It seems like I was on acid. But most dreams do, so…
I woke up and went downstairs. It was bright, and light was filtering calmly through the windows, giving the house an orange tint. My Brother was there, wearing a leather jacket and ants of the exact same shade of brown, and an odd, bowl-shaped haircut. I haven’t seen my brother in a long time, because he lives in Colorado, so it was weird to see him here. He was typing gibberish on every keyboard and scribbling nothings on every notepad he could fin. I asked him “What are you doing?”
There was something that told me he was… Evil. I don’t remember what it was. Maybe he had red eyes, or an echoing voice, I think his goatee might have tipped me off. But when he started clawing at me, I ran upstairs. I looked behind me briefly before turning a corner. He was moving slow, slow like a sloth. He was complaining about it too, saying things like “Why can’t I move? I’m trying to kill you!”
I slammed the door to my room, thinking I was safe.What caught my eye was a man on a telephone pole, swinging wildly as if his limbs were made of butter. One hand was free, however, and he used it to take pictures with a Polaroid he had. He suddenly jumped through the window in my room, and I rushed back out the door and jolted down the stairs.
As I attempted to run out the front door of my house, a woman who looked to be straight out of a horror film (The kind with great special effects, but shitty writing?). She looked like an anorexic woman with long black hair, melded to some sort of giant snail, which her waist fused into. She had long spikes for hands, and her eyes were cat-like and trying to pop out of her head. She started swiping at me, and I had trouble dodging, because the staircase empties into the front door. I was still on the stairs.
There was a man behind her, I remember him as a bald black man, wearing a fluorescent green coat. He reminded me of… Turk. He was mumbling random things, staring off into the distance. Or maybe he was staring at the non—existent rear of the snail-woman. I couldn’t tell. I found an opening, and jumped past the Snail-woman, landing on his head. I jumped down and began running down the street…
And then I woke up.
Anyone care to give input?
Ho boy, this rant will be AWFUL
Something I’ve always hated.
A few friends of Alice make consistent compliments regarding Alice’s drawings, but she insists that they are awful at best. Jenny makes plenty remarks on her love interest’s beauty, but he insists he’s rather homely.
Ugh… I really should make Another Example, but I just can’t go on. My point is: Do you think this is Humble behavior, or just plain ANNOYING?
I think it’s annoying. Especially when everyone I know is either this way, or incredibly Self-centered.
Like every good spectrum, the results usually pool in areas where they’re most likely to ANGER ME. Most anyone I ever meet will be the kind of person who says either
“Oh… No…. I’m… Not really that pretty.”
Or
“DAMN STRAIGHT I’M GORGEOUS! KISS MY ASS FEET!”
As aforementioned, it seems to be a trend to stay on the side of the spectrum which will annoy me. There will be NO ONE in the middle, who will say “Ahahah, well, I guess, yeah.” No. It just doesn’t happen. Why does everyone have High Expectations and Low Esteem?
And I imagine this could have a serious impact other than just annoying the fu hell out of me. Great, unparalleled works of art may go unnoticed because the artist(s) was too much of an ass to realize that this would be a hit, and s/he would make some serious dough off of…. er, where was I going with this?
Point is, it’s a plague. It leaves creepy purple bumps under your armpits and makes you DIE IN SEVEN DAYS.
Statler: Ehh? Why are we here?
Woldorf: Because this baffoon can’t think up his own damn jokes!
Both: Doh-oh-oh-oh-hoh!
“Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose… All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games…” —Christmas song
“Yes, racist. I’m serious. The other reindeer laughed at him. Then, out of the blue, they need him. He’s as good as a fog light or whatever. You know what, so you tell me, how is it any different than: ‘Don’t talk to Reggie, he’s black. Oh, wait, he can play basketball. Sign him up.’ Rudolph, Reggie.” -Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
I didn’t write a rant once a day like I should’ve. I wouldn’t have ended up doing as such, anyways. But I should at least do one once a week. I haven’t. =P I don’t have time to rant right now, per se, so I’ll just give y’all a quote I found that enticed me.
This massive quote regards the misconceptions of Evolution in Science fiction. There’s a chance you might get just a bit confused at some points, it comes from a website which links to a lot of in-jokes and such. I recommend visiting the actual page and clicking the links to understand better
“According to Darwin, evolution is slow, filled with dead ends, and is grossly inefficient. Science Fiction tidies it up a bit.
In fact, Science Fiction writers love the notion of evolution, especially when it irritates their critics. Ironically enough, they often make quite a few faith-based assumptions themselves.
One popular misconception seems to be how the entirety of evolution is preprogrammed, past and future. Evolutionary states that don’t exist yet are just waiting in human DNA to be triggered by rather simple means, as opposed to the culmination of little changes brought on by passing down genes over hundreds of generations.
Likewise, it’s easy to regress in evolution. A Mad Scientist or a Negative Space Wedgie can hit humans with rays that will turn them into Neanderthals or modern monkeys, regardless of the fact that humans evolved from neither.
One problem with this (which applies almost every time evolution is mentioned in fiction, not just in this trope) is the misconception that biological evolution is a sort of process of continual “improvement”, making everyone bigger, faster, stronger, and smarter all the time, with the inevitable end result that we’re all super-powered deities. This is not the case; while evolution certainly can make things bigger, faster, stronger, or smarter, those are secondary to the real process. Evolution is actually the result of adapting to survival in your specific environment through the preservation of the genes that are best for reproducing in that environment; it is quite possible for a creature to “evolve” smaller, slower, weaker, or stupider when (say) its muscles or brain are consuming unnecessary energy and are more than it really needs to reproduce.
An excellent example of this would be blind cave fish, which have evolved to lose their sight; while by most standards and in most environments eyes would be considered a big advantage (and their loss a severe disadvantage), to a species of fish that has lived for generations in complete darkness they are purely a disadvantage — they’re vulnerable to disease or parasites, they require energy to grow and keep functional, and so forth. Thus, over time, they lose their sight and those born eyeless (who would have been outcompeted and starved under lighted conditions) become predominant in the gene pool, as they waste less effort growing something useless.
Another common evolutionary misconception has to do with the intermediate stages. Evolution is presented as a cycle of stable periods punctuated by periods of high mutation where the “leap” to the next stage happens all at once, within the span of a few generations. If you happen to be an individual born during one of these intermediate phases, you might even spend part of your life in the old form, then spontaneously mutate into the new one (see Energy Beings for some examples). This could conceivably be based on the theory of punctuated equilibrium (though it’s usually more to do with the theory of three minutes until the episode ends), where long periods of stability in which not much evolutionary change happens are interrupted by shorter periods of flux where a lot of evolutionary change happens. However, the “short periods” of change are still measured in millions of years.
Relatedly, in Science Fiction, evolutionary mutations are usually triggered by a change in the environment (aka Lamarckian Evolution). In real life, it’s not that the earth flooding causes people to start growing gills — a small number of people were growing gills all along, but it was a lot harder for them to get dates before the flood made those people more likely to survive long enough to bear children than the ones who weren’t.
Evolutionary Levels also have a strange tendency to suddenly affect large populations at once. For example, Mutants all around the world suddenly have the same mutation at the same time. In real life, mutations happen once and are then passed on to a greater share of the population, generation by generation.
Evolved humans often have gigantic heads that house massive brains, often giving Psychic Powers along with increased intelligence, and are physically weak. However, this has slowly slid into Discredited Trope territory over the past few decades. An overevolved human will typically be described by the specific term homo superior (X-Men, The Tomorrow People, Red Dwarf, Babylon 5, Time Trax, David Bowie’s “Oh! You Pretty Things”).
This has been a popular misconception since Darwin started publishing his theories, making this Older Than Radio.
However, note that Science Marches On; Scientists at Princeton University have suggested that some organisms may have the capacity to direct their own evolution. This hypothesis, coming as it does from only one set of experiments, is hardly widely accepted by the scientific community. Time will tell. “
-http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EvolutionaryLevels
On; Hate
Yeah, so, uh, hey guys. I got grounded! Heheh, silly parents, taking away my computer and TV priveliges. I mean, All I did was stab a kid. (With a pencil, guys. It didn’t even scar him, but that doesn’t mean anyone’s taking sympathy on my wrongful punishment.) But apparently the kid is a good enough fake to have pretended that he was hurt, and got me an in-school suspension. In essence, I like to compare it to the Ministry of Love, from 1984 (because even a 13 year old can have a good taste in classic literature…. you jerks). They take you out of your normal classes, and put you in a small, white, cold, silent room full of all the other naughty kids. there’s no talking, no chewing gum, no drawing, no sleeping (which is only a problem because the good kids tend to finish their work a period early, and the worse kids don’t do their work and stare at the cieling while accumulating drool), and no talking. I personally prefer it over normal classes! I don’t have to listen to the teachers babble on and on about nothing, I don’t have to deal with other students, and once I finish my work (which, most days so far, has been fairly quickly. Today I finished ALL of my work THREE periods in advance) I can just sit in my desk and read a book. I found a rather enticing book on the bookshelf of the In-shool Suspension room which I am very fond of. I’m two thirds of the way through it, even.
Doesn’t mean I got off easy. My parents IMMEDIATELY abandoned their principal of “The school’s punishment is your punishment” and decided to take away my TV and Computer. The only reason I’m getting to blog is because they let me have my dad’s laptop and internet access, so I could work on some heavy-duty paperwork from something other than school. No one feels like helping me. =P
So I’ve been feeling just a LITTLE bit hated. First that kid fakes an injury just to get me in trouble (The teacher wouldn’t have noticed our violence in the first place if I hadn’t fell on the ground and shouted “ow” when he pulled my chair out from under me, which is pretty EFFING convoluted considering he didn’t get in trouble as well.), and then my parents abandon their favorite principle just to lock me out of my room for a week. Joy!
Of course this is just WAAAAAAAHngsty that I might make a Youpoop video out of it. -lame-
You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to even hear it all the way through. But ou at least have to listen to some. OKAY?
(I apologize most sincerely for the incredibly creepy video. o_o )
(Just… don’t.) (Oh, and, listen through the fuzzy stuff in the beginning, the whole song ain’t like that.)
