Be writing more soon.
Jan
27
Hmmm, what to write about…
Gotta be something to write about…..grr.
One thing on my mind is how much more peaceful things would be if people were gone. This is a result of several things: Seeing I Am Legend today, watching a bit of that History Channel special, playing Pikmin/2, and listening to some Half-life music.
I Am Legend was really different from your typical movie, which should be obvious considering throughout most of the movie there’s only one human talking to his dog and various mannequins. But the sense of desolation created by the premise was almost unsettling, yet in a way it was very calming. After we’re gone, all that remains of our civilization are decrepit landmarks that animals use for their own devices. Quite amusing to observe, seeing that your existence leaves no real lasting impact. The movie was actually quite sad at several points. You could see the sad moments coming a mile away, but it didn’t make them any less tragic.
Pikmin 1/2 are godly games that must be played and beaten by anyone who calls themself a gamer. Funny concept really, little people from another planet come to earth after humans have disappeared (for reasons unexplained), and form an ecosystem-altering symbiotic relationship with tiny plant-like organisms who have virtually no free will. I love it. Underneath the cutesy presentation of the pikmin and other local fauna/flora, lies a dark interpretation of the food chain, and perhaps even some vague social commentary on the impact of the human race and the scope of life. Touche, Miyamoto-san. The ending of both the games are quite upbeat and satisfying, showing the impact that a little guidance can have on people (or pikmin). I’ll definitely be maining Olimar in SSBB to pass the time until the inevitable 3rd installment on the Wii releases (hopefully this year).
I find it a bit odd that I listen to music from games I have never played (though I want to). Nonetheless, the Half-life universe (or more specifically Portal) is very interesting. You can probably find the song “Still Alive” on Youtube; it plays during the credits of Portal (which is an amazing and mind-blowing game), and has very sadistic/happy overtones. It also makes my title relevant to the post, which is nice to have.
(Oh, and why does spell check not recognize Youtube?)
Jan
14
Music. Other than actually talking to someone, this is my favorite form of expression.
The thing with me and music is that when I listen, its not me listening to to someone else sing or play, its actually me producing the music. If that makes sense. Bah, who cares if it does, its my blog, I’ll say whatever I want, however I want.
Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is that I can always listen to a song if I can relate to it in any way, either lyrically or rhythmically. To hear someone else sing about something that you’re feeling/saying/thinking/doing is the best feeling in the world, whether you relate to it literally or metaphorically. Hell, even if they’re singing about getting shot at, as long as I’ve been shot at too It’d be a great song! What better way to deal with something than to smugly think that someone else is having just as much fun/feeling as much pain as you? Now, obviously not everything I listen to screams “me” in every single line, but if there’s even a little something there that I can……..taste, I guess, then its worth it. But I don’t care how artsy or different a group is; if they got nothin’ to say thats worth listening to /interpreting, then I in turn have nothing to say, and believe me, I gots plenty to say.
Once again, that probly only made sense to me, but its still my blog, so suck it, Trebek.
Jan
12
Now for my least favorite subject: Me
Shocking, I know.
I think other people think that I care about myself much more than I actually do, because I’m not a very confidant or vain person.
I do care about my friends quite a bit, perhaps to a fault. I cannot imagine myself with a life worth living if I did not have the friends that I do. But I’m very protective of them, probably overprotective in two or three cases. It saddens me when my friends do stupid shit, though some of the time they wouldn’t see it as stupid. Again with the over-protectiveness. I always look at the worst possible outcome. I guess I just get jealous easier than other people. Lucky me.
But despite all of this, I can never bring myself to be openly angry with any of my friends. It’s not that I can’t (because I have come very close before), it’s just that I’m afraid that things would never be patched up afterwards, and I like keeping my friends. I’m afraid of my own emotions, or at least the really strong ones. You’d never know the difference between me being happy and me being ecstatic, I don’t show it much. It’s probably bad for me emotionally, but whatever.
That’s it for now.
Jan
11
In the process of trying to see ryan’s blog I somewhat inadvertently created my own.
Now, I’m no fan of blogs. Especially blogs not dedicated to my favorite upcoming, all-star featuring, wii-based, fighting game. I think almost all blogs are a waste of time and everything done on them could be done better and faster somewhere else, and believe me, this is definitely one of those blogs. And yet here I am. Why, though. Why indeed.
I don’t like writing about myself. It never fails. I always will look back at some point in the near future on my past writings and say to myself, “Wow. That sounds completely and utterly fucking stupid.” And then I’ll probably delete it. I wish I could make my posts undeletable, and force myself to live with what I thought was a good idea at the time. Because that’s how real life works. You can’t delete your past like that, even if you want to (and I always do most of the time…lol).
And that, folks, is how I roll. This’ll be interesting.
For me.
Maybe.
