Mom Makes Everything Better

So a few nights ago, before I was getting ready to go to sleep, I started feeling ill. Really ill. And then, on top of that, a panic attack had set in (probably due to the fact I was in the middle of a giant move and change in my life.) Everyone else was asleep, and there I was in my misery trying not to wake anyone up while I felt like my guts were about to spew forth.

Suddenly it was like I was 6 again and I just wanted to run into mom and dad's room and tell them my tummy hurt. When I was little, my mom would take care of my brothers and I when we were sick by feeding us 7-up and crackers, rubbing our backs, and then as a special treat we sometimes got to watch CARTOONS while we got to lay down in THEIR BED.

I don't know why that is, but being in the presence of mom seems to make everything okay. Even when she's miles and miles away (this time 16 hours, again) she'll be the first I call when I feel ill. I consider myself pretty independent, but once I take some tums and some tylenol, I'll revert back into sick kid mode.

The only time mom's wrath comes down on a kid when the kid is sick apparently is only when she finds out the kid is *gasp* faking once in awhile. Not that I ever did, of course.

Rated 'R' for Non-Stop Violence

One of my favorite little surprises in life is reading the MPAA ratings of movies....you know, those G, PG, PG-13, R ratings. I was a little sad I was not the first to report on the wording of these ratings even though they've been a continual running joke between one of my brothers and I (I'll get to that later). Another website posted an article on the subject just a week ago (as I was looking for what the rating system is called), and now I am sad :'(

Anyway, I'll trudge forward and write this anyway.

When Resident Evil 3: Extinction came out in 2007, my second oldest brother and I went to go see it. I remember watching the trailer for it on TV and the rating caught my eye: "Rated 'R' for Non-Stop Violence"

If you haven't figured that out, that is probably the coolest friggin rating ever. It's the kind of thing you see and it makes you go "HELL YEAH! NON-STOP VIOLENCE! THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!" It conjures up images of intense dialouge between two characters while in the background of the shot two dudes are kung-fu fighting. Or in this case, zombies are kung-fu fighting.

(this is what Google Image Search came up with on "Kung Fu Zombie"...non-stop violence?)

Needless to say, I felt a tad bit slighted when I went to watch the movie and the cool black guy died. Oh, and also when there were actually STOPS in the violence. I felt betrayed. I felt lied to. I was promised perpetual violence and the movie DID NOT DELIVER. I guess my movie going expectations are a tad too high.

One movie that DID deliver, however, was The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King. Despite the fact that I'm already a massive nerd for all things Tolkien I love these movies dearly (yes, I even forgive the displacement of Tom Bombadil) and so, upon the 27th time watching RoTK, I looked on the back of the box and found the rating.

"Rated PG-13 for intense epic battle sequences and frightening images."

Yes. Intense Epic Battle. Some genius in the MPAA writing department added the word EPIC(probably a LoTR geek, too) and thus made the rating x infinite cooler. It's like its own little marketing device.

That's about all I have to comment on. I think I'm going to look up as to where I can obtain my copy of Kung Fu Zombie.

All the other good song lyrics were taken

So I've finally done it. I finally set up my own little blog where I can rant, rave, complain, philosophize (that's a word, right?) and post pictures that I think are neat. Basically, I've joined the ranks of every. other. blog. ever.

I am by no means a professional writer. I've been told that I write fairly well, but I am actually a biology major. If that doesn't pan out, I'm sure a career in the palm oil industry will.

Sure I try to keep up on the news of the day. I try to follow politics. I seperate my love for internet subculture from my everyday life...mostly...and I pretend to care about my friend of a friend's sister's status updates on facebook. I think I'm an awesome person. And like every other blagger on the blogosphere, I think I'll make the next SUPA WOW AWESOMU POWA blog.

And I do my best writing at night, when I'm laying down and drifting off to sleep. I can think of a subject for several minutes, but the moment I reach for my notebook or my laptop the thoughts are gone. I do recall, however, that a couple nights ago I pondered on the true definition of a continent. I believe I was wondering whether or not a continent solely applied to a landmass or if islands off the landmass also fell into some sort of unwritten law that they had to be part of a continent. I'm sure I could find this out easily enough, but its a lot more fun when you're left wondering.

I guess what I'm getting at is that it always seems the best ideas come around when no one is there to listen or you are just too lazy to turn on the light and get that thought on paper.