New Heroes Tonight

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Heroes is quite possibly the best executed t.v. show out there. Period. Every character is fascinating, the dialogue is well written, and the acting is top-notch. Even the special effects are of blockbuster caliber. Every week it feels like you're watching a movie. I'm looking forward to the final five episodes of this arc as much as I'm looking forward to Spider-Man 3. That's saying alot.

My Predictions:

Nathan Petrelli starts his journey on the path toward becomming a villain. If they actually go the Lex Luthor route and have him ascend into the presidency, I will be absolutely delighted. Nathan's such a complex character, both morally and situationally, that it should be more than an interesting ride.

Peter will get his scar from Sylar. Tonight. I'm expecting a full-blown fight too, they had better not dissapoint. Sylar will escape though, he's too awesome of a character to kill off at this point. The fact that these two are even fighting fills me with some sort of fanboy glee. On one hand we have Peter, a character who borrows the powers of those around him empathically, and on the other we have Sylar, someone who has to steal the abilities of others in order to augment himself.

Mohinder's going to have some sort of power.

Isaac's going to die at the hands of Sylar, much like Hiro had seen before. This doesn't suprise me, in terms of character, not powers, he's one of the more lacking on the show. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to miss all the Tim Sale artwork on the show if it does happen, but I have a feeling they're going to introduce a few more characters for the next season and they need to make a few cuts along the way. Also, if Sylar kills Isaac, you know what that means. Yup. A Sylar who can see and paint the future.

Claire's going to cry. Probably more than once. I just hope she doesn't turn into Lana from Smallville.

Ando's going to get laid.

Bless Children and Their Pretty Little Hearts

Last thursday, I was stoned. Not in the sense of a habitual drug user, but rather in the medieval corporal punishment sense. Not by an angry mob of villagers either, but rather a band of five children ranging from 7-11yrs old (I'm guessing).

I pulled into the downtown YMCA and parked my vehicle, looking forward to a blissful hour of exercise on a warm and sunny day and had just turned to walk towards the entrance when I heard a funny noise.

Did something just hit the car next to me? What the hell?

I turn around and look up to see a group of five little bastards throwing rocks at me, about fifteen feet away and sixteen feet up, sitting in the over hang of the State Office Building. It's kind of hard to describe the environment, but the little bastards must have been tactical geniuses with years of military experience to have picked that spot. There's no way I could have gotten to them if I had tried, and they clearly had the advantage of the higher ground. My only option of retaliation or apprehension would have been to throw the rocks back...and quite frankly I didn't feel like explaining to the police why I had knocked a ten year old out with a fist sized rock.




I sat there, stunned in disbelief that this was happening in broad daylight. All I could offer outloud was a pissed off, "Are you kidding me?"

Then one of the little pricks has the audacity to respond with a confrontational, "What?" This little asshole couldn't have been more than nine years old, and he was challenging me. This is when they directed their attention from throwing rocks at the vehicles and instead focused upon me. Not looking to catch any rather large stones with my teeth, I turned and ran inside to alert security. It was pretty much all I could do. The little fuckers had my balls in a vice grip.

Well, $321.00 in out-of-pocket damages later, and about an hours worth of filing police reports, I finally arrived home. I got my work out in and the little bastards got away. My parents were absolutely thrilled. Those little punks are lucky I have a calm and collective demeanor in such situations, whereas my father would've probably removed their spines from their bodies and be sitting in a cell somewhere awaiting trial. And had the shitstains been but a few years older, I would have gladly put who was faster and stronger to the test. Even if I had chased them down and caught one somehow, I didn't have my cell phone on me and wouldn't have been able to alert the police. With my luck they'd probably start screaming "Stranger Danger" or "Rape" and I'd be typing to you all as a registered sex offender.

The irony in it all? I left an hour earlier than I usually do for the gym so I could make it home on time to watch my favorite television shows at 8:00pm. If I had left at my normal time, it probably would have never happened. I didn't make it home in time for my television shows. Thursday is suppose to be my day of zen and it was going just swimingly until a roving band of douchemongers decided to throw a wrench in it.

I don't know though, I was laughing to myself at the absurdity of it all before I had even arrived home. Maybe I just have a dark sense of humor, but I find justice in the fact that they all have a long life of STDs, unwanted pregnancies, and getting stabbed ahead of them. I can't say that I envy that. I just hope karma really bends them over and gives them all she's got.

Happy Earf Day

Today is the day we observe our liberation from the opressive evil alien invaders as a world united.

You know, I had a big long fictional war story that I was going to tell, but I was thinking about it before I went to bed and ended up having a creepy dream about it. So quite frankly, it hits a little close to home.

So instead, I'm just going to recomend that you go outside and enjoy it. Maybe leave the place a little better than you found it.

UPDATE: Home Depot is being super awesome and giving away a million Compact Fluorescent Lightbulbs while supplies last today, so go get one if you can. They're great bulbs and making a major push at the moment, so take advantage of the offer if you don't have any.

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