186. Same Same But Different

The world's still a dark cold place, and full of people who watch Twilight and listen to Miley Cyrus. Nothing's changed. As we speak, legions of Avatards grow, with hundreds of new minions making Tsahaylu, the bond, each day. By 4 pm, December 12, 2011, approximately 1/3 of the world's population will be speaking Na'vi and have had their skin colour surgically altered to permanent blue. Roughly two months later, a quarter of that number would've been killed trying to plug their ponytails in the orifices of numerous wild animals while attempting to ride them or by jumping out of a plane over a rain forest without a parachute. Fret not, they shall be one with Eywa.

It still rains shit on good days, and on other days we get menfolk who think that the combination of a shirt tucked into a pair of shorts that go way up and shoes worn with socks is morally acceptable clothing (sorry guys, not unless you subscribe to Paedo's Weekly). There are still people who answer the telephone in the cinema. There are still people who cut queues or stand up before the plane stops. And people who think that Liverpool are a good side and that Arsenal have a chance of winning the league this year.

There are still 5-day working weeks that aren't quite 5-day working weeks and old bullshit packaged new and shiny. There are still those who suffer from an inflated view of themselves and those who make it possible.

It's all the same really. Only it's different.