Why, George, Why?

I have just ruined Star Wars for myself. And I blame you, George Lucas. The realization came to me this morning, and I wonder if anyone else has reached this point of disappointment and despair as I have.

So, at the end of Revenge of the Sith, as it is so cleverly named, Yoda takes Obi-Wan aside and speaks to him of the secret of immortality, an allusion to the force ghosts seen in the original trilogy. At the time I simply thought it a nifty, albeit unnecessary, tie-in to the real Star Wars. Unlike the whole midichlorian fiasco, it was an acceptable explanation that I foolishly embraced and let into my beliefs about their universe.
BUT, this morning it all fell apart when I thought back to that happy party with the Ewoks at the end of Return of the Jedi. There, amongst all the frivolous celebration, were three serene ghostly figures, Yoda, Obi-Wan, and of course Darth Vader. This also I felt was unnecessary, as we had already seen the redemption of "Anikin" in the arms of his son, in that bittersweet, lonely moment. But of course, American cinema being what it is, the point had to be driven home as much as possible, with the prodigal son returning and being all chummy with his old masters. Of course, before Revenge of the Sith I didn't think much of it; but now, it tears everything in half.
Accepting that the Force Ghost is a mysterious technique passed down sparingly through generations of Jedi, how the fuck did Darth Vader learn it? The ones who even knew of it were Luke, Obi-wan, Yoda, and (shudder) Qui-Gon. I doubt the Emperor ever learned it as he was never a Jedi in the first place, and sticking around to dole out wisdom to your successor doesn't seem like much of a Sith trick.
So where does this all leave me? Driven out of my fucking skull with hatred for George Lucas for tricking me into letting such a seemingly innocent bit of information into my head, like a charming vampire who I have welcomed into my home and is now mercilessly tearing my neck apart!

Pity Party

I am determined to pity myself. That's why I always declare myself beyond help or redemption, a tragic genius without the determination or the inspiration to put himself to use. It's why I'm constantly diagnosing myself with a plethora of ailments; that and my neverending quest for attention and acceptance. The irony is that in realizing this truth I have found the greatest reason to pity myself- so why am I not satisfied?

Craigslist: Part 2

Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, I get this:

would you rape a guy for cash?

What about posting in "Men seeking Women" causes people to solicit me about gay sexual assault? I might have to consult an expert about this...

Craigslist is Awesome!

OK, even though I do my best to avoid writing on here (or at all), this was just too hilarious not to pass on.

So I posted a Man seeking Woman ad on Craigslist a couple hours ago because I was bored/so very lonely. After the usual onslaught of spam, I got this reply which is so bold that it can't not be real:

Let me know if you can't find that chick. I will give you a hand or a mouth ;P
Is that not the coolest thing ever??

Holy Balls!

How To Fold A T-Shirt In 2 Seconds - Explained

Call of Duty owns me

Or pwns me, if you prefer. It's true. I just can't sit at home for more than 10 minutes withought the thought entering my mind- Hey, go power up that magical box and bask in the glory of realistic modern combat fps greatness. Heck, the only reason I was able to come up here at all to write this entry is my controller died, and I didn't have any backup batteries on hand.

Guitar Hero had a great enough hold on me, what with the ever present possibility of improving my score and beating previous records for Freebird. I thought I couldn't get any more obsessed than that, when the only thing that kept me from it was the frequent build-up of pain in my fingers, my body's way of saying "What the fuck, man?! Cut it out already!"

But then I got Call of Duty 4, and my willpower went out the window. At first I was just enjoying the single-player campaign, where I knew eventually I would get tired of my hopeless attempts at beating Veteran level. But then I opened my very own Pandora's Box of gaming: xbox live multiplayer. I had played Halo online before, so I thought I knew what I was getting into. I quickly learned how wrong I was. If you don't know already, CoD4 has totally awesome gameplay and design, which would be enough on it's own, but the guys over at Infinity Ward apparently didn't want anybody to ever stop playing this game, because they added a feature to this game that is so addicting that there should be a warning from the Surgeon General on the box.

The rpg elements of CoD4 taps into my greatest weakness: leveling up. I don't care how bad it is or how many times I've played it; as long as I have nothing better to play, I will not stop obsessively leveling in whatever crappy game you throw at me. Normally a game with a character leveling system has a storyline and quests and sidequests that you eventually tire of and at some point it's just not worth raiding the goblin's cave again. But put those rpg elements into a dynamic multiplayer experience where nothing is scripted and each game is unique and I don't think I'll ever get tired of this.

Alas, my epic fail.

Things My Warped Mind is Convinced is Wrong With Me

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Schizotypal Personality Disorder
Assorted Phobias including but not limited to needles and people without eyebrows
Schizophrenia
Diabetes and various other illnesses that I know nothing about
Racism
Bipolar Disorder
Anxious Personality Disorder
Some sort of speech impediment
Self loathing/pity
Insomnia
ADD/ADHD
Cancer
Kleptomania
Pyromania
Not human... ness
Neuroticism
Hypochondria
Munchausen Syndrome

Total Lame-o

If you've been reading this blog you've probably decided that I'm just that person who starts a blog, journal, sleep diary, whatever with the forced conviction of keeping up with it on a regular basis for all of forever, but then just flakes out after just a few entries and tries to just forget about it and watch TV. Well you're right; I am that perrson. I hate myself for it, but it's true. I come up with excuses that usually involve me forgeting about it, but the truth is that I'm always thinking about the things that I should really be doing and what I can do to stop thinking about them. At any given moment I'm thinking of one to two (out of about 7) of the things I should really be working on at the same moment. Right now the only reason I was able to get myself to write this is that the show I'm watching on here needs time to load. Heck, right now all I can think about is wrapping this up without actually finishing my thought because I know it's fully loaded now.
I'm a weak person, so I'll just do that.

Intermission!

Here as attonement with forgiveness and nicetude for not finishing that last post in time is my favorite fan-translation of a manga ever. You may or may not recognize the source material as Death Note, but please don't post any spoilers in my ever-so-empty comments section, because apparently people still get really angry over being told about things that already came out almost a year ago.

and why do these things keep coming out so damn small??!

Webcomic Weekly

Ha! It's still Saturday, so I have not failed myself yet! I ended up spending most of the day looking at lolcats and catching up on Grey's Anatomy, but no longer! (And no, this does not make me less of a hunk of manlyness- in fack it shows that I am very comfortable with my masculinityness...itude.)

My crazyness aside, this week's installment brings us to my favorite victorian-era webcomic, Wondermark.

Now, due to my afforementioned crazyness, I have to publish this post now, before midnight, or else....I don't know, my teeth will fall out or something. So for now....I don't know, imaginary readers, just hang on, and I'll finish this later.

Webcomic Weekly

Alright, I needed something, anything, to make me write regularly, so I introduce this, my Webcomic Weekly, where I recommend a webcomic each week...until I run out of webcomics. That's it. Enjoy.

For my very first entry, I would like to introduce a relative newcomer to the wide world of webcomics, WE THE ROBOTS.

From the mind of Chris Harding comes a world where technology evolved from the promordial ooze instead of organic life. Though Harding assures us that his strip is not to be taken as a social or political commentary, the little bots paint a bleak little picture of modern life.

WE THE ROBOTS is always entertaining, and Harding always gets me with his dry wit and humor. There is always the danger of being reduced to a sobbing, broken shell of a man, but hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, what can you laugh at?

Hurry up and read it now! There's only 4 months to catch up on: http://www.wetherobots.com/

Chris Harding is also quite the animator, as can be seen in his award-winning short, Learn Self Defence (bonus points if you can spot the satire): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyV1OuJyT4I

PS: Feel free to drop a comment. It'll help me believe that there are actually people reading this.

My name is Miss Lewis S. Alaric.

Ok, I just got this email, and I have no idea what it is or what to think because I don't usually get emails like this. I guess it's spam, but don't they usually have a link to a cheap Viagra knock-off site somewhere in there? Or it's more along the lines of the destitute Nigerian prince who desperately needs your money- but there's no request for money, just promise of "buisness relationship," not even a hint of perhaps requiring a small investment on my part. I guess that comes later.

Iam Lewis S. Alaric.
Abidjan Cote D'IvoireWest Africa

Dear One,

Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I Come across your profile and have Decided to get in touch with you after my prayer, to see if you can help me alliviate this problem. Ican't imagine how you will feel receiving a sudden letter from a remote country far away and probably from someone you are not closely related with. But all the same, I believe we do not need to be of blood relativesbefore we can establish cordial relationship.

My name is Miss Lewis S. Alaric. i am The only child of (Late Mr. Kaluga) who was shot dead during the last political crisis here in Cote D'ivoire on his way to work. Hearing the news of my fathers dead lately in the night by his lawyer,i ran to his bedroom and carried away some important belongings and move it to the interior village for hiding. I later discovered that My father willed in cash, the sum of $12.5Million US Dollars which hedeposited One Trunk Box in a Security Company In OVERSEAS but there was condition

(1) That I must be 25 years or above before this fund can be release to me,
(2) That upon request for the release of the fund, there must be evidenceof investment intentions,(3) To invest this fund in solid business,Such as manufactures factory orcompany,Real Exstates,or agriculture investment.
I contact you therefore to confirm if you can absorb me in a partnership in your company or possibly advise me on any investment opportunity in your country. we shall reach an agreement, that you will stand on my behalf and claim this very Fund from the Security Company in ovearseas.
and transfer it into your account there in your country. and after all I will come over to your country to finish my education and commence business partnership with you and the fund.
I expect your urgent response including your addresses, your telephone and fax number.

Thanks for expected cooperation
Respond to me urgently if your are interested
My regards,

Silvia

So, yeah, I just thought I'd share this with you, Interwub.

Test Test

Hey there, internets. I just felt like making a blog for no discernible reason. I guess I was just kind of drawn to it because I've been reading more blogs and webcomics recently, and blogspot's layout is so rounded and clean looking.

I don't really know what I'm going to post here, as I've been reluctant to post mundane details of my life on other blogs (you know who you are). I think I'll try talking less about specific personal details, and more about the random thoughts that are always running through my head. Whatever I write, I should really write it, as I have been aspiring to write professionally.

Anyways, you (if there's anyone out there reading this, which I doubt), can probably expect reviews and opinions on movies, games, or anything Japanese, lists of websites that I think are totally dope, insane ramblings, and some passing thoughts of things that "seemed like a good idea at the time." Who knows, maybe if I figure out a good way to put drawings on the computer, and learn how to draw again I can use this to post lame experimental webcomics