Thursday, September 30, 2004

I want my scanner, I want my scanner, I want my scanner..

Comment Commentary

Shin- I don't know, can you rap during the closing credits, old-school?

Aleia- Or, better yet, you could be a medical professor teaching nursing.. In space!!11!

Mimmi- The underground rebellion has begun.. Excellent.

DDG- Propaganda, also excellent!

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After watching the first presidential debate, I have several comic strip ideas, all of which I can use for extra credit in History, but it's not like I really need it.. I just really want to put them up here. It's fun to see how people to react to them. Even if nobody comments, it still feels good to mess around with topics through a medium that almost everyone has access to.

As for the actual debate itself, however, I am going to try to talk about it, but I'm not exactly the greatest political analyst to ever walk the earth. Forgive me if I sound extremely amateur.

I try to keep up with major debates and presidential addresses when I can. It's never really a number-one priority for me, but I still found myself running down the stairs and plopping down on the couch the second I heard this one start. Even if I can't vote yet, I still like to keep myself entertained through asking myself, "who would I vote for?"

Once I heard that the debate, I had a pretty clear prediction of how I thought things were going to turn out: Kerry attacking Bush about doing a poor job, and being rather vague about how he would do better, and Bush defending himself while accusing John Kerry of being a flip-flopper. That's rather generic, of course, but I developed better thoughts than that as thing started up.

I think Kerry had a pretty good start. He's a rather good speaker, though a tad vague, while Mr. Bush began roughly. I think his first word was "um," but I think he had more solid foundation than Kerry. As usual, though, I think Georgie was a little childish in his debating, but whatever.

You know what I would really like to see, though? An unmoderated death-match debate between the two candidates. They could have Don King one of the analysts afterwards and call the debate a bunch of funky adjectives.

Based on this debate and past knowledge, I still don't know who I would pick between the two of them. If I were to pick right now, though, I would just pick Nader so that I know my vote didn't contribute to anything. Haven't I said that before?

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While in Best Buy yesterday, I saw the Star Wars DVDs for the first time. The shiny gold and silverness quickly caught my eye as I was milling about in the anime section, and I ran over just to run my hand along the embossed logo and image (though I don't quite recall Mark Hammil being that muscular).

..Yeah. I just wanted to say that.

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The really, really final deadline for the newsletter was today, and I spent all period moving things around, trying to get titles to fit without automatically centering themselvse for some reason, and pasting in things that hadn't been inserted yet. There are still a couple articles missing- the Street Racing Syndicate review I didn't do, and the four-star Resident Evil: Apocalypse thing- but all in all, I think it turned out better than I had expected. I think it's probably because I ended up going over every page individually, unhindered by the clipart-addicted others who go on ego trips because they were taught how to paste things in.

Tomorrow, I guess, we begin work on the november issue. I think it's rather silly to do reviews of movies that will be seen in four weeks, once the subjects are entirely off the cultural radar, so I might propose spending two weeks on the newsletter, and two on the yearbook, to keep the newsletter more up-to-date and to give the yearbook equal attention.

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Bleh, I have to go write a five-paragraph essay now. The topic was of the kind that I despise with the utmost intensity- we had to look back at our life, think of a time when something went wrong, and write five paragraphs about it. I hate doing things like this for several reasons:

A) My life is boring, and no crazy misunderstandings in my life are worthy of twenty-plus sentences for a grade.

B) I hate looking back at most of my life. Even if the memory itself is happy, it only leads to depressing ones, and it gets me depressed.

C) It's not creative enough. Give me a genre of fiction and I'll crank out an essay faster than you can type up a rant.

I've decided to BS it and talk about some imaginary time when I was trying to hook up a computer, or television, or something, and how I overlooked the simplest mistake. I guess it's rooted in fact, but it's going to be a lame, made-up story. Hopefully injecting forty CCs of cynicism can save my grade.

Teh SillyCircus Day 46- Shaman King manga just keeps getting cooler, end of story.
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