Well, my weekend was pretty good. It feels like it's still going on, despite the fact that it's Tuesday evening/Wednesday morning. Probably because I've done absolutely nothing all week.
Anyways.
Friday night was good, though I can only remember chunks of it. I believe there was Risk. I was the first out, because Chris is a bastard. I also blame Andrew, because if he'd used his risk set entirely for the purposes of crushing Chris instead of half crush / half defense, I might have been able to slip in and wipe him out. But ah well. He's fucked in the next match. Chris, that is.
And there was somebody new at the drop-in. Well, two new people actually. A girl, whose name I deem unimportant and do not care to remember (you know...it was one of them...girl names...Ah hell, they all sound the same to me). And there was Paul. I met both of them briefly on my last day camping. Then they were at drop-in.
Josh brought his GameCube. Had some fun with that.
Dave had a baseball game, so he was absent.
Rebecca was dead, I assume. Alive now. I saw her briefly today.
Then there was Chinese food and lightsaber dueling. Philosophy guy was there. He brought popcorn. He seemed just as possibly high as he had the first night we met him. We stayed longer than usual. People stopped to take our picture. Three times!
We created a new set of rules for fighting where the only elimination is head-shots, and you don't lose limbs. Pretty wacky. I ended up getting hit in the head a lot.
Girl sarcastically said we were cool. Or something. I dunno. It was sarcastically hurtful, but it was the only negative reaction we got (to our faces) all night. So that's a plus. Yeah. It was late when we left. I forgot how late. Josh and I went to 7/11. I got some N05, some Jolt, and I bought Josh a root beer for his troubles. I believe we talked about Star Wars on the ride home.
Ah yes, we did. I remember now. We discussed in detail the possibility of playing a game with a wingless tie fighter. You know, other ships crashing into it to try to propel it to certain designated "net" areas. With the pilot still in it, of course. Otherwise it would be boring.
Yeah.
When I got back, Ethan had some of his friends over. They ended up spending the night.
When I got up, they were gone. I convinced Ethan to go upstairs and continue his sleeping there.
James stopped by. We watched a movie or something. I forget what about. I remember teachers, and cancer.
Then Eric came by, we played video games or something, then we went to rent a bunch of manly movies.
King Arthur
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Troy
Serenity
I'd already seen Serenity twice that week, but god dammit, you can never have too much!
At some point during Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Dave arrived. We finished the movie, watched Serenity, somehow all ended up with our pants off, then the movie ended, we watched South Park, and Eric left. Dave and I continued to watch cartoons, and around two in the morning, Jared arrived with Girl-Jared, Wyatt, and Scott. It was a serious nerd-party up in here. And by nerd-party, I mean I drank Coke and hung out with Dave watching Beerfest while they all LAVISHED their attention to Megaman. Damn kitten. Getting more attention than Nate. NOBODY GETS MORE ATTENTION THAN NATE! NOBODY!
Jared responded to the cat in the same way a teenage girl would. I found it comical. I mean, the others liked the cat, but none so much as Jared. I suppose he's claimed partial ownership in his mind already, since we'll be living together with the cat. But as long as it's here under my (kinda) roof, eating my (kinda) food, and attacking MY (not kinda. Totally, in this case) feet, he's my cat.
In fact, Dave and I did many comical things with the kitten over the weekend. We discovered that he's horrified of my new fridge. Well, being put in it anyway. But that didn't stop us! Not that we left it in there for any period of time over about three seconds. We're not CRUEL. Just...Mean. Oh, and he's not nearly so frightened of my old fridge. Which is strange. But he didn't suspect a thing with that one! Also putting him on top of the fridge was fun, since he could not get down until Dave got too close, and then he jumped on him and climbed down like a little furry ninja.
Oh yeah, back to the nerds...So we were all hanging out, and Wyatt needed to get home, since it was quite late. But nobody seemed to care. Poor Wyatt. We ended up outside, where they were going to leave, but then we just hung around out there for about half an hour. I hadn't bothered to put any pants on still. But since it was Rockwood at three thirty in the morning, I didn't figure it mattered. There weren't any cars. Until the police cruiser, that is. But my hearing was such that I heard a vehicle coming, and was in the process of opening my door when the police cruiser appeared at the intersection. I slipped in, acquired pants, and even did up my shirt before leaving again. At that point, the police officer was just finishing his duty of making sure we weren't planning on robbing the bank, and he left. People were impressed that I heard it coming. Apparently I was the only one. Well, I'm awesome.
Then they (finally!) left, and Dave and I went back inside, where we promptly went to sleep. In the morning, we had time to put the cat on various appliances and poke Ethan while he cooked french toast before Dave left to go see Rebecca. Then I was left in the house alone, so I watched some Samurai Champloo on the computer (yay internets!). Then I played some Samurai Warriors 2: Empires. Then Kate called, and she came over. We hung out a bit, I brought back a movie (Serenity, the others were seven day rentals), and I picked up three more seven day rentals.
Fight Club (which Jared was SUPPOSED to bring when he came over but didn't 'cause he's a giant bastard from the planet douchebag)
Lost in Translation
And...Something...Else...Two discs...Sitting upstairs...Ah well, I don't remember. It was manly, that's what's important.
Then we got some supplies, and went back to my house to bake cookies, while I made crude sexual comments and tried to look down her shirt at every given opportunity. But she expected that. And her breasts looked fantastic.
Then she had to go, and I went down to James' house with her so she could say goodbye to him. He's going to B.C. for a while, left today I believe. Not sure when he's going to be back, but he didn't bring much money (didn't have much money), and it's only a matter of time before he's either arrested or mauled to death by a bear. Hopefully he doesn't get mauled to death by a bear in prison. It sucks when they arrest bears thinking they're just really hairy homeless guys. Anyways, then Kate left, and I spent the rest of the day watching cartoons on the computer.
In fact, that day I got through twenty-two of twenty-six episodes of Samurai Champloo. It's a damn good show. By the same guy that did Cowboy Bebop. Of course, some of the episodes didn't seem to be relevant to the story at all (the baseball episode, for example...), but they were entertaining nonetheless. I would recommend the show to anybody that loves Feudal Japan, strange plots involving wandering Samurai, and kick-ass fight scenes.
But yeah, that was pretty much my day.
Then on Monday I got up and cleaned the house. Then I started to play Metal Saga, a game I bought a while ago and only played once. It's an RPG where you drive around in tanks and be awesome. That's what I'm doing right now. Driving around in a tank and BEING AWESOME.
I played for nine hours on Monday. And about six today.
Yes, don't tell me, my life is pathetic. Didn't know
that already. /sarcasm
Also rented 300 today. It was AWESOME. And leads me to a rant as soon as I've wrapped up with the summary.
Rebecca and Caitlin also stopped in today. Which was...Unexpected. Well, not so much the stopping in, as they announced that via the telephone, but the initial phone call. It was from Rebecca's, and it was Caitlin inquiring as to when I was going off to college. I said that I was moving out in September. I won't be going to college for a while yet though, but whatever. That was pretty much that conversation. Then five minutes later, they called again, and announced that they were going to come over. So they did, they saw the kitten, and then they just played with Trumpets instead. Which was odd. Usually girls go crazy over small kittens, rather than pudgy middle-aged cats. Ah well, I'm sure he enjoyed the attention. Caitlin gave me a tie she made. A Coca-Cola tie.
I wasn't aware that you could just...MAKE..ties. I presumed it involved a large machine reminiscent of a printing press, where large squares of fabric go in, the press comes down, steam flies out everywhere, and when it opens, there's a tie in there. Already tied, for some reason. In fact, I'm going to continue with this belief. It comforts me in times of strife.
So yeah.
More Metal Saga. Watched 300 with my parents. They were impressed. So was I, but that's needless to say, since I saw it already in theatres. Good times.
Anyways, my 300-inspired rant.
Well, it's not INSPIRED by 300, but it reminded me of it. It's a conversation that I was having with Eric over the weekend. About heroes.
And our lack of heroes these days.
I mean, we don't have any heroes in the classical sense these days. We don't have big imposing commanders that lead their troops into risky battle and come out on top. We don't have anything similar to the heroes of Feudal Japan, the heroes of the Grecian era. We've got politicians, and sports players. Great...One's overpaid to talk, the other's overpaid to play games. If they qualify as heroes, I think we're in trouble.
I was reading the paper a few months back, and a large title caught me eye. It said something about how a hero's house was set on fire by a gang. I was intrigued. How was the person a hero, I asked myself. What did he do to gain such a prestigious title? It turns out he opposed a gang who was going to beat some kid up, told them to stop. Then they burned down his house.
Is that was passes for a hero these days? I mean, sure, I guess it was kind of brave, but I think the article said he ran away afterwards. But merely stepping in, saying "cut that out", possibly saving one person from being beaten up, THAT'S a hero? I was quite offended.
What would the heroes of yore think about the title being given to that kid? What would King Leonidas think? What would King Arthur think? What would some other generic hero that's not a king think?
Do you know where the word "hero" came from? No, of course you don't. You're a silly little ignorant person. I mean, you pretty much have to be to bother reading this stuff.
Anyways, it came from the Greek word for Demi-God. Because all of the original heroes were the offspring of mortals and Gods. So because this kid stuck up for a stranger and prevented a few bruises and maybe a black eye, that makes him the offspring of a God? Bah!
We don't have heroes at all these days, and it saddens me greatly. We don't have somebody sitting at the head of an army, waiting to personally lead their troops into battle, risking life and limb for a cause they believe in. No, we've got politicians and military commanders that sit comfortably in offices and meeting rooms, quite often in different countries, deciding where the armies move next. They're in no danger. They aren't there to watch their men live or die, win or lose. They're the bodiless voice heard over the radio ordering troops onwards.
If you ask somebody who is a hero to them these days, and what do you get? Fictional characters. Sporting heroes. Celebrities. In a world where somebody can say that Paris Hilton is their hero, you know we're in some pretty serious shit.
What we need is for society to collapse. Sure, maybe it wouldn't be the best thing in the world for us, but it would sure mix things up. We need to rid ourselves of technology (as much as it pains me to say that), and we need to get back to our roots. Get rid of the guns, the bombs, the tanks. Why can't we have a battle where numbers count for more than what kind of guns each side has? Why can't we go to a world where one can stand against many without simply being shot down? Why can't we go back to the world that built our current generation?
Countless people died to get us where we are now. And look at us. We sit high atop our pedestals, watching everything through the television, but it doesn't mean anything to us. It's just words and images. We need to get back to the days past, where the only news is passed by word of mouth from town to town. The simple world, where you worried only for yourself, not the state of the economy or who is going to fire the first nuclear weapon.
And dammit, we need wars again! Not the sissy wars of today. Not wars fought with sniper rifles that can pick people off that can't even see you, not wars fought with car bombs and tactics that slay innocent lives. Wars with swords and horses. Wars where you didn't just shoot somebody and watch them fall down.
With guns, fighting becomes intensely impersonal. You shoot somebody, and they die. It doesn't mean anything. You should be fighting them right up close, where skill becomes a real issue, and you actually see the person you're going to kill. You're forced to look him in the eye and take him out before he stabs you in the face.
Or at the very least, we need people to stand out and become heroes that actually deserve the title.
But I'm tired and I'm caring less and less about what I'm talking about.
Until next time,
Shit, I just lost the game.
~Kataron
