This blog is a little of everything and a lot of inconsistency. I am Queen of the Queue and over-tag everything, so don't be afraid to ask me to tag something for you. I am planning a hobbit hole and you should talk to me about your dream house. Also Tamora Pierce. And The Posterchildren. As well as anything that's weighing you down (I am nearly guaranteed to be on your side).
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Imagine how our lives would change if the importance of sports in our society was replaced with the performing arts.
“Omg did you see the ballet last night?”
“UM OF COURSE NOT, THE INTERNATIONAL TCHAIKOVSKY COMPETITION WAS ON, DID YOU FORGET?!”
“TELL ME YOU TIVO’D IT. FUCK.”
Imagine a library filled with every book in the world, none of them have titles on the cover and the pages are blank, but when you open one you are instantly transported to the world within the book. You get to live the story as any character for as long as you like. And when you come out of the story, almost no time has past in the real world
Is this place heaven?
Living in the story however long you want seems like a cop out. You should have to see the story to the end of the book. You would need to survive it, which might be difficult if it ends up being, say, a GRRM novel. And you would have to hope that you don’t end up in one of those books that document decades, perhaps centuries.
I’d still do it. Although the odds of me surviving many books is slim. I don’t have many useful talents.
I’ve always wondered if God gets excited when we finally find the person He created us to be with. Or if He is watching and is like, “That was them! NO. NO. TURN AROUND! YOU MISSED THEM! THAT WAS THEM!”
“UGH, WHY ARE ALL MY OTPS WALKING BY EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING!”
We are in a giant reality tv show and God and the angels are the fandom.
thunderstorms are nothing more than ship wars going on in heaven
Mark Oshiro, of Mark Does Stuff fame, will soon be reviewing, chapter by chapter, the Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce. It is no secret that I love Tamora Pierce. She and Mark are two of the four people I idolize (the other two being the awesome Green brothers). I should be ecstatic at this meeting of worlds, and in some ways I am. But I’m also worried. So worried that I’m breaking this hiatus to write about it.
What if Mark Oshiro does not like Tamora Pierce novels?
If the average life span of a pre-historic hunter-gatherer is 30-40 years, what if everyone over the age of 30 disappeared? Would we still have an over-population problem? I realize that this may be my only “what if” question that could be answers with the right statistics. Can anyone answer this?
What if everything is the projection of our own mind, we created our history, the solar system, our whole universe, the chair we are sitting in, our best friend, the tears streaming down our cheeks, none of it real, none of it there, all of it created by our own mind.
What if Harry Potter fans - I’m eyeing you hard, Nerdfighteria - wrote a script for all the Harry Potter books to turn into 7 movies. Not a line-for-line retelling of the books, or a remake of the movies, but scripts that fit a normal movie-length time and are good. Not just to fans, but to movie lovers as well, and people like my father who have never read the books. Comprehensible is what I’m saying. Because as movies, what we have is not up to scratch, people walk out of theaters scratching their heads because it doesn’t make sense, while at the same time HP nerds are moaning because the people in charge ship Harry/Hermione more than the actual plot (that’s right HPatHBP viewers, romance is a side plot in the books). Does this make sense? Is it not possible to make a good movie that is also true to the books?
What if the only knowledge of humans that aliens possessed of us was from our television shows?
What if the world was abandoned of any structure that did not rise from the ground in a spurt of life?