Amazing talent!

Here's one that I've been contemplating for a good while, and with good cause.

In short, there are a lot of people in the world who have talents that I don't.

Yes, I know it's hard to fathom that I'm not an expert at everything, but just entertain the thought for a moment.

I have some things that I'm damn good at, but I keep being amazed at the things other people can do.

Take painters, for instance; people who can draw and paint something with easy. Myself, I have a really hard time at this. Just painting a few strokes is trouble in my book, but there are people who can just sit down and paint masterpieces like you've never seen.

Oh, and while we're at it; maths!

In my head, mathematics is jibberish. It doesn't make any sense whatsoever in my head, yet there are people to whom the numbers lay down like a bed of flowers.

Maybe I'm just happy there are people who can do all that stuff, because I sure can't, and I can't imagine what it would be like to be able to in the first place.

Harry Potter...

...is an absolute moron!

Really, he's a bonehead.

It's a miracle that he survived the books, because he sure as hell worked hard enough to avoid it!

Just look at that whole episode in the Ministry of Magic.

He gets a vision telling him Sirius is in trouble.

A smart person would figure that it's most likely a trap, and just double check with the magical mirror to see that everything is fine.

A slightly less intelligent person would not realize that it is a trap, but would still check with the mirror to see if Sirius is okay.

An even less intelligent person would not realize it is a trap but alert Snape, so that he can put the entire Order of the Phoenix on the job.

Now, a stupid person would try to break into the headmistress' office and attempt to use the floo-network to contact Sirius.

A complete and utter arch-idiot, the stupidity of which is unparalleled, would try the floo thingy, fail, alert Snape, yet still run off to the Ministry of Magic to try and stop Voldemort.

Now, let's say it hadn't been a trap, then Harry and his gang would have been faced with a reborn Voldemort in all his glory, as well as a horde of death-eaters. Surely, even if it wasn't a trap, it would still be a fucking trap, because Voldemort would still be there to catch Harry!

My god, the idiocy of it all! Hadn't fate been favouring him all along, he would be dead in a ditch by the second book!

Change!

I don't like when things change. In general, I'd like things to stay the same forever.

However, I want things to improve, so they have to change in order for me to get what I want. The eternal paradox of my existence.

The main problem with change is that it's not a game of sums, or at least it isn't in my case.

Let's say you lose a friend, but gain another friend. Some may think that you come out even, but the gaining of a friend doesn't change the fact that you lost one.

After all, people aren't just numbers, every friend is different, so losing one means losing a unique individual.

I don't like losing friends, and it seems to hit me particularly hard when I've been alienated from one, and no other friend will ever be able to replace that person, because they aren't the same.

In the words of Cardew Robinson; "They say when you gain a lover, you begin to lose a friend, that the end of the beginning's the beginning of the end".

Woah, hold on!

Wahey, two updates back to back, how unprecedented! ...shut up

Here comes something that has been niggling at the back of my mind; standup comedians without any panache on stage.

You know the type; morons who just stand there and talk about some stuff, nothing funny at all, just wasting people's time.

How about you take all that shit with your therapist? That is, unless he killed himself to get away from all your bullshit!

When I get up on stage, I perform! I entertain! I put on a bloody show for the audience!

They didn't come there to sit there and listen to the random musings of some tired old bat going on about how she has trouble finding men, they came to see a show, something great, something hilarious!

So why the hell do some people seem dedicated to making the audience depressed instead?

Say what you will about all the big names in comedy these days, they can put on a bloody show! They have flair!

Business as per usual!

Y'know what really grinds my gears?

Plot holes!

You know, parts of the story in fiction that just don't add up.

When the Rebel Alliance manages to destroy the second Death Star in Star Wars VI, they've suddenly won completely! Never mind that huge imperial fleet completely dwarfing theirs.

Like Ackbar said; "We won't last long against those star destroyers!", so why were those star destroyers no longer a problem after the destruction of the death star?

It seems to be a symptom of the lack of ontological inertia. In essence, that's the notion that if you destroy whatever created something, that something will also be destroyed. Thus, if you kill the emperor, the entire empire vanishes into thin air.

That's not how the world fucking works! If my father dies, I don't instantly cease to exist!

Morons...

Is it really too much to ask that the creators of a movie or series actually think through what happens so that it makes sense?

Now, what REALLY grinds my gears is legions of fans instantly jumping in to defend their object of adoration at all cost!

They suddenly go like "Oh, but the emperor was doing his battle meditation, which made the imperial fleet much more effective, and without it they lost the battle!"...

Fuck off! That bloody "battle meditation" thingy wasn't invented until about twenty years after that movie was made!

Thank god you're here!

Okay, this time it wasn't my fault, honestly! I couldn't log into my account, so I couldn't update my blog, it's terrible!

Anyway, now I'll try to be back in business, and I've got a backlog of ideas that the stupid technology wouldn't let me post, so here goes another!

I'm finally done with the main portion of my essay on the causes of the second world war!

The strange thing about it all is that at some point you have to concede that you're actually done, but there never seems to be one of those "Alright, finished!" moments anywhere. Instead, I spent two days sporadically reading through it and just realized that "I guess that's about it, really". I've covered everything I said I'd cover, my information comes from a bunch of different sources and it's all well-written.

All that remains is to write conclusion and final discussion, and I'm finished!

Hopefully another update will be along tomorrow, if the tech doesn't fuck me over again...

Dammit!

One, I have contracted quite a severe case of viral inflammation of the upper respiratory channels. IE, a bad cold, AKA the man flu!

My mother has had it for over a week, so she's clearly infect me.

Oh, and I just got my gym card two days ago, and now I can't work out tomorrow as I planned because I'm ill! Dammit!

Two, during class on tuesday I happened to notice one of my classmates wore an engagement ring. Why is that interesting? Because it's the exact type of engagement ring that I want!

I keep being reminded that I'm in fact supposed to be a girl. That is the seventh time it's happened, and yes, I do keep count!