The Almighty Nerd

I have to say I really respect that they went full blown with the cheesy fifties Dalek. Didn’t change it at all as far as I can tell, they pulled it off pretty well too.

I just started playing Silent Hill 2 and I was very much comprehensive of why it is seen as such a classic the moment I put it in. It is superbly executed especially considering the limitations of the time.

Which actually does bring me to my next point. The game has aged and in some areas not very gracefully (the sometimes laughably atrocious voice acting chief among the offenders) and I often wonder if it makes me uncultured that I find it hard to accept the flaws of the era that spawn a classic. Does it make me a heathen to think that Silent Hill 2 deserves a remake?

Whatever the answer I am quite enjoying myself, scared shitless as I might be.

I recently spent some time with some people whom I do not know very well who were very close friends and I have to say it was a little awkward. They definitely had their own sense of humor and (being the naturally wit-centered person I was) my jokes had a tendency to fall flat. Now it’s not that I begrudge these people their closeness, and it’s entirely possible that their personalities were just not compatible with my own BUT

It occurred to me that anyone on the outside of me and a friend could very likely feel the same way. Gosh life can be complicated sometimes.

It’s not that I can’t be trusted to make my own decisions, or even really my own fun. The decision itself is something that has been a long time coming and, to be honest, probably was actually made long ago. The issue is not with my ability to take care of myself when completely isolated, the issue is with my inclination to ever be in such a state. Which is never.

I’ve spent most of today at home and it doesn’t feel unlike having a gag in my mouth when I am not around my peers. 

This is not some heavy existential issue, seeing as how it was a span of maybe nine hours I have been home today (and that’s generous) just an observation, and perhaps and invitation, in case anyone not already friends with me reads this, to go ahead and chatter endlessly to me. I’d prefer it to silence.

I’ve been blowing up my Facebook wall with post upon post about Doctor Who and I’m only on Episode Two. I’m thinking maybe I should stop posting my every thought onto Facebook while watching.

It could get a little irritating.

Thanks to the repeated advice of several people I know I have started watching the first episode of the first season!

People are really really great. Thank you Tumblr for helping me catalogue and put into words the events in my life. I was once told that I should maintain a blog in order to both work on my writing skills and learn more about myself. Perhaps that person realized how helpful the journey would be for me!

I just went and spent some gift card money at the mall and, intimidated and slightly depressed as I was at the several pretty women I saw today, I had a lot of fun and felt like I pushed a little at the corners of that restrictive wall that IS my comfort zone.

Thanks especially to Iggy and Alex who are only getting better and better to be friends with.

The idea is specifically for a webcomic:

The main character is a hopeless romantic who has finally found the girl of his dreams and has been engaged to her for a little while now. One day a crane drops a ton of bricks on him and he dies, and WHEN he dies he finds himself standing face to face with Death (as in the grim reaper), who tells him that ‘his love was so great that he will be allowed to return to life’ the catch being that in order to do this he has to agree to take some of the burden of ferrying the souls of the dead across to the other side. Protagonist naturally agrees to this, and is brought back to life.

Upon getting back to Earth he realizes that he has been cheated. It’s one maybe two years in the future and his fiance is engaged to someone else now. Rather than ruin her life and possibly send her into therapy for years he decides to leave her alone.

He gets pissed and calls on Death, and Death shows up and informs him that he can’t mess with the threads of fate, Protagonist and Fiance were never meant to get married so he can not allow it to happen. By the end of the conversation we learn that death has been doing this for centuries, he doesn’t actually do his job anymore, he just recruits people like Protagonist, often through trickery, to do it for him.

He ends up living with this girl who made the same deal, who took him in out of the kindness of her heart. And now that he is a corporal being he has to juggle a crappy job (all his college credits belong to someone legally dead), this crazy girl he’s living with, and ferrying the souls of the dead to their destination (and unfortunately being asked deep philosophical questions regularly)

I think that the story would work best in a visual medium, and webcomic is most easily achieved I think. The story should be a comedy for the most part.

What do you think? Honest opinions please.

Think I should be perfectly up front about my feelings now.

I think that most of the people I know aren’t worth my time.
I don’t think my time is worth that much.
I find myself physically revolting.
I find myself mentally weak.
I worry all the time about offending people.
I like religion less and less the more I am exposed to it.
Everytime I feel someone is worth my time it seems like they should have better things to do than be friends with me.
The people I respect and like mean so much more to me than they probably should.
I don’t think I’m talented in any particular ways.
I have been diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder by a Doctor once.
I have been diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder by a Doctor once.
I think is post is whiny and self indulgent, and that it will make everyone respect me less so now I am going to end it abruptly.