Shard: (1+1+2)

Precursor: Never give out your favorite secret. Then other people might have fun with it instead of you.


Body: There is much to be said of keeping secrets. But most of the same can be said of lying. I try not to get in too much of a habit of doing either. But there are times when it's for everyone's benefit. And times when it really only benefits you. Take costumed vigilantes, for example.

The term "secret identity" is a commonly used and accepted term. But it's not one that I am terribly comfortable with. To me secret implies and is connected to lying. Usually, in order to keep one you must tell the other. Deception at its finest.

But that's an implication I don't like to associate with some of my favorite heroes. Like Superman, or Spider-man. Both of them try to stand for good and right. But as every child can tell you, secrets and lies aren't consistent with good behavior. Yes, there are things not everyone needs to know, but I usually consider those personal, not secret. There's no conspiracy or malice, just things I don't need other people to know about.

So, in the case of secret identities, I'm sure there's a better description of the situation. Maybe cover identity, or multiple identities. Not really keeping things from people, but not putting the information out in the open. Honestly, it's easier to keep people of even suspecting things if you stop thinking of them as secrets, anyway.

I don't mean they should offer full disclosure to anyone interested, but just don't talk about actively try to hide it. People will be less suspicious of you that way.


The End: So, that's enough for such pointless nonsense. But I want to leave you with a couple of thoughts. One: I'm awesome, it's OK to be jealous of me. And two:

Shard: III

Precursor: Ever. Burning. Rage.

Body: And the world screeched to a halt. The Son was taken, not for the first time. But I assure you it is for the last.
But enough about me. How about that weather, huh? Total rip-off. It should be puddinging. You know, when pudding falls out of the sky. Or maybe that weather condition where Bacon sprouts out from the ground warm and cooked and all for me. But mostly, let's have a good clean fight. Nothing below the belt. Unless you like it that way. Then let's shovel it in by the barrel.
But, don't take my word for it. Only you can prevent brain fires.
The End: And my mind splinters a touch more. Please donate heavily to the "Save a Mind Foundation" at your earliest inconvenience.

Shard: 2

Precursor: Geeks are dumb. Very dumb. And I should know, I'm the dumbest of them all.

Body: There has been some rumblings lately about a shooting. A fictional shooting between fictional characters. One of the characters is a bug-eyed, big-headed alien. And the other is Harrison Ford. (Hmmm.... Harrison Ford). So, what's the big deal with Han Solo vs. Greedo?

Well, it seems that the man that created Star Wars decided that Han never fired his weapon before Greedo. What does that mean?

In short: Not a hill of beans to the rest of us.
In Long: Mr. Lucas can say or do whatever he likes with the characters, it doesn't really affect anyone that's not him. Except the losers that cry over it, because they're losers. Crybaby losers. With poor hygiene and ugly glasses.

So, why do people care, you may find yourself asking. But if you're not dumb, you won't. I'm still going answer. People care because they think when Han Solo pulled the trigger severely alters his character. Because they don't realize that it doesn't.

I guess they don't realize that Han had his firearm prepared to fire well before Greedo shoots. That right there indicates his intentions. He's going to shoot this dude that's out to cause him harm. Who cares which person actually got a shot off first. Stupid babies. And if that doesn't work for you, because you're a whiner, then just pretend that Han is shooting first, you know, like you pretend that you have friends.

I think the biggest problem with what Lucas has done to the films is super-imposing that Whiny Anakin Kid (no, he doesn't deserve an actual name, the actor is crappy) over the one that wasn't necessarily annoying in episode six. Why are there not more people in an uproar about that? I can only hope it's because they didn't watch to the end.


The End: In conclusion, it's a pointless argument because Han shoots first. Also, Ewoks are cool. And sorry, but no tasty kittens today. Maybe next time. In the mean time, here's a picture of birds killing each other:

Shard: One

Precursor: So, now I'm one of the rest of you. Looks like I should type something in here, something important that lots of people will want or need to read to make their days complete. Maybe It should be deep and meaningful or something.

But it probably won't be. So read at your own risk. Or don't. It's all good to me.

Body: Last night I had a dream. Not really a strange one, but one that I remember. Before I go on allow me to relate my opinions on dreams. They aren't magical, or prophetic. They can have meaning, if only to help you figure out what's been weighing on your mind heavily.

But last night, I don't think my mind was doing that. I hope not.

See, lately I've had a few things going on in my life that have all but driven me insane. I won't go into them because they are my business, not yours. Suffice it to say that these things are majorly life-changing (and not necessarily in a good way) things.

But last night my mind felt like playing basketball. In a well-known if low class store. With some people I haven't seen or talked to in years. Which would have been alright, if odd, except how my mind portrayed everyone.

Every single person looked like we used to except in our eyes. The eyes showed a gleam of experience. Some good, some bad. I could tell that we had moved on with our lives since we used to hang out. It was weird, because it showed that everyone else had experiences to draw upon to figure out what to do. They knew, with a confidence what they were planning.

And then there were the voices. Do you know what a teen sounds like when you remove the innocence of youth and the passion of ignorance? That voice sounds an awful lot like an adult. It sounds like something important was lost.

And my mind also made sure to push a few of my more recent and embarrassing shortcomings into it. Just for good measure. So, my mind felt a need to remind me of all the good times past, and how lost I am.

No wonder I don't like sleeping and never trust dreams. They twist me up.

The End: I figure that's enough rambling for a first post. Maybe the next one will involve kittens! Tasty, tasty kittens.