Archive for January, 2009

Reports of my death have been greatly exagerated

{ January 20, 2009 @ 1:44 am } · { Personals }
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Okay, sorry for not posting for so long. I caught some form of throat death and it kicked my ass for 3 or 4 days. I’m still not 100% so this is all you’ll get. Sorry.

Brody

A connection of any sort

{ January 15, 2009 @ 3:43 am } · { Uncategorized }
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Attention: if you watch Battlestar Galactica and have just started, don’t read this post. Spoiler alert.

What is it about television that we connect with? I’ve been watching Battlestar Galactica a lot lately, and I’ve become so connected to these characters. In the last episode I watched, a favorite character of mine, Starbuck, died. I was nearly in tears. This episode I’m watching now is all about the crew dealing with her loss. Apollo is going to pieces, Adama is barely holding it together and Helo and the rest of the pilots are shaken because she was the best they had. It was a serious blow to the Galactica crew.

And that got me thinking. What is it about these shows that are so intriguing to me? One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl and Battlestar Galactica all make me feel very real things. I’m emotionally connected to these characters, honestly give a crap about what happens to them. I know they’re fictional and the universes they exist in are fictional as well. But that doesn’t stop me from giving a frak. See that? Frak is the all around swear that everyone on Galactica uses. It’s so adaptable. Motherfrakker is my personal favorite.

I don’t know where I’m going with this seeing as I’m watching the episode right now. I’ll post more as it comes to me.

Brody

BSG Insights

{ January 10, 2009 @ 1:38 am } · { Personals }
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Betrayal has such a powerful grip on the mind
It’s almost like a python
It can squeeze out all other thought, suffocate all other thought until everything is dead but the rage
I’m not talking about anger.
I’m talking about rage.
I can feel it, right here.
Like’s it’s going to burst
I feel like I want to scream.
Right now as a matter of fact.

Captain William Adama

Part One

{ January 4, 2009 @ 11:23 pm } · { Short Stories }
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The man stepped off the bus and stood listening as it drove away. Only when it’s telltale sounds had faded into the night did he move. He glanced around him, taking in the familiar sights. For many years he’d called this city and this neighborhood home. Of course there are always two sides to a story. In truth, while he called this place home it meant less to him than the dirt on his shoes. It was not a home. It was simply a place where he existed. Home was far, far away. Home was a place filled with love and laughter, and pets and family. The place that he called home had none of those things. There was the possibility for it to be considered a home long ago, but that hope had died alongside his belief that all people were good.

As he stood breathing in the sights and sounds of a city sleeping, he reflected on the day that had been. No one could have seen this coming. Well, he said to himself, that’s a lie. He’d seen this coming, but not so soon. Who knew that it would be so easy? Who knew just how lightly buried old feelings were? As far as he was concerned though it was all for naught. Everything that had happened, could happen and might happen didn’t mean anything. Not until…

Sighing, the man took one last look and then trudged his way through the snow, still thinking. A chill was beginning to seep in, especially in his toes. Even though the man knew it wasn’t actually as cold as he thought it was, his body disagreed. I’ve spoiled myself, he though. It was time to stop moping and begin anew like he always did. Time to move on and figure out his next move. So much to do, so little time to do it in. But wasn’t that always the case? But one small thought nagged him in the back of his mind; nagged and nagged until it could no longer be ignored. It wormed it’s way into his thoughts and made itself apparent. Shocked at the realization he paused. It couldn’t possibly be that easy could it? He turned the thought over in his head, coming at it from every angle, trying to find a flaw. None could be found. So the man accepted the thought, and continued on his way.

He began planning. One needed plans in situations like this. Because falling in love is always a tricky situation to find oneself in.

Ughhhhhhhh

{ January 1, 2009 @ 11:26 am } · { Personals }
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Wow. I’ve been home for 2 days. 2 days! And already I’m ready to rip my eyes out and bash my head into a wall. I always forget how stressful things are around here since life is pretty easy in Winnipeg. Granted, I don’t have to work there or anything like that, but it’s still ridiculous how fast I lose my shit.

Please, someone remind me why I shouldn’t move to Winnipeg? Not only would I be much, MUCH closer to my family, but I’d also be a stone’s throw from my mom, my cousins, my grandparents, my aunt and uncle and Portage where I have a friend. Seriously, somebody explain to me why it’s a bad idea to move there. Because I can’t think of one downside.

Brody