ve grown somewhat tired of Pietermeister’s antics and feel that the character needs to be elevated somewhat. This makes sense as James Pietermeister is supposed to reflect my own life. In the last few entries, it even feels that James is only doing things reflexively. What’s more wild is that I don’t know if that was a conscious decision from me. So as I navigate this new world in my personal life, I think the time is nigh for James to become self-reflective.

Of course the inspiration of this course corrective is David Duchovny, specifically his podcast Fail Better. Like I said, I’ve never failed at anything so I can hardly relate to Duchovny’s advice, but exploring one’s relationship with failure is an interesting path for James Pietermeister to take, specifically in light of Duchovny’s thesis that failure must hurt before one can learn anything from it. I won’t debate the veracity of this assertion but his perspective works very well artistically. Because that’s what James Pietermeister needs.

But not I, Beau Montana. And that’s totally my real name btw.

the shape of things to come

Had a dream where I was back in the Army. David Duchovny’s character from Californication was also court-ordered to serve. He was a complete fuckin asshole and I beat the shit out of him.

I tend to do that in dreams because I have unaddressed anger issues.

Unfortunately the Army was doing some time-travel experiments. So they put me to sleep and I woke up in a gutter, shoeless, and covered in piss. I grab some dude off the street.

“What year is it?!” I ask him.

“6025,” he said.

“6025? Why aren’t we exploring space?!”

The man began to cry. “We just plum forgot about it 🤷‍♂️,” he replied.

The future didn’t look that much different from the present. Except that people were much taller, more androgynous, and looked younger.

People were attending grade school in their 30s. The world grew so complicated that it took several decades before anyone could become “adults”.

I was getting some strange looks.

“You don’t have to be bald, ya know?” the receptionist lady told me. They made me go to therapy to update my appearance. “Male-pattern baldness was eradicated centuries ago.”

I wept for joy. “Please move my hairline forward and don’t make me a redhead 😭😭😭,” I said.

I had a full head of hair but I was still short as shit.

As I was driving through Chicago to get to O’Hare, the roads were paved with with old, derelict cars. This system wasn’t perfect though. As I went under an overpass, an old 1950s-style truck fell from the bridge and killed several motorists.

I was fine though.

Honestly, this future sucked. One thing was pretty accurate however: material conditions made life so comfortable that people viewed fiction as more of a reality than reality itself. The only struggle people had was the ones provided by entertainment.

Therapy to cope with the death of a beloved TV character? Sounds about right to me! 😀