Freedom?

There is never any true freedom no matter how one tries to feel free. Machines are programmed to do their tasks. Animals are programmed to survive, reproduce and so on. Even though some humans may try to feel liberated by not obeying the rules set by their (likely retarded) brethren, they are unlikely to be free from the urges of their humanity and limitations of their minds and bodies.

So you think you're a conservative because they appeal to your logic...

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Back From Vacation

Right, back from vacation and I guess I'll be putting some backdated posts up when I finally go thro0ugh the gazillion pics I've taken there. Anyhoo, just finished Company of Heroes. Just another of those WWII games, set in RTS for a change. Frankly, I wonder why people just wana relive that horrible stretch over and over again.

Selfishness And Selflessness

There is a tension between selfishness and selflessness. The very act of following rules is a selfless act, submitting to the will (presumably) of the people around you. It can get irritating when you do have to follow those rules, yet it is also irritating when someone does not and winds up offending or adversely affecting you. I suppose it's the self-centred thinking that gets people this way. Someone else just has to be selfless so I can be selfish.

Then again, why must selfishness be taken as a bad thing. There should not be anything wrong with caring only for oneself, when most people do that. After all, pure collectivism is regarded with quite some hostility. I guess humans will just never be satisfied.

The Nose Knows

Melons do not typically foam and ooze fluids. This one does. While I was visiting the kitchen, I wondered why the air smelled especially foul. The sweaty scent of decay, really. I thought it was some leftover food, but it didn't seem to come from the dining table. Anyway, I followed my nose, and then I heard a weird wet-sounding hiss. By the gods, the melon was quietly and merrily decaying in my kitchen! Anyway, here's a pic as a keepsake, and a reminder to mind your melons.

Strange Warrior

I am a strange warrior. There are times when I live in blood and chaos, demanding to be bombarded with endless complications, trials and tribulations to vanquish. And indeed I do, when they come. Yet there are times when I wonder and long for peace and a straight road. Still, what bugs me most is that the outcome of even the victories are never perfect enough. Even the best laid plans fall apart on the field, and yet I persist on insisting on perfection. These can only be the desires of a strange warrior, or a mad one.

The Chalice

A chalice lies empty,
A hole at its base.
Never to be filled,
Hollow, unrealized grace.

Though gatekeeper permit,
No keymaster may pass.
The sealed dawn's lips,
A shadowed, sealed lass.

No fresh blood of spring,
Nor vibrancy of summer.
Only a lingering autumn,
To an eternal winter.

Potting In Plastic

I'm doing what they learned in high school: Potting things in waste plastic. Yeah, so I cut off some of my candy containers and filled them with sterilized organic fertilizer, put a bit of water in them and all that. They're currently sitting on my window sill, which is the sunniest place I've got around here anyway. The initial experiment was successful, and I had a very healthy strand of wheat grass growing in my sill pot whilst an entire crop perished from lack of sunlight in a larger pot.

Currently experimenting with mint and chives. Hope those things like my window!

Spidey...3!

I watched Spiderman 3 on the big screen yesterday. What can I say? It's Spidey! Then again, I think the pacing of the movie was rather bad. I do agree with my friend that the show seemed draggy. However, that was probably due to the contrast between the fast early action scenes, the long lull in-between and then another build up to another burst of action leading to the climax. I guess it just doesn't flow well. Moreover, there were some plot holes that depended on the audience's knowledge of the backstory, some of the characters were well...out of charater. My major gripe would be that they dwelt way too much on the sordid details of the breakup with MJ.

However, for an average movie that has the usual bit of eye candy and lots of action, I suppose it's fulfilled its purpose. There's the lingering feeling of the movie trying to do too much in too little time. I mean, it's a number of issues (in comic terms) to cover Goblin, Sandman, Venom AND the MJ breakup. I suppose it's understandable that the film feels like a bit too much of a jack of all trades.

Guys And Love

Right, this might be a generalization, but I figure I just had to get it off my back sometime. Tweener would understand. While I was watching Spiderman 3, the guys in the cinema were laughing out loud at the death scenes. Then when we got down to the scene where Osborne's butler said something like "I loved your father", the guys laughed out loud again, my guy friend included.

It's sorta funny to observe, how guys react to the word "love". When a guy says it to another guy, it's automagically a gay thing. But gals are immune to that, thank goodness. Makes one think just how crappy it'd be to be a guy, whot, with love being such a distant thing.