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Mar. 16th, 2007 09:16 pmOddly, we're going to start with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
michtrebies on my Five Questions Thingie:
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1 God or no God.
That's a rough one, which is why I'm starting with it. God? Not as such, no. While some will not be stunned and...well, probably fewer will be stunned, I'm not a believer. Sure, I figure that Jesus was probably a kickass guy, but...blind faith is so strange. Please don't think of that as me knocking any faith you may have. That would be rude on both of our parts.
I believe in more than just the self and the table in front of me, but not like one would think. I believe in the inherent power of concepts. I believe in the energy behind belief, if that makes sense. I believe that people believing in Jesus gives that concept power, which fuels other things, but I also believe that people can manipulate that on a personal scale. I'm in Grant Morrison's camp of people being able to manipulate reality on the quantum level ON THEIR OWN. Law of conservation of energy, sure. But...man, this is such a fuzzy topic. I could talk about this for days, literally days.
I believe in the power of symbols, and beliefs, and the power inherent in concepts and in the ability of the individual to change the course of the population from the privacy of their own home. There are connection that...aw, hell, I need whiskey. Summation? No.
2 Marvel vs Dc.
Howsabout we split the difference? I was raised on Marvel--first comic that I remember reading and loving was Dr. Strange, v.1, #12.--but I also read DC at the same time.
I like to view the two as I often did when growing up. When I want slam-bang HOLY SHIT fighting, I want Marvel.
If I want a more-involved, and sometimes slower, story, then I hit D.C. Yeah, Superman is a motherfucker, but it's hard to make a punchout fight with him that isn't forced. Stories that take him outside of that--while still preserving that aspect--work really well. Just the same, I love seeing Spider-Man fight the new Sinister Six for SIX ISSUES STRAIGHT under Erik Larsen, but...well, Kraven's Last Hunt was pretty damned good, too.
It depends on who's writing and what mood I'm in.
And whether or not it's the nineties.
Summation: Only one forever? Make Mine Marvel
3. Why do hurt the ones we love.
How can we have one of the two strongest emotions without the other? To think that love can come without hate, which brings pain, is naive and dangerous.
Love is incredible, but as I recently discussed with somebody whose name escapes me, how could you really love somebody who didn't, on occasion, infuriate you?
I couldn't.
4. Super power you always wanted.
This will peg me, 100%, as the geek I really am, but I want Doug "Cypher" Ramsey's powers. Look him up, you Philistines.
Can you imagine speaking to any people, going to any country, picking up any book, and knowing EXACTLY what's going on, nuances included? The ability to read / speak / understand any language you encounter would be the most spectacular thing I could possibly imagine.
Books. Culture. People. All there to hear. Astonishing.
5. Your own reality show, what would it be. You can be outside the box.
Cancelled before its first episode airs.
I hate that shit.
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michtrebies on my Five Questions Thingie:---------
1 God or no God.
That's a rough one, which is why I'm starting with it. God? Not as such, no. While some will not be stunned and...well, probably fewer will be stunned, I'm not a believer. Sure, I figure that Jesus was probably a kickass guy, but...blind faith is so strange. Please don't think of that as me knocking any faith you may have. That would be rude on both of our parts.
I believe in more than just the self and the table in front of me, but not like one would think. I believe in the inherent power of concepts. I believe in the energy behind belief, if that makes sense. I believe that people believing in Jesus gives that concept power, which fuels other things, but I also believe that people can manipulate that on a personal scale. I'm in Grant Morrison's camp of people being able to manipulate reality on the quantum level ON THEIR OWN. Law of conservation of energy, sure. But...man, this is such a fuzzy topic. I could talk about this for days, literally days.
I believe in the power of symbols, and beliefs, and the power inherent in concepts and in the ability of the individual to change the course of the population from the privacy of their own home. There are connection that...aw, hell, I need whiskey. Summation? No.
2 Marvel vs Dc.
Howsabout we split the difference? I was raised on Marvel--first comic that I remember reading and loving was Dr. Strange, v.1, #12.--but I also read DC at the same time.
I like to view the two as I often did when growing up. When I want slam-bang HOLY SHIT fighting, I want Marvel.
If I want a more-involved, and sometimes slower, story, then I hit D.C. Yeah, Superman is a motherfucker, but it's hard to make a punchout fight with him that isn't forced. Stories that take him outside of that--while still preserving that aspect--work really well. Just the same, I love seeing Spider-Man fight the new Sinister Six for SIX ISSUES STRAIGHT under Erik Larsen, but...well, Kraven's Last Hunt was pretty damned good, too.
It depends on who's writing and what mood I'm in.
And whether or not it's the nineties.
Summation: Only one forever? Make Mine Marvel
3. Why do hurt the ones we love.
How can we have one of the two strongest emotions without the other? To think that love can come without hate, which brings pain, is naive and dangerous.
Love is incredible, but as I recently discussed with somebody whose name escapes me, how could you really love somebody who didn't, on occasion, infuriate you?
I couldn't.
4. Super power you always wanted.
This will peg me, 100%, as the geek I really am, but I want Doug "Cypher" Ramsey's powers. Look him up, you Philistines.
Can you imagine speaking to any people, going to any country, picking up any book, and knowing EXACTLY what's going on, nuances included? The ability to read / speak / understand any language you encounter would be the most spectacular thing I could possibly imagine.
Books. Culture. People. All there to hear. Astonishing.
5. Your own reality show, what would it be. You can be outside the box.
Cancelled before its first episode airs.
I hate that shit.
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Got Questions? ASK.
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Mar. 31st, 2006 08:24 amRepost from January 19th, when a few dozen of you weren't here yet.
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God invented SARS because you aren't reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atomic_robo.
That's right, God saw that you aren't readingatomic_robo and became so angry that he flew backwards in time, like Superman did in that one movie, only faster, and created SARS!
God would be more inclined to, as a sort of apology, make lima beans taste and brussel sprouts taste like buttered heroin if you readatomic_robo.
But he can't undo SARS.
Being omnipotent and omniscient means when that when you travel back in time to fight yourself--even if you're just wanting to unmake SARS--it's really dull, since each one of you knows what the other one's next move is going to be, and that that next move will DESTROY EVERYTHING EVER, and both of you end up getting bored and having a few beers before going home and watching Godzilla vs. Gigan.
Again.
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God invented SARS because you aren't reading
atomic_robo.That's right, God saw that you aren't reading
atomic_robo and became so angry that he flew backwards in time, like Superman did in that one movie, only faster, and created SARS!God would be more inclined to, as a sort of apology, make lima beans taste and brussel sprouts taste like buttered heroin if you read
atomic_robo.But he can't undo SARS.
Being omnipotent and omniscient means when that when you travel back in time to fight yourself--even if you're just wanting to unmake SARS--it's really dull, since each one of you knows what the other one's next move is going to be, and that that next move will DESTROY EVERYTHING EVER, and both of you end up getting bored and having a few beers before going home and watching Godzilla vs. Gigan.
Again.
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Jan. 19th, 2006 03:09 pmGod invented SARS because you aren't reading atomic_robo.
That's right, God saw that you aren't readingatomic_robo and became so angry that he flew backwards in time, like Superman did in that movie, only faster, and created SARS!
God would be more inclined to, as a sort of apology, make lima beans taste and brussel sprouts taste like buttered heroin if you readatomic_robo.
But he can't undo SARS.
Being omnipotent and omniscient means when that when you travel back in time to fight yourself, it's really dull, since each one of you knows what the other one's next move is going to be, and that that next move will DESTROY EVERYTHING EVER, and both of you end up getting bored and having a few beers before going home and watching Godzilla vs. Gigan.
Again.
atomic_robo.That's right, God saw that you aren't reading
atomic_robo and became so angry that he flew backwards in time, like Superman did in that movie, only faster, and created SARS!God would be more inclined to, as a sort of apology, make lima beans taste and brussel sprouts taste like buttered heroin if you read
atomic_robo.But he can't undo SARS.
Being omnipotent and omniscient means when that when you travel back in time to fight yourself, it's really dull, since each one of you knows what the other one's next move is going to be, and that that next move will DESTROY EVERYTHING EVER, and both of you end up getting bored and having a few beers before going home and watching Godzilla vs. Gigan.
Again.
Knowledge = No Ledge
Mar. 1st, 2004 12:54 pmThat makes absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever.
In any event, here are a few usless bits of nothing. I’ll send you a few pages of my recently-revived screen treatment of Ray Bradbury’s incredibly underrated DEATH IS A LONELY BUSINESS, maybe tomorrow morning. I can’t sleep, so I made Sara some hashbrowns in the wok. I used kosher salt, garlic powder, and a little bit of chili powder and cheese. It’s for her lunch today. Monday, that is. I also cut up part of a cucumber for her. She can grab a banana for breakfast on her way out the door, as I don’ work until 3pm.
Anyway, I wrote these because I was bored and completely unmotivated to work on current pieces, so here you go.
I’ve been trying to nudge myself back to works I’ve already started, but I just cant get the old flywheel spinning tonight. Screw it, I’m gonna go watch a Hong Kong cop drama until I fall asleep.
Fair warning, a goodly bit of swearing in the second one:
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It’s not always easy to smile through the pain. The pain of having a pig’s head. I find it difficult to express how much I hate you all.
*snork*
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The old man sits in the corner and chain smokes, clouding my view of the monitor. I’d ask him to stop, but it won’t help, what with him having been dead for twelve years. I swear to God, he’s got to be the most useless ghost in history. He doesn’t rattle chains, or fling plates around the kitchen, or make the walls bleed, or even give us a good, raspy moan from time to time. He just sits in the fucking corner and smokes.
The first couple of years were gravy for us. We could bring in any television program, phone up any university, and just milk the bastard. Barbara Walters tried to interview him, but he doesn’t speak. The military briefly entertained the idea of “ghost soldiers,” for a while, but they couldn’t get him to stand up, let alone try to shoot somebody. We were pulling in checks left and right. Goddamn high life, I tell you.
After about three years, though, the offers kinda dried up. Sure, I’ve got the first ever provable example of life after death sitting in my house, but does that help me pay the god-damned mortgage? Do you think people give a shit about a concrete manifestation from the spirit world that doesn’t do anything but stain my walls yellow? Does he ever do the washing up after dinner? Does he give me a shoulder to cry on when my wife and I fight? Does he even look me in the eye?
Fuck, no.
So here I sit, wasting my life in front of the computer, entering countless online sweepstakes, playing with online casino sites based out of goddamned Tonga, and masturbating half-heartedly to the same tired porn every day. He doesn’t move, just smokes his fucking Dorals and makes me wonder where my life went so wrong.
And makes me wonder why I’m so infuriatingly jealous of him.
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People keep asking me who died and made me God. I would think the answer is obvious.
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benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
2:58 am
CURRENT BOOKS: Still WEAPONSHOPS OF ISHER by A.E. van Vogt and LIZARD by Banana Yoshimoto.
LAST MOVIES: THE TUXEDO with Jackie Chan (Hey, it was free at the Insect Fear Film Festival) and HEROIC DUO, a Hong
Kong film about a cop trying to catch a pair of evil criminal hypnotists. Heh.
MUSIC: the club mix of “9 pm” by ATB, then “Yawning or Snarling” by the Tragically Hip then “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Bing Crosby.
In any event, here are a few usless bits of nothing. I’ll send you a few pages of my recently-revived screen treatment of Ray Bradbury’s incredibly underrated DEATH IS A LONELY BUSINESS, maybe tomorrow morning. I can’t sleep, so I made Sara some hashbrowns in the wok. I used kosher salt, garlic powder, and a little bit of chili powder and cheese. It’s for her lunch today. Monday, that is. I also cut up part of a cucumber for her. She can grab a banana for breakfast on her way out the door, as I don’ work until 3pm.
Anyway, I wrote these because I was bored and completely unmotivated to work on current pieces, so here you go.
I’ve been trying to nudge myself back to works I’ve already started, but I just cant get the old flywheel spinning tonight. Screw it, I’m gonna go watch a Hong Kong cop drama until I fall asleep.
Fair warning, a goodly bit of swearing in the second one:
----------------
It’s not always easy to smile through the pain. The pain of having a pig’s head. I find it difficult to express how much I hate you all.
*snork*
----------------
The old man sits in the corner and chain smokes, clouding my view of the monitor. I’d ask him to stop, but it won’t help, what with him having been dead for twelve years. I swear to God, he’s got to be the most useless ghost in history. He doesn’t rattle chains, or fling plates around the kitchen, or make the walls bleed, or even give us a good, raspy moan from time to time. He just sits in the fucking corner and smokes.
The first couple of years were gravy for us. We could bring in any television program, phone up any university, and just milk the bastard. Barbara Walters tried to interview him, but he doesn’t speak. The military briefly entertained the idea of “ghost soldiers,” for a while, but they couldn’t get him to stand up, let alone try to shoot somebody. We were pulling in checks left and right. Goddamn high life, I tell you.
After about three years, though, the offers kinda dried up. Sure, I’ve got the first ever provable example of life after death sitting in my house, but does that help me pay the god-damned mortgage? Do you think people give a shit about a concrete manifestation from the spirit world that doesn’t do anything but stain my walls yellow? Does he ever do the washing up after dinner? Does he give me a shoulder to cry on when my wife and I fight? Does he even look me in the eye?
Fuck, no.
So here I sit, wasting my life in front of the computer, entering countless online sweepstakes, playing with online casino sites based out of goddamned Tonga, and masturbating half-heartedly to the same tired porn every day. He doesn’t move, just smokes his fucking Dorals and makes me wonder where my life went so wrong.
And makes me wonder why I’m so infuriatingly jealous of him.
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People keep asking me who died and made me God. I would think the answer is obvious.
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benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
2:58 am
CURRENT BOOKS: Still WEAPONSHOPS OF ISHER by A.E. van Vogt and LIZARD by Banana Yoshimoto.
LAST MOVIES: THE TUXEDO with Jackie Chan (Hey, it was free at the Insect Fear Film Festival) and HEROIC DUO, a Hong
Kong film about a cop trying to catch a pair of evil criminal hypnotists. Heh.
MUSIC: the club mix of “9 pm” by ATB, then “Yawning or Snarling” by the Tragically Hip then “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Bing Crosby.
