THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is an irregular, yet wholly absurd intimate experience with an idiot. Mon-Fri. Ish. Written and published by writer, publisher, and, on occasion, part-time lover, Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Ish.
- OBTRUSIVE ADVERTISEMENT
- THE BIT AT THE BEGINNING
- A LETTERS’ PAGE
- A CHEAP PLUG
- SOME TRIVIAL BIT OF SILLINESS
- YET ANOTHER OBTRUSIVE ADVERTISEMENT
- A SATISFACTORY, WELL-WRITTEN BIT THAT SOMEHOW STILL FAILS TO LIVE UP TO SOME ARBITRARY STANDARD CREATED AND IMPOSED BY NOBODY
- LAST-MINUTE ATTEMPT AT ENGAGEMENT
- BLATANT, YET ALSO REDUNDANT SELF-PROMOTION
- THE END BITS NOBODY CARES MUCH FOR
VIRAL LOAD PODCAST
The “Viral Load Podcast” is, I’ve been assured, a podcast in the same way that audio uploaded to some temporary or long-term repository for the sake of publication and distribution across various outlets, inlets, and piglets accessible vis-à-vis the internet might, in some fashion, be considered a “podcast.” In it, comedian Andrew Pupa and co-host Brett Bayles, who may or may not be a comedian–but who am I to place such labels on anyone?–explore the weirder, more unsettling corners of diseases that plague us.
THE BIT AT THE BEGINNING
Y’ever notice how uncomfortable people get when you get to talkin’ about your suicidal thoughts? Why is that?
Some people act like it’s some kinda curse. Like, I might be putting out bad vibes some poor son of a bitch is gonna pick up on.
“Ya know what? This asshole’s right! I wasn’t plannin’ on it tonight, but suicide sounds like a good fuckin’ idea right about now! Hey, Honey! How’s about we stop by the hardware store on the ride home and pick out some matchin’ rope? Wouldn’t that be nice?”
But wouldn’t that be kinda neat? Who doesn’t want the power to choose who lives and who dies? Some might argue it’s our constitutional right.
One time at a show, a woman told me I shouldn’t joke about suicide, because it made her feel uncomfortable, because her friends had taken their own lives. And I told her, “If I didn’t joke about it, I wouldn’t be here either.”
And then, there’s always some smug piece of shit who gets off on tellin’ ya, “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” On the one hand, that’s true. It’s sorta like finding out you have a flat tire, so you decide to ditch your car by the side of the highway and set the fucker on fire. Sure. Maybe you coulda patched that tire up, keep goin’ another ten, twenty years. But on the other hand…that flat tire ain’t your fuckin’ problem anymore, is it?
Because when you really think about it, life itself is a temporary problem. In the grand scheme of the cosmos, we’re an insignificant speck of shit on the boot of a giant rock hovering in an ever-expanding void with other floating rocks, many of which have other poor bastards wondering if they should patch the tire on their cars, or maybe just burn it all to the fuckin’ ground. A temporary, infinitesimally small window of time, in which you, I, all of us, are ripped out of otherwise total and perpetual nonexistence just so we can piss each other off on the fuckin’ internet.
That’s the absurdity of life. And if I’m not laughing about it, what else would that woman have me do?
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
(A LETTERS’ PAGE)
How dare you?
JASON IS UP LATE
(A CHEAP PLUG)
Be sure to listen to “Jason is Up Late,” a new podcast from Los Angeles comedian Jason King., who is not well-known for turning in early for the evening, but, to the contrary, is rather notorious for staying up well-past any decently dressed hour.
(SOME TRIVIAL BIT OF SILLINESS)
MASH lit up something in me when I was a kid staying up late to catch reruns on FOX 11, and is among what little good I keep and cherish from then. For what Gene Reynolds and the other good people of that show unknowingly did for me, I’m forever thankful.
(YET ANOTHER OBTRUSIVE ADVERTISEMENT)
(A SATISFACTORY, WELL-WRITTEN BIT THAT SOMEHOW FAILS TO LIVE UP TO SOME ARBITRARY STANDARD CREATED AND IMPOSED BY NOBODY)
Originally published in The Nightly Chill zine on Instagram.
I’m climbin’, I’m clawin’,
I’m questionin’ why I’m cryin’
over my decision
to climb this low-incline
stairway to a peak
of a mountain top
I still can’t see
through these stars in my eyes
and the shade thrown my way
by a silent minority
that don’t want to hear
another success story,
the way the heartbroken
jilted lovers and one-night stands
they’re tired of love songs.
LAST-MINUTE ATTEMPT AT ENGAGEMENT
Please, contact us however you can if you, or someone you know, engages in the following acts of debauchery:
- Animal Husbandry
- Audio plays
- Pulp and/or other genre fiction
- Shopping lists
- Absurd acts of defiance against a pleasantly cold, yet wholly uncaring universe
- Short films
The weirder, the better.
We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.
FIGHT THE DAWN
(BLATANT, YET ALSO REDUNDANT SELF-PROMOTION)
FIGHT THE DAWN! with “Grand Ghoulish” (Fight the Dawn Vol 2.) an absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!
THE END BITS NOBODY CARES MUCH FOR
(READ: OBLIGATORY PLEA FOR MONEY)
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THE NIGHTLY CHILL