Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo
Ever since the creation of this fine blog on the day of September the Tenth, AD (or CE, for tools) 2006, I've been all about promoting joy, prosperity, and peace among mankind through my writings. Apparently I haven't reached as many readers as I would like, because there exists today a great deal of strife in the world, nearly two months later. This is all to say that I can't remember for the life of me (once again) what it was I was thinking so hard about writing earlier today, so I had to come up with something else that might be eye catching. So as I'm standing here with this white mask on my face, I wonder what it would be like if I wore this all the time and went around telling people that I never take it off because I'm too hideous underneath. This would be a patent lie, because (hopefully) I'm not hideous at all. It sure would be fun though, walking around my life in a nondescript white mask drawing weird looks from passers-by and prompting many questions. I imagine it wouldn't go over too well with a lot of people. Maybe if I had a really official-looking doctor's note ("Christopher is far too hideous and as such should be allowed to wear this mask at all times, otherwise viewers may suffer severe internal hemorrhaging and possible eye explosion, Sincerely, Dr. Froggomeistervichwigglester"). Alas, I have not such a note (and such a doctor only exists in the strange life of one Tabgnid ("dingbat" spelled backwards), and I think one would be exceptionally difficult to obtain. And besides, life as a cretin sucks from what I've heard.
That particular line of thought brings me back to the night of Halloween, when I went storming about the Capital Region dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. On a visit to Crossgates mall I made it my mission to draw at least one double-take from a casual observer, but I was unable to even accomplish this. It's very difficult to be a weirdo, let me tell you, unless you're a weirdo pretending to be a normal person. For some reason people never ever pay any heed to weirdos that are out in the open about their weirdness, and I always have to suffer for it. What is this world coming to?
I can't remember the last time there was joy in my sorrowful, bleak, black, scary existence. I really can't. I think it may have been when I was three or so, except video footage shows that time when Billy tackled me for trashing his sand castle on a playground, so even way back then I doubt I was happy. And who can forget the "come down or I'll hit you" incident, at that very same playground? Joy is elusive, folks. Write that down, because it's a handy tip for life.
That last paragraph being slightly out of place and not in the least bit serious (although the two incidents from my three-year-old-hood did in fact occur), I progress towards the ultimate end of this post, which I still don't remember. I keep going to RPI for all sorts of things (like classes and hockey, to name two). Speaking of which, our men's hockey team, being the solitary Division I team in the entirety of our prestigious institute, is quite entertaining. What with the support of the ever-present Red Army, they are nigh unstoppable. Led fearlessly into battle by the primary antagonist at every game, Carlos Perea, the Red Army sets out to demoralize and shame the visiting teams into a brutal, agonizing defeat, or at the very least an exciting one, such as Friday night's 4-3 victory in overtime with a mere 12.6 seconds remaining. Alas, the Red Army is highly unpopular among a vast majority of the civilian student body, as is Mr. Perea (also the acting Grand Marshall (which is a really dang cool name for a position, even though I haven't the faintest idea what he actually does)), earning such taunts from fellow spectators as "two minutes, and Red Army still sucks" and "30 seconds, and Carlos still sucks," both of which are very unclever modifications of the "one minute, and Clarkson still sucks" chant that issues forth at the one minute mark of every period. I for one take the "innocent until proven guilty" stance towards Mr. Perea and his existence, because to date I haven't seen him do anything wrong, save maybe some extreme obnoxious comments toward the other teams, which in the heat of combat are perfectly within reason. Incidentally, during last night's game, in overtime (two games in a row went to overtime) when the entirety of the student cheering section was on their feet, some idiot yelled "sit down Red Army." This particular string of words was completely unwarranted, because everyone was standing. Therefore, it can be concluded that anyone who doesn't like the Red Army is a certified lunkhead. I'm proud to be among the ranks of such a prestigious group. Heaven help us when Mr. Perea graduates this coming Spring...
I have begun a critical analysis of Harry Potter, in light of the opinion that it's evil and deals with the occult and all that. Firstly, the first book in the series is rather poorly written. This isn't something I would have noticed as an 11 year old when I first read it, but going back now, the plot is very rushed, details lack in many places, and it's basically just a novice type book (that is, a book a novice author would produce). That's not to say it was bad; it was enjoyable enough, but I felt a little empty after reading it again. However, the lack of details is one of the major things that leads me to skepticism towards the "Harry Potter=evil" viewpoint. The supposed "spells" written out in the book can easily be observed as clever puns, as are character names and such. There isn't a high level of complexity in the first book, which leads me to believe that it's basically stuff fresh out of the mind of the author. As the story develops, more and more details regarding the characters and histories unfold, but it doesn't at all seem to be something that was all thought out in advance. I'm a bit unconvinced that all of this stuff springs from the occult and is leading people into witchcraft. I mean, if a kid really is going to go out and try to find a magic wand and cast spells, isn't he just as likely to go and try to build a lightsaber and defend the galaxy? As for the healing powers provided by drinking the blood of dead animals (unicorns, specifically) and the satanic human sacrifices, these are all a) patently unrealistic and b) only actions attributed to evil characters in the story. Yes, perhaps a young mind might be influenced to drink a unicorn's blood because the idea was suggested in a book, even though it also explicitly mentions a curse invoked by such an action for harming an innocent creature. I'd say that sounds pretty sinister. The only reasonable gripe anyone can draw who has actually read the books is the idea that the protagonists are so often rewarded for breaking the rules, rather than being punished, and that ultimately disobedience leads to good outcomes. Perhaps it isn't good to create the impression that taking situations into one's own hands is beneficial, but I highly doubt this aspect of the stories is cranking out any real monsters. See, that's where this thing called "parenting" comes in. But I won't even get into that now. Let me just say, before concluding, that none of this is to say that real witchcraft does not exist, because I firmly believe it does. I'm no skeptic of real magic or anything spiritual, really, but in this case I have to agree that it seems to in fact be "just a story." I suppose I'll find out eventually, like maybe when I ask God, but for now I plan to continue my analysis and formulate my theories.
So it turns out that ended up being a heft of a rant, not like I originally intended, but at least I accomplished something here today, rather than just saying "I don't know what to write about" and leaving it at that. And if you would excuse me, I'm currently chipping away at "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." I finished the second book in under two days, and as this one is of roughly the same lengthy, I hope to make equal time. What with classes and all, this probably isn't going to happen, but I'll be done with it by the time the week lets out. On that note, I need to read like what.
The End
That particular line of thought brings me back to the night of Halloween, when I went storming about the Capital Region dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. On a visit to Crossgates mall I made it my mission to draw at least one double-take from a casual observer, but I was unable to even accomplish this. It's very difficult to be a weirdo, let me tell you, unless you're a weirdo pretending to be a normal person. For some reason people never ever pay any heed to weirdos that are out in the open about their weirdness, and I always have to suffer for it. What is this world coming to?
I can't remember the last time there was joy in my sorrowful, bleak, black, scary existence. I really can't. I think it may have been when I was three or so, except video footage shows that time when Billy tackled me for trashing his sand castle on a playground, so even way back then I doubt I was happy. And who can forget the "come down or I'll hit you" incident, at that very same playground? Joy is elusive, folks. Write that down, because it's a handy tip for life.
That last paragraph being slightly out of place and not in the least bit serious (although the two incidents from my three-year-old-hood did in fact occur), I progress towards the ultimate end of this post, which I still don't remember. I keep going to RPI for all sorts of things (like classes and hockey, to name two). Speaking of which, our men's hockey team, being the solitary Division I team in the entirety of our prestigious institute, is quite entertaining. What with the support of the ever-present Red Army, they are nigh unstoppable. Led fearlessly into battle by the primary antagonist at every game, Carlos Perea, the Red Army sets out to demoralize and shame the visiting teams into a brutal, agonizing defeat, or at the very least an exciting one, such as Friday night's 4-3 victory in overtime with a mere 12.6 seconds remaining. Alas, the Red Army is highly unpopular among a vast majority of the civilian student body, as is Mr. Perea (also the acting Grand Marshall (which is a really dang cool name for a position, even though I haven't the faintest idea what he actually does)), earning such taunts from fellow spectators as "two minutes, and Red Army still sucks" and "30 seconds, and Carlos still sucks," both of which are very unclever modifications of the "one minute, and Clarkson still sucks" chant that issues forth at the one minute mark of every period. I for one take the "innocent until proven guilty" stance towards Mr. Perea and his existence, because to date I haven't seen him do anything wrong, save maybe some extreme obnoxious comments toward the other teams, which in the heat of combat are perfectly within reason. Incidentally, during last night's game, in overtime (two games in a row went to overtime) when the entirety of the student cheering section was on their feet, some idiot yelled "sit down Red Army." This particular string of words was completely unwarranted, because everyone was standing. Therefore, it can be concluded that anyone who doesn't like the Red Army is a certified lunkhead. I'm proud to be among the ranks of such a prestigious group. Heaven help us when Mr. Perea graduates this coming Spring...
I have begun a critical analysis of Harry Potter, in light of the opinion that it's evil and deals with the occult and all that. Firstly, the first book in the series is rather poorly written. This isn't something I would have noticed as an 11 year old when I first read it, but going back now, the plot is very rushed, details lack in many places, and it's basically just a novice type book (that is, a book a novice author would produce). That's not to say it was bad; it was enjoyable enough, but I felt a little empty after reading it again. However, the lack of details is one of the major things that leads me to skepticism towards the "Harry Potter=evil" viewpoint. The supposed "spells" written out in the book can easily be observed as clever puns, as are character names and such. There isn't a high level of complexity in the first book, which leads me to believe that it's basically stuff fresh out of the mind of the author. As the story develops, more and more details regarding the characters and histories unfold, but it doesn't at all seem to be something that was all thought out in advance. I'm a bit unconvinced that all of this stuff springs from the occult and is leading people into witchcraft. I mean, if a kid really is going to go out and try to find a magic wand and cast spells, isn't he just as likely to go and try to build a lightsaber and defend the galaxy? As for the healing powers provided by drinking the blood of dead animals (unicorns, specifically) and the satanic human sacrifices, these are all a) patently unrealistic and b) only actions attributed to evil characters in the story. Yes, perhaps a young mind might be influenced to drink a unicorn's blood because the idea was suggested in a book, even though it also explicitly mentions a curse invoked by such an action for harming an innocent creature. I'd say that sounds pretty sinister. The only reasonable gripe anyone can draw who has actually read the books is the idea that the protagonists are so often rewarded for breaking the rules, rather than being punished, and that ultimately disobedience leads to good outcomes. Perhaps it isn't good to create the impression that taking situations into one's own hands is beneficial, but I highly doubt this aspect of the stories is cranking out any real monsters. See, that's where this thing called "parenting" comes in. But I won't even get into that now. Let me just say, before concluding, that none of this is to say that real witchcraft does not exist, because I firmly believe it does. I'm no skeptic of real magic or anything spiritual, really, but in this case I have to agree that it seems to in fact be "just a story." I suppose I'll find out eventually, like maybe when I ask God, but for now I plan to continue my analysis and formulate my theories.
So it turns out that ended up being a heft of a rant, not like I originally intended, but at least I accomplished something here today, rather than just saying "I don't know what to write about" and leaving it at that. And if you would excuse me, I'm currently chipping away at "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." I finished the second book in under two days, and as this one is of roughly the same lengthy, I hope to make equal time. What with classes and all, this probably isn't going to happen, but I'll be done with it by the time the week lets out. On that note, I need to read like what.
The End
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