Just call me Krackle

A string of a recent IM conversation:

MG: crap. I just went from contentness to feeling like crap in about a minute!
MG: wow. that was fast
JA: lol
MG: anyway
10:10 PM
JA: you could write about taking the audience on a Jungian journey into the collective unconscious, using the shadow as a metaphor for the primal self that gets repressed by the modern persona and also by using an underground setting and labyrinth office design to represent both the depths of the psyche and the dungeon-like isolation of our increasingly mechanistic society which prevents people from finding satisfying work or meaningful connections with others.
MG: i was thinking about writing about making a movie about Snap, Krackle, and Pop
MG: but your idea works too
JA: almost the same
MG: once i figure out what all the big words are
JA: eh just popped into my head
MG: freud would say it popped into your ego
MG: orville reddenbacher would say all the kernels were popped
JA: its all about the popping isnt it?
MG: hence, your ego is made up of kernels
MG: yep!
JA: i know