Thursday, August 31, 2006

I like flirting half-naked, do you?

No, as a matter of fact that's not very high on my to-do list. Getting suggestive with someone I don't know at 1am without even seeing their face is not that appealing to me, but that's not what flirt hotlines want you to think. It's getting increasingly frustrating how after 11pm, certain tv channels seem to flip the switch for their sex commercials. I'm sorry, but I already feel alienated from society (what with me watching SNL at 1am), can't you at least play a healthy line-up of normal commercials to make me feel normal?
Okay, so I guess I can see where these accusations of asexuality come from, seeing that this is my third post to date (2 in a row!) trashing sex/relationships, but the truth is that these hotline ads are just one example of how commercials have gone downhill in the past few years. I mean seriously, commercials are the bane of a tv fan's existence anyway- We just want to see our shows, preferrably more of them and less of the ads- but if you're going to have ads, couldn't you at last make them half-decent? From the point of view of a network, it's got to be more mutually profitable to try as hard as possible to turn all 60 minutes of a show (or 30 minutes, if you're into shows of "now-you-see-it, now-you-don't" duration) into quality entertainment?
Sure, there are oodles of entertaining commercials. They usually fall into 2 categories- 1)Funny- the majority of entertaining commercials. There's nothing like getting a good laugh in between segments of your shows, especially when it's one of those times when you just can't stop laughing, or 2) Just downright cool- usually this involves some sort of visual effects extravaganza or, of course, a display of physical determination and achievement (See- Goarmy commercials with the rock-climbers). However, there are just a ton of commercials that aren't at all entertaining, and don't even seem to try to be. Like Pop-Tarts (Just go with me on this one). Seriously, what's so great about watching poorly drawn cartoons talk about how great Pop-Tarts are, make some bad pun or horrible attempt at physical comedy, and then show the "Pop-Tarts" colorful label and end? I don't care what Pop-Tarts taste like, that commercial sucked.
I miss the good old commercials of yesteryear- Suki hacking the car plant via laptop, the Toyota spy/crossdresser- good times(At this point I'm going to assume I've lost you). In any case, maybe if networks raised their standards for commercial entertainment, the entertainment in commercials would rise. Just a thought.

-The warrior without a batleth(No, that was not a reference to any physical shortcomings)

Give power back to the Jedi!

Why Am I So Sick of Being a Teen?

Halleluiah! "Spin" won a Hugo! Congradulations, Robert Charles Wilson, you deserve it for writing such a magnificent work of Science Fiction that didn't bore 15-year-old readers to death. On a sadder note, it doesn't look like I'll be having Tacos tonight, though I will have my hands on diet Birch Beer (the stuff does not taste like Birch Beer, but since my dad feels like indulgence in foods is bad, I was pressured into getting diet). An advanced apology to Carol, for I have been trying to edit my links and for some reason I can't get your blog to show. I'll figure that out soon.
In any case, I'm not here to BFTSOB. In fact, I'm here to address a question which was recently asked of me (Given, I believe I'm paraphrasing) and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm shocked. Why am I so sick of being a teen? Well, it's not so much that I'm sick of being a teen, but rather I'm sick of all of us- My friends and I- being teens. It just simply disgusts me how so many teengagers make a huge deal out of their personal lives and interactions when there are such bigger problems in the world. I mean seriously, think of all the time that you waste wallowing in self-pity because you don't have a girl/boyfriend, time which could be better spent making some kind of difference or at least helping out(Friends, please note that this is not directed towards or based on any one person, but teenagers at large)?
Now, since I'm talking about relationships, let me clarify that I'm not at all against them nor do I view those in high school relationships in a condescending fasion. However (and this can be painful, I'm sure), you need to realize that they are just high school relationships. This doesn't mean that you shouldn't be ridiculously close to your high school sweetheart, but don't lure yourself into the feeling that it will last forever (which many teenagers do). If it does last a lifetime, that's great, and pretty cool from my third-person perspective, but we're not even adults yet, we're not experienced enough to know how to perfectly handle a relationship, and chances are that someday it'll fall through. It's a learning process- the more you lose, the less likely you are to in the future. Just don't set your heart on hitting the jackpot on your first (or second, or third) try. That's how your heart not only gets broken, but sets itself into a process of self-cannibalisation (I wonder, could the idea of self-destruction destined from creation be the key to perpetual energy? Probably not.) which causes the "victim" to wallow in self-pity instead of doing something worth-while.
It just seems like we're so jumpy, like we're afraid that anything we rely on could fall through at any time. Well, that's no way to live, especially for a decade or so of your life. I honestly can't wait to be 25 or so, I mean, sure we'll still have issues with relationships and angst (somewhat), but my friends and I (those I retain and those attained anew) will have grown out of most of the immaturities which made us so hard to reach or so difficult to please in high school. To sum it up, I hate how the pressures of the teenage years drive us to such immature levels.

Oh, and I want to be able to skydive.


Liv uten utfordring er liv uten mål.

Don't even try to translate that, grammatically it was about as right as port.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Free Will or Not?

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Whatever happened to Pokemon? Yes, it's true, I was a fan. Not because I actually cared at all that I had a Japanese Riachu with more power than any other card I'd encounter, save for your everyday Charizard, but because for me it was a bonding experience. As I assume all of you know, I live in a small community with a handful of kids my age. Despite the fact that I live basically the same distance from them now as I did in the Pokemon days, I still have drifted away from some. Given, there is one whom I'm actually better friends with now than I was then, and I see him almost on a daily basis, and there still is a girl that I enjoy swimming with, playing video games with, and just hanging out in general with, but that's 2 out of 6 or 7. Most of the others are girls, one of which I just don't have much in common with anymore, and the others people that didn't go to school with me until now, so we're not very close.
But then I think back to Pokemon summers, the summers between 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grades when the lot of us would grab our binders full of cards and go into Andrew's, where we'd crash on a a bunk bed (6 kids on two beds, yeah, we were smallish) and sit talking and trading for hours, maybe even throw a good old fasioned game of hide and seek in there afterwards. Dorky or otherwise, it was a valuable bonding experience, and once we "grew out of it" something was lost. In short, I really do miss it and hope that somehow I can reconnect with these friends in the way I could then.

Desire is the product of ignorance. Accomplishment is the product of knowledge and faith in your own abilities. Read 'Cyanide and Happiness'.

Monday, August 21, 2006

And Life Goes On

And now I'm over it. Maybe it's just because I don't really believe it yet, seeing that the last episode I ever see will not be until June, but seriously, it stinks, but it's just entertainment. Let's face it- Skiffy is a bunch of bozos. I mean finally they advertise an episode substancially enough (yes, the ever-beloved '200') and the ratings skyrocket, surpassing that of even Atlantis (Which, by the way, has been renewed[Can I get a woot woot?]), but too late, they've cancelled it already. I'm willing to bet that that episode brought back some viewers who had migrated elsewhere in the last year or so who will at least stick with it until it dies now, but the network just randomly decided to announce cancellation 2 months before usual, and so didn't even let us see how SG-1 did after the 200th episode.

And he's completely right- If a show like 'Firefly', with 14 episodes can come back from the dead, SG-1 is almost guaranteed. Given, I'm not counting on a third network picking up the series, though that would be heavenly (wouldn't Spike be awesome for the job?), seeing that there's no way Skiffy will sell the rights to SG-1 while still airing Atlantis, but they're bound to pull a Farscape and give it a miniseries, or (and this is my preference) they'll follow in the footsteps of Trek and hit the big screen. The fans will not let this go with so much plot still unresolved.

Oh, and I totally made this post just to prove that this actually didn't have a huge impact on me, especially after the initial 30 seconds.

I do not have a man-crush on Ben Browder, but even if I did, what would be wrong with that? I'm sure it'd be just like Comedy Central's "The Roast of George Takai". Okay no, but he got picked on enough for it to be.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Insomnia of Guilt and Intrigue

Alright so I knew that these repeated all nighters and late nights would eventually come back to get me, but this is just getting ridiculous. For the last week I haven't been able to fall asleep until around 2 a.m. and I've been waking up between 12 and 1 p.m., and that was frustrating enough, but this morning I find 3 o' clock on its fair way and me sitting on my couch, blogging, and watching an episode of the X-Files on Skiffy (The good David Duchovny days, not the lame years after. Not that that was the fault of the actors, I love Pileggi and Robert Patrick, but seriously, suckage is suckage.). There are, of course, possible reasons for my lack of sleeping tonight that span beyond my already messed up sleep cycle- First off, I definitely am feeling like a dick now that I've been such a back-talking, unappreciative friend (Yeah, I'll shut up about it already, but you know, these things bug me. A lot.) So yeah, my guilt definitely plays into it. That, and I'm suddenly feeling very emotional, like I want to experience love, excitement, and intrigue all at once, all right now. In any case, I'm not sleeping and after 2 hours I got sick of staring at the cieling on a not particularly comfortable pillow.
I haven't been doing anything as of late, and it's definitely getting on my nerves. I'm a person that likes to get out and be active, have some fun, and now suddenly all I'm doing is acting like a bottom-feeder with a particular taste for couch cusion. I suppose tomorrow I'll be more active in some way.

And so concludes my short and pointless post.

-Your Klingon

Oh, you want a fortune cookie? I'll give you a fortune cookie!

Man who can't sleep stay up all night, then feel like crap in the morning. Never make a milkshake out of warm diet coke and an ice cream sandwich. Without adding mentos:)

Internet Safety, Kiddies

I apologize to all you devout readers (as if) for my not posting in so long- I simply seem to have run out of things to talk about in the past few weeks. This could be partially due to the fact that my last post explained why blogging can sometimes be a nono for me, but I think that summer has also brought a sort of peace to me that makes me not want to complain about anything, and a laziness that makes me not want to write and continue to be a couch potato (By the way, I'm sitting on the couch watching tv right now [Shhhhhhh! Don't tell anyone]). That, and I much prefer blogging on my phone.
Anywho, I figured I'd raise the topic of internet safety. You see, it's starting to bother me how much the older generation is fearful of the internet (and I'm not just talking about my relatives, but teachers, police officers, etc.). You see, I realize that the internet can be dangerous because people can use it to pretend to be someone and something that they aren't, and that's why arranging to meet someone when you are young and unnacompanied (as seems to be the cliche nono for parents) or doing anything of that sort is a clear sign that you are an idiot and usually unappreciative of what you already have. However, what the older generation fails to realize is that the internet is the new great medium for communication- It can be used for long-distance businesses, relationships, and friendships.
So what I don't get is why they fear it so much. They somehow fear that by putting your information on the net, you will be violated or otherwise hurt. I mean c'mon, most of my blog-buddies (excuse the expression) know that they have a goodie-bag of personal info in their profile, and they're still around. You see, it's not at all about how much information you give about yourself- I could give all of my personal info out and chances are I'd be fine. It's really about how you conduct yourself, as in, don't make any enemies and don't arrange any meetings. Think about it- Why is it that when you meet someone IRL, it's considered acceptable to give them your info- at least, your name, hometown, and age even though you really don't know this person at all? It's the same exact thing. I just wish that the older generation realized that to be hurt, the offender needs not only means, but motive. You hear about people getting killed by people they meet over the net, but there had to be a reason- if the killer just wanted to kill, why wouldn't he/she just kill some person they didn't have to squeeze info out of? Ok, rant over....Now I'm bored.

There is no point in ignoring the truths that built us in order to change ourselves. Rather, delve into those truths and discover the lies behind them, if only to know for sure.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

That Elusive Truth

For long I have been trying hard to discover why it is that blogging gives me a certain feeling of discomfort. Initially, I pinned the blame on the idea that I was paranoid and, to a degree, cold, not feeling fine with this blog acting as a window into who I am for others to glance at in passing and judge as they see fit. But no, I've decided that my entire being, my entire personality, is a window into my soul- Let's face it- Those of you who know me personally know that I tend to wear my emotions "on my sleeve" as the phrase goes. You want to know me, then know me. I don't really care- In fact I like it when you want to know me. To sum up a boring, redundant paragraph, I was wrong. Oh yeah, and I'm comma-happy.
The answer is simple, and, as Gavin would say, it is "disgustingly me". You see, the point of having a blog is to express your views. The issue with that is that in expressing your views, each blog entry in itself has to be some kind of attack on a notion, ideal, or system embraced by society as a whole, or a large portion of society. After a while I begin to feel that I've almost taken on an antagonistic role, or more specifically I begin to feel a bit like an outcast, the vaginal pad among the sea of tampons, if you will. I don't want to talk about politics, and other than that I think the world's running fairly smoothly, and in the places it isn't I think everyone's doing the best to make them smooth. So in a nutshell, I'll keep this blog generally upbeat and won't mention that both Stargates got a 1.5 this week (insert frowny emoticon here).

"A great turning point lies ahead of us. The children will go forward and discover themselves, come into their own as a race. Of that I have no doubt. The real question is whether they can support the population of the fatherland they have forgotten long ago."

- Cenron Henderson