I'm not really sure where this one came from, but it
came. All totally my opinion, though I've never given it even
belief to warrant me screaming at the sky as I walked down the
street. *chuckles* It also brings about some commentary on
my sense of humor. I mean, I'm not really mocking the religion
itself here. I'm mocking the people that take such faith
seriously. You can't have seriousness and joy in life at the same
time, you have to break free and laugh. I don't do that nearly
enough, but I know it. Doing it and knowing it are two completely
different things, but that's a different subject. *rolls his eyes
and smiles*
In unrelated news... I just saw "Hellboy". I believe I may have
to purchase some more "Hellboy" comic books. I picked up the
re-issue of "The Corpse", since it's been released for 25 cents and
all. Great fun. I may indeed have to snag more, because I
had a blast seeing that movie. Dorky at times, but no where near
as horrible as "Superman" -and people love that thing for whatever
reason?!- so that's good. My only complaint (I always have a complaint. Even
about my own stuff. Suggest something good about my work and I
can pick it apart for you in turn. So I'm allowed a few
complaints on anything. Neh.) is that I have never felt so
sad for cannon fodder in my entire life. All of those goons
working for the agency who just get flattened. We barely even
hear their names. And they even seem like pretty decent guys...
just dead. Just like that. Why are they there, then?
Do they ever survive the missions? Too bad we never see that part. I mean, all of
those giant guns and they never fire a single shot. *sighs*
Poor, poor cannon fodder....
6:26 PM
(PST); 04/04/04
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