You call this a title?!

Yes, I do. Got a problem with that?
No?
That's what I thought.



Yesterday I "overheard" that my sister's blog was more interesting than mine.
That's when I remembered that I place little value in other people's opinions, particularly opinions involving me.

I proceeded to have a hearty laugh at my own expense, after which I went off to do something insufferably geeky, such as reading comic books, Googling the Roswell incident, complaining about the common misconception that schizophrenia is the same thing as dissociative identity disorder, wondering when my package from Metanet will arrive, or designing computer games.

Speaking of which, what part of the script

if facing=0
facing=1
else
facing=0

is dysfunctional?!

Clearly there's something completely different that is the source of all of my problems, such as global warming.
...Just kidding.
The real source of all of my problems is actually the Large Hadron Collider. Or at least it is today. Tomorrow, according to my calendar, it will be Al Gore, and obnoxious FPS fanboys are scheduled for every Monday in the month of November. Frankly, they deserve it.


...Meanwhile, I seem to have fixed the problems I was having with the script mentioned previously, so if you were worried about that, you don't have to be anymore. I actually am not sure what I did. Well, I know what I did, but I'm not sure why it fixed the problem. This has happened before, and I just move on.
I'm just glad to have solved the problem. It drives me nuts when I can't figure out a problem, and this is why I don't plan on ever having to program. There are many things I am able to do. Programing is not one of them, and I don't really want to take the time to change that because it would involve a lot of frustration.


You know, I really feel the need to make puppets. If you have been reading this blog for a while, you would know that I have said this before, and obviously nothing has come of it, otherwise I would not be feeling the need to make them (unless I simply wanted more).
Besides, I would have told you.

At any rate, I want to make puppets so that people everywhere can explore the dark regions of my bizarre sense of humor in a way that does not lend itself well to writing.
I often write down funny things I want characters to do or say, and they really wouldn't work in a written story as well as they would in something like a puppet presentation.
So... I need to make some puppets.

...Of course, I also need to work on my current computer game project, prepare for the ACT, and get a job. And that's not even counting multiple writing projects to which I have various levels of commitment.
Then of course there are all of the things I am doing for fun (not that the things mentioned above are necessarily boring).
One of the things I do for fun is, of course, playing computer games. I have been playing many things on YoYo Games lately, and --as one would suspect-- much of it is mediocre or worse, but there are some games that really stand out (and, yes, most of these were made by Jesse Venbrux). It makes me happy to see good games and I hope these people continue to make them.
The other is reading. I keep picking up new things to read and within days most of my siblings are reading the same thing. It upsets me and I don't know why.
Now, you may think that when I say "I keep picking up new things" that I mean I read indiscriminately, but this is not the case. I am extremely picky. I become ill walking through the fantasy section at the library because I can tell how unimaginative every single book is just by looking at the cover. And I hate reading unimaginative things.
I usually rely on the recommendation of friends, but if they recommend something and it seems like everyone is reading it I often will not read it for that very reason.
I couldn't give you a straight answer for this but I suspect it's related to what I mentioned earlier with my siblings "stealing" "my" books.
To me, things just seem more boring when they are popular, and I almost feel like I am relying on the public opinion to make my decisions for me (a practice I normally detest).
And... it's just... everywhere. So it's dull. Like dirt, really. It's all over the place. Maybe if it wasn't people would find it more interesting.
Please do not tell me what sort of imbalances such a situation would create, because it's likely that I know about many of them and I really don't want to hear about the rest.


So, umm... THIS IS A CONCLUDING SENTENCE!

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