Girls.

Okay. So, what do you do about a girl who refuses to speak to you? There's this one girl I know, and we've both told each other that we love each other. Several times. Even when we haven't been dating, she and I have been good friends. Now, there have been periods, usually, three to four days, maybe a week, when she's been really busy and hasn't talked to me. Which is fine. I understand that I'm not the easiest person to get along with. Cool.

At the moment, it's been almost a month since she has said more than five words to me together. Which is weird, cause we just acted in a play together. A three weekend play.

I'm kinda pissed. I mean, what the fuck did I do to deserve this? I don't remember getting into a fight with her or anything like that. All I want to know is what did I do? Jesus Christ on a crutch... ugh.

D&D: Play it or die.

Dungeons and Dragons is the best game ever made, ever. That is all. Good-bye.

I just saw Man of La Mancha at AAC

Absolutely-freakin-AMAZING! I loved it. The music was amazing. The performances were great. Just amazing.

The reason I loved it so much was the '2nd ending' of Cervante's story of Don Quixote. A man, fighting for righteousness and good until his last breath, preferring to descend into madness and believe in good and justice, rather than live the sane life, suffering evil and pain forever.

I love stories like that. Men and women fighting to the death for what they believe in, taking their enemies with, real or imagined. It makes me proud to be human, to realize that some people actually do believe that CONCEPTS, such as GOOD, JUSTICE, are more important than life or sanity.

I think it's a triumph of human will, bending goddamn reality to your will. Facing death and saying "FUCK YOU!", surviving impossible odds, that no man should have endure, staring your enemies down, defeating evil, bringing good and grace, and beauty into this world, an impossible dream, yes, but a dream better than reality!

*Pants* Wow. God, I love humanity.

Michael Jackson is dead.

So. Michael Jackson died today. Sad stuff.

This post is about two things
1. The nature of sadness
2. Accusations and their consequences.

Okay, on the nature of sadness. I think sadness about the death of someone you don't know is... not bad, but not good. It's stupid. You didn't know the person, why should you be sad? A lot of people I know were sad of his death, and I wonder why. You didn't know him. I suppose it's not even sadness at his death, it's sadness at the loss of a good singer, the fact that he won't be making any more songs, etc.

Now for accusations. The thing I have to say about this is that accusations can be a very bad thing, even if they are false. I've heard two or three stories where boys were accused of rape, and their lives were destroyed, even though they were innocent. I think that is disgusting. I remember one about lacrosse players that were just accused of rape, and I find that disgusting. I remember reading in one SI, how they were kicked of the team because of the accusation. Is there no faith? Trial by jury? Innocent until proven guilty in a court of law/

Now, I have made my share of Michael Jackson child molestation jokes, but I do believe he was innocent. Verdict not guilty, right?

Being objective, and why Bones sucks.

Have anyone of you guys seen the show Bones? Not a bad crime drama. But, I have some serious problems with it.

The first of which is how Bones is 'objective'. She is clearly one of the least stable characters, emotionally on the show. Being objective is not about denying your emotions; it is about recognizing that you have emotions, keeping them in check, not covering them up, not denying them, but using them as another tool in your logic.

Another thing: I hate logic. Logic is dumb. Logic is stupid, hell, logic isn't logical. Logic leads to the conclusion that it is impossible to move, that women are evil, blah, blah, blahblah.

2ndly: I just hate Bones. Her character... it's just crap. I want her to die. She's anti-social, a Mary Sue, and I just hate her! Gaah! I can't talk about it anymore. More later!

Of Squids and Men

Here's what I don't understand about human relationships. Squids, though intelligent for a mullosk, are not that smart, but they can wave their tentacles about for ten minutes and find a life-long mate. Humans, on the other hand, although being quite intelligent and smart, as seen by our accomplishments, take years to find 'a perfect mate', going through a trial and error process, some going through a hundred or so potential mates until they find the right one, IF they find the right one.

What the hell? Are we just dumb? I mean, you can talk about emotions, and love, and the way people act all day long, but when it comes down to it, none of that stuff really matters! In the middle ages, people were more than content to be married to the best person they or their parents could find, usually not even thinking about love.

Sometimes I wish we had a better system.

Dreams

So, I recently had some fucked up dreams. One was about me and a bunch of kids I know were trapped in my high school's varsity, with demons or monsters in the hallways leading outside. The hallways were changed by the way. I was the first to venture out, and I was presumably killed just before I woke up.

The second had something to do with me joining the army, or some kind of military organization. That's all I remember. So, any weird dreams from my audience? Hmm?