86. All Hallow's Eve - Part 1

Rather irritatingly, this blog celebrates Halloween. Why? Who knows? It's like asking why the stars shine at night, or why grass is green and the sky blue. Well, actually there's a scientific explanation to all of that, but who wants to get themselves bogged down with all those darn details?

Right, so it's rather apt ain't it that this blog shall valiantly attempt to tell three tales of terror that will inspire both awe and dread (in equal measures no doubt!) for you sorry lot. Are you getting excited yet? No, you in the corner, stop doing that, it's not that kind of excitement.

Know that this blog is skillfully navigated by a Master Storyteller (note the capital letters, impressive eh?), so sit tight, have a cup of tea, and be prepared to be whisked away to wonderful world flowing with milk and honey and free parking...

First up on our long dark journey is a tale of man, nay, not a man surely, but something else! For deep inside him, there lies a beast sleeping, waiting for the right moment to come forth...to reveal his true nature...his calling...and the world will weep when the beast awakes...ladies and gentlemen...let me introduce you to the darkly wretched tale of...

Well, I guess you'll just have to wait a bit...watch this space for more...muahahaha...

85. Shit Happens

Right, I was planning on posting on why Miami Vice absolutely rocks over the weekend (it does you know, for those of you who don't get it, I pity you). But as fate would have it, I found myself fucked over the weekend. Not literally mind you. Figuratively. Meaning that Michael Mann and his bad-ass crew will just have to wait till the next post to unleash their bad-assness to the unsuspecting readers of this blog (yep, all two of you).

Now back to being fucked over. You see, the world is full of assholes. In fact, everyone of us is an asshole to a certain extent. It's just that some of us are, well, bigger assholes than others. This I've known for ages, but to fight against the tide is futile, might as well go with the flow, and hold your breath for as long as you can. As long as their shit doesn't affect you, all can be right with the world eh? But it's always good to be aware of it floating around and avoid it as best as possible, unlike some people who have their heads stuffed so far up their own asses, till they've gone all high on their own shit that their impervious to other people's shit.

Yeah, sure you try your best to avoid it. But alas, you can't swim around without running into a bit of shit forever. Sometimes, it floats right smack in your face. Yeah, and it's pretty nasty. You just can tell when that distinct aroma fills up your nostrils and you have this sickening knot in your stomach.

Ah man. I won't bog you down with the details...the broad strokes? Well, let's just say there was an asshole out there, who did this totally fucked-up thing, which on it's own, I wouldn't have given a rat's ass about. It's just that he did it to me, and thus dragged me into his wonderful world of shit.

Truly it is wonderful. As the light upon the leaves of trees. As the voice of clear waters. As the stars above the mists of the world. Such is the beauty of the world of shit he's introduced to me.

Man, the sad thing is, he's just another one of the many assholes I've had the great misfortune of running into. In fact, I think this fella can qualify to be bestowed that highest rank amongst assholes, the fucktard (thus joining that notorious group consisting of George Lucas, Michael Bay, Rio Ferdinand, Gary Neville, George Bush, the majority of Americans who voted for him, and all those damn Amway nuts who try to convert you to their unholy cause).

The sad thing is, that once elusive bunch are growing more with each passing day. This surely is a sign of the end of times. Shit happens man.

84. Truth

"What is this great evil? How did it steal into the world? From what seed, what root did it spring? Who's doing this? Who's killing us? Robbing us of light and life. Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known." - Private Train from The Thin Red Line

What is evil but the absence of good? Just like darkness is the absence of light, and cold the absence of heat.

So, if we sit by and detach ourselves from the plight of others, the plight of the children of Man before us, does that not make us evil too? In our actions, or rather, the absence of our actions.

So who made this evil? Who brought it into our world? Well, the answer is of course us. We brought it. We let it grow, and let it fester. It rots our core, in the very heart of our being. And it grows, it breeds like a parasite, feeding off the living, slowly sucking off the lifeforce. And it pollutes, and it sickens, and eventually, it will drive us all mad.

Such is life. It is cruel. Unfair. Only the strong survive. That's the way things are. Or so we tell ourselves. Maybe to make ourselves feel better?

We are such strange creatures, the human race. Capable of so much compassion and love, yet also cruelty and indifference. At times, perhaps from fatigue of chasing our fortunes, we pause a bit and wonder, just what path is it that we've set ourselves on? But to pause too long, is to slowly comprehend that we can't do nearly enough. The alternative? Never stop to pause, things cannot be changed. You do what you can, when you can. And most of times, when you feel like it. Truth.