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I recently attended a private screening of the (new to Blu-Ray) Guy Ritchie film Rockn’Rolla (by which I mean I rented it on Blu-Ray and watched it alone). As a director and storyteller, Ritchie stands out among the greatest. His forte is the modern British gangster films with urban flair and stylization; however, he does tend to stray from this formula (especially during his infatuation with Madonna) but I think I appreciate this film more because Madonna decided to leave a genius, steal his style, and chase after Alex “Insult to the Great American Pass-time” Rodriguez. Rockn’Rolla is a great film that takes us right back to the days of Ritchie’s more well-known works: Snatch and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. If you haven’t seen it, see it. Fuck Madonna.

Have you heard of Mr. Chi City? Well, MrChiCity3 to be exact. Yes? Well, I’m not surprised. His YouTube channel has almost fifty-thousand followers along with almost four thousand friends. I wouldn’t insult him by calling MrChiCity a YouTube phenomenon, but he’s definitely a YouTube celebrity. The difference, of course is that YouTube phenomenons have existed and are no longer individually relevant beyond what they did (intentionally or unintentionally) in the past. For example: Chris Crocker (and might I add: FUCK YOU, Chris Crocker! You’ll always be a joke and a novelty. We don’t even want to watch your shit when we’re sitting at home, drunk, watching YouTube videos on Playstation), Star Wars Kid, Dramatic Gopher, Tay Zonday (Chocolate Rain) and numerous others that I can’t be bothered mentioning.

Mr. Chi City on the other hand is in your face, but never forces himself (or is forced by other sources) upon you. He’s a colorful–and not in a racist way–character/real-talk-real-life mayne dude who wants to be entertaining and generally wants to communicate with his fans. He’s not a celebrity, he’s a YouTube personality and he doesn’t pretend that he’s better than anyone else, unlike some people. And because he provides me with hours upon hours of comfortably racial real-world comedy, I can do no less than pimp his black ass on this site (I’m not a racist).

Today, I was invited to ponder the notion of Brain Crack, a term coined/invented, I suppose, by ZeFrank of ZEFRANK.COM. This notion stood out for me because I am addicted, not only to the notion of Brain Crack, but also its implications. I am a brain crack addict.

Perhaps I should take a moment to explain. Brain Crack, as I understand it, is defined as the process by which ideas are stored in your brain-case which are potentially decent and well-thought out, but as they remain and develop in your brain for long periods of time without you acting on them, they become too precious and complicated and any action that you take on these ideas will never be sufficiently satisfying to you anymore.

I think this concept adequatly defines my problem. Most of my concepts, ideas, musings, writings and tomfoolery exists solely within my canta-lobes and will never see the light of day. And if they do happen to seep out into a computer application or a dusty notebook, they will never take the form that I truly intended…and that will be disappointing.

Maybe this is a good thing. No, not keeping your potentially brilliant ideas hidden away in the dark swamps of your brain (where vicious, blood-sucking marsh-beasts all resemble a melting wax droid of Sophia Loren…I’m sorry…I could’ve just said “resemble Sophia Loren.”), but letting ideas go, and allow them to take the shape that they do. Your intuitions are probably flawed and unreasonable; the same reason why we stand firmly by the terrible cartoons we loved when we were children.

It’s time to let go. The Brain Crack is destructive and evil. It’s what holds creative and brilliant humans back from doing something that they’re proud of. I’ve tried to start breaking this addiction Cold Turkey and it’s not as easy as I wish it were.

–alex G.