ChaplainBlue

Monday, October 23, 2006

Mish-mash.

I didn't know what I was looking for so I didn't know what I'd find.

I still don't.

We need a hero.

Amen.

I fell asleep praying in that room. That was the best rest I've gotten in years. In my sleep I heard someone calling me. It was the name of a character in a game, but it was my name somehow. The name of a Nobody called Roxas. "Roxas, Roxas," it called. I felt like I could be...just be, you know?

Heh. How odd. I wonder what my true name is.

Friday, October 20, 2006

I must get this out of my system.

Children's television sucks. I will not cite these reasons because these are the ones that anyone can site: 1) The values the television shows put forth are horrid; 2) The lazy asshole is the one everyone loves and the people that are good are constantly at odds with the asshole and never win.

Instead I'm going to cite this one reason: Mere subject matter. Most cartoons nowadays don't really have a point. If you don't believe me, try watching The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Spongebob Squarepants, or Camp Lazlo. The other shows that have a point (Good vs. Evil, dealing with friends, parental issues, etc) are all tried and dull. Krypto the Superdog, Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, Fairly Odd Parents, and Ed, Edd, and Eddy come to mind for these.

NOTE: I love Ed, Edd, and Eddy, and Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. But not for what the actual material is.

Instead, most of these cartoons are filled to the brim with idiocy, mundanity, and cheese factor.

Now for my number one question: What happened here? Children's shows when I was younger had stupidity (Animaniacs) and Cheese Factor (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers), and mundanity (What the hell was that show called?). But there was something to most of them (I won't exclude Animaniacs in this because it was mere silly entertainment, but a sight cleaner and at least more light hearted. And the assholes never won out).

Power Rangers was full of cheesiness. The acting was big and melodramatic. Every villian, robot, and morphed Ranger used large, staccato gestures. The terminology was incredibly funny. I mean, what the heck are Mega-receptors? But there was something of valor in them. The villians, thought they lost always, knew weaknesses to exploit, and had plans to make the good guys squirm. And squirm they did. The vile witch Rita Repulsa played on the Blue Ranger's fear of fish by sending down a fish monster to destroy the world. She took advantage of the Black Ranger's self-pity and self-isolation when he felt his friends had forgotten his birthday and attacked him in a weak moment. She frickin' melted the Green Ranger's powers and lured him into a trap where he would be forced to fight alone! And somehow the good guys had to overcome any number of things: 1) Themselves (pity and loneliness and fear) in order to 2) overcome the bad guys in order to 3) save the entire world.

But who does that anymore? Krypto the Superdog never has to face himself before he can face his enemies. Batman never learns anything new about himself or grows from his experience.

The villians from back in the day were also just as ruthless with each other as they were with their true enemies. Lord Zedd banishes Rita Repulsa and then kicks the ever-lovin' snot out of the Power Rangers in her stead. He was always calculating, always plotting. The bad guys of the old days were bad ass.

Now what do we get? Most of the bad guys in any given cartoon are joke characters. In Pokemon, Ash (Main character) generally fights a band of thieves and criminals called Team Rocket. Team Rocket rides in a bike pedal submarine, argue and whine about food, and never put up a good fight. They never exploit the weaknesses of Ash, his friends, or his animal fighters. Instead the Electric Rat Pikachu fires off an electro-static knucklechild and sends them flying into the horizon. In the cartoon Shaolin Showdown, the main first in command cronie is a genius child who whines and cries and can never get the better of his adversaries and squanders his own enormous intellect. Why the hell even have bad guys at all?

Now that I've done the "back in my day" story and stepped on my soap box, I'm getting off it and going to bed. But that sure did make me feel loads better.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Fasting.

I'm sick of food. I'm not anorexic or bulimic, mind you. I'm just tired of food. I feel like I eat too much of it. My appetite is big, and so is my stomach. Plus it seems like my mind and body are always so sluggish after meals. It feels like even my heart grows sluggish. Not in the physical way, in the emotional way. It bothers me.

So I'm going to do 3 things:

1) I'm going to pay more attention to what I eat.
2) I'm going to eat less so I don't overeat.
3) I'm going to eventually decrease my diet until I am ready to fast for a week or two.

I read a book that says fasting from food can do good things for the mind and soul, so I'm going to give it a try.

And after the fast is over, I'm going to work up the discipline to exercise a little everyday.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

I am not a cynic. (Revised).

I'm not.

I'm jaded.

jaded adj. made dull, apathetic, or cynical by experience or by surfeit

and to clarify:

surfeit n. disgust caused by excess.

There it is. That's what Jaded means and I think it works for me.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Lists.

Because I can, I'm listing things out.

Pokemon I want to have on my little squad by the end of the game:

Bulbasaur
Rapidash
Seadra
Onyx
Dodrio
Weezing


Rare things I want for myself or others:

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Seasons 1-3
A Pokemon Red/Blue Strategy Guide
KOTOR II (But that one might not be as rare as I think)

Things I want completed by next Fall:

Found and enrolled in Grad School
Write a book
Be in good shape
Take Martial Arts classes regularly
Learn to repair and patch pants
Consistently Monkey Vault
Consistently Kong Vault

Ok, so I'm a great big geek. Nothing new discovered by the lists.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Superhero.

I wish I was a superhero. Not necessarily for all the obvious reasons. Having the ability to lift heavy things, fly, and fire beams of energy from my hands and/or eyes could be fun. But really, truly, the reason why I want to be a superhero is to have that nice, clean dividing line between good and evil. I want the bad guys to be all bad and the good guys to be all good. I want to fight them, beat them up, and then know that I was doing the right thing for it. I don't want shades of grey or subtle attacks. Battles must be formulaic and I must alway win. I also don't want to doubt the goodness of my own character. So I'd like to be a superhero. Life would me so much easier that way.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Past few days.

One night I went to bed and in the background of my tiresome mind I found that I have been acting and thinking in a way not unlike the way I was in high school. So I stayed sleep for a few minutes to think over where I was when I stopped acting like I did some 3 or 4 odd years ago. When I went from High School to College I was still wrapping up some personal issues. My self-confidence was waning, I was nearly always grumpy towards myself, and I hated inconvenience. I didn't like people much at all. Then I started to like people, began that steady climb up to the high self-esteem, and began to find myself. Then something happened.

I had a more urgent problem to attend to. I found that people did not like what I thought about what was quickly becoming the central pillar of my life--Christianity. My spiritual side was under attack. So I became angry and embittered towards other Christians and worked to maintain a patient attitude towards them while defending my own position. I survived.

Now that I'm out of college and away from those that would piss me off in matters spiritual, I'm actually mellowing out. I like to talk about Christianity now because I've got no enemies. I'm not angry when I talk about Christianity and I have no intention on making the people I don't see everyday look like fools. So I'm experiencing some freedom there.

With the current so-called crisis over, I would guess that I am returning to the problems that I had very nearly finished. Some bits of them still remain, but I am better equipped to handle them. It's also funny because a lot of the people I knew in high school are becoming increasingly more in touch than they were before.

I don't really know what to think about it.