I want your fire, I need your faith
One of the things I liked about Ron Paul was that he made a lot of sense. He always had reasons for his actions. I'm talking in the past tense and probably shouldn't, but I think I'll keep going. Whenever he talked about his policies he'd mention the parts of the constitution that supported them. And when he talked about his pro-life view, he backed it up with a consistent life policy; he's against abortion but that extends to being against the death penalty.
I like that about him, even if I disagree with some of it. I, you see, unfortunately do not have a consistent life policy. My feelings toward the death penalty are not entirely set in stone, but I'm pretty sure I'm against it. I think adoption is in most cases a better course than abortion but I am firmly pro-choice. And now Terry Pratchett is speaking out in favour of assisted suicide and there's another type of murder I have no moral problems with.
I stopped reading Neil Gaiman's journal years back for a few reasons. One of them was every now and then he'd post something and I'd agree with him and then a little later think about it some and realise that no, actually, I disagree, and that I'd just gone with it at the start because it was Neil Gaiman saying it, and you know, he wrote Sandman and stuff. Dude's like a God. So I cut back on the hero worship and eventually I could look on his work a little more critically. I'm still a fan, nothing has changed there, I'm just not a fanatic anymore. This is as good a thing as it is bad. Point is, there's a time I would've agreed with Mr Pratchett on this whichever way he went, but I've grown up a little bit in the last ten years (just a little) and now I have to do my own thinking and not just let authors do it for me, and apparently thinking is pretty hard.
I know people with those intense connections to their fandoms. Star Trek fan who learns fluent Klingon type obsessions. Most of me is glad I'm not really this way. Sure the only way I can have decent conversations with strangers is when the topic is film, and sometimes (more often than you'd think) in that half imagined, half awake morning state I dream myself explaining the history of emo to friends, family and the occasional celebrity. But these things give me context not content. They provide the shading and the highlights, but the colours themselves are mine. Yet every now and then when I feel myself drifting away from everything, or possibly walling myself away depending on which metaphor you feel like going with, I wish I could have some of that, this connection with thousands if not millions of likewise broken geeks the world over.
Also, I'm wearing a kilt.
Yesterday Grant and Mary got married. It was pretty epic. We all looked so smart, we are the coolest kids in Norwich. There were nerf wars in the snow, professional photographers captured the zombie apocalypse and Mary's magnificently embroidered waistcoat. The vows they wrote were original and so perfectly tailored, all the more moving for it. "War torn capitols" has never been used so romantically. The whole day could not have summed up Grant and Mary better, and I'm glad it went so well because Grant, Mary: congratualtions and you totally deserved all that happiness. Fear not, readers, there will be photos eventually and I will share them with you because I have the coolest friends and I want to show them off.
I like that about him, even if I disagree with some of it. I, you see, unfortunately do not have a consistent life policy. My feelings toward the death penalty are not entirely set in stone, but I'm pretty sure I'm against it. I think adoption is in most cases a better course than abortion but I am firmly pro-choice. And now Terry Pratchett is speaking out in favour of assisted suicide and there's another type of murder I have no moral problems with.
I stopped reading Neil Gaiman's journal years back for a few reasons. One of them was every now and then he'd post something and I'd agree with him and then a little later think about it some and realise that no, actually, I disagree, and that I'd just gone with it at the start because it was Neil Gaiman saying it, and you know, he wrote Sandman and stuff. Dude's like a God. So I cut back on the hero worship and eventually I could look on his work a little more critically. I'm still a fan, nothing has changed there, I'm just not a fanatic anymore. This is as good a thing as it is bad. Point is, there's a time I would've agreed with Mr Pratchett on this whichever way he went, but I've grown up a little bit in the last ten years (just a little) and now I have to do my own thinking and not just let authors do it for me, and apparently thinking is pretty hard.
I know people with those intense connections to their fandoms. Star Trek fan who learns fluent Klingon type obsessions. Most of me is glad I'm not really this way. Sure the only way I can have decent conversations with strangers is when the topic is film, and sometimes (more often than you'd think) in that half imagined, half awake morning state I dream myself explaining the history of emo to friends, family and the occasional celebrity. But these things give me context not content. They provide the shading and the highlights, but the colours themselves are mine. Yet every now and then when I feel myself drifting away from everything, or possibly walling myself away depending on which metaphor you feel like going with, I wish I could have some of that, this connection with thousands if not millions of likewise broken geeks the world over.
Also, I'm wearing a kilt.
Yesterday Grant and Mary got married. It was pretty epic. We all looked so smart, we are the coolest kids in Norwich. There were nerf wars in the snow, professional photographers captured the zombie apocalypse and Mary's magnificently embroidered waistcoat. The vows they wrote were original and so perfectly tailored, all the more moving for it. "War torn capitols" has never been used so romantically. The whole day could not have summed up Grant and Mary better, and I'm glad it went so well because Grant, Mary: congratualtions and you totally deserved all that happiness. Fear not, readers, there will be photos eventually and I will share them with you because I have the coolest friends and I want to show them off.