I used to be a big fan of Eevee and the eeveeloutions so I looked them up on DeviantArt and saw fetish art of a Flareon getting its toes tickled by a torture device. I didn’t know what fetishes were at the time and assumed it was a silly joke about how painful it is to get tickled. (I was very ticklish as a child.)
Back in the day, me and my siblings recorded movies on VHS by sitting next to the TV and starting/stopping the recording for commercial breaks. The best movies were those with only small snippets of commercials, and my most treasured movie was a nearly “clean” copy of Die Hard that I’ve watched probably somewhere between 50-100 times.
Or something that came up while channel-surfing on TV and decided to leave it on for a minute, put the control aside, and ended up watching the rest.
Back while in high school, one weeknight I stumbled across Jean Luc Godard’s “A Bout De Soufflé” (“Breathless”) on our town’s local channel, at just the right moment when it seemed like the film was skipping. Intrigued, I left it on, soon enough figured out that this was intentional editing. By the end, my mind was blown and my way of looking at film and art had changed forever.
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