I'M YOUR DADDY LUKE

I love Star Wars and I always have, in part I love it because there was nothing like it and to this day there is nothing like it. I always wondered if there was a way to create a real lightsaber because I was really down with the idea of having my own lightsaber. I would not use my lightsaber on anything other than plastic bottles and Somali pirate ships.

Apparently I may have my big chance because it seems like scientists may be close to creating my dream device. The following link will take you to an article about the near creation of the lightsaber:

http://www.i4u.com/2013/09/56020/real-lightsaber-created

What I think is amazing about this development, besides the fact that I may now battle Somali pirates, is the fact that it's only been 35 years since this was first conceptualized. I'm almost certain that this type of development will meet with serious political and religious opposition. On the flip side of the equation I am certain that science advocates will welcome this with open arms, just because it means that we can eventually master anything we can think of.

Read the article, make your conclusions and may the force be with you.

TELLING SOMEONE TO FUCK THEMSELVES HAS LOST ITS MEANING

I know the title of this entry and the picture are both kind of raunchy. I have to tell you that I think it's worth it in order to make my point. We are living in some seriously sick times. If you tell a person to fuck themselves you are not insulting them, you are giving them ideas for nasty sexy time. To say fuck off to a person is really not an insult either.

The word fuck has become the gee golly gosh of today's society, no one is offended anymore. I think we have all become desensitized in terms of filth. We are not offended by anything unless it actually hits our own preference or visual appearance. I miss the days when fuck you was a badass insult that was enough to keep people in their place.

Today when you say " fuck you" or " fuck off" it's the equivalent of the old " your mom" standard. I think part of the problem is that nothing in society is sacred. Everything now is blurred into one impossibly difficult pile of goodness. Saying fuck is almost like a compliment so in that spirit I'd like to hand out a few, nah fuck that.

HASHTAG, POUND SIGN, NUMBER SIGN, TIC TAC TOE, LINES SQUARED

I was watching the Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon hashtag skit and laughing and suddenly I realized that jackassery has run away with society. If you are wondering what I mean, please allow me to elaborate. The number sign has evolved into a way for people to state what their feelings are without actually taking the time to write an articulate sentence. I get it, I think it's cool that we want to be less complicated as a society but # FUCK.

If you want to say you are happy in writing I have a perfect solution and that is writing " I'm happy today" as opposed to # Happy, # Got laid Friday, # Sexomatic. People have actually take to using words that do not exist through the use of the tic tac toe board. I am impressed about one thing though and that is the versatility of this symbol.

Prince, an all time great, was once known as a symbol and yet his symbol did not really last. I think that maybe Prince should have called himself Hashtag, or the currently #Prince, maybe prince would still be selling Purple Rain numbers. I want to pin the use of the hash on every dried up bitch of a high school english teacher # Old Whore, # Killed Shakespeare, # Got the pension.

I remember that abbreviation in writing was a no no back in the day, the problem was that when it happened we were chastised and ridiculed. Now everyone uses the hashtag, I wonder if in the future the hashtag will become a part of # grammar. I think this epidemic, trend, or whatever the fuck it is, may well be a conspiracy between trekkies, and other # never got laid fanboys, to start some sort of space language. I wonder how exactly we would express love with the hashtag in terms of love.

I just don't subscribe # out of touch, # I don't really give a fuck, # hash is a hell of a drug, # hash is in a brownie too motherfucker.

SO, IS IT FULL CIRCLE?

When you write for a living and you do it as a hobby you sometimes get that feeling like you are about to hit a wall. When that feeling comes I think of it as coming full circle. I have done 360 entries and I have an infinite number left and yet 360 is that first full circle. I like to write about current events, entertainment, anything that trends. I like to put a certain twist on everything, simply my opinion. At times I like to get deep and tell stories. I guess I have come to a full circle. Perhaps I will begin to write about things that make no sense.

On seconde thought, fuck it I'll just do whatever the hell I please and see how that works out.

JUMPING THE SHARK

I have often heard the "Jumping the Shark" idiom used in a negative light. When a person talks about jumping the shark they refer to a specific moment when quality is sacrificed and what could have been great pretty much turns into self parody. So where did this come from? The shark jumping reference refers to the Happy Days episode where the Fonz decided to literally jump a shark on water skis. What made this a landmark moment was the fact that Happy Days would never be the same after.

To me it's fair to say that people jump the shark when they go overboard thinking that extreme decisions and outlandish actions will improve an idea or existing formula. To me jumping the shark is like driving a car in a foreign country, you just don't do that shit. I think we al jump the shark every day in some respect, even if it's just in terms of things we think or say.

My advice is simple, remember the Fonz and try not to jump the shark.

NEVER FORGET

I rarely ever think of dark times, simply because I feel it prohibits the soul from moving forward. There is one dark time that I can never forget, not even as I sit typing this entry on a PC keyboard in the cold, Amsterdam, night. I wonder if I still remeber simply because the impact was so massive that I, still, just can't believe it happened. 9/11 was the day that America as a whole became vulnerable, a day that would determine a long course of action that's been considered highly debatable, if not completely incorrect.

I was sitting in my car listening to the radio when suddenly all the music stopped and the news began frantically coming in. I drove to my mother's home and witnessed in horror as the Twin Towers slowly fell. I remebered 1993 and the attempted bombing and thought '' they did it this time, fuckers.'' I remember explaining to my 5 year old boy that the bad people who did that would be caught. The sense of unison hurt and unity that served as a sheet was unlike anything I had ever seen or felt. That day was the day America fell, and there were no answers.

As I saw the many shots of frightened victims falling to their death I remembered tears falling in silence. Our fellow citizens had fallen and lives, countless lives were being affected in a manner that could only be described as horrific. Yes, this was the first time someone decided to walk into our property line and try to make us crumble. I could hear the comparisons to Pearl Harbor, but this was nothing at all like Pearl Harbor. The average citizen had been sent into a panic, and the mighty power was left questioning "What next?''

A presidency in its infancy was tasked with finding the guilty and making them pay. It was during that week that there were no Republicans, no Democrats, just Americans united in one tragedy that affected the entire country, the entire world. The various weeks that followed there was a cry for war, justice, and no face to go after. As the years passed there would be war, a recession, heightened fear, prejudice where there need not be prejudice, and doubt. The US was made to fear an enemy without a face. The theory that 9/11 was an inside job, and the many near tragic, and tragic events that followed would only strengthen the fear.

I'll never forget 9/11 and I'll never forget how that one tragic event served as a showcase for the value of unity in the face of tragedy. It did not matter if you were black, white, atheist, it only mattered that you were willing to stand behind the fallen. Yes, this was a hard time, but it was the kind of time that saw no gray areas, just the colors of unity, and bravery. Try not to remember the doubt, the hate, the tragedy, wars, loss, remeber what you can gain and what makes us a damn great society.

America is no Eutopia, but we live in a world where there is no perfect place. Our society and democracy is ideal in thought and imperfect in practice, but it is still a society worth protecting, and standing up for. 9/11 was a dark time, perhaps the darkest ever, but we managed to see light again, so never forget. Never forget the actions of a few derranged animals do not represent the majority people. Never forget that in the end, even a considerable number of animals do not have enough power to break the one key feature that keeps us up, the spirit of freedom.