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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Fandom - Star Wars

Fandom - Star Wars

Listen. I get it. Maybe Star Wars wasn't for you, certainly the prequel movies weren't that great, you never understood the fandom, you never bothered with the comics or the books, the toys it all seems so surreal.

But now that we, the geeks, the nerds, the star wars fans, the 501st, have something to be really proud of? Don't ruin that for us. We aren't in high school anymore, there's no cred that you need to appeal to hold on to. Don't ridicule people for loving what they love. And certainly don't ridicule them when all they want to do is share their enthusiasm for it with you. If it still isn't for you? Sure, fine, fair. But if you want to rag on it because it's popular finally?

That makes you a jerk.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Life - Racism, Hard Truth

Life - Racism, Hard Truth

Listen, if you ever say that you don't believe racism still exists, then I have a hard truth for you. You occupy a space in the world then that doesn't have to deal with, see, or otherwise have contact with racism. You live a life of privilege. You are also quite possibly without empathy, or also very, very stupid. You might be both.

Racism is less today about slurs and negative epitaphs, although those still exist as well. Racism is about how a group of people are finding ways to justify why it was appropriate to shoot a 12 year old black boy.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Life - Exercise

Life - Exercise

Aaron Bleyaert wrote this most excellent guide to how to lose weight, in 4 steps.

I might argue that they're not that easy. But well, semantics.


Thursday, December 10, 2015

Musings - Difference

Musings - Difference

The idea that we kill each other over a difference of opinion about what happens after people die is both ironic and sad.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Life - Lachesism

Life - Lachesism

From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

For a million years we’ve watched the sky
and huddled in fear.
But somehow you still find yourself
quietly rooting for the storm.

As if a part of you is tired of waiting,
wondering when the world will fall apart
—by lot, by fate, by the will of the gods—
almost daring them to grant your wish.

But really you can wish all you want,
because life is a game of chance.
And each passing day
is another flip of the coin.

Who could blame us for wanting to be there when it lands?