Some Bullshit
I lost my blogger password. Even better, the email account they have for me is old and was dead. I had to reactivate it.

Anyway. I've just removed my sidebar link to Sage Parenting. This is because I have deleted my EZboard account and no longer go there.

I've been unimpressed for a long time. Once, I remember getting into entertaining, moderately civil debates over political and economic issues. But more and more, I am either flat-out ignored, or my words are twisted around to score meaningless points against straw-men that stand in for my positions. Sometimes, when they feel like mixing it up a bit, they question my motives.

They just decided to ban the only other male poster (Screen name Pizzafreak) because he wasn't enough of a left-wing hippie extremist for them. They questioned his motives a lot too. He has much thicker skin than I do, because no matter how many times they wondered aloud at whether or not he had some twisted perverted reason for posting, he never seemed to get annoyed. No matter how many times they twisted HIS statements into some sort of misogynistic madness, he kept coming back.

Probably why they banned him. Me, I get really sick of their arrogant non-arguing after a few posts and abandon a thread. He keeps going, and going. So they had to take more drastic measures.

In case you can't tell, I'm pretty pissed about the whole thing. I'm sure anyone from Sage reading this is pretty offended right now, but I doubt you're one of the people I'm really ranting about.

What bothers me the most is that currently posting quite prolifically at Sage is the nastiest, most condescending, arrogant bitch I have ever seen on that board. She was the biggest offender in terms of taking a piece of something I or the other male poster had said, and twisting it around to make a worthless point. Every post she made, to me anyway, dripped with haughty sarcasm. Dripped with it. The floor was covered in sarcasm. It was gross.

Her presence alone wasn't what did it, though. I can deal with that. It's the fact that she is...

(drumroll please)

A moderator.

Yeah. Goodbye Sage. You are fast becoming one of the most insular, cliquey, bubble communities I have ever seen. I skipped high school to avoid that, and I'll be damned if I go looking for it online. 
¶ 8:10 PM

  Revival

This blog is dead. Seriously, who am I kidding?

But maybe it doesn't have to be that way. You realize I haven't written Graymere in a year?? Epitaph was cool, and I finished something for once, but christ, that's sad.

So I finished the section I had been stuck on. Basically, I have been rethinking a lot of Graymere, making changes in my head. Most are editable. But a few will impact the scope of the story-to-come. Which means if I continue the story as is I will not be writing the Graymere I want to write. But writing now as if I'd made these changes will be confusing. Finally I said fuckit. So, I want to warn you all.

The biggest change is in the Pestilent itself. I am very happy with the way I have fleshed out Rabith and Jason. When rewritten, Lerell will get the same treatment. I always planned it for Hathas, too, and I will get there in due time. They are evil, yes. Murderous, perhaps insane, certainly without any sort of empathy or compassion for most of their fellow humans. But they are still human. They have motives, twisted and evil they may be. They have desires and ambitions and even love for some people.

But the Pestilent is not human. It has no redeeming qualities or understandable emotions. It is a demon.

The problem I have is that it's not inhuman enough. Right now it feels like a bland, completely evil bad-guy. I don't want to create backstory for the Pestilent, and make it sympathetic.

Instead, I want to remove its sentience. Essentially, I want the Pestilent to be a large, demonic virus. No speaking; perhaps it will give basic needs through Hathas' mouth, but not the convoluted (and I will admit, stupid) way of speaking it currently uses. It will be driven solely by its desire to spread itself into all life. Rather than overt promises of riches and power, the Al'Naer will back it in the basically true belief that they, through Hathas, have bonded to it. They are exempt from its plague and can draw from its wellspring (Graymere itself) at will.

Anyway, this will make the rest of the story rather different to you, dear reader. Especially the next section, when I write it.

So, that's that. 
¶ 6:29 PM

  Ultraworthlesspileofshit

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Okay. So, Ultraviolet is a movie. Based on a comic book. And it may well be a good translation; the cinematography, colors, and FX are all very stylistic; sort of like a not-as-good Sin City. But Sin City had plot, and interesting characters. Even some emotional moments.

Ultraviolet has... um... colors. And FX.

If you see this movie, and about five minutes in you see five guys in ninja gear slide katanas into nifty extradimensional scabbards (it looks sort of like they're impaling themselves, before its explained)... you just saw the best seven seconds of the movie. Walk out and ask for a refund.

I don't know if I can even completely explain how terrible this film really is. An entire, fairly confusing, dystopic future is summed up in literally two or three lines. We are introduced to our heroine through a long extravaganza of a chase scene. Somehow the writer thinks this counts as character development, because now we are supposed to care about this character as she risks her whole life (of which we know absolutely nothing) and all her friends (who appear to be monstrously evil from the first moment we see them) for a child she instantly bonds with.

The heroine wades through literally hundreds of enemies. She is superhuman, so that's okay... but then she slaughters other superhumans even faster, as if she knows they're just as strong as she is, so she better try extra hard. Some of the fights are aesthetically pretty in a over-the-top-even-compared-to-the-third-Matrix sort of way, but it's impossible to care. She's never in any danger, and apparently in the future everyone wears body armor made out of glass. Or maybe glitter. All I know is it bursts into millions of sparkly bits when she hits people. The lack of tension gets so ridiculous that even the movie realizes nobody cares anymore; near the end, it literally glosses over her slaughtering fifty or a hundred men at once, because the moviegoer knows she will emerge victorious.

The movie tries to have poignant emotional scenes... well, 'tries' is too strong. 'Takes a stab at'... well, that's sort of funny because they use so godamn many swords in this future (even though guns-of-the-future have limitless ammunition and no recoil, the katana is the clear choice for superheroines, security guards, and I fucking kid you not, CEOs of major medical corporations), but still too strong. How about this: they include four minute intervals in which streams of nameless ninja-wannabes do not collapse into piles of dead stuff. These intervals are jam-packed with plot information, because, hey, where else could they put the plot? They gotta save the rest of the movie for the fight scenes, man! So jam-packed that it is almost impossible to follow said plot. Something about vampires and viruses and an evil medical corporation. Luckily for us, it doesn't fucking matter. If you do follow the plot you're probably in for an even bigger disappointment; there is almost a glimmer of an interesting idea here, if you dig deep enough into this steaming pile of... you know where I'm going with that one.

Sierra: You'll say 'fucking' five times in a sentence, but you won't say 'shit' on your blog?
Me: Fuck no. It's one of those fucking ethics things.

Ahem.

I think I actually summed it all up best when I walked out of the theater:

I am envious of my ass. Because my ass fell asleep.

For another (similar) take on this movie, go HERE! Because I love her with all my heart and soul and if you don't give her hits she will kill me in my sleep. 
¶ 9:30 PM

  Wow.

19.5 hour shift.

... Wow.

I have less 4 hours before I need to be getting up to open tomorrow. Today. Whatever.

Why did I even take the time to write this?

Bye. 
¶ 11:41 PM

  BAM!

I've been enjoying the past month soooo much. Relaxation, quality time with Sierra, computer games (Our Xbox 360 is glitchy though, so we gotta send it off for a new one). Chronicles of Narnia was alright... the Christian allegory didn't bother me, but the too-fast pacing and some of the cheesier moments weren't impressive. Overall it was fun though.

Anyway. I've been working a lot on a new Subway store. My bosses are opening a second store inside a new Super Wal-Mart. We'll be the food court, essentially, serving sandwiches as well as Wal-Mart snack items (hot dogs, popcorn, etc.) I may have said that before. Either way, the new store opens on Thursday.

We don't have enough staff.

I've put everyone working at least ten hours more than they're used to, but most of them are part time, some very part time, so that'll be okay. Of course, most of them are highschoolers. Oh well.

But there's still SO MUCH SLACK to pick up. This next week I've got 70 scheduled hours. I expect people to pick up a few of them for me, but I'll probably have to stay late as often as I get to go home early. Reality just bitchslapped me, and it hurts.

Ah well. Life goes on and the paychecks get bigger. I'll survive.

Toodles for now. 
¶ 9:11 PM

  Merry Kwidmid to Aww!

Hullo all. I blew a lot of money on presents this particular Ex-mass. Pretty awesome ones, though, so I'm happy.

I've written a titch, but not on any story up here. I'll get back to those someday. I don't have any apology that could possibly represent my regret in this department.

Also, Fantastic Four... not that fantastic. Just a warning.


And to all a good night. 
¶ 9:10 PM

  Best Romance Movie Ever

Think of the most tragic, touching love story you've ever seen in a movie. I don't watch tragic love stories too often, but Titanic is a famous one. Romeo & Juliet has been done in movies, too.

Now then. The movie I just saw blows them all out of the water. It is almost infinitely more depressing. It's extremely exciting, too, and funny when it wants to be. And the actual love itself feels much more genuine, and so the tragic ending is all the more heart-wrenching for that.

I can write lengthy reviews of bad movies, but with a movie this good, what more is there to say?

It is the greatest love story of all time. It is playing at a theater near you.

Go see King Kong. Right now. 
¶ 9:08 PM