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Should super heroes kill. I didn't type a question mark because although it's clearly a question, it doesn't deserve to be. I mean, honestly. If it insists on being a question, the answer is clearly no. No. No. No. No. No. Pure and simple. Throw Tim Burton's movie out the window. Throw Joel Schumaker's movie out the window. They both missed a very key component of Batman, that being that he doesn't kill and even goes out of his way to try and make sure his opponents survive. I heard the question asked in comicdom not long ago: "how many times does a villain have to escape prison and start killing innocent people before the deaths can be blamed on the hero that didn't kill said villain?" I say that's bologna. It's not the hero's job to kill. What the hero does is apprehend. He stops the crime, then it's in the hands of the legal system. If a super villain has killed 300 people, why are we locking them away? Why aren't they getting the death sentence? You want to permanently remove a threat to society? Death sentence. That's what capital punishment is there for.
What's the opposite of crime? I think that it'd be great if we took whatever the opposite of crime is and started rewarding it. Thesaurus.com suggests "good deed" and "kindness" as antonyms but neither of those really say "opposite of crime" to me. I mean, wouldn't it be nice if a police officer would pull you over while doing 60 on the highway and getting passed on both sides by your fellow motorists and just said, "hey, thanks for obeying the law" and then gave you a monetary reward? Like an anti-ticket. I think that'd be just swell. Legalism survives on the idea that if people think they could get punished for a misdeed then they'll fall in line. Would the idea that people could get rewarded for being well behaved cause them to fall in line also? I just don't know.
I think that today, I shall watch tv, and movies, and play video games and read. I already went to the library and copied some grad school info out of the grad school guide there, and then put another chapter into my formulary, and got whats left of my old notes out of the attic. What I really should do is write, but the problem of writing isn't in the concept of writing. It's the act. It's not hard to invent an elaborate story in your mind and have it all acted out and know what's happening, but it's tedious to convert every image, every thought, every idea, every motivation, every action, into words so that other people can share in it. My idea of writing is to take a concept and expand. For example the Natalie Portman book which is really not about her at all. If I write it, it's about the fictional author, he's writing a story, and he's getting distracted by tv, and friends, and work, but he keeps writing a little each day, and the story he writes is really quite simple, a tale of going to a club, and seeing a friend who happens to be with Natalie Portman, who he then dances with. Of course, another reason not to write it is the fear of getting sued, or worse.
I wish I had money. But more than that, I wish I had friends. But more than that, I wish I was mentally well enough to say, "ok, people can like me without me having to show up with gifts or driving at least half an hour to see them." Of course, I don't want people visiting me here, how much of a loser am I still living in my childhood room? A big one.
What happens when I stop believing in myself and just become a career mailman? Trade in my hope for grad school, my dreams of hawaii, my ambitions to write and just settle for a life of menial labor? Will I be too ashamed to talk to the people I talk to now? Should I be?
The song title wouldn't fit; "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet" - Panic at the Disco
What's the opposite of crime? I think that it'd be great if we took whatever the opposite of crime is and started rewarding it. Thesaurus.com suggests "good deed" and "kindness" as antonyms but neither of those really say "opposite of crime" to me. I mean, wouldn't it be nice if a police officer would pull you over while doing 60 on the highway and getting passed on both sides by your fellow motorists and just said, "hey, thanks for obeying the law" and then gave you a monetary reward? Like an anti-ticket. I think that'd be just swell. Legalism survives on the idea that if people think they could get punished for a misdeed then they'll fall in line. Would the idea that people could get rewarded for being well behaved cause them to fall in line also? I just don't know.
I think that today, I shall watch tv, and movies, and play video games and read. I already went to the library and copied some grad school info out of the grad school guide there, and then put another chapter into my formulary, and got whats left of my old notes out of the attic. What I really should do is write, but the problem of writing isn't in the concept of writing. It's the act. It's not hard to invent an elaborate story in your mind and have it all acted out and know what's happening, but it's tedious to convert every image, every thought, every idea, every motivation, every action, into words so that other people can share in it. My idea of writing is to take a concept and expand. For example the Natalie Portman book which is really not about her at all. If I write it, it's about the fictional author, he's writing a story, and he's getting distracted by tv, and friends, and work, but he keeps writing a little each day, and the story he writes is really quite simple, a tale of going to a club, and seeing a friend who happens to be with Natalie Portman, who he then dances with. Of course, another reason not to write it is the fear of getting sued, or worse.
I wish I had money. But more than that, I wish I had friends. But more than that, I wish I was mentally well enough to say, "ok, people can like me without me having to show up with gifts or driving at least half an hour to see them." Of course, I don't want people visiting me here, how much of a loser am I still living in my childhood room? A big one.
What happens when I stop believing in myself and just become a career mailman? Trade in my hope for grad school, my dreams of hawaii, my ambitions to write and just settle for a life of menial labor? Will I be too ashamed to talk to the people I talk to now? Should I be?
The song title wouldn't fit; "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet" - Panic at the Disco