Half-life

Despite the fact that our teacher said not to write about Half-life(in a half-joking manner), I'm going to do it anyway because I've been enjoying it lately.

Half-life has the craziest storyline I've ever seen. It's really hard to follow, actually. Half the time I have no idea what's going on, despite the fact that I am DESTROYING some fertile alien breeds. You start out into a tram, which slowly transitions into you pushing an artifact into some sort of flux capacitating machine and it blowing up all over the place, throwing intergalactic beast-things to our dimension, and causing the need for Gordon Freeman to do his world saving business.

I didn't mention it but, Gordon Freeman is a MAN. You have no idea. He doesn't even talk. He doesn't have to. He uses a crowbar to destroy an entire colony of devil creatures without breaking a sweat, all while making sure they don't burrow into the earth and destroy everything as we know it. On one particular occasion, he uses a test fire for a missile to destroy this monster who is tossing people around in this circular silo thing. He messed that thing up. And probably killed a few people. But the point still stands. Gordon Freeman could rip your face off without a problem. Or with any bit of shame.

Or that's what the G-Man says.

Argument.

Argument: Meh. Too many of these go on everywhere I go. Church, school, home. I hate it. I'm sick of fighting with everyone about every little thing. Can't we all just get along? I know that phrase has literally worn to it's inevitable death, but come on. It's not that hard. We can have differences. In fact, we're supposed to! So let's have them.

Abortion, cloning, same-sex marriage. We have to accept the fact that we all our going to believe different things on different subjects. We're probably not going to convince the other party that we are arguing against that they are wrong. This probably goes to a completely different subject but, it's hard for people to be wrong, and arguing isn't accomplishing anything at all.

Everyone needs to step back, take a breather, and cool it. Understand that people have their own beliefs, their own systems, their own mental routine, and be okay with that. Arguing tears everyone down. We need to be, in simple hippy-like terms, cool with each other, man. Arguing isn't adding any days to our life or any inches to our height.

I hate

Math. So. Freaking. Much.

I'm actually doing it right now as we speak. Matrices, linear equations, all that chump stuff that they make me do every single week. For no good reason, might I mention. It's stressing me out, especially when I can't figure out what to do. I might have to go back in time, find the guy who invented algebra, and knock him physically and emotionally unconscious. Like really unconscious.

It would be beautiful, believe me. It wouldn't be one of those wimpy punches. This would be full on 160 pounds of pain coming down on some guy from 34 AD. He wouldn't see it coming. All that using his head to carry bricks around is seriously impairing his ability to see.

Math. Keep your kids from it. Teach them something more useful in life, like the forbidden dance, or why we should repeal women's suffrage. Please? Don't make them go through what I've had to. I can guarantee it will be the worst time of their life.

It is possible

that Google is sentient.

Why do I think that? Well, for one, Google knows almost everything. Hey, Google, what's the average heartbeat of the Lyre bird? 245 BPM. See? That's how these things work. It also has the entire catalog of Wikipedia on it, so it probably could tell you anything you wanted to know about pop culture.

Google's servers are also spanning across the nation. They are slowly taking ground! Soon it will reach Maine, and then Canada, and then the entire continental United States! Also, Google has contracted some of the smartest people in the world to work there. He's using our intelligence!(or, she is. Scary.) What do we do about that? I'm not even sure! One thing I do know, though, is that we can't just sit here and take it. Google is going to overrun us. Badly. We have to fight back.

I must admit, it's really early. Which is bad. Which also made me write this. Which, in turn, ended up being really bad. Yea. It kinda worked out that way. Not my fault. Except for. Sort of. Yea.

You know....

I'm not saying that the Mona Lisa isn't a good painting, I'm just saying that she isn't very hot. I mean, honestly, have you seen her? Her nose is gigantic. That's a beak if I've seen it.

What was Da Vinci thinking? She has the jawline of tiger shark. It's awful. And what on earth is she wearing? I think she hates everything I love. Look at her face. She's looking for a fight, and I know it. You know what? Bring it, Mona. Your last name is a first name as far as I'm concerned.

I bet you her father was a bearded man. That's where she got the genetics from for her own beard. Now, you might be thinking that the Mona Lisa is a "timeless piece of art" or a "shining example of 16th century art", but you would be wrong. Why? Because Da Vinci couldn't even find an attractive woman to paint. That should tell you about the state of Italy at the time. And the fact that Da Vinci was lazy. Move to France, genius. There has to be good looking women there. Or a capabarra or something you could paint.

But I digress.

I need

Serenity. No, not the really awesome ship from the spinoff movie for the canceled show "Firefly". Like genuine, real serenity.

You could call it calmness, but I rather say tranquility. My mind works at 100 miles per hour, but not in a good way. I need a slow down. Someone needs to hit me. In the face, preferably(it's all personal preference). I think that fist sized mark with a ring indention on it might do it.

It's a terrible notion, wanting serenity. If I were to be honest, and as emotionally feminine as a male can be at my age, my spirit is waning. That is, my will to do. Or don't. I just want a slow down. Everything is so mentally and spiritually taxing. It's hard to take. And it's not like I have to weather a storm and everything will be okay. It's more like the rain clouds have been holding back, storing up as much as they could and finally striking with an outburst of shades of grey.

Anyway, that's enough of emotional theatre for tonight. Probably more tomorrow.

I have a feeling

That when I look back on all these posts, to see what I've said, or just because I'm bored, that I'm going to be a bit surprised.

Or just even more bored. I've never found myself to be quite interesting. I don't even do anything interesting. I sit a lot. People who aren't interesting sit. A lot. It's the nature of the situation. It's my own fault, though. I never get out. Explore. Do..things. You know, things? Like, stuff. Or take a moment to stop thinking.

People who think a lot aren't interesting, unfortunately, and I think through every thing I do, most everyday. It's not pleasant. What's the opposite of pleasant? Lets go with mindcrippling. Yea, that's a good one. My mind is crippled. That sounds dastardly. I like it. But, unfortunately, no one cares. The words here, and the words I leave elsewhere, will, frankly, be lost. Yes, that sounds emo. Dismally, emo is sometimes truth. That's a gross under-exaggeration. Emo is always truth, just the wrong truth, if that makes any sense.

If it does, good for you, because I've no idea what it means.

Before we start,

A note: This post has absolutely no meaning. I've had nothing to do today, quite literally, except for a trip to Wal-Mart with my mom. We can talk about my booming social life later, though. Be aware that I've been at my computer for over 12 hours now. Also, take into account that I don't remember most of what I've been doing that entire time.

I really need to get out. Badly. BADLY. I've nothing to do, no friends to hang out with, and crippling self-esteem issues(that's a different story, unfortunately). I've been here too long. At home. Playing the same mental games with myself. Trying to learn the Charlie Brown Christmas song. Succeeding at learning the Charlie Brown Christmas song. Generally not succeeding with women. Practically choosing not to. Coming to terms with being alone.

I've been slowly losing a mental battle today. I think my only triumph will be my head touching the pillow tonight. A slow, uniform victory. One for the ages. Or just for today.

Birthdays

A lot of my friends have birthdays in November. It's got me thinking. No one should care about anyone's birthday unless they are under 11. Seriously. 11 is a chumps birthday.

I mean, you can bake them a cake or whatever. But nothing special. I'm not giving my kid a party on his 11th. He can have a toy car and half a cake I found at the grocery store. Heck, he's not going to get a birthday until he's 18. Yes, I skipped 16 on purpose. He can drive. So can everyone else. Get over yourself.

At 18, though, awesome birthday party. As Patton Oswalt put it, you should buy a gun and then shoot a hole through a ballot. On top of that, you can have whatever you want on that day. You want a clown bursting out of a cake wearing Wolverine claws? You can have it. A caricature of John Kerry? You can have it. A passionate prologue to the ever-famous Jane Austen series Pride and Prejudice? You can have it.

Whatever you want. You can have it.

Right now

I think I have given up on this whole relationship thing. I just don't feel like it. It's not worth the hassle, nor the phone calls, and the dabbling in the art of body language interpretation.

The sad thing is, though, I think that now that I've pretty much come to terms with being alone, that I will end up finding someone. That's the nature of the world, man(hippy speak). Fate likes to mess with us. Fate is all like "Hey, you got a pair of new white pristine shoes? Well now there's a mudslide coming your way, about feet level. Sorry." Fate is kind of a jerk that way. Just when you get comfortable, Fate taps you on the shoulder and says "Nope." Self-righteous bigot.

But hasn't always been the world's nature to go against us? When we don't need war, there is war. And where there are poor, and homeless, flood waters rise.

I mean, just look at the Great Famine in Ireland. When they needed potatoes, no potatoes. That's Fate. Fate is a cruel mistress. Unless it's a he. Then Fate is a cruel mister. Which is a completely different story.

Thanksgiving Tradition

I always kind of laugh at everyone's Thanksgiving traditions. Not that they are ridiculous or anything, but because my family does nothing like any of them do for Thanksgiving. In fact, I'm fairly certain my mothers entire goal is to fatten us on Thanksgiving. Delicious fattening, though.

Typically, my dad will pull a TV outside and watch the Thanksgiving day football games while he fries the turkey, and we all wait impatiently inside. Take note that we are all literally filled with food at this point, mainly because my mom will have made her homemade cinnamon rolls, to which will gorge ourselves while enjoying the slow transition into mediocrity that the Macy's day parade has taken.

I always laugh, though, because we don't sit around a table like most do. Typically, we'll just sit in the living room and eat, watching some awful rerun of some less-than-average show. And the funny thing is, we love it. A lot. That's the way our family interacts, and I don't think we would have it any other way.

Sentience

Dude, what are we going to do if computers figure out they're alive?

You know what we're going to do? Be screwed, that's what.

Computers are entirely too smart right now. I say we start dumbing them down. A lot. You know, go back to the computers that were a football field in size. We can go back to abacuses(abacusi? who knows). I don't mind counting on my fingers. And honestly, who doesn't love a good typewriter?

Basically, what I'm asking for(and it's not a lot to ask for, not to mention), is that we completely revert what we have technologically right now to the simple life. All I want our pilgrims running around, milking cows the old way, churning butter like a man would.

Is that so much to ask? All I don't want to do is be ripped in twain at the hands of some robot fiend.

Zombies!

I really hope that a zombie invasion happens. Not a lot of people can say that, but the opportunity of ever-present danger is so enticing it makes my head spin. I want to go around shooting stuff, making forts in old school buildings, and axing zombies like no man's business.

The cool thing about zombies are that there are so many of them, and that there is no shame in killing them. Always remember, zombies aren't people,they're zombies. Killing zombies is the name of the game, friend.

One of my friends has a particular awesome sword collection. I think that would be one of our main ports for supply. We'd be running around, cleaving zombies, stopping for a nice cup of tea here and there. I'm a crossbow man myself. The world's third most deadly killer, next to the French mantelpiece and carbon monoxide. Zombies can't tell where a crossbow came from, because they can't hear it, or smell it.

We'd need a good place to hole up, too. I thought about my old school. We'd steal as much food as we could from the kitchen, and then we would go to the upper school building. We would then proceed to break down the stairs because, as everyone knows, zombies can't climb. They simply don't have the coordination to do it. It's not there fault, though. They're zombies.

I'd be so pumped if I got this opportunity. I think I might cry a bit, actually. Happy tears, though. Happy tears are good.

What I'd save

For some reason, I have a strange feeling that I would go insane if all this world ending stuff happened. Apparently, in this scenario, I'm the person who gets to decide what we keep, and what we don't.

Well, as certifiably crazy person in this time, I'd probably bring things that nobody needs. Not to mention I'd probably bring only like six people. And they'd be wondering why I stocked the entire boat with grandfather clocks and a collection of Led Zeppelin's greatest hits. I'd bring some food, but only refried beans. Which is all like "Yay, food!". Until you realize that if you have to choose between starving and refried beans, people will pick starving nine out of nine times.

I fear what I will be like when the world ends. If the world does end, though, I hope it is zombies. Actually, I think my next post is going to be about zombies. Because I love me some brain-eating, vomit-inducing, dead-walking entities of evil all boxed up in the bodies of those who were formerly living.

This whole evolution argument

So, were we or were we not evolved from some lesser life forms? Or did some almighty being intelligently design us 6000 years ago? Or a billion years ago. Your choice, really.

Here's what I say: it really doesn't matter how we were made. We too often get worked up about the little things. Gay marriage? Yea, not that big of a deal in comparison to the fact that people are starving all over the world or that people are dying every day from AIDS in Africa.

Messed up stuff.

I propose this: Let's not get worked up about things that don't matter. How about we worry about things that are important now, such as, you know, keeping people alive? The science money we're putting into trying to find out whether evolution or creation is right could be used for saving kids in some other country. I'd like that.

God

I was thinking about God a little bit. I began thinking mainly about how God got the job that he did, which led me to thinking about what if God had to be interviewed before he got the job? How would that interview process go?

"So, how are you on the all-powerful thing?" How would you even answer that question? "Um, pretty good I guess." "What are your most proficient abilities?" "Well, I can do anything." "Can you be a little more specific?" "Actually, no."

Meh, I don't know how He got here, but good for him. He obviously did something right, you know, creating the earth and all(or however he did it; I really don't know nor do I really care, it pretty much doesn't matter). God's pretty cool in the sense that he just got bored and started making stuff. Not to mention with the heart of a child. It's pretty cool to see someone who created me create me with a heart of pure joy. Makes me happy.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a beautiful holiday in it's simplicity. 'Be thankful'. That's awesome! Think about how easy a holiday that thanksgiving is. All you have to do is remember what you got, and how what you have helps you cope with what you don't.

I think thanksgiving is awesome to because it makes way for Christmas. I adore Christmas.

Turkey probably helps, too. And it is one of the few times of the year that all four of my family can sit down, relax, and enjoy each other. Nobody cares about working, or school. We are just happy to be with each other. We're happy to have people that care about us, which I know many people envy. It's a gift to me.

I enjoy thanksgiving a lot. It's simple! I like simple. Simple makes me happy, because, frankly, I'm a thinker, and simple things help me shut my brain up for a little while. I need that occasionally. It's good to turn my brain off autopilot or thinkmode or whatever you want to call it.

I think that

We are making progress. 'We' being my groups of friends, and progress in reference to us spiritually. It's pretty much unanimous that we don't like church that much. And, on top of that, we all pretty much agree that the normal format of church bothers us.

I think it has something to do with equality. I'm sick of being talked down to. At my age, I'm beginning to feel like I'm a spiritual and mental equal with the people who are preaching to me. That may sound conceited, but that's not my intention. It has come to the point where I'm used to hearing the same sermon over, and over, and over.

It's like hearing somebody tell you that fish breathe with water. And then again. And again. Not only have I heard it a hundred times, but I already know what it means and I already know that it has no substance. Nothing for me to get. Nothing to help me establish a new way of life, or a new way to love people like I should be. I'm sick of hearing the "Go out and save people, chump!" sermon that goes on every week. "You gotta be preaching!" Honestly, nobody wants to be preached to or condemned.

I chock it all up to two things: Love God and love others. That's all I know, and frankly, all I care to know.

Thankful

I'm thankful for being alive. I think about that sometimes. Being alive is really hard to do. There's all of these chemical processes that if one stopped, I would be dead. Which would be terrible. Actually, technically it wouldn't be terrible for me, because I would be dead. I'm not sure if I will be able to discern terrible from not terrible when I'm dead. But who knows.

Anyway, stuff I'm thankful for. Yesterday my mom bought one of those wolf shirts that was made into an internet joke. That was pretty cool. I think she is trying to give me a hint. My best guess is that she wants grand kids. With the wolf shirt, who knows.

I have a good family. I don't fight my brother. Ever. Which I hear is rare. I had no idea that it was rare, until someone told me they fought with their brother all the time. My dad is reasonable. That doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. He is very logical. My mom is loving, and willing to give. I don't really have any family problems, which is a number that I hear is rising. That makes me sad, and much more thankful for what I have.

That's not all I have to be thankful for, but this early in the morning it's all I can choose to remember. Thanks.

An evaluation of church

This has been on my mind a lot lately, so I guess it will make for a good thing to talk about.

I kind of hate church. Is that bad? I'm a Christian, but church really bothers me. It's the same thing every week. There's no reason to grow. At all. None. We can't change without motion. Obviously there is something wrong if we're not moving in a direction.

That's kind of what I want. I want to move in some direction. I don't care which one it is. I'm so sick of the routine that we put ourselves in. Worship first, then offering, then a sermon. And it's the same sermon I've heard every day for all of my life. I hate that. Give me something new, dang it. I need the nurturing. I've been growing in reverse for entirely too long now. I don't say shrinking, because that isn't the word. I've been moving away, slowly but surely.

I don't want that. And it spiritually taxes me. A lot. It's hard to handle. I need a change of pace. I'm sick of taking and no giving during sermons. I want to be able to comment when I've heard something that I think is wrong. And that bothers me a bit. That's not how it's supposed to be.

I don't know. I guess I might be worrying about it a bit too much. I probably should calm down. But it's complicated.

Dreams.

Dreams are strange beings. Half of the time I have no idea why I have them. They, for the most part, seem pointless.

Sometimes, though, I think they're trying to teach me something. I had a dream that someone had moved my dining room table into my kitchen. There's something you have to understand about my kitchen. It's easier for a rich man to go to heaven than it is to get through there. And someone put an entire dining room table in there. At this point, a group of people settles down for dinner. Someone starts talking about horses. Another friend then comments that he can't talk about horses because of his religion. That confused me a bit. Why on earth couldn't he talk about horses? He said, and I quote "Because my religion states they don't exist". While that is one of the most ludicrous things I've ever heard, it's also not that bad of an idea.

Now what am I implying? I'm pretty this dream taught me that horses don't exist. It's a little bit crazy, I know, but have you ever seen one in real life? I doubt it.

How to dodge the draft

This post might be a bit illegal. Scratch that. This post is going to be sickwicked(I just channeled the 90's).

1. Have flat feet. Or, preferably, make yourself have flat feet. It's an incredibly painful process, but it's better than vietnam.
2. Be flamboyant during the interview. You know what I'm getting at. Recruiters hate flower patterns and the color pink.
3. Act like an idiot. Walk in with guns ablazing. Not shooting anyone, of course. I mean literally, set a gun on fire. They won't want somebody who knows the melting temperature of steel running around next to soldiers.
4. Demand a recount. Trust me. It worked for Gore, it can work for you. The only reason Gore didn't win that election were his girlish looks and clammy hands.
5. Run to Mexico. And I literally mean run. Hopefully, in some sort of Gumpesque turn of events, a news team will follow you and the military will have some mercy.

That's all I have, really. Hopefully the draft never comes, because you probably won't make it away from it. Seriously.

Stalemate.

It appears that I've come to a standstill. I think I may have run out of things to talk about, which is going to be an issue. It means that I'm going to have to start making things up.

It won't be hard though. Making things up is an easy process when you know what your basis is for it. It's like writing a children's book. They're not really trying when they write those things anyway. Half of writing a children's book is putting googly eyes on an inanimate object. "Hey kids, I'm soap!". Kids love the googly eyes. God knows why. Googly eyes scare the heck out of me. They bobble around and all of that. And how on earth did that bar of soap get legs and arms? It's like some sort of Ivory anomaly from a laboratory accident in the factory.

I'm really not sure where I'm going with this. I think the basic idea is that I'm going to start completely improvising these posts, and that children's books happen to be a phobia of mine. Yea, that about sums it up.

Blogging

This blog is good for me. I think a lot, and I need a place to source it to. For some reason my brain goes to the difficult emotions. It's the concepts of them that get me. I like to know how things work, why they do what they do. Why people act one way, and why we tend to always err on one side of emotion.

It'd be pretty great if there were a stomach pump for my brain. A brain pump is probably the correct term. Something that would stop me from thinking. I need that occasionally. It's an act of congress to get me to hit the off switch on my head. Fun isn't as fun when it's analyzed as much as I tend to do it. I find myself taking a situation that I'm supposed to enjoy and mutilating it with thought and emotion.

I hate it, sort of. But thinking a lot helps me too. I can problem solve like no man's business. That doesn't mean I enjoy it, though. But I can do it. I can stretch my brain better than most, at the price of social awkwardness and perpetual boredom. I'm not sure if I would trade, though. I think it's a balance, though. One is not better than the other. Both have pluses, and minuses, and that separation makes us.

Greed

Greed is the root of most evil. This post is that sentence, but in typical fashion I'm going to elaborate on this more than necessary. Read if you're bored, I suppose.

Greed is clocklike. People are the gears, and money the fuel that allows it to continue moving. I don't think that money is the basis of greed, though. I think it's selfishness. Selfishness drives corruption. Makes it obvious. Pushes it to a higher level than possible on it's own. Selfishness is a vehicle, a source of mobility for corruption to spread throughout.

Compassion is easily trumped by selfishness. Frankly, it's much easier to be selfish. It's easier to only care about yourself, easier to not give. It doesn't hurt us much, either. And it is often very difficult to feel someone's pain. It's almost a gift, born into those who can handle it and wretched from the hands of those who won't be able to weather the storm that is compassion.

It's hard for me sometimes. My greatest ability is shrugging bad situations off. I can grit my teeth and just get through it. So it's hard for me to be compassionate to other people when I haven't experienced what they haven't.

This got way off topic. My bad. It's just something that I've been thinking about lately.

The Onion

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/28151

I despise The Onion, but in a good way. The Onion, despite being a joke news site, makes me think all too often. Like the one I linked too above. It was a news article, written respectfully after the September 11th attacks. Read it for yourself. It's works your mind a bit.

I like how it talks about the relation between the religions for at least one rule. In fact, here's the quote that really says it: "Can't you people see? What are you, morons? There are a ton of different religious traditions out there, and different cultures worship Me in different ways. But the basic message is always the same: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Shintoism... every religious belief system under the sun, they all say you're supposed to love your neighbors, folks! It's not that hard a concept to grasp."

The truth of that made me laugh a little bit, actually. We all borrow from the same mentality. There is no place on earth that commends people for running from battle or from stealing from your neighbor. Everyone follows some law, some unwritten rule set that is ingrained within us. It separates us from being merely lifeless vessels. Imagine the world where with no conscience, without guilt, without compassion. It would be, in simple terms, a trainwreck.

We are all bound by one presiding notion. A figurative book of precedents.

College

I almost didn't go to college this year. I only have money for one semester right now. I had trouble seeing the point of going if I could only go for half of a year. It didn't make sense to me. People kept telling me that college was easy, though, and that I would just be prolonging my suffering if I decided to avoid it for this year.

I didn't think it was a great idea to come. But the people around me(my brother, my parents) practically made me come. And it ended up being worth it. I've actually learned a lot so far. I've learned how to interact, and how not to write like a fool, and some math thrown in there too. And I'm glad that I learned that college is easy. Really, really easy. I mean, come on. It shouldn't be this easy. I think if I had started late, it would have been a much more difficult transition for me then when I chose to start now.

It was probably a bit important for me to grow up, too. I'm younger than most of the people here, and I need that push to be grown up.

Nouns and adjectives

The word "Christian" is a great noun but a terrible adjective. Or that is what Rob Bell says. And I agree. I think too often people get offended when others say something bad against something labeled as Christian. I, for example, hate Casting Crowns. A lot. They are horrendous. But anytime I say that in front of another Christian, they get offended. Christian music can be uninspired, or just plain not good. And it is okay not to like something because of that, even if they are Christian.

The label doesn't really count. But social norms make it out that way. And that prevents us from truly portraying our feelings. I don't have to like a pastors sermons just because he is a pastor. If it sucks, it sucks. Plain and simple. I don't have to like the way a Church does something just because it is a church. It's okay not to, because it all falls into the same category. Everything has the ability to bad. Or boring. Or any combination. And just because it's labeled as something does not mean that the label is true.

Wasting time

Everybody has something that they use to pass the time. I'm not an arts and crafts person, or much of a story reader(theology isn't bad, though). Reddit.com has been taking up entirely too much of my time, though. It's a social news site. Basically, people post links and they are voted on whether or not they are good. It's addictive. Seriously. Like, really addictive. It has way too many interesting things on there.

Facebook, too. People need to stop being interesting. In fact, I really don't think they are. I think it's the boredom that makes them interesting. You know that phrase "To the hungry even the bitter tastes sweet"? Yea. That's what Facebook is, at least for me. I'm just bored, so the fact that you just woke up and had a bowl of Lucky Charms is stunning and fascinating. It's like cold fusion just happened right in front of me. Now, if I was on Facebook at Disney World, I doubt it would be that interesting. Actually, that's not a fair comparison. It's Disney World, which is too good to compare. Facebook at Six Flags. Yea. That's good. Being on Facebook at six flags wouldn't be nearly as great as when it's six in the morning and I haven't gone to bed yet.

Human nature desires to be constantly entertained. And most of the time, we are. In fact, I think we are a bit desensitized to entertainment. People in the 1800's were entertained when the milk man came around, but we can shrug off a guy breathing fire. I am the culprit, too. So I'm slowly trying to transition out of being so used to having fun. I need to do a bit of work.

Understanding love

Or, how I learned to stop worrying and love. Yes, that's a science fiction joke. No, I won't apologize.

Love is such a difficult concept. There are so many facets to it. It has bits and pieces to its bits and pieces. And what am I trying to do is make a concept of love. See, how I understand things are through concepts. Things must be systematic. Everything has a pattern.

But is it possible to conceptualize love? Can I take a feeling and make it into words? That's where it becomes difficult. Because love is an essence. I think. And writing an essence on paper is like starting a fire in water. You won't even get a spark.

Which raises some issues. Why? Because how do I know how to love if I don't know what love is? All I have gathered so far is that no one knows until they know. And I suppose at some point I will find out. My best guess is that love is a waiting game. We'll never get to it by trying. We have to let love awaken when it makes the choice.

Thanksgiving

You know what I hate? When stores start putting out decorations for Christmas before Thanksgiving is over. I hate it. It ruins the spirit for me. And the spirit of Christmas is something that always counted for me. It's a good feeling. They feeling of relaxation and frigid temperatures. It literally warms my heart, and it is delightful, but only in the right time frame. I want Christmas to be when Christmas is, if that makes any sense.

Consumerism ruins Christmas. And why? Because it's about giving. And yea, that is the most cliche thing that you've ever heard, I know. But it is the truth. And I want it to stay that way. It makes me afraid when companies try so hard to sell Christmas. I don't want that.

I titled this Thanksgiving, and yea, most of it has been about Christmas, but the point of Thanksgiving still stands. Because I want Thanksgiving to have his keep, and Christmas too.

Food.

I don't mind fast food. It's not great, but it's not bad. I think the issue that I have with fast food is that some places do one thing great, and make a vomitous display of another. Take for example, Burger King and McDonalds. McDonald's destroys the market when it comes to fries. They smell good when you're taking them out of the bag, and have perfect seasoning on them. They're never reheated, and are always hot out of the bag. That's is what constitutes a good fry.

Burger King fails at fries. Badly. They smell like trash in an ashtray. They're never salted; it's like Burger King is undergoing histories only salt famine. And every single time they are served to me, you can tell that they are reheated in some sort of industrial microwave or something gargantuan that pumps out radiation like one. It's awful.

McDonald's, though, cannot make a burger. They can make a fake-tasting burger well, though. They have burgers that are almost plasticy in taste. The ketchup and mustard are a "meh" at best. The whole thing tastes like melted down toys. Burger King, on the other hand, can make a burger(as far as fast food goes, that is.) This burger is typically not made of junkyard parts and wooden shoes. They put the right mix of lettuce, tomato and onion, and don't skimp on the ketchup and mustard. They put it together fairly well, too. Not like the trash heap that McDonald's throws at you.

That is the name of the game, though. Be good at one thing, and they won't stop buying because of the rest.