Reformed Loser

Why do I think Iron Man is so cool? I think it's all aesthetics. I like the permanent frown, a lot. I also like dark, dull, red, and gold combined with shiny. Repulsor is a cool word.
I was reading G4's The Feed tonight; they ran a blurb about the 2008 Iron Man movie. I thought, "This is neat, there's a lot of good stuff here." There was info about a plastic Serenity Serenity model, a musical based on Evil Dead, an Iron Man movie coming in 2008, and more. Then I thought, "I've got a blog of my own, my friends will enjoy reading about this, if only because it's coming from my drunken mind." So here we are. Thank you for reading at reformedloser.blogspot.com.

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Merry Christmas everyone! I'm getting back to my Paper Mario here, but I wanted to share a song with you. I heard it first last Christmas, then remembered to track it down this year. It's one of these girl vocalist songs that I like so much.

Christmas Wrapping, by The Waitresses.

SHIT! To make a short story long, I bought a Wii. (It's been a while, hasn't it?) I needed a new television, because mine didn't have RCA hookups on it. So I bought a used Toshiba at Alan's Jewelry. One night I happened to notice that The Witches of Breastwick, starring Julie K. Smith as Lola, was on. I thought it would be educational to see how naked women looked on my improved TV. Well, it wasn't terribly educational, but it planted a seed that eventually bore fruit. Enough.
Two reasons come to mind for why I haven't been posting. One is I keep getting sick. Another is my camera, which provides a lot of impetus for me, is right now in the custody of this prick who refuses to return it.
Nothing really great to report tonight, but the Wii is pretty cool. I'm playing Gamecube games with it right now (Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door). I haven't yet finished Dungeon, Fire, and Sword, but I'm getting close, though I think I'd better read it twice. After that I'll probably go back to Thucydides.

I've got another idea for an Audacity project that just might knock your hat in the creek. I began working on it tonight, but I think I'll need more alcohol to complete it. For now instead, I'll share something I thought about the other day.
When I was very young, I didn't think about it. As I got older, I did, and I believed in Right and Wrong. As my observations on the matter became more deliberate, and my thinking a little more complex, I began to think of Black and White more as Shades of Grey (I think the English spelling fits the meaning better). Then something snapped me back. I don't know what it was, but I know there was something, because there was always something. It's a continuing cycle. I live my life, believing one way or another, then I witness something that flies in the face of what I believe. So I'd switch, then switch back, etc.
I know this isn't revolutionary, but over the past, I don't know, let's say five years, I've come to think that very often, worldview arguments with two proponents have two correct answers (See I ♥ Huckabees, 2004). Example? Hmmm. Nothing is immediately forthcoming, and it could get me off topic, and I don't have enough time, so, sorry.
What I thought about the other day was a framework that incorporates Black, White, and Grey, and possibly more. This theory is built on the idea that inside one decision are a multitude of other decisions, each making it's own one Black or White contribution to the whole.
A base two number system can express any value that our base ten system can, and nowadays we have whole (relatively crude) worlds (I'm thinking of online games) that are made up of a bunch of ones and zeros.
I'd originally called it Binary Ethics, but people are already using that term (derogatorily) to describe the Black and White-ers, so I call it Constructive Binary Ethics. Good night.

If there's anyone missing regular posts, I apologize. I'm not really posting anything right now except a quick hello before bed. Tonight I've been listening to a lot of NES-style music from 8bitpeoples.com, and drinking a little. I just drank some E&J Brandy and skim milk.

What's wrong with that?

8bit Axel F

This afternoon as I was laying in bed I had that thought process where you consider the best way to kill yourself. I decided the best way would be to bind weights to myself, heave off a tall bridge, then shoot myself in the head on the way down. That way I probably would be eaten up before anyone found me, and I wouldn't have to drown. Probably. Go ahead and worry, but don't worry I'll kill myself. I won't. I've just been not real happy the past few days. It happens.
I've just recently (past couple of years) heard about the equanimity with which some people view bad times and good. Pessl says people aren't here to be happy. Happiness is a hound dog laying in the sun. That's been my life for the most part. I need a Clarence to come down and show me how much different Asheville would be if I'd never been born, but it's no fair, George Bailey saved a life when he was like eleven.
So why am I so depressed? A large factor is the number of days off I've had in a row. I get two days off a week, and it's always different. This go round I had the two last days one week followed by the first two of this week for four. That's bad because I have no discipline, and predictably I stayed up all night every night (mostly playing Deus Ex: Invisible War, upon which I was about to revise my negative opinion, but now I can't make up my mind; I doubt I'll finish it, which ranks it below Marvel: Ultimate Alliance). I told my mother that I'd visit her, but I developed car troubles, so I made an appointment at Precision Tune, which I then didn't bother to show up for. I'd gone to Wal-Mart for a Wii (another decision that I'm suddenly not sure of) at five yesterday morning, came home thinking I could get two hours sleep, next thing I know I'm laying in bed, it's one in the afternoon, and I start thinking about a bridge, cinder blocks, and a pistol. Flu-related diarrhea and body ache also contributed to my malaise.
On a positive note,

Guess that's everything.

Seriously, I did lift weights two nights over the four night depression, so that's good. I framed the Joan Jett poster, though I'm disliking the The Orange Peel placard on it. It's duct-taped on, so I thought it best to leave it. Also, the poster itself is a little wrinkled under the glass.

Good night.


This is a friend of mine whose likeness has been technologically aged.