2013-09-09-BFP1129-clockwor


1129 Clockwork Borange.

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The other day I decided to just take a chance and get the first season of Avatr: The Last Airbender. It’s long been one of those things I felt like I would enjoy if I just committed to it. I wasn’t wrong. It’s a good show. I look forward to seeing how it goes. What really surprises me about the whole thing is that Nickelodeon actually produced a show that told a whole story without dropping it before the end. The fact that it’s not completely vapid an worthless is just some kind of insane icing. I’m not saying it’s War & Peace or anything, but it is pretty good.

There was one point where I was really annoyed for about a minute. There’s supposed to be this comet that gives a bad guy all this power, but they describe it as a ball of fire. At first I was super mad about this because it seemed like such a basic science error. Then it occurred to me that people in the Avatar universe shoot fire from their hands, levitate shit with their minds, and generally ignore the laws of nature as it suits them. Who is to say that comets in their world aren’t made of fire? The penguins are actually some kind of horrifying seal/penguin abomination. In fact a lot of the animals are just two regular animals cut in half and superglued back together. Really, what’s to be mad about, you know?

The teen had an early birthday party this weekend. Just being in the sound radius of 3 teenage girls is emotionally draining. All speech seems to evolve slowly into screaming until they need to recharge. It was like a flashback to my own sister being that age, except she was always much more of a hostess than my cousin. Or maybe cruel overlord would be more accurate. Her fist may not have been iron, but I’m pretty sure it was metallic. In any case my workspace/living quarters are much more impressive to 15 year old females than age appropriate ones. They might yet be here tormenting me if not for my aura of age and ill health. In any event the upside to all of this was that pizza came within scrounging distance of my hovel. The out food kind, not the make it yourself kind. Like all old people I drained life energy from the scraps of youth.