Live Action Akira

So apparently some white dudes are gonna end up cast for lead roles in the live action Akira remake. I don't really care who plays the role as long as they aren't robotic-moving, cold, dead, renditions of beloved characters; however, I think this may end up on par with Dragonball Evolution. That being said, why bother worrying about anything Hollywood is doing? Akira came out in 1988, it's so good that, after running out of ideas for better films over two decades later, gets a remodel for the next generation of humans. (I'm hoping at some point in my life to be known as part of the Pokémon Generation.)

You know that little voice in your head that everybody has?
I think mine's a mime.

Just some food for thought.

A True Hero.

Given the times that I had growing up reading comic books I often would wonder what a true hero was. To me, I liked the idea of a costumed do-gooder who stood for justice.

But in reality things are a little different. Here, one can only be a hero by using their means to hurt others.

I believe a true hero is one who does the greatest of good without hurting another.

melancholy with a dash of ennui

A few months back I got a device that hooks up my guitar to my computer. It took a little while for me to figure it out, but I eventually started making recordings. Today I went back to listen to them. They're ridiculously identical. Every. Last. One. I can't seem to do anything original.

So I'm in a funk. Now what?

Well, logic can't really help, this is art. Art happens through inspiration. And that logic can help with.

But therein lies the problem. Where does one seek inspiration? Where the hell can I shop for a muse?

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“Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems -but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.” --Salman Rushdie

"Fuck that shit, I am." --Luke.

Stray

I think one of my problems may lie with an early onset lack of social interaction. At an age crucial to making friends and learning the ins and outs of what is and isn't acceptable in public (9 and 10) I was homeschooled. Often times days would go by and I wouldn't go any further than my mailbox. Prior to this I had one very best friend, but his parents divorced, his mom married his uncle and they moved to Jupiter (literally). Before that, I had just one friend, who I lost contact with after being in the stupid gifted program at a different school. My superior learning environment cost me a friend. After a year of gifted I begged to be homeschooled because the most recent nice person I had met was homeschooled and he wasn't being picked on by people in gifted, then again he wasn't in gifted.

I let others run my life too much now. It's not very good. I've become socially outcast, paranoid of people speaking ill of me, yet secretly hoping that they do for fear of becoming forgotten.

I've become bitter and violent, even towards family members. Nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing matters anymore.

I can't connect with others and often times I just say nothing.

What happened to the happy-go-lucky, worry-free guy I used to be? Why can't I just sit down and play a video game anymore? Where's my focus? What's the matter with me?

Murry fuggin' Crimbo.

What I want can't be wrapped. It may be able to be rapped, though.

For no reason at all things have turned to shit. I'm a violent-minded social outcast incapable of feeling anything good anymore. Who's to say what I felt wasn't just an act anyway?

Conclusion: I wish I knew what was wrong with me.