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I've been away for a while. My computer tells me months, but... it feels like years. I suppose you've all been waiting to find out what happened next. After the incident with the hatch, I knew that it wouldn't be easy to continue. But we've been working on it; repairing the vessel, reattatching the Orionium controller, and trying to get the sound system to stop playing Freedom by George Michael. Honestly, I've been doing none of that.

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Well, I was gonna post the teaser of a script I'm working on, but the damn formatting is all off. So instead, I'll just post a few ideas which you can all feel free to steal and make millions of dollars off of. But... y'know, don't, OK?

(Working Title) Reality -- A man gets in a car accident and wakes up in a world almost identical to ours, but with a completely changed history. People he knew are entirely different, people he didn't know are causing him an insane level of trouble, and he is forced to figure out the mysterious circumstances which brought him to this place. Ideal cast: David Boreanaz, Jeremy Davies, Michelle Rodriguez.

Midnight Inn -- A very simple scenario: an unassuming small town motel. A new batch of guests every week. And a uniquely mysterious event which occurs for these guests. Everything from a time-travelling FBI agent to a crazy girl seeing things which become reality, to a family who returns after six years and has to relive (and recreate) their experiences since leaving before. And the only constant is a single guest: a man in a suit who appears in every episode, and always somehow connected to these incidents. Welcome to Midnight Inn. We hope you enjoy your stay. Ideal cast: I dunno, different every week. But I'd love to try to squeeze Michelle Rodriguez in, in some way (must not make joke!).

The Day That Never Comes -- Similar to above, a bus stops at a Niagara Falls motel with ten guests. The bus leaves, and it seems to never come back. The guests have to try to figure out a way to get off the is-- I mean, get out of the motel, even under the conditions. A mysterious man who appeared in everybody's past and came in on the bus, who never gets a name, who only seems to watch people, but has the strange ability to will things into existence. Another mysterious man, using the guests as pawns to achieve some end, and who seems to have an antagonistic relationship with the other mysterious guy (lets call him Bob). The guests find out that the bus they were on never actually ran in six years. Spooky, eh? Ideal cast: Nobody who wouldn't make people say: "this episode of Lost had a really strange thing where there was no jungle, and it was a motel, instead. Wait, it wasn't Lost? Odd, I could've sworn... wow, I think I'll look for something different from Lost. Maybe FlashForward." Oh, and Bradley Cooper.

King Nothing -- A show about me, plain and simple. An older version, obviously, but about a funny (cheers) writer, his few friends, his hilarious responses to things which seem to be ordinary situations, etc. Ideal cast: somebody awesome to play me, and besides that I can't think of anybody else (aside from the young, hot, stacked Latina elephant in the room).

Never Never Land -- The story of a man who gets sucked into a permanent dream, living in complete lucidity inside the dream world. He tries to uncover the reason, which drags him into the realization that EVERYONE IN THE WORLD is living inside this dream, though not lucid, never to wake up. He needs to figure out how to stop the people who caused it, and more importantly, how to WAKE UP. Ideal cast: well, ideally I would say a young David Duchovny (X-Files era), Kiefer Sutherland (as a bad guy, with that voice!), and, uh... somebody young, hot, possibly stacked, and maybe Latina to play the, uh... love interest.

The Lost World -- A man is driving along a beach on a stormy night, when he comes across a car crash. Being the hero, he goes after the victim, who seemed to stumble away from the scene. He ends up finding an ancient world, lost beyond a cave wall. A perfect circle, surrounding a perfect circle of a lake, surrounding a perfect circle of an island (but it's not what you think!). No way out of this world, the man starts to examine the ancient ruins, find guardian monsters, find writings about a "ghost monster" which was released from the island when it was last accessed, and try to access the island (facepalm). Meanwhile, his family is looking for him desperately, while a league of extraordinarily mysterious nameless dudes are trying to make sure nobody finds him. The story involves a time loop, an overly grandiose end-of-the-world plot, and (move announcer dude voice) one man to rise up from the ashes of a destroyed world and turn back time. Ideal cast -- I don't know, I should never have added this to the first one! Now I gotta do it for every idea! *runs off in a huff*

Foreseen -- Twelve people have a dream. A dream about each other. Each dream is the same. Later that day, all of these people board a plane. After landing (ha ha, you thought I was gonna go one way, but I didn't!), the people are thrust back together, for each person a different reason (or series of reasons). Along the way, I would incorporate one man who wants to change the way the dream went (man of science... wait for it...), and another man who wants to let it all happen, thinking that any alternative is futile. Also involved? Explosions, a car chase, a perpetually evil corporation who planted the dreams, and the simple idea that a machine could control our fate.

Machina -- To sum it up would be to say: it takes place in a world exactly like ours, but it actually takes place in an elaborate computer program which has made it seem to us like we are actually living our lives, when really it is the computer. In the show/movie the computer would be malfunctioning, causing little events to happen around the "world", leading six protagonists to find out the truth.

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There are more, but if you like any of these I should really let you make one, then when your (my) blockbuster is released, I'll post more.

(NOTE: If you aren't stumped, send hate email to Dream Theater, not me)

Well, ladies and gentlemen, everything I love on my computer is gone.

Lemme tell you a story 'bout a man named "Dude". Bravest man around, with all the 'tude. Then one day it would come to be, that all his files would be just a memory. It was a virus, you see, that destroyed his crap. And now he'll have to get it all back. If not for the Trojan that took his stuff, he'd be writing bad scripts about guys that are tough.

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But seriously, folks, here's what happened:

The actual cause of The Incident is yet unknown. It may have been a torrent of a TV show (I won't say which one, though), it may have been the recent installation of Sims 2, Seasons and Open For Business (that may not have been entirely legal...), or it may have been something I picked up while simply surfing the internet. The point is: it ruined my life.

It installed something called "Malware Defence", which I automatically knew was a fake anti-virus-that-was-actually-a-virus. On the first computer, I was busy uninstalling Far Cry when the entire system shut off. When it came back on, there was a message saying (I may be paraphrasing, a little): "WARNING, MOTHER****! YOU GOT A ****IN' VIRUS, DICKWEED! YOU BETTER USE OUR OBVIOUSLY FAKE ANTI-VIRUS SOFTWARE TO GET RID OF IT, ASS-HAT!" After that, nothing worked. We couldn't use Task Manager, because it was greyed out. Everything we tried to open resulted in an (obviously fake) error message saying that it was infected. Yeah. Task Manager is infected. Sure. So, we turned the computer off, not knowing that we could never turn it back on. It managed to override the initiation protocol which gives you the Windows XP loading screen upon startup. Nothing worked.

So, we got out my old computer. Hasn't been used in a year and a half. I was unbelievably happy when I saw the cool abstract wallpaper I used to see every day. I was unbelievably worried when I realized that my huge collection of porn was going to be in plain view of my dad ("we", remember?). But most of all, I realized that I had Sims 2 on here, and it wouldn't have caused all of the problems it did on the other computer. Not only that, but I had all my old custom content, as well. It was wonderful to imagine what adventures would soon unfold in Simland. And also, the little "adventure" I would have to go on to get rid of my porn. Which is sad, too. I had quite the collection :(

Of course, that's what I THOUGHT would happen. But as soon as my dad was finished doing his crap: setting up the internet, uninstalling things that I enjoyed, etc., I went on to find that, somehow, my computer had been infected by the same thing as my dad's. Proceed to blow head off... now.

He spent the rest of the morning, and all of yesterday, trying to get rid of the virus before we had another Incident. He slept two hours last night. I felt very sorry for him, seeing as how I apparently caused it, and all. But he did try to fix it. Unfortunately, I wasn't awake as that process was underway: and I know he saw most of my porn. Thankfully, he's probably the coolest dad alive, and he didn't say anything at all. Everything remained exactly the same. I love my dad.

*ahem* OK, lets try to make this a little more manly, shall we?

I believe most of the virus is gone, except for the Internet Explorer hi-jacking, which is causing the IE process to keep coming back to life, even after I kill it numerous times. On an ancient old bucket of a computer with 256 RAM, having unnecessary processes open is never a good thing. It's not all the horrible, though. The only thing it's really doing is supposedly "coming to the top" every few minutes, and my typing is halted suddenly. It's certainly a nuisance. At least it's not the annoying "Malware Defence" thing, which mysteriously added three porn website links to my desktop. Which is really the calling card of every trustworthy anti-virus program. I must have been pretty smart to suspect that it was a malicious instance. Who would look suspiciously towards an anti-virus program which adds porn links? Wow!

So, that was the newest blog. I know it wasn't really a "reformatting" ("R Word", remember?), but it was close enough.

Hello. My name is... well, you know what my name is. You can read it on that giant-ass banner at the top of the page. But, that's not the point, is it?

I am a big Lost fan. That is to say, I am really a fan of Lost. I'm not just a fat regular-fan. Just to avoid any confusion. But, as a fan, I have noticed some things which don't add up to the rest of the awesomeness. Loose-ends, plot holes, and random, unnecessary events are common in Lost. So common in fact, I have a hard time believing that they'll be able to tie them all up, give them all a purpose, and fix them all before the show ends. In this blog, I will highlight some of the more notable instances of... issues.

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Boone's Death: Boone's death was unnecessary. In my opinion, the other survivors would have been just as angry/sad/generally upset if Locke had taken a random guy into the jungle, and he died. Or if nobody died, and Locke simply failed to find anything special regarding the plane. He would have still gone to the hatch weeping, the light would have still gone on, and everything important which resulted from Boone's death would have still occurred. The only difference would have been that Shannon didn't go all nuts. Though it still would have played out the same way. Boone didn't need to die for Shannon to see Walt and go chasing after him. Now, I didn't even like Boone all that much, but it seemed like a completely random death which could have been avoided. I don't know what was going on, maybe it was the same kind of thing with Ian Somerhalder as with Adewale... something. Maybe he wanted to go, I don't know.

Walt Kidnapping/Sightings: I can't decide if that was a random event, a plot hole, or a storyline which never panned out, but when Walt got kidnapped and was sighted afterwards, it seemed to be a pointless story path. First, he gets kidnapped. Then, Shannon (and Locke) starts seeing him everywhere. Now, as we learn later in the story, dead people somehow walk on the island. But Walt was obviously not dead, because he ended up going back to New York. Walt was very confusing, and I don't see the story resolving. It seems that the writers wanted to go one way, then decided against it, then wanted to go a different direction, then decided against it, then decided to pretty much cut his storyline. And what was with Locke seeing him after he'd already gone back to New York?

Ana Lucia/Libby's Deaths: Judging by my current sig, you can probably guess that I had some opinion about this event. I liked Michael. I liked Ana Lucia and Libby (both story-wise and visually :P). But when they came together? Disaster. The two deaths were completely random. Michael could have just as easily injured them, because it would have resulted in the same thing. Libby told them "Michael", and Michael later told them anyway. They could have lived, and the story would have gone on exactly the same. I mean, the Ana Lucia death I could sort of understand. She was one of my favorite characters, but I can see why he killed her. I don't see why she had to die, but I do see Michael's reason for trying. But the Libby death was ENTIRELY random. It was as if the writers were actually trying to write a coherent story around killing two birds with one stone.

The Numbers: OK, I can't really say that this one was a loose end. There's still the possibility that "the mystery of the numbers" could be resolved, but I really doubt it. It seems like this was a Harry Potter-like storyline. Meaning of course, no actual purpose behind it at all, but being there "if you can imagine why". The numbers appear at every possible placement, but they're never explained. Why are they evil? Why do they kill people? Why do they bring bad luck? And why did the button need to be pressed every 108 minutes even though 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42 add up to 104?

Claire Going Missing/Dying: This part made absolutely no sense, no? Claire simply disappeared. Poof. If the show was called Lost because of this event, I wouldn't be entirely surprised. It's like one of the writers got all the actors in a circle, and said "OK, we need to kill one of you off, but only for a season, and for no reason at all. So, if someone will put the blindfold on me, I'll gladly spin myself, and we'll see who gets axed!" It made no sense.

JACOB!: Jacob really bothered me for a lot of reasons. For one, it seemed like they were trying to connect all of the loose ends and plot holes together, but did it in a very bad way, ending in a sloppy, nonsensical mess. I mean, what was he? Why was he visiting all of the survivors? Why did he kill Sayid's wife? Why did he give Jack a chocolate bar? And what in the one-hundred-and-eight circles of hell was with the Jacob/Hurley cab ride? It made less sense than the Ana Lucia/Libby deaths, for god's sake! He tells Hurley that he's not crazy, gives him a guitar, and then goes off, back to the island? How did he get there? Did I miss a scene, or something? How the hell did he get there? To me, it was like the writers were attempting to fix all of the... rather confusing problems, but manages to tangle the loose ends even more! And what about that nemesis? How did Locke become the nemesis? The writers are still trying to go with that "mysteries of the island..." thing that they were doing for the first two seasons, but if they are going to finish the story after the next season. they need to buckle down and TELL PEOPLE why things are happening. No more of this "I have absolutely no IDEA why John is alive again" crap, and more "OK, so, the black smoke is actually.../OK, so, Jacob is actually.../OK, so, Claire went missing because.../OK, so, dead people are still alive because..." answers, dammit! Answers!

Remind me if I'm leaving any out. There are a lot I'm forgetting, and some I'm just deciding not to throw under the microscope. What happened to the statue? What was the point of destroying the hatch? How did Walt talk to Michael through the computer, and somehow KNOW that he'd be there? Why did the others kidnap Sawyer, Kate and Hurley as well, if Ben only wanted Jack? What was Jacob's purpose, why did his nemesis need a loophole to kill him, and how could they just get rid of him so fast, even though he was possibly the cause of everything that had happened up to that point? What was with the whole storyline of "whatever happened, happened. Whatever happened, happened. Whatever happened, happened... actually, if you throw the bomb into the Swan station, you can edit over thirty years of history! But, aside from that, whatever happened, happened"?

OK, this is an issue which begs discussion from Lost fans and haters alike. Maybe we can figure some of it out before the new season...

... yeah, right.

OK, not really. I'm not one of THOSE people. I am a metalhead, and I quite like that song, but I'm certainly not one of those "oh, poor twisted me, waah waah, I'm gonna cut myself" idiots.

Although, I'm not entirely happy. But I suppose nobody is entirely happy, and I don't think anyone will ever be entirely happy. Imagine yourself, the richest man in the world. Women want you, men... hell, you're so rich, even MEN want you! You take baths in pools of hundred-dollar-bills, and you crap gold. Meanwhile, you have a loving family, and a world-famous chef. But, on the TV, you see that somebody is going to the moon. You say "why am I not going to the moon?" Your wife gets mad at you because you aren't happy. You go out and see your mistress, and even she is pretty upset. All of your mistresses. All of them.

Actual happiness can't be achieved, because humans are always bored. So you have Disneyland in your back-yard. So you have a permit to drive a tank in the street. You'll always think in the back of your mind, "I wish this tank was a little more advanced. God knows, I can't get a flying tank. I can't get a rocket-powered tank. I can't even get a transformer tank. Oh, poor twisted me."

Maybe you, the reader, don't think that you could be like that. Maybe you, the reader, wonder why all my happy fantasies involve material possessions, money, or Michelle Rodriguez nude in a red ribbon (oh, did I not mention that one?). Well, I'll tell you why, reader. It's because I'm awesome.

Yes, it all stems from my awesomeness. You see, everybody is just as shallow and selfish as I am. It's just that I am... lets call it "courageous" enough to admit what I want. Courageous... jack-ass... same meaning, really. No other description really matters anyways, once you realize and learn to accept your inner-winner. Your blossoming-awesome. Your foolish-coolness. I think that's enough rhyming now, right? Right.

Yes, you are all awesome. You'll never be as awesome as I am, but you can certainly be better than everyone ELSE you know. And I truly think that one very important factor in being happy is being able to lord it over everyone else. If your are awesome, not only do you automatically become more happy, but down the road, when you get material possessions, money, and Michelle Rodriguez nude in a red ribbon, you'll be able to lord it over everyone else and become even happier!

Now, I can't offer LESSONS on how to be awesome. (why's that, Papa-Dudeman?) Well, son, I'll tell you. It's because if I did, people would learn MY secret. And I can't have that, now can I? No. The correct answer is no.

But, I can give you three basic tips. Number one: always be prepared. Number two: actually, that time in Vegas with that hooker, I wasn't prepared then. And number three: always try to last as long as you can. It doesn't matter what it is, it just matters that you have more stamina than everyone else. Like a twinkie. Like a twinkie.

How did this happen to get off the subject of happiness, you might ask? *ahem* YOU MIGHT ASK...?!

(aah! H-How, P-Papa-Dudeman? *cowering in fear*)

Good question, son! It got off of that relatively boring subject because I wanted it to. You see, when one is awesome, one can influence someone else to change subjects to their favor. It comes especially easy when that someone else is yourself.

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Now, just remember the simple rules. You can never have too much gravy, you can always have too much pie, and if you mix the two, you will die a horrible, gruesome, messy death, and vultures will feast on your organs for weeks. Merry Christmas, everyone!

(actually, some pie and gravy mix quite well, but I think we all know that I'm not talking about food anymore)

Well, I'm in craptown.

A few days ago, I faced the realization that I am, indeed, a nerd. Now, I figure, I might as well make the best of it.

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Last night, I began writing a fan fiction. There, that's all the confirmation you need to agree whole-heartedly with the above statement.

The fan-fiction is called "The Precipice", and it's a series which involves many original characters (including the main character), the Fringe multi-verse, the Lost universe, and a completely freaky, semi-non-existant world that is... well, trippy.

The story is about an original character, Kirk Ambrose, who lives in the Fringe multi-verse, working with the Boston-branch of the FBI. To make an incredibly long story short, Kirk passed out during a field mission (with his partner/lover, Olivia Dunham, the chick from Fringe), and he woke up, with complete memory loss. He started having flashes of memories that could never have happened, though they eventually stopped, and he started having these crazy, interactive dreams/puzzles. One day, he falls asleep in his apartment in Boston, finishes the puzzle for the first time, and wakes up on "the island".

Not to give away too much of the story (because EVERYONE will want to read this one, oh yeah), but it gets very... crossover-y. There are points where the reader would feel like they're reading a transcript of Fringe, then Lost, then some kind of jumbled hell-child between the two, then a nearly-entirely original part.

It's not because the story is bad that I'm upset this time, it's that it's a fan-fiction. I mean, I feel like hanging a big "I go to conventions" sign around my neck. The weird part is that I actually feel pretty happy when I'm writing. It's when I'm NOT writing, that is when I start getting the thoughts. "Oh, god, I'm not actually doing this! I should be doing something much more important with my time! Why am I not writing a REAL book, or a REAL TV script, and making money?" That sort of thing.

*: No monkey. Not after the last time I included a monkey in my act... I still have the scars.

Wow. I really haven't posted a blog in a while. Not counting that thing about a key, because I doubt anybody would notice the little Easter egg-clue thing that I left. And not counting the signature help thing, because I went ahead and designed a new, personalized sig, anyways. And I was going to post my eulogy on here, but I already did on the OT and the Writer's Lounge, so what would have been the point?

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I don't really have anything to say, truthfully. I turned 15 on the 6th, and it was basically the worst birthday ever. I'm still quite upset about that. And I'm probably going to be spending the Christmas weekend with my cousins, who are very nice people, but are entirely different from me. I can imagine that weekend, now...

Them: So, what kind of music are you listening to?

Me: Well, I like heavy met-- *remembers relatives staunch Christianity*... nothing in particular. I really don't listen to music all that often.

Them: What else do you do?

Me: Well, I watch a lot of-- *remembers that they don't watch TV*... videos... on religion. Yep. Not freaky sewer monsters and hot FBI agents, but God. Yippee.

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Not only do they mostly not share my... rather Godless lifestyle, but one of them is... is just awful. Her name is Trudy, and she's one of those judgemental old Catholic chicks who wag their finger at you no matter what you do. Even my parents hate her. The comical part of it is that she's... like, a nun, or something, but she acts like a Jewish mother. "What, you can't cut your hair? Oh, why should you cut your hair, anyways. It's not like you care about God. Oy vey!"

I have come to the conclusion that I am a nerd. After several years of trying to avoid that, I've accepted it. I hang around here all the time, I'm a gigantic fan of Fringe (at least it's not Star Trek!), I have no contact with the outside world, I spend half my time sitting at a computer, I come up with ideas for sci-fi stories in my free time (all the time), and, to top it all off, I joined a Fringe-themed forum RPG yesterday. I'm not entirely unhappy, but I do loathe myself. Yippee.

I am trying desperately to write a TV script. What for, you might ask. I know, it most definitely will not be picked up. It probably won't even be read by anybody important. But it's something I want to do. Unfortunately (wow, something unfortunate happening to me), I have no ideas. I wanted to do something like Fringe (shocking!), but I realize that everything I come up with will be thought of as "Fringe 2.0", or "X-Files 3.0". So, I started trying to change the formula a bit. "Maybe," I thought. "I could have the main character be a reporter, instead of a cop." I continued in this foolish way for quite some time. In fact, I'm still trying to pull it off in some way. But I always get sidetracked by... well, by daydreaming, essentially.

Ahh, dreaming. I've been wanting to start lucid dreaming, but it ain't working. I tried the stupid, "count yourself through your hypnagogic state" method, and failed. I tried... well, OK, that was the only way I tried. But I failed, that's the important part. I have been starting to dream more often, though. Last night, I had two dreams. One was... well, it was odd, to say the least...

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I was in some kind of supermarket, but the place was completely packed with people, some of whom I recognized. Hardly anybody real, of course. I remember that Walter and Peter from Fringe were there, as well as Kate, and TWO Juliets from Lost, which was weird, because I don't really find Elizabeth Mitchell all that attractive (I'd still hit it, but...). There was some kind of event going on, and everybody was taking food off the shelves. Some were eating it, some were throwing it. It was really cool. I had this... thing going on. I could kind of "skate" across the floor, but I wasn't wearing skates. It felt awesome in the dream, I remember that. While I was skating, I found some guys from the supermarket I actually go to. It was... odd, to say the least. They were not even the better-looking guys, they were the really ugly ones, which still wouldn't explain the fact that they were there at all. I "skated" on past them... I think I kissed one of the Juliets, at some point. But the Kate... she was a ****, I think. I eventually found my mom and dad (because who wouldn't, when they could go back and make out with actresses?) at some point, in the vegetable section. My mom was getting coffee from one of those bean-dispensers, and my dad... he was being exactly like my dad would be. He was standing around, not really doing anything or talking to anyone, with his arms crossed. I was standing next to my mom, and I had these jalapeno peppers in my hand. I started throwing them up in the air, and my dad came along, telling me to "stop it". So, he walked on, and I started pelting him with peppers. I remember that there was a part outside, too. The Dream-Kate was outside, and I was looking around. All the building were grey, and the area was pretty foggy. I was kind of focused on Dream-Kate's low-cut top, though :roll:

The other dream was... different. It was some kind of store, because there were people standing around, but it was all dark. My mom was in the bathroom, I think, and there was a display of Rock Band and Rock Band 2 in the corner. I dragged my dad over, and started playing, while he said, "hurry up!". None of the songs were actually in the game (come to think of it, none of them were by real bands), and I put the guitar down, starting to walk away. There were some albums on a table next to the display, and I looked them over. I think there was a Dream Theater album, an Iron Maiden album, a Metallica album (with two songs, neither of them were actually real), and a Symphony X album. I bought the Symphony X album, and I was happy. Then I woke up... and I was sad. But, I fell asleep again, and had the awesome dream in the supermarket. So I was happy again! But I remember that the albums were some kind of setlist for the two games. I remember thinking (and possibly saying out loud, too!), "yeah, right. Symphony X in a Rock Band game. That'll happen REAL soon."

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I realize that nobody wants to hear about my dreams, but I think that at least the first one was pretty awesome. I wasn't lucid, and I didn't have any control, but it was probably better than something I could have imagined. The weird part (but wait, there's more weird parts!) was that neither Anna Torv nor her character appeared in my dream. It's weird not because of... you know, the "crush" (according to everyone else), but because of the fact that I fought a guy over who was hotter, Anna Torv or Elizabeth Mitchell. Obviously I picked Anna, but here was EM's character in my dream. x2, no less! Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I finished Lost two days ago. Yeah, that's probably it.

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Wow, I must just be boring the crap out of everyone here (all one, maybe two of you)! I'll stop talking about my pathetic dreams, and move on to something less boring.

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Did I mention the Christmas thing? Yeah? OK.

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What about the nerd thing? I did? Alright...

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The dream thing was definitely boring you? Fine...

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I have nothing on the horizon. Fringe returns in three weeks, I finished Lost two days ago, and I'm not entirely satisfied with Alias. Yes, the only things I USUALLY have on the horizon are TV shows, how sad is that? Dexter finished a few days ago, so I'm done with that. House is mysteriously absent this month, not that it really matters, I'm hating this season so far. I'm having a major case of writer's block, and I'd so much rather be asleep than awake that I'm trying to beat my own brain. Oh, yeah. I've succeeded in my life. I can't even just start playing some games, because I'm too broke to buy any. My whole "feeling bad about my birthday" thing? My dad said I was getting a new computer, and I was very excited. But, obviously, it didn't happen, and I'm still using my dad's 2002 bucket-ass old box. The worst part is that he keeps promising that we'll soon be in a position to buy it. Supposedly infallible plans all manage to fall through, based on weather, or black-outs. It always seems to be the same couple of excuses, too, and that's what's so vexing. It's like we're on the Lost island. I know that our lives suck, and I've made peace with it. But my dad is like Bernard in season three: "Oh, we can make it off if we do this! We'll get rescued by planes and satellites!"

Well, that's pretty much everything I've got going on, now. Nothing interesting, nothing even mildly entertaining. I understand that there are children starving in Africa, and people dying in Iraq, but I honestly couldn't care less. I find it amusing, though, when people say I'm selfish. Everyone is equally selfish, some people are just more courageous than others, and immediately bring up the terrible way it affects them. Others around say, "how could you be so selfish", and I'm just saying, "admit it, you thought about yourself first, too. It took you, like, twelve things in your head before you settled on saying that you felt sorry for the other guy." I'm a little... well, actually, I don't feel anything for the hundreds of people dying in Iraq and Africa and whatnot. I didn't know them, I didn't know if they were pedophiles, or murderers, or whatever. Everyone else is just putting on an act if they say that they actually feel sad about those people, because we didn't know them. We can't feel sorry about people we don't even know, because we've all got enough or our own damn problems, we don't need to find other people's. How did this get on to me being a monster? Hmm...

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Not to dredge up the dream thing, but I really am confused about why my parents appeared in both my dreams. I can do absolutely anything I want in a dream. Bang actresses, kill aliens, fly, whatever. And I'm standing in a store with my dad? I am too lazy to even dream myself up something awesome that I'm doing. I wouldn't be surprised if one night I dreamt that I was asleep.

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*sigh* This must be the most boring, depressing, odd and insulting blog post ever.

What lies behind a door unseen?

I've been interested in forming a Fringe union for a while. If anyone wants to start one with me, please let me know!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8Z7NdUSDR4

Tell me what you think.