I've been away. Things are changing. Timings all wrong as I was trying to get back on this blog, heh. Can't be helped, I guess. Universe is gonna do what the Universe is gonna do. Fate. Destiny.

And other such nonsense.

Anyway, watch your favorite stuff on Youtube. Something that interests you. Then, if you want to be put in a bad mood, read the comments. People can be so negative and off-putting. Kinda ruins it all.

But, know where comments only make you feel as warm and fuzzy as the video itself? Any Final Fantasy Seven sound track video. Any of them. All the commentators have only the fondest of memories. Memories about the songs taking them back and super vivid joys of playing FFVII. It is interesting to see thousands upon thousands that feel exactly as you do. And all of it positive.

Storytelling and art. Maybe it is an unappreciated medium. If FFVII were a book...

If it were a book...

If it were a book, it wouldn't be the same. As it is, it touches more sense than a book ever can. You can't hear a book. You can't see it either. Yes, books evoke those sense with description. Imagination's potential is unleashed. But the same thing happens with a video game if you let it. To me, what's on screen is just a suggestion, something to guide you in the right direction, to let imagination open up and soar. Just as words on a page.

I digress. Happy comments and happy feelings on soundtrack videos. There.

Note: In retrospect, comparing books to video games is like apples and oranges. Really too different to compare in a way that makes sense. That is like comparing your wedding day to the birth of your first child. Or second. All events are great, but is one better than the other? Different kinds of great. Fuck. Well, I'm not erasing the shit. I meant it when I typed it.

Maybe this is what this blog is for...

Sorry, blog. Weekend turned into a three day bender. I had a good time and all, but I accomplished absolutely nothing. Made some new friends and stuff, but I didn't skate or study. I need to do both of those things. And remake my profile. It needs overhauling. Wonder if I'll commit...

Bad days suck. Have too many in a row, and it can seem like everything sucks. But, everything ends. A bad day can't last but 24 hours. Nothing can suck forever.

I'm like a one man wolf pack. I like solitude and chillin' by myself. But it seems Lone Wolves get lonely, too...

Lone Wolves... Is that an oxymoron, ya think? Like some kind of paradox? I say it is...

So, there I was minding my own business when I suddenly found myself wasted at a bar on a Monday night. By the time I was...coherent, you could call it...enough to understand anything or give a damn, it was Tuesday. So, no Monday blog.

But it is my blog, so I can drunkenly miss days if I want. Even if I didn't want.

I want to play Double Dragon.

I was going to say something about a terribly unproductive weekend, but I wanted to see if I could come up with a blog-skip excuse. At the moment, I've got nothing. But do I need a reason to skip a blog entry? Nope. Not at all. Blog skips look like this....


(read the following blank space to your heart's content. Scroll down, read it all at once, take your time with coffee breaks included. Whatever you want to do. But don't strain yourself reading all that vast, empty blog entry.)

A friend and I were talking about overrated things, like movies, and the people who like them. As in people who will defend the very worst media, "Oh, you just don't get it!" or "You don't understand the art..." blah, blah, blah.

I say if you like something and you know could very well be crap, take off your fan blinders and accept that maybe it is crap. You don't have to stop liking it. No one said that.

I like Tank Girl. The movie. Didn't exactly win any awards. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't have a cult following either. But I like it. I've accepted that it won't we put in the American Film Institutes vault for being culturally significant. And if it is, they should probably take it out.

But, yes, like what you want. Maybe it wont' win any awards. If there are enough like minded people you can always enjoy a nice cult following. Or a Razzie. I like the Razzies. That shit's funny.

Is it a moment of Pure and unadulterated clarity that makes us tell those we love things we never could before after a nights drink?MOr is it drunken foolishness that should be disregarded the next morning?

Maybe clarity isn't even possible. Maybe. Or is it drink is the excuse to say all the things you wanted say?

Mystery...

Clarity...

Some song or another else about hypothetically having another chance at some crossroads in life made me wonder about some things. In a brief review of the past 2 years I found that pretty much all the decisions I made I would make again. I wouldn't change a thing. Maybe appreciate things a little more, but I wouldn't do anything different. I think this means that I have no regrets. I stand by all the decisions I've made. I don't have regrets.

Blog skip day? Indeed. Not to be confused with senior skip day. Blog skip day happens more than once per year.

I think my triumphant return to my blog is coming along nicely...