Random Thoughts While I Vainly Attempt to Finish This Essay
On Sunday, a friend and I determined the greatest non-existent ultimate attack in an RPG to be "Auto-Ignite". Now, for those of you who were not there to hear of the creation of this devastating combat technique, allow me to enlighten you. Auto-Ignite revolves around sacrifice, by which I mean that the character using it douses himself in gasoline (or some other highly flammable substance); ignites those flames in some form or fashion (the means are insignificant); and charges in, berserker style, amongst his foes. The damage to the character is, of course, immense, but it is negligible when compared to the sheer flaming carnage wreaked amongst the hordes of darkness.
I found out today that "Iron Man" isn't actually about the comic book superhero. Now, the actual story of the song (A man travels into the future, and, discovering that future to be nightmarish, returns with a message of warning for humanity. However, during the trip back he is oddly transformed into what amounts to an iron golem. Thus, his warning goes unheeded, and he is treated injustly. As a result, he finally breaks down and rampages, thus bringing about the future he sought to avoid.) is arguably cooler than an actual song about the comic book Iron Man could possible hope to be. However, being a nerd, I was still somewhat disappointed. Go figure.
Finally, I have found without a doubt that I am a punk fan. Some of you may have heard of my discovery of my love for punk music whilst in California. Well, I have gone from a neophyte to a full-fledged punk fan over the course of... two-and-a-half months? Wow, that's pretty good. Anyway, in my quest for greater understanding of punkdom, I have been searching out various sites online that allow me to sample the works of those more musically inclined than myself. During this search, I have come to two conclusions:
1. The more punk rock I listen to, the more deeply enmeshed I become (so much so that one of my friends adamantly insists that I am not a poser).
2. Punk bands are the coolest bands on the planet. No, not necessarily for their music of choice, we know that's cool. It's because practically every punk band website I have visited so far has free dowloadable mp3s of their work. How cool is that?
Also, I finally got around to watching SLC Punk, which a friend of mine had lent to me several weeks ago. Well, I had been holding back on watching it, in the hopes of being able to persuade one of my friends to watch it with me. However, early Sunday morning, I made the decision to simply knuckle under and watch it alone. It was beautiful. Not only has it joined the pantheon that is my group of favorite movies, but it has also bolstered my considerable library of quotes. The description of punk life during 1985 in the middle of Salt Lake City, Utah, is generally hilarious, which is supported by the tongue-in-cheek style of narration. True, the movie isn't a straight up comedy, but then it isn't a straight drama either. Honestly, the best description of the movie that I am currently able to tender is that it is a fictional documentary. If you can put up with copious amounts of swearing (which I was able to put up with) and a little sex, you'll be rewarded with one of the most imaginative movies I have seen in a while... well, barring Zathura.
Anyway, allow me to finish up this rambling post and attempt to get back to work. Farewell
I found out today that "Iron Man" isn't actually about the comic book superhero. Now, the actual story of the song (A man travels into the future, and, discovering that future to be nightmarish, returns with a message of warning for humanity. However, during the trip back he is oddly transformed into what amounts to an iron golem. Thus, his warning goes unheeded, and he is treated injustly. As a result, he finally breaks down and rampages, thus bringing about the future he sought to avoid.) is arguably cooler than an actual song about the comic book Iron Man could possible hope to be. However, being a nerd, I was still somewhat disappointed. Go figure.
Finally, I have found without a doubt that I am a punk fan. Some of you may have heard of my discovery of my love for punk music whilst in California. Well, I have gone from a neophyte to a full-fledged punk fan over the course of... two-and-a-half months? Wow, that's pretty good. Anyway, in my quest for greater understanding of punkdom, I have been searching out various sites online that allow me to sample the works of those more musically inclined than myself. During this search, I have come to two conclusions:
1. The more punk rock I listen to, the more deeply enmeshed I become (so much so that one of my friends adamantly insists that I am not a poser).
2. Punk bands are the coolest bands on the planet. No, not necessarily for their music of choice, we know that's cool. It's because practically every punk band website I have visited so far has free dowloadable mp3s of their work. How cool is that?
Also, I finally got around to watching SLC Punk, which a friend of mine had lent to me several weeks ago. Well, I had been holding back on watching it, in the hopes of being able to persuade one of my friends to watch it with me. However, early Sunday morning, I made the decision to simply knuckle under and watch it alone. It was beautiful. Not only has it joined the pantheon that is my group of favorite movies, but it has also bolstered my considerable library of quotes. The description of punk life during 1985 in the middle of Salt Lake City, Utah, is generally hilarious, which is supported by the tongue-in-cheek style of narration. True, the movie isn't a straight up comedy, but then it isn't a straight drama either. Honestly, the best description of the movie that I am currently able to tender is that it is a fictional documentary. If you can put up with copious amounts of swearing (which I was able to put up with) and a little sex, you'll be rewarded with one of the most imaginative movies I have seen in a while... well, barring Zathura.
Anyway, allow me to finish up this rambling post and attempt to get back to work. Farewell