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I wish I had a British accent, or at least an Irish accent. Oscar Wilde was Irish. J.M. Barrie was Scottish, though, and he was about five times cooler, but not as witty. 

Oscar Wilde is remembered for his impeccable wit---he had something funny to say, even when there was nothing funny to talk about---but J.M. Barrie, in my opinion a better playwright, is remembered for his timeless character Peter Pan. But, of course, few equate Barrie with Pan---they seem to think that Disney invented Peter Pan. It's quite sad, actually...

But I have promised not to whine on this blog! Perhaps ramble, but never whine. I must, for the sake of my fellow man, change the subject. 

The new subject? Well, there is no new subject. Why do we need a subject? Is it truly necessarily ramble about something--when you can ramble about nothing at all. That's my new philosophy. 

This is it...

Well, as you now, most of my old posts were very moody. But from now on, I'm devoting myself to bad ass, funny as hell blog posts. My policy: If you don't fall over once during the first reading from laughter, you have some sort of disorder and needed to be hospitalized.
Seriously, call 911 right now, don't think about it, and go watch as much How I Met Your Mother as humanly possibly before the paramedics arrive, because if I don't make you laugh, then Barney Stinson sure as hell will.

Just look at that face. You know he's gonna say something funny.
I hope nobody sues me...

Here's Johnny!

Well, for various reasons, including computer viruses, NaNoWriMo, a play, and the thing known as life, I haven't posted in quite a while. I thought that now would be a very good time to start posting again.
So, just to give you a basic outline of things to come: We will see pirates, Spin magazine, the ancient art of wearing the sweater, and various Broadway musicals, including the super-amazing Rent.
T-that-that's all, folks!

On My Sobriety

Well, it turns out you can't say anything anymore. 
I paraphrased a Rent quote: "Justin Bieber is more of a man than you'll ever be and more of a woman than you'll ever get." And my head was torn off by my sister and mother even though the person who I had said it realized that I was kidding, called me an idiot, and then acted like they had not done anything wrong. 
Well, they had. 
When you can't even open your mouth, something's wrong. 
When you aren't able to say what you mean, something's wrong. 
When you're sister's talking trash about you in the other room to every last single one of her friends, something's wrong. 
When you don't even have the chance to say, "Hey, give me a break, alright? I'm not a criminal." something is most definitely wrong. 

NaNoWriMo

Yes, it's that time of year again...Jack-o'-lanterns are out, sweaters are on, and school has been running full speed for at least six weeks. 
You know what that means: "There goes the neighborhood, here comes the debutantes." 
Actually, it means NaNo is here once again. Beginning November 1st, I shall begin my work on my novel, soon to be named. 
The plot synopsis:
"Scipio, cursed to wander the Earth forever, meets, in the year 1909, three travelers on the express train from Berlin to Milan, and forever changes his destiny. 
Of course, at the same time, it triggers a unique chain of events that causes the world to fall into chaos...
And then there fates are finally settled in the Milanese underground."
It's a rough draft, but, hey, it's a draft.

Indiana Jones Has One...

Yes, that's right, I now own my very own satchel/adventure bag! You have no idea how awesome it is because you don't own one, but wish you did. Search your feelings. You know it be true.*
I now plan on using the satchel to take of the world via Internet relays. If you don't want to be eaten by mushrooms, I suggest you declare your undying love of satchels as soon as possible. 


*Okay, different series, but same director...One out of two is good, right?

Flaws

Christianity is all-in-all a pretty good religion, and I believe in most of the stuff the Catechism of the Catholic Church tells me to believe in, but there's one thing I don't like about Christianity: The concept that we're supposed to convert people to it.
I mean, what kind of jerk says to a Muslim boy (solely because he's Muslim): "Your religion is wrong. If you believe in it, you're going to Hell. But if you believe in what I think you should believe in, you'll be saved." I'll tell you what kind of jerk would say that: A Christian.
Jews, Muslims, and Hindus don't really like Christians because Christians are always trying to convert you, whereas they don't give a damn what religion you are. 
Feel free to leave any comments, but please no religious debates.