I am in such a bad mind set at the moment, and I really can't seem to find my way out of it.
I'm really worried about the future, not because of the whole "end of days" prophecy floating around, but more simple reasons. Will I have a job that I love, be able to afford a nice apartment or home, find love? I want to be a journalist and/or critic, yet all I ever hear is "print is dead". Let's face it, anyone with a computer thinks they're a writer, I'm one of the many that share that belief. But is there anything that makes me special or different, that sets me above the pack in any way?
It's a lot of negative uncertainty that I hope to shake off. Still you never really can forget about the future, unless you're too caught up in the present. At this time in my life I'm in a lull, just kind of waiting for something to start happening. I hear life is what happens when you're waiting around, so what does it do if you try to chase it and it's not there?
I guess I should just be thankful life is pretty easy for the moment, you couldn't tell by my age but I've been through some pretty stressful events in my time (alcoholics, drug addicts, homelessness). Never look the gift horse in the mouth and never, ever complain about it.
Sorry about the overly personal post lately, I promise I will resume movie reviews soon.
Love, me.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Connecticut.
Sheesh! It seems like forever since I've wrote anything down on this blog, but I really haven't seen any new movie for the past few days. Well that isn't entirely true as I have seen the new Batman film, but that film has been reviewed up and down the block and I don't feel I can say anything that hasn't already been said. Besides I'm too much of a comic book geek to give an unbiased review.
So the big topic on everyone's mind is the latest in this year's senseless tragedies, the shooting in Connecticut. After what happened in the theaters for the aforementioned Batman film we all assumed that was going to be the horrific moment of the year, and gun control shot up like a rocket following the incident. Since that time we've had a few small (and not-so-small) violent moments, and things calmed down. We all started to resume are lives, the paranoia that had formed slowly melting away until things were back to normal (for the most part).
I don't know why the man responsible, Adam Lanza, committed such an action, and because of how things ended we'll never truly know. Still, while I sit here with my laptop in my lap and my dog sleeping soundly beside me, I can imagine thousands of reasons and scenarios that led to this event. I shall bother you with none of them because does it really matter? I am merely a blogger with little under twenty lifetime page-views silenced under the other thousands of opinions and estimations.
The news will blame it on violence in the media. I have played games in my lifetime that involve fighting, shooting, and harming other people, yet I've never considered acting out any of those in my life. I avidly tune in every Sunday to watch Showtime's Dexter and buy the DVD's when they are released, but I never consider grabbing a pair of leather gloves and a knife to go out for a happily homicidal night.
The point is this: violent media is not the reason violence happens. We cannot place all blame on the television in the living room, or the new game that came out last month. Yet we do, and you know why? Because in the end it's easier to place the blame on something, easier to swallow and digest. If the people that knew this kid, that saw him every day and engaged in conversations with him, had to take the entire weight of believing that they should have noticed something off about him, then they'd probably kill themselves.
This is getting long, and I don't want to end this sounding mean-spirited, so let me finish by saying that the families that our suffering losses from this are still out there. This is one of the few moments in life when it seems everyone in America can come together and agree, that religion and politics and ethnics are all washed away. We find strength in unity, find the will to keep moving towards something better, something that otherwise may not be achievable. It doesn't matter if I don't know who you are, what you look like, or what you care about, but I know that you are saddened by this event.
So do what you have to do; hug your family, keep your kids home from school for the day, visit the graves of those lost, pray to your gods, cry, punch something. Just know that in some small way or shape or form that something good can come of this.
Love, me.
So the big topic on everyone's mind is the latest in this year's senseless tragedies, the shooting in Connecticut. After what happened in the theaters for the aforementioned Batman film we all assumed that was going to be the horrific moment of the year, and gun control shot up like a rocket following the incident. Since that time we've had a few small (and not-so-small) violent moments, and things calmed down. We all started to resume are lives, the paranoia that had formed slowly melting away until things were back to normal (for the most part).
I don't know why the man responsible, Adam Lanza, committed such an action, and because of how things ended we'll never truly know. Still, while I sit here with my laptop in my lap and my dog sleeping soundly beside me, I can imagine thousands of reasons and scenarios that led to this event. I shall bother you with none of them because does it really matter? I am merely a blogger with little under twenty lifetime page-views silenced under the other thousands of opinions and estimations.
The news will blame it on violence in the media. I have played games in my lifetime that involve fighting, shooting, and harming other people, yet I've never considered acting out any of those in my life. I avidly tune in every Sunday to watch Showtime's Dexter and buy the DVD's when they are released, but I never consider grabbing a pair of leather gloves and a knife to go out for a happily homicidal night.
The point is this: violent media is not the reason violence happens. We cannot place all blame on the television in the living room, or the new game that came out last month. Yet we do, and you know why? Because in the end it's easier to place the blame on something, easier to swallow and digest. If the people that knew this kid, that saw him every day and engaged in conversations with him, had to take the entire weight of believing that they should have noticed something off about him, then they'd probably kill themselves.
This is getting long, and I don't want to end this sounding mean-spirited, so let me finish by saying that the families that our suffering losses from this are still out there. This is one of the few moments in life when it seems everyone in America can come together and agree, that religion and politics and ethnics are all washed away. We find strength in unity, find the will to keep moving towards something better, something that otherwise may not be achievable. It doesn't matter if I don't know who you are, what you look like, or what you care about, but I know that you are saddened by this event.
So do what you have to do; hug your family, keep your kids home from school for the day, visit the graves of those lost, pray to your gods, cry, punch something. Just know that in some small way or shape or form that something good can come of this.
Love, me.
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