If You Must Ask, You Will Never Understand

I command all within the sight of my post to go enjoy this site. You may peruse the more in-depth version here. What's that you say, I've been reading too many science fiction/mad science webcomics? Me? Never! (Rock on!)

~Paul

Class 2 Zombie Outbreak

I'm terrible at this. This "update" thing. See, if I was in school, I might possibly have something to post. At least I could complain about which classes were keeping me from sleeping. As it stands, any update I could write, when boiled down to its essence, sounds something like this:

"Hi. Still wasting my time and not doing anything. I suck. Rock on."

Thrilling, ne?

I'm back on the Café now. (BOC42: "I know this already!" Emmett: "He was off the Café?" Or, alternatively, Emmett: "What café?")

Something to look out for when communicating with other people: "No, I can't say that. Everyone else in the frickin' room has already said something to the effect that they liked it. If I say anything, I have to say, you know, something. Well, I got nothing. I just won't say anything." It's the easiest thing in the world to say nothing because I think I have nothing to say. This leads to prolonged silences.

I'm still working on the fanfiction referenced in my last post, some months ago. For your viewing pleasure, I shall post a segment from the rough rough rough first draft.

"Despite his usual tendency to get up early—highly encouraged by Chip using all of his considerable influence over Dale, physical and otherwise—fatigue from traveling and doing considerable emergency repair work caught up with Dale and caused him to wake up sometime well into the morning approaching noon. The fact that Chip was not looming over him, of course, had no impact in this decision. This, anyway, was what Dale reminded that faint nagging guilt at the back of his head, and peace of mind was restored. He cast one bleary eye around the room—its mate apparently not agreeing that opening was worth the effort—and noticed two things. First, there was a great deal of unwelcome light in the room. Dale made a note to himself—talk Chip into blocking the windows. Second, Chip himself was not in bed. He had apparently lost his sanity and gotten out of bed early. As usual. This was perfectly fine, so long as he didn’t drag Dale out of bed as well. Dale let his lone venturesome eye close, and he snuggled deeper into the fresh grass of his bed.

Bam.

Yep, entirely content in a warm bed.

Bam bam bam.

Not having any trouble getting back to sleep at all. None.

BAM BAM BAM. "

And no, I'm not going to tell you what the bamming was. Not now, at least. And here's another one, also for kicks and giggles!

"Crystal notes filled the small room where Clarice was practicing. It was a simple room, devoid of the comfort and frills that inevitably followed Clarice whenever an audience was around. The only adornment was a piano and bench. Clarice herself stood in the center of the room, eyes closed, standing straight and breathing deeply from the stomach. She climbed her way through a scale, slowing as she neared the top. She practiced her high vibrato, her voice swaying gently around the notes. She held the highest note of the scale for a full twenty seconds, then let herself slide—slowly, controlled—back down the scale. When she reached the bottom, she raised the note half a step and began the new scale, caressing each note as she passed it.

A huge ka-SLAM behind her shattered all her mustered concentration and sent her jumping into the air; she landed, twisted around with her fists up, and met two furry bodies colliding with her. All three of them went tumbling to the ground; one of the two went spinning to the side, the other landed firmly on top of Clarice. She automatically brought her knee up in a fierce jab and thrust her fist into his side; she heard a rewarding rush of expelled breath and shoved her assailant off."

Hmm... yup, that looks like a good place to stop.

In other news, I like cooking brownies! :)

~Paul

An Announcement

You know when you get one of these ideas that seems just so perfect and takes hold of you, but you can't or won't start on it just yet? It took me awhile, and the thoughts have been plaguing me for a long time, writhing about in my skull and multiplying into more and more ideas. I was determined to first write my analysis of Donald Duck in the role of the trickster god in Chip and Dale classic shorts.

That has now been accomplished, in all its glory and length, and I've checked the initial reactions from the peanut gallery. Nezumi likes it and agrees that Donald Ducks fits the roles of Coyote or Anansi quite well. Neal Wolf admits that I make many good points, but as of yet doesn't think Donald would fit very well, and Nezumi/Neal Wolf have gone off into a little thing about how well Loki qualifies as a "typical" trickster god. Owlor and Clockwork Cat seem warm to the idea, and Racebest seems floored by the fact that someone would a) think this in-depth about a cartoon, and b) write all that down. Little does he know that I had analyses written for the other three episodes on the DVD, but cut those out in the interest of keeping the post to a controllable length and sated myself with only a few observations about general trends in the episodes. Also, BOC42 noticed that I finally got around to doing this, and made a suggestion on my future thesis paper. Overall, I am feeling quite pleased about this.

*ahem* Back on topic... Wow, I'm hijacking my own post. Anyway, now that my analysis of a mythological archetype in old Disney cartoons is up, I can move on to the ideas that have been plaguing me.

*puts on tinfoil hat*

That's right, it's fanfic time!

~Silver

(you scared yet, Emmett?)

Color Schemes

I wiped out a few stupid paragraphs. Here's your freaking color change. *pout*

Double Rantings

Greetings, I am Paul. I'm sitting on the floor in Maren's house, using her laptop. Sort of. And now, I will regale you now with my theories concerning the theory of cause and effect. As I understand it, mass and energy contradict the universal application of cause and effect. The Big Bang itself holds with the fact that in the beginning everything was in one little ball, and everything burst out from that point.

By the way, I'm Maren. Nothing afore mentioned is true, except for what Paul will now tell you. Ahem.

I may not have done my research properly, but the conservation of mass and energy means we've never actually seen creation of either one. There's always something before it--a conversion, some little subatomic particles breaking up or colliding, etc. Anytime we look for a genesis, we find something before. Even now one theory about the big bang tries to explain that all matter and energy got into that tiny ball as the result of a previous collapse of a universe, and that this universe is just one in a long course of yo-yoings. Whichever's right, the fact remains that matter and energy were not created, they just were. This is a very unseemly breach of the laws of cause and effect. We either get into an infinite loop of conversions from something previous, with no initial starting point (which violates cause and effct) or we find a point where things just jumped into being out of absolutely nothing (which once again is firing at cause and effect). Even religious explanations can't appease cause and effect--if God, the gods, the universe, an Unmoved Mover, or whatever vocabulary word is convenient brought the universe into being, where did they come from? Some of what Joseph Campbell listed as more primitive mythologies might say the universe just happened, but that starts on the supposition that cause and effect didn't apply initially.

So. Either we find a beginning point to creation--which, because there was absolutely nothing before this creation, would be an effect without a cause--or we continue in an infinite loop of conversions--which once again decides that no initial cause was necessary. Either way, cause and effect did not apply to the start of the whole process.

Oh well. And by the way, pink makes me feel pretty.

~Paul

Adoption

I'm sitting here again, toying with a laptop and sitting in the basement, watching the tv. The computer was blaring awhile ago, until The Powers That Be made the boys turn it off for the night. Dolly got backfrom babysitting awhile ago, too, and has now joined me and her sister in watching Ben-Hur. The funny thing about all this, of course, is that it's not my basement, laptop,
sisters, or brothers, and yet I'm supremely comfortable and accustomed to sitting here. Most people only have one family; I'm doubly blessed with a second family to love. They've been a haven for me through all manner of hideousness.
On top of everything else they've done for me, the fact that my second family is in many ways a polar opposite to my first has exposed me to an entirely different home--chaos and vibrancy, fierce emotion and struggle. I've learned a lot about humans and life just from being so long with the family that's adopted me.
That, I think, is one of the greatest labors we're assigned on this earth--to learn, and specifically to learn about ourselves, about humans. And the family, I think, is definitely the best classroom and workshop.

~Paul

Well, then

I appear to be back home. And I already want to cry over how slow dial-up is. *shakes fist at modem*

And since I have multiple people up in arms over my most recent cliffhanger, I'll quickly say that yes, I missed the written portion of my Japanese final, and yes, that's how it's staying. Next!

When was the last time, by the way, you saw a little kid who qualified as "burnt out"? Practically everyone on my dorm floor qualified in some way after finals, and I know I am, but little kids seem to just get a night of sleep and they can run around screaming the next day. Even junior high kids still seem just fine. At what point do we start losing our vitalilty and pick up the ability to actually be drained for an extended period of time? Stupid high school years.

Okay, that's all I have for now. Bwahaha. Ha. Haaaaa. !

~Paul