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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.

Home Depot

Cooler Talk #2

A Poem for Billy Corgan

Oh Billy Corgan, why dost thou hair not grow?
Is it because you're sad?
The world doesn't understand the cries of a tortured artist.
Is it androgenetic alopecia?
Curse you wretched genes of our forefathers!
Perhaps you saw Powder and were inspired,
The world is undeserving of thee.
Smash thou gourds in spite!
Raise them overhead for their mockery of smoothness.
The clock strikes midnight.

Trippin' Balls

This past New Years Eve my plans fell through, rendering me a gigantic loser who stayed in as opposed to carousing the night away. But to say that I did nothing of epic proportions would be a complete and utter lie.

Now you may be familiar with the website Something Awful and you may be familiar with their forums, or you might not be. Anyways, on this messageboard of sorts, there was a thread that had caught my attention. The topic was the 'Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell Annual New Year's Eve Prediction Show'.

In middle school I was an avid listener of Coast to Coast AM. If you're not familiar with the program, it's a nationwide (on your local clear channel station) AM talk-show where they usually discuss things of the paranormal or conspiracy varieties. It's special in the fact that it normally airs from 11:00PM-6:00AM and anyone can call in. It's most renkowned host is the radio broadcasting hall of famer Art Bell, however these days it's usually someone else filling in for him.

This particular show, the one the message board was discussing, is held every New Years Eve. Anyone who's listening can fight through the phonelines for a spot on the air to tell the nation their "psychic" prediction for the upcomming year, and throughout the show they'll go through all the predicitions of the year past and either shoot them down or if Art thinks it was close enough, he'll give it a 'ding'. These predictions are usually the most off-the-wall, batshit-insane things you will ever hear. It also seems as if every other caller is dead serious and either has some pseudo-religious/spiritual agenda or believes that the government is out to get them.

Now, this thread is rolling along, people are discussing the wild various claims of the year before, and people keep mentioning how awesome it would be if one of us was able to get through and make our own ridiculous claim. This is when I said to myself, "I'm going to do it."

And do it I did. After three and half hours of pounding the re-dial button, I made it through at approximately 4:00 AM. I don't think I've ever been that nervous in my life once I got through the screener and she told me I'd be put on hold. Not only would I be talking to a world reknowned radio host, spouting some ridiculous prediction that came to me in a "dream", it was being broadcasted live across the entire country. So needless to say, once I got on the air I sounded a little dorky and I wasn't as smooth as I would have liked, but I pulled it off. I was a hero to everyone reading the thread.

So what was my prediction you ask? Verbatim: "The Sun is actually a sentinent entity and will reveal itself to Russia sometime within the next year." I actually stunned Art Bell. He replied rather simply with a pensive and thoughtful, "Huh..". I was just about to explain it when he started up again and totally ran with the idea. He explained to the listeners what an intriguing idea this is and how some Native American tribes believe that the Earth is actually a living thing and that we can't really dismiss such ideas. I actually have an mp3 of the call in its entirety so if you want it, I'll probably post some sort of link at the end of this article or you can send me an IM for it.

But back to the point at hand, lately I've been thinking alot about what it is to be a living thing, what makes us who we are, and consciousness. Not just in a theoretical sense, but biologically. Let's assume for moment that we're not in any way special, that we don't have anything resembling some metaphysical "soul", that we're simply machines that rose through the confines of nature. Our highly developed brains are the things that make us who we are, allow us to interact with our environment and process information much like the CPUs in our computers. Input goes in, output goes out. Our brains our quite possibly the most highly organized chunks of matter within the universe.

Or are they? How is it that one arrangement of matter can spawn something as conciousness and self-awareness? Is it possible that there are other arrangements which can do the same? We're moving forward in the field of nanotechnology every year. How long is it before we find another arrangement of matter which spawns conciousness and becomes self replicating? How long before we become 'Gods' ourselves? Who's to say that there isn't already other arrangements that we aren't aware of?

This leads back to the example of the Earth being a living entity. What qualifies something as living, something that reacts to the environment around it? Something that maintains a delicate state of equilibrium? Does the earth not do this? If something catalclysmic happens, does the earth not shift to adjust to these effects? Are the white blood cells which act independently within our own bodies aware on any level of the conciousness which controls their universe, constantly making decisions that they have no control over? Of course, I'm grossly oversimplifying the questions at hand. I'm not trying to create a new religion or win any converts, however I find the idea a fascinating one. Conciousness on levels that we might not be aware of or able to comprehend. Think about it and if you have ideas on the subject, please, send them my way.


Link to mp3 of the phonecall

Reasons I Probably Shouldn't Have Professor X's Super Powers

1. Every Thursday at 6PM, every person in America would have the theme song to "The Price is Right" beamed into their heads.

2. Bill O'Reily would be convinced that he is a box of envelopes.

3. Casualties would be in the thousands every time I sneezed.

4. California would actually break off if I ever had a migraine.

5. Any person who secretly likes Nickelback would be exposed. Seriously, who keeps buying their records?

6. The lead singer of Nickleback would change his singing style to match that of Andy Gibb.

7. Hot pink would be replaced in everyone's minds with baby-poop yellow.

Art Is Resistance

Nine Inch Nails: Year Zero
Seriously. Go buy. I'll write a review this weekend, but it's amazing.

Cooler Talk # 1 (I hate my scanner)

Reasons I love Pistachio Pudding

1. Green is the tastiest color
2. Bill Cosby tells me it's great
3. Bill Cosby doesn't lie

Band To Check Out

From time to time I'll write up a band or artist you should really conisder checking out.

Band to check out: Love Arcade


A rock group which I think would be described as power-pop; they're the musical equivalent of cotton candy. Too much and you'll spoil your dinner, but it's ok to indulge every now and then.

Album: Love Arcade (self-titled)

Keynote tracks to check out first:

1. Party - a feel good anthem with plenty of mainstream potential
2. Keep it Comin'- Upbeat love song that can't help but crack a smile
3. Sara - Obligatory slow sappy song, but they really pull it off
4. Candy - Inuendo that'll get you moving in spite of it's juvenile undertones

Check this band out now and be able to brag to your friends that you heard them first (I'm not assuming that you're some scenester who actually cares about those sort of things, but a victory's a victory! TAKE THEM WHERE YOU CAN GET EM'!)

Walking in a Springtime Wonderland

Today was supposed to mark my return to school after a week of "spring vacation". If the irony in that statement were any sweeter I might have choked as I fell into a diabetic shock. So instead of spending the day basking in whatever knowledge my professors had prepared on expounding upon me, I worked harder than a soviet on a commune removing the snow which had accumulated from my driveway. And unlike our Russian friends, I did not have my commrades to lean upon.



Now correct me if I'm wrong, but when one thinks of the word "snow", it usually conjures up images of lite, fluffy, and even powdery substances. This was not what I shoveled. Whatever I was shoveling weighed roughly 200 lbs./sq. inch. It was utterly ridiculous. Not to mention, the entire time I was shoveling a mixture of snow and branches kept finding their way to the top of my head. They were like laser guided missles in their uncanny precision.



However my worries and problems hardly seem comprabale to the tragedy that took place at Virginia Tech earlier today. It's just difficult to comprehend. My first reaction is to feel for the families and friends of all those who were effected. I can't imagine what they're going through right now. My second is to wonder what sort of effect this is going to have on our schools/gun control. It wont be long before every prospective presendential canidate is spinning this to their benefit. The pundits on the news stations are allready scrambling to fill air time with whomever's willing to talk about it. It's sickening.

This isn't to say that we shouldn't discuss why or how such things happen, or perhaps even how we might prevent things like this from happening in the future. I'm not calling for the abolition of critical discussion, not at all. It just sickens me that moments after such a tragedy has happened that there are allready people trying to figure out how they can capitalize on it or what stance they might take on it will benefit them the most. Partisan politics disgust me as it is and dragging things such as this into the middle of them make it even worse.



I think right now the only thing I can do in response to the tragedy is to be thankful. Thankful for everything I have, thankful for life, and yes, thankful for the snow. With everything in perspective, the rare April snowfall can be a pretty damn beautiful thing.

Where have the days gone?

Sweet Jesus, I've completely forgotten about this thing. The last time I wrote on here I was probably seventeen, and it most definitely shows through in the writing.

Anyways, I know no one reads this or probably ever will, however it's always interesting to find these things a few years later and see what was going on in my life way back when.

On that note, I'm definitely going to be writing on here again, though more than likely it will be a no non-sense approach, unlike my previous entries.

Ha, yeah right. Me and no non-sense? Yeah right. That's a double negative, it doesn't even work on a visceral level.