Monday, August 29, 2005

Jesse?!?

This just keeps getting better and better.

Apparnetly, Jesse Jackson has gone down to Caracas to visit Chavez.

A W E S O M E ! ! !

My brother made the comment earlier that this is starting to look like material for a musical.

Just think of it... CHAVEZ: LIVE FREE OR GET KILLED BY PAT ROBERTSON!!! The best-selling Broadway musical! With guest appearances by Jesse Jackson, Fidel Castro, and thousands of disenfranchised Venezuelans!

Hey, I'd go see it.

Pissing off people for fun and profit

Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone into Social Psychology rather than Experimental Psychology. Already, I've ruffled a few feathers here and there. And you know what? I kind of like it. Just think: I could piss people off for a living!

Nah... not so much. I'm not really that good at it. Well, maybe a little bit.

Anyway, the political fallout from the whole Pat Robertson mess seems to be working out quite nicely for Mr. Chavez. In fact, Robertson may very well have added several years to Chavez's political life with his statements. After all, the man has been claiming that the U.S. Government is trying to kill him for the past two or three years now. And up until last week, he hasn't exactly had any "evidence", if you could call it that. Oh, but fear not, Mr. Chavez! Here comes Pat Robertson to save the day!

No, I'm not done being mad about this. Much to my relief, people didn't do what they typically do and just lump Pat in with all Christians and call us all ignorant sociopaths (and for that, I am grateful to the media). They've pretty much figured out that the man doesn't exactly represent the thoughts and opinions of the rest of us, and that gives me a little bit of hope for the world. (Don't worry... I'm sure it will all be squashed come Monday morning.)

Oh, well. I should probably shut up before my opinions get me into trouble. What? My mouth getting me into hot water? Nah... that's never happened before.

Wait... why did my nose just get longer?

Still, in all seriousness, I do commend Mr. Robertson for apologizing. It takes guts to face up to an error of that nature, and I can respect that. I mean, how bad does it suck to have to say, "sorry about the whole assasination thing, old chap?" Yeah... I don't think Pat's getting a Christmas gift from Chavez this year.

Well, except perhaps for a fruitcake. You know, the kind that people send to people that they don't like just for the sake of getting rid of the blasted thing?

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

To Pat Robertson: SHUT THE HELL UP.

No, seriously.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9047102/

Thanks to people like Pat Robertson, the world sees Christians as narrow minded bigots willing to kill and rape and destroy anything that threatens their narrow worldview. This little fiasco will, more likely than not, make it even more difficult for real Christians to share the message of Jesus Christ with others.

Jesus said that the world would hate his desciples... but I'm pretty sure that he was reffering to the fact that the world will hate them because we believed on him, and not because we're narrow minded buffoons who are more concerned with legislating morality than showing genuine love, grace, and compassion to others.

Thanks, Pat. You've just made my job a hell of a lot harder.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Convenient Fiction

Matt "Mothergoat" Cox, my friend and fellow gamer, has just released his latest album under the new bandname Elsewhere. It's called Convenient Fiction, and is well worth a listen.

It's only available online (for now), and you can download it for only $7.00. Go to www.mothergoat.net for download information as well as news and what not about the band. Oh, and don't forget to visit the goatherd while you're there... ;)

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Keep your ads off of my blog

Ok, just so we're clear, if ANYONE else uses the comments section to post an advertisement, I WILL NOT be as merciful as I have been with the first altercation.

Again, just so we're clear, DO NOT POST ADS IN THE COMMENT SECTION OF THIS BLOG.

Crystal?


Good.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Significance

After perusing a few google hits on some old friends of mine, I have begun to wonder about the significance of this blog in the greater scheme of things. Blogs are quickly becoming a primary source of news (for better or worse) in the media (take the well known Wonkette for example). So, does having a blog make me responsible for posting thoughts and information that can better help inform the world? Should I sharpen my rhetorical wit and begin delving into political theory, monitoring candidates and their effectiveness to their constituencies? Should I pour over statistics and current events and try to give some shred of insight on the whole matter?

Nah. To hell with it all.

I started this blasted thing as a vent for my warped sense of humor, and occasionally a soapbox for the little tiny decent part of the shriveled black thing that I call my heart. Hell, I don't even want my real name associated with this blog, so I stick with my freaking gamertag as a handle, for crying out loud.

This thing is for entertainment. MY entertainment. And if other people end up getting entertained or amused along the way, well... whoops, I guess.

Furthermore, I'm no good at political analysis. I can only imagine the horror that would ensue if I were to become one of those trendy new political blogs.

"Um... I think... uh... that... um... the... war... on... terror... is... um... controversial?"

No duh. Next redundancy, captain obvious?

I do, however, enjoy keeping up with current events. But making this a news blog just wouldn't work, as I have this inability to resist the desire to make snide little comments about everything.

For example:

"Michael Jackson was acquitted today, meaning that child molestation is now legal in California."

This would be what the industry calls a "no-no."

Well, unless I was doing things the way the Daily Show does them.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. More and more people are turning to the Daily Show for their news nowadays anyway....

Ok. It's settled. The silliness and randomness shall continue. Along with a little more craziness and a dash of biting, scalding wit. That is, as soon as I figure out how to be witty. Dangit. Where's my copy of "Jokes for Dummies?"

Well, hold on a second. Maybe I should face up to current issues. Perhaps that's not such a bad idea after all. I think that perhaps I should talk about humanity's tendency to be complete and total monsters to one another. You know, death camps, genocides, poverty, world hunger, global warming, Bambi's mom getting shot. That sort of thing. Mix that with a little bit of the perpetual and willing moral decay across the world (yes, it's not just a problem in the United States), add a cup of the global dissolution of the family unit, add a dash of unstable Middle Eastern politics, sprinkle in a bunch of missing Russian nuclear weapons (that as far as I know we still don't know where they all are), bake for a few years in a Korean Nuclear Scandal, and presto: You get the human condition.

In a nutshell, WE SUCK. And I should talk about it.

I mean, I should, right? I could offer an interesting perspective on the topics, couldn't I? As a psychology student, I get to see all of this mess play out first hand on a micro-cosmic sort of level in the basic human mind. Here we have these absolutely magnificent brains that were designed (yes, designed) to do beautiful, phenomenal things. And, true to our natures, we piss them away, drowning them with excessive generic entertainment, overbearingly sexual advertising, solipsistic decision-making hierarchies, and stale homogeneous music (which, last I checked, was spelled C O L D P L A Y).

I haven't even mentioned the basic American's lack of knowledge about the rest of the world, the whole globalization issue, the third world debt debacle, the fact that we turn to celebrities for moral guidance when they're completely oblivious morons that are morally bankrupt in and of themselves, the fact that we're eating ourselves to death while the rest of the world is starving, the fact that people think "Everybody Loves Raymond" is a funny show, the basic human unwillingness to listen to new perspectives...

Yes, these are the significant issues I want to talk about. The world-views, the thought-patterns, the basic values (or lack thereof), and how they impact (and in many cases cause) the problems in the world. And I choose to meet them head-on with a nasty sense of humor and some substantial Christian hope.

Not with a boring blog.

Or with a wiffle bat.




Especially not with a wiffle bat that has a bunch of those annoying little bells in it that dingle when you swing it so you look like some kind of idiot standing in the middle of the street with a wiffle bat full of dingle-bells taking empty swings at the world's problems. Yeah, that would suck.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Pullman

Well, I'm here.

And I won't have internet access in my appartment until the middle of next week.

Ack.

Until then, it looks like I'll have to interact with that lovely thing called "reality" that I hear so many people ranting and raving about.

Oh, wait... I have a huge DVD collection. Nevermind.

Recently, the GF and I watched the entire Band of Brothers mini-series on HBO. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly reccomend it. Gut-wrenching and sobering... all in a very good way.

We were watching the interviews and special features, and we came across Ron Livingston's (Little Black Book, Office Space... he played Lt. Nixon in Band of Brothers) video diaries. In one of the interviews, he had to call Captain Winters to get information about his character (Nixon). What surprised me was that he was nervous about calling him. You know, in the way that a "normal person" would be about meeting a big name actor like Sean Connery or something like that. But Winters was an ordinary man who had done extra-ordinary things as the leader of Easy Company and then later on as a batallion leader in the 101st. Livingston had read about all of Winters' accomplishments in the Stephen Ambrose book about Easy Company and from other historical documents and was nervous about meeting him because he thought he was "larger than life."

Huh.

A famous actor, well known for portraying people that he isn't, nervous about meeting a real person, "starstruck" by the real things that the real person had done.

Now THAT'S the way it should be.