Inaugural Entry: Definitions among other things
The day has come, and I have walked from the land of the living, into the aether, sending messages through air, via this near-magic. I refer, of course to the beginning of my very own LiveJournal, though I swore this day would never come. Over the last year or so, I have observed with care this phenomena, this rather disturbing outlet for the extreme extrovert to vent his/her/it's (for surely this thing steals some portion of humanity) internal thought and (in gross disproportion) emotion through the relatively flakey anonymity offered here.
In medieval plays, a common convention is the use of a disguise to empower a character with courage erefore unseen, this is all very good and fine in the context of boisterous, bawdy humour with a happy ending (maybe even a fawn with a magic flower to help things along) but in a modern context, divorced from the realm of self-delusion and fantasy, I have seen little of any worth come from the freedom to say whatever one wishes (at a safe distance, without the disruptive, emotion-induced interference called compassion) from any internet access terminal in the world. The source of much dissent, I have observed the destructive, corrupting influence of this magic, as is evident in the mangled excuse for a language which is spoken across the aether(what the fuck are w00t and p00n3d, and yes, 'what the fuck' is three words and eleven letters, not one word and three you illiterate wretches, give in to desuetude of correct language and you might as well have cut your tongue of and defecated on it). The lack of human empathy and consideration displayed by those who suffer prolonged contact with such magic is another sign of its corrupting and inhuman nature, along with occasional, intense and fiery bursts of dislike for other users (sometimes resulting in flaming, the equivalent of standing in a circle and beating someone with a stick, preferably with a nail through it until blood comes out of their ego and the screaming stops).
Having witnessed this immense corruptive and addictive impulse in others, I knew that this thing was inherently evil, but I also recognized it's immense power for self-expression and began to weigh them against eachother. Most importantly, I am not Gandalf.
This conclusion, drawn from much careful consideration is not trivial in meaning. The character Gandalf is an almost universally recognized paragon of wisdom, making mistakes only when circumstances are altered outside of his knowledge, He instructs the bearer of a similar magic to not tempt him, because he would try to use it for good and "it cannot be used that way". It is my personal belief that, although Gandalf did not cause much harm with his decisions, there was not much risk involved and should he have been willing to accept more risk, he could have achieved much, as a truly powerful wizard, not just a peddler of fireworks. To this I conclude in restating: I am not gandalf, I will take this vile magic apon myself, into myself, I will make it a part of me and I will tame it, I will wield It's power, for my own purposes, being apodictic, although not more than they are irenic, and I will escape its' wretched taint.
To this regard I urge my new fellows, the Magic-Users of the Information Age to repent, to uninstall CounterStrike, forget your puerile "leetspeak" and join me in revolution, together we will use our powers to purify the Internet, purge the purveyors of grammatical incorrectitude and vocabular atrophy and we can build a new world, free of idiocy.
In medieval plays, a common convention is the use of a disguise to empower a character with courage erefore unseen, this is all very good and fine in the context of boisterous, bawdy humour with a happy ending (maybe even a fawn with a magic flower to help things along) but in a modern context, divorced from the realm of self-delusion and fantasy, I have seen little of any worth come from the freedom to say whatever one wishes (at a safe distance, without the disruptive, emotion-induced interference called compassion) from any internet access terminal in the world. The source of much dissent, I have observed the destructive, corrupting influence of this magic, as is evident in the mangled excuse for a language which is spoken across the aether(what the fuck are w00t and p00n3d, and yes, 'what the fuck' is three words and eleven letters, not one word and three you illiterate wretches, give in to desuetude of correct language and you might as well have cut your tongue of and defecated on it). The lack of human empathy and consideration displayed by those who suffer prolonged contact with such magic is another sign of its corrupting and inhuman nature, along with occasional, intense and fiery bursts of dislike for other users (sometimes resulting in flaming, the equivalent of standing in a circle and beating someone with a stick, preferably with a nail through it until blood comes out of their ego and the screaming stops).
Having witnessed this immense corruptive and addictive impulse in others, I knew that this thing was inherently evil, but I also recognized it's immense power for self-expression and began to weigh them against eachother. Most importantly, I am not Gandalf.
This conclusion, drawn from much careful consideration is not trivial in meaning. The character Gandalf is an almost universally recognized paragon of wisdom, making mistakes only when circumstances are altered outside of his knowledge, He instructs the bearer of a similar magic to not tempt him, because he would try to use it for good and "it cannot be used that way". It is my personal belief that, although Gandalf did not cause much harm with his decisions, there was not much risk involved and should he have been willing to accept more risk, he could have achieved much, as a truly powerful wizard, not just a peddler of fireworks. To this I conclude in restating: I am not gandalf, I will take this vile magic apon myself, into myself, I will make it a part of me and I will tame it, I will wield It's power, for my own purposes, being apodictic, although not more than they are irenic, and I will escape its' wretched taint.
To this regard I urge my new fellows, the Magic-Users of the Information Age to repent, to uninstall CounterStrike, forget your puerile "leetspeak" and join me in revolution, together we will use our powers to purify the Internet, purge the purveyors of grammatical incorrectitude and vocabular atrophy and we can build a new world, free of idiocy.