Titles Are Overrated Anyway

Hello all!

It's been awhile since I last posted and... not a whole lot has happened since then. Fall semester ended and spring semester is only just beginning. Nothing too difficult yet, just trying to adjust to a new schedule. You know, I don't think there's anyway that I could write an entire post on what I've been up to. The gist of that whole thing would be my exuberance over books I've read and have been reading and the whole renewed enthusiasm over "The Lingering Storm" which has since been titled to "King of Nothing." Trust me, this title will make the book. I'm really too excited that I'm finally fulfilling a dream of writing a novel to convey it in any accurate way.

With that in mind, why exactly am I posting? I wanted to try something. My mind is a constant torrent of ideas and thoughts and as a little experiment I thought of writing whatever thoughts I've had recently or that I've been having progressively. Of course in between thoughts I'll start a new paragraph, I mean, I don't want this to end up as confused as my thoughts can be.Or you know, it might be just as confused because of the nature of this post. I guess we'll see.

Time waits for no man and one day you wake up flat on your back staring at the ceiling as an old man wondering where the time as gone. You can't waste a moment, and yet we spend a lot of our time trying to waste time. We waste time trying not to waste it. Since we're constantly afraid of wasting time, all our time is wasted in the end. No solution to that, really, since time is infinite and we're one of the most finite things on this planet. Maybe that means we should learn to like every moment instead of counting the ones we have left.

I find that I feel the same as Bane in The Dark Knight Rises. Well, I mean, not in the sense that I want to besiege an entire city, but in the sense that a fear of death is what makes us strong. If you ask me it leads to a stronger survival instinct. I don't want to die, so I'm gonna fight like hell to survive. Living sounds a heck of a lot better to me than the infinite void.

My roommate is playing Mortal Kombat
Liu Kang is like Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee was in Enter The Dragon
Enter the Dragon is a Kung Fu movie
The Savage Killers is a Kung Fu movie
Kung Pow uses footage from The Savage Killers
"You may call me Betty nyah nyah."

I am so ludicrously happy the Ravens are headed to the Super Bowl. This will be the game we deserve.

We're born waiting. We're all waiting to die. We wait for our paychecks, wait for our doctors, our emails, our phone calls, our downloads, our crushes, our television shows, our diseases, our check out lines. All life is is one big wait with no line, no true measure to the end until we're diagnosed with some fatal affliction.

I'm watching A Serious Man, and in the beginning they talk about Dybbuks and old Jewish curses and I keep thinking of The Possession. As terrible as that movie is, I can't help but wait for a sequel where instead of pulling from Jewish or Christian holy texts they pull from Islamic. Now that would be one hell of a movie.

So about that waiting business; we wait, we wait, we wait, we wait, and for what? A whole lot of nothing. All of us just sit back and await our fates like lambs to the slaughter. I envy those that break the chain and act on the opportunities presented them. See what you want? Take it. Don't wait for it to come to you. When you wait everything fades away and slowly becomes so far out of reach you can't hope to get a firm grip on it. Maybe if we act on those moments, the lines'll become shorter.

You know what I don't get? Moral aversion to sex. That's what our bodies were made to do. Seriously. I'm not a guy to jump into bed with the first girl who walks in front of me, but come on people, I can turn on the news and see innocent people blown to bits in the crossfire of some foreign conflict but any two people consent to a natural act it's suddenly a crime against humanity. Things like that drive me nuts. (God, that could be a great pun.)

If I ever run for Congress I'd run on the policy of limiting our terms in Congress and the Senate. I will never be elected.

Existential Crisis 1: Nothing we do matters.

I had a dream once that I was piloting a Black Hawk helicopter. Soon after I added "Become licensed helicopter pilot" to my bucket list.

Larry Gopnik's wife just used the phrase "Whoopsie Doopsie" and I chuckled to myself.

as I keep writing this I keep wondering how I can end a post structured like this. I mean, I could just stop writing completely, but that leaves it open ended... even though everything I've written is open ended. Endings. That's what I have problems with.

Why? No reason.