Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Sexy Toque -
We need a rave.

That is: somehow, some day, somewhere, we have to have a get-together of OB and myO members. Not just including specific "cliques" (xD, Preston) or whatever you choose to call them, but everybody. All 50 000+ of us. At the same time.

Think about it: you could have so much run running up and down through the seemingly endless crowd, searching for your friends. Picture asking random people their "name" and then

1) jumping up and down with excitement at finally getting to meet up IRL

or 2) grabbing the nearest blunt object (preferrably a cricket-bat or shovel), screaming "YOUR POSTS SUCK!!!!", and proceeding to deal a hefty amount of damage. (Thanks, Sammie-chan.)

Imagine finally showing those pitiful little n00bs what you think of them, uninhibited by the restraints of cyberspace...! Imagine actually kicking Preston in the nuts, or really shoving your political views and ethics down another person's throat (you'd have to write them down first, but hey), getting a proper chance to show that one guy who kept posting crap on your myO back in the day what you think of him...

...think, my friends, of the possibilities.

Seeing as winter is on its way, I am brought to think, naturally, of Christmas.
Our culture revolves around Christmas. As early as the beginging of September, we hear word of the latest children's Christmas story to hit the big screen.
If you ask your parents for something, half they time they are going to say "no", and the other half of the time it is going to be "Put it on your Christmas list."

There are actually people who spend the holiday season pretending to be Santa, answering all the little children's letters. Individually.

Our most well-known and familiar tunes are all Christmas ones.

In fact, we are so bent on the spirit of the season, half our children's literature seems to revolve around "Christmas Miracles" or quite the opposite.

We know all about Scrooge and Marley and Charlie Brown's Christmas play, and actually bother to, once a year, go as far as to get a sticky, big, needle-dropping tree that the cat is most likely to knock over on the third day of its being in the middle of the living room, drag it into the house, bother to set it upright and take care to avoid letting the decorations slip off of it.

Hell, we're even willing to condone having some obese old man climb down our chimney and leave us gifts, many of which are meant to be eaten.

O_o"

More on this at Christmas time, I guess. Haha...

Sorry: was just at the movies the other day, and saw an add for the Polar Express.

I am temted to go see that movie: the book is simply magnificent, after all.

^^

And now to see if QC has updated yet...
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