And I need you more than want you; And I want you for all time
This time I update not out of a passion to share with you the secret of life, nor worthwhile knowledge. Not even because it's been awhile and I feel I should alert that I'm still alive. No, it's a much more noble reason. My computer is full of windows that I want to close, but am keeping open because I feel like posting the contents here, and I will forget about them the second they go away. They're pretty much quizzes, but whatever. This will be a multi-part thing, because I'm tired, don't want to do it all at once, and I figure it has a much better chance of being read or responded to if it isn't in one big chunk. Damn you all and your inability to respond to long posts, aside from the ones that mention how long it is, or how much the length is enjoyed. Well, except David. We all love David. Except, apparently, everyone that doesn't. And that's sad. I'm sorry, David. I also like saying your name. And singing Buddy Holly while dancing in the street in a fancy suit. But enough about me. Let's see what the internet had to say about me! (Actually, no. Part one will not have anything like that, I don't think.)
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=) I'm a heathen. A true heathen! I need a crucifex and holy water to keep me away, and even then.. your life is in my hands! =D
You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.
Satanism
96%
Buddhism
79%
Paganism
79%
agnosticism
75%
atheism
58%
Islam
42%
Judaism
42%
Christianity
29%
Hinduism
21%
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.
Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.
Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.
Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".
The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.
The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
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You are Nicola Tesla, inventor of the Tesla Coil!
A minister's son from Simljan in Austria-Hungary, you were precocious from an early age. At three you could multiply three-digit numbers in your head and calculate how many seconds visitors to your home had lived. In awe of your older brother Dane, you shot a pea-shooter at his horse, causing it to throw him and inflict injuries from which he later died. This tragedy haunted you ever after. You frequently suffered bouts of illness with hallucinations throughout your life. During one affliction of cholera, you encountered the writing of Mark Twain, with whom you were later to be close friends. Later, another, this time mystery, illness inexplicably heightened your senses to a painful extent, only relenting when you hit upon the idea of the alternating current motor.
You developed an aversion to human contact, particularly involving hair, and a fear of pearls; when one would-be lover kissed you, you ran away in agony. Later, you insisted that any repeated actions in your day-to-day life had to be divisible by three, or, better yet, twenty-seven. You would, for example, continue walking until you had executed the required number of footsteps. You refused to eat anything until you had calculated its exact volume. Saltine crackers were a favourite for their uniformity in this respect. In the midst of important work, you forgot trivial details such as eating, sleeping or, on one memorable occasion, who you were.
Your inventions, always eccentric, began on a suitably bizarre note. The first was a frog-catching device that was so successful, and hence so emulated by your fellow children, that local frogs were almost eradicated. You also created a turbine powered by gluing sixteen May bugs to a tiny windmill. The insects panicked and flapped their wings furiously, powering the contraption for hours on end. This worked admirably until a small child came along and ate all the creatures alive, after which you never again touched another insect.
Prompted by dreams of attaining the then-ridiculed goal of achieving an alternating-current motor, you went to America in the hope of teaming up with Thomas Edison. Edison snubbed you, but promised fifty thousand dollars if you could improve his own direct-current motor by 20% efficiency. You succeeded. Edison did not pay up. It was not long until you created an AC motor by yourself.
Now successful, you set up a small laboratory, with a few assistants and almost no written records whatsoever. Despite it being destroyed by fire, you invented the Tesla Coil, impressing even the least astute observer with man-made lightning and lights lit seemingly by magic. Moving to Colorado Springs, you created a machine capable of sending ten million volts into the Earth's surface, which even while being started up caused lightning to shoot from fire hydrants and sparks to singe feet through shoes all over the town. When calibrated to be in tune with the planet's resonance, it created what is still the largest man-made electrical surge ever, an arc over 130 feet long. Unfortunately, it set the local power plant aflame.
You returned to New York, incidentally toying with the nascent idea of something eerily like today's internet. Although the wealthiest man in America withdrew funding for a larger, more powerful resonator in short order, it did not stop you announcing the ability to split the world in two. You grew ever more diverse in your inventions: remote-controlled boats and submarines, bladeless turbines, and, finally, a death ray.
While whether the ray ever existed is still doubtful, it is said that you notified the Peary polar expedition to report anything strange in the tundra, and turned on the ray. First, nothing happened; then it disintegrated an owl; finally, reports reached you of the mysterious Tunguska explosion, upon which news you dismantled the apparatus immediately. An offer during WWII to recreate it was, thankfully, never acted upon by then-President Wilson. Turning to other matters, you investigated the forerunner of radar, to widespread derision.
Your inventions grew stranger. One oscillator caused earthquakes in Manhattan. You adapted this for medical purposes, claiming various health benefits for your devices. You found they let you work for days without sleep; Mark Twain enjoyed the experience until the sudden onset of diarrhoea. You claimed to receive signals in quasi-Morse Code from Mars, explored the initial stages of quantum physics; proposed a "wall of light", using carefully-calibrated electromagnetic radiation, that would allegedly enable teleportation, anti-gravity airships and time travel; and proposed a basic design for a machine for photographing thoughts. You died aged 87 in New York, sharing an apartment with the flock of pigeons who were by then your only friends.
Ridiculed throughout your life (Superman fought the evil Dr. Tesla in 1940s comics), you were posthumously declared the father of the fluorescent bulb, the vacuum tube amplifier and the X-ray machine, and the Supreme Court named you as the legal inventor of the radio in place of Marconi. Wardenclyffe, the tower once housing your death ray, was dynamited several times to stop it falling into the hands of spies. It was strangely hard to topple, and even then could not be broken up.
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
Also, this. It's the most fitting thing possible, for those of you that know me. I mean, really. Hiking alone. In the woods. Naked. I'm glad.
You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from. Always remeber that one guy who was hiking alone and got in a rock slide. He could have died, but he cut his own hand off to save himself. Don't end up like him (or worse, dead).
Disappear
100%
Stabbed
67%
Eaten
67%
Natural Causes
60%
Accident
60%
Gunshot
53%
Suicide
47%
Cut Throat
47%
Bomb
47%
Disease
40%
Drowning
33%
Suffocated
27%
Posion
20%
How Will You Die??
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So I actually like the results of those things. At least what got first. I wouldn't call myself a satanist in the least, but I gotta say, I like those ideas. And I like those ways of dying, except, I can't figure out the stabbed one. The eaten I get.. not the stabbed.
And, because this sucks, and gave me four tied answers, I'm posting them all.. because.. I dunno, I suck.
You scored as The Moon. Divinatory Meaning: Completion, Fulfillment. The end of a major cycle. The world of dreams.
Reverse Meaning: Holding back reality by living in a dream world.
You have a keen sense of people and are able to identify power where others are oblivious. You are drawn toward celestial bodies and draw strength from them. Others find you intriguing, not being able to put their finger on what it is about you that they cannot resist.
You scored as The Fool. Divinatory Meaning: A new chapter opening in one�s life. Originality. Eccentricity.
Reverse Meaning: Dispersion of energy.
You are able to find humor and excitement in any situation. Although you may not always crave attention, you are a people person at heart. Others love your style and sense of self. Many admire that about you and look to you as a source of strength.
You scored as The Emperor. Divinatory Meaning: The Struggle for personal independence.
Reverse Meaning: Unable to receive from others.
You are very independent. You feel awkward asking for assistance and don�t like accepting help from others. It is important to you to achieve those things that you�ve set your sights on, but often are not sure how to accomplish them.
You scored as The High Priestess. Divinatory Meaning: Be guided by your intuition.
Reverse Meaning: Superstitious. Deluded.
You feel energy around you�everywhere. You are aware of things that others are not. You listen more to your inner voice or feelings than most people. Concentrate your efforts on this gift. It is a talent that will develop as you focus on it.
Which of the Major Arcana are you?
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Oh well.. I liked those answers more than the rest. Even if they all fit to a degree.
The music bit isn't being done because it's full of more things that will fit. Basically, 50s, 60s, and 70s classics. That's the main part of what I've been listening to, anyway. Glen Campbell, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, Martha & The Vandellas, Spencer Davis Group, Neil Young, Jefferson Airplane.. a number of others, but I think that most of that is going to go over people's heads. They're brilliant.. but.. maybe it's better if not too many of you know what I'm on about. I can just be mysterious and secretive and misunderstood. Then my plans will be so much easier..
And, one random thought: I don't like IMDB's top 250 movies. Not exactly that they're bad movies and I have any problem with them, but I have a serious problem with what is where. I don't think LOTR deserves near as good as what it got, or any of the Star Wars other than the very first one put out. I mean, I can't say with all.. but the newer ones seem higher than they should be, in general. Then again, sometimes the rating I'd give a movie is spot on, but it's rating is way off.. I guess this is a problem that comes with having a massive weighted average sort of system, but I don't really like it. What really makes me lose faith, though, is Sin City is on it. Kill Bill I can understand, even if I don't agree with it. Sin City just strikes me as an entirely stylized movie intended to fry your snapses with so much flair and constant visual bombardment that you won't be able to think coherantly afterward. I mean, yeah.. it's good-- for what it is. Of course.. one can look at the demographics to find out why it scored so high.. but.. eh.. putting it in even the top 500 movies of all time seems sketchy.
BUT! It's all a popularity contest, like everything else in life. And then you realize that the world is run by majority rule, more or less. And that the majority is almost always wrong. Then you go curl up and cry. And one day, after you've swept it under the rug and forgot about it you can die cold and alone.
I forget where I was going with this. Marcus Aurelius has amazing advice, and I'm curious why he isn't more accepted by our culture. His ideas really aren't foreign at all. They sound like.. what was it in school today.. something Emerson would have written? This guy was a serious Roman, and it seems, the Romans and us have a hell of a lot in common. So why he isn't more accepted is curious. It would appear to be a much easier to digest philosophy than say.. Taoism.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I had some random thoughts I meant to put down. But I can't really recall now. Or at least, I guess I've put some down. So I'm sitting here in a full suit and tie and santa hat. The santa hat is a new addition, and it makes me look like the drunk boss at an office Christmas party. Before I didn't have it, and was dancing around and singing. Think Christopher Walken in Fatboy Slim's Weapon of Choice music video, with far less skill. Also wore my fedora to school. That was fun. Oh. My hiking boots sort of take the effect to a new level, though. I'm not sure what level.. it's just funny.
Anyway. I radiated a deep and heartfelt love for all things the other day. It was nice. I like doing that. It's actually brilliantly relaxing and peaceful. And, as Tom was saying.. it's funny, or as I am saying, fucking hilarious, that of the people he knows I'm the happiest. Then I reminded him about Justin and Julia. Now it's a toss-up. I guess we could hold a happy-off or something, but that seems like the sort of thing someone that's full of themselves would do, not such an amazing god of a person as myself. I'm far too wonderful and modest to do such a thing.
Go figure that that emperor thing I posted up above.. I actually got that. It boggles the mind! And puts sparks in the loins!
Edit: Oh.. the.. US Emperor one. Not the dragon. Rawr.
What kind of looter am I? You decide!
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You can also view a breakdown of results or put one of these on your own page!
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=) I'm a heathen. A true heathen! I need a crucifex and holy water to keep me away, and even then.. your life is in my hands! =D
You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.
Satanism
96%
Buddhism
79%
Paganism
79%
agnosticism
75%
atheism
58%
Islam
42%
Judaism
42%
Christianity
29%
Hinduism
21%
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.
Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.
Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.
Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".
The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.
The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
You are Nicola Tesla, inventor of the Tesla Coil!
A minister's son from Simljan in Austria-Hungary, you were precocious from an early age. At three you could multiply three-digit numbers in your head and calculate how many seconds visitors to your home had lived. In awe of your older brother Dane, you shot a pea-shooter at his horse, causing it to throw him and inflict injuries from which he later died. This tragedy haunted you ever after. You frequently suffered bouts of illness with hallucinations throughout your life. During one affliction of cholera, you encountered the writing of Mark Twain, with whom you were later to be close friends. Later, another, this time mystery, illness inexplicably heightened your senses to a painful extent, only relenting when you hit upon the idea of the alternating current motor.
You developed an aversion to human contact, particularly involving hair, and a fear of pearls; when one would-be lover kissed you, you ran away in agony. Later, you insisted that any repeated actions in your day-to-day life had to be divisible by three, or, better yet, twenty-seven. You would, for example, continue walking until you had executed the required number of footsteps. You refused to eat anything until you had calculated its exact volume. Saltine crackers were a favourite for their uniformity in this respect. In the midst of important work, you forgot trivial details such as eating, sleeping or, on one memorable occasion, who you were.
Your inventions, always eccentric, began on a suitably bizarre note. The first was a frog-catching device that was so successful, and hence so emulated by your fellow children, that local frogs were almost eradicated. You also created a turbine powered by gluing sixteen May bugs to a tiny windmill. The insects panicked and flapped their wings furiously, powering the contraption for hours on end. This worked admirably until a small child came along and ate all the creatures alive, after which you never again touched another insect.
Prompted by dreams of attaining the then-ridiculed goal of achieving an alternating-current motor, you went to America in the hope of teaming up with Thomas Edison. Edison snubbed you, but promised fifty thousand dollars if you could improve his own direct-current motor by 20% efficiency. You succeeded. Edison did not pay up. It was not long until you created an AC motor by yourself.
Now successful, you set up a small laboratory, with a few assistants and almost no written records whatsoever. Despite it being destroyed by fire, you invented the Tesla Coil, impressing even the least astute observer with man-made lightning and lights lit seemingly by magic. Moving to Colorado Springs, you created a machine capable of sending ten million volts into the Earth's surface, which even while being started up caused lightning to shoot from fire hydrants and sparks to singe feet through shoes all over the town. When calibrated to be in tune with the planet's resonance, it created what is still the largest man-made electrical surge ever, an arc over 130 feet long. Unfortunately, it set the local power plant aflame.
You returned to New York, incidentally toying with the nascent idea of something eerily like today's internet. Although the wealthiest man in America withdrew funding for a larger, more powerful resonator in short order, it did not stop you announcing the ability to split the world in two. You grew ever more diverse in your inventions: remote-controlled boats and submarines, bladeless turbines, and, finally, a death ray.
While whether the ray ever existed is still doubtful, it is said that you notified the Peary polar expedition to report anything strange in the tundra, and turned on the ray. First, nothing happened; then it disintegrated an owl; finally, reports reached you of the mysterious Tunguska explosion, upon which news you dismantled the apparatus immediately. An offer during WWII to recreate it was, thankfully, never acted upon by then-President Wilson. Turning to other matters, you investigated the forerunner of radar, to widespread derision.
Your inventions grew stranger. One oscillator caused earthquakes in Manhattan. You adapted this for medical purposes, claiming various health benefits for your devices. You found they let you work for days without sleep; Mark Twain enjoyed the experience until the sudden onset of diarrhoea. You claimed to receive signals in quasi-Morse Code from Mars, explored the initial stages of quantum physics; proposed a "wall of light", using carefully-calibrated electromagnetic radiation, that would allegedly enable teleportation, anti-gravity airships and time travel; and proposed a basic design for a machine for photographing thoughts. You died aged 87 in New York, sharing an apartment with the flock of pigeons who were by then your only friends.
Ridiculed throughout your life (Superman fought the evil Dr. Tesla in 1940s comics), you were posthumously declared the father of the fluorescent bulb, the vacuum tube amplifier and the X-ray machine, and the Supreme Court named you as the legal inventor of the radio in place of Marconi. Wardenclyffe, the tower once housing your death ray, was dynamited several times to stop it falling into the hands of spies. It was strangely hard to topple, and even then could not be broken up.
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
Also, this. It's the most fitting thing possible, for those of you that know me. I mean, really. Hiking alone. In the woods. Naked. I'm glad.
You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from. Always remeber that one guy who was hiking alone and got in a rock slide. He could have died, but he cut his own hand off to save himself. Don't end up like him (or worse, dead).
Disappear
100%
Stabbed
67%
Eaten
67%
Natural Causes
60%
Accident
60%
Gunshot
53%
Suicide
47%
Cut Throat
47%
Bomb
47%
Disease
40%
Drowning
33%
Suffocated
27%
Posion
20%
How Will You Die??
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So I actually like the results of those things. At least what got first. I wouldn't call myself a satanist in the least, but I gotta say, I like those ideas. And I like those ways of dying, except, I can't figure out the stabbed one. The eaten I get.. not the stabbed.
And, because this sucks, and gave me four tied answers, I'm posting them all.. because.. I dunno, I suck.
You scored as The Moon. Divinatory Meaning: Completion, Fulfillment. The end of a major cycle. The world of dreams.
Reverse Meaning: Holding back reality by living in a dream world.
You have a keen sense of people and are able to identify power where others are oblivious. You are drawn toward celestial bodies and draw strength from them. Others find you intriguing, not being able to put their finger on what it is about you that they cannot resist.
You scored as The Fool. Divinatory Meaning: A new chapter opening in one�s life. Originality. Eccentricity.
Reverse Meaning: Dispersion of energy.
You are able to find humor and excitement in any situation. Although you may not always crave attention, you are a people person at heart. Others love your style and sense of self. Many admire that about you and look to you as a source of strength.
You scored as The Emperor. Divinatory Meaning: The Struggle for personal independence.
Reverse Meaning: Unable to receive from others.
You are very independent. You feel awkward asking for assistance and don�t like accepting help from others. It is important to you to achieve those things that you�ve set your sights on, but often are not sure how to accomplish them.
You scored as The High Priestess. Divinatory Meaning: Be guided by your intuition.
Reverse Meaning: Superstitious. Deluded.
You feel energy around you�everywhere. You are aware of things that others are not. You listen more to your inner voice or feelings than most people. Concentrate your efforts on this gift. It is a talent that will develop as you focus on it.
Which of the Major Arcana are you?
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Oh well.. I liked those answers more than the rest. Even if they all fit to a degree.
The music bit isn't being done because it's full of more things that will fit. Basically, 50s, 60s, and 70s classics. That's the main part of what I've been listening to, anyway. Glen Campbell, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, Martha & The Vandellas, Spencer Davis Group, Neil Young, Jefferson Airplane.. a number of others, but I think that most of that is going to go over people's heads. They're brilliant.. but.. maybe it's better if not too many of you know what I'm on about. I can just be mysterious and secretive and misunderstood. Then my plans will be so much easier..
And, one random thought: I don't like IMDB's top 250 movies. Not exactly that they're bad movies and I have any problem with them, but I have a serious problem with what is where. I don't think LOTR deserves near as good as what it got, or any of the Star Wars other than the very first one put out. I mean, I can't say with all.. but the newer ones seem higher than they should be, in general. Then again, sometimes the rating I'd give a movie is spot on, but it's rating is way off.. I guess this is a problem that comes with having a massive weighted average sort of system, but I don't really like it. What really makes me lose faith, though, is Sin City is on it. Kill Bill I can understand, even if I don't agree with it. Sin City just strikes me as an entirely stylized movie intended to fry your snapses with so much flair and constant visual bombardment that you won't be able to think coherantly afterward. I mean, yeah.. it's good-- for what it is. Of course.. one can look at the demographics to find out why it scored so high.. but.. eh.. putting it in even the top 500 movies of all time seems sketchy.
BUT! It's all a popularity contest, like everything else in life. And then you realize that the world is run by majority rule, more or less. And that the majority is almost always wrong. Then you go curl up and cry. And one day, after you've swept it under the rug and forgot about it you can die cold and alone.
I forget where I was going with this. Marcus Aurelius has amazing advice, and I'm curious why he isn't more accepted by our culture. His ideas really aren't foreign at all. They sound like.. what was it in school today.. something Emerson would have written? This guy was a serious Roman, and it seems, the Romans and us have a hell of a lot in common. So why he isn't more accepted is curious. It would appear to be a much easier to digest philosophy than say.. Taoism.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I had some random thoughts I meant to put down. But I can't really recall now. Or at least, I guess I've put some down. So I'm sitting here in a full suit and tie and santa hat. The santa hat is a new addition, and it makes me look like the drunk boss at an office Christmas party. Before I didn't have it, and was dancing around and singing. Think Christopher Walken in Fatboy Slim's Weapon of Choice music video, with far less skill. Also wore my fedora to school. That was fun. Oh. My hiking boots sort of take the effect to a new level, though. I'm not sure what level.. it's just funny.
Anyway. I radiated a deep and heartfelt love for all things the other day. It was nice. I like doing that. It's actually brilliantly relaxing and peaceful. And, as Tom was saying.. it's funny, or as I am saying, fucking hilarious, that of the people he knows I'm the happiest. Then I reminded him about Justin and Julia. Now it's a toss-up. I guess we could hold a happy-off or something, but that seems like the sort of thing someone that's full of themselves would do, not such an amazing god of a person as myself. I'm far too wonderful and modest to do such a thing.
Go figure that that emperor thing I posted up above.. I actually got that. It boggles the mind! And puts sparks in the loins!
Edit: Oh.. the.. US Emperor one. Not the dragon. Rawr.