And To All A Good Night!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Love,

Tyler

Luck

I think that I'm plagued by bad luck. Not rotten luck, per se, but definitely luck behaving badly in my name. I won't get into the details on why I think so, or how, but let's just say that there are situations that I've found myself in that I can only attribute to a sour turn of chance, a spoiled bounce, i.e., bad fucking luck. And it's all my fault.

There are many forms of luck, depending on the way that you look at it. You may look at luck as a lack of control, wherein luck is beyond a person's control. You may look at luck as an essence, where luck can be influenced through spiritual means by performing certain rituals or by avoiding certain circumstances. Luck can be attributed to a placebo, in that people can attribute luck to escape personal responsibility.

For me, I take luck personally. I tend to think that bad luck (or good luck) happens to me because of something I did/didn't do, or will do/won't do. I take a rationalist approach to luck, because I believe that there is something inherently personal to "luck", either good or bad. I know now that my own personal luck cannot simply be a product of wishful thinking. It just can't. Not with the experiences that I've undertaken in my life. Using rational thinking, I don't think luck just "happens". I think that sometimes one tends to believe they're unlucky, simply because luck hasn't turned for the good for them by some way shape or form. I cannot believe in that anymore.

Recent events have come to pass that have altered my own view of luck and its influence on me. I used to think that the things that happened to me were just "bad luck" and I had no control over when or where they happened (a lack of control, as it were. Very easy to accept). But was that really the case? I can look back on those instances where I assumed no responsibility and thought, "it just wasn't meant to be. I just have some bad luck". Now, to that I say "Fuck that".

I can think of numerous examples where I've thought, "well, I suppose that didn't happen because of my own bad luck". Which now, as I've pondered about it, wasn't true at all. Things haven't happened because I haven't put myself into positions that would change the outcome of events in my favour. Example, if you were to get into a car accident, you could argue that it's just bad luck. But if you were driving in a method that's conducive to accidents, but you didn't realize it, would it still be bad luck? Probably not. You'd be a victim to probability, not bad luck. That's where I see myself. I haven't put myself in that favourable position. I've just moaned and lamented the factor of bad luck, condemning myself to the same stupid choices and actions.

So what's the point of this rambling?

Basically, the bad luck is yours if you read all the way to this point.

I just needed to rant some. Is that so bad?

**DAY AFTER UPDATE

Geez, what a whiner.

I Squeal Like A Little Girl

Yeah, I pretty much found that out after seeing this trailer. And I don't care who looked at me weird (or disgusted) in my office. They don't know how long I've been waiting for not only a look at this film, but any footage at all of a live action Speed Racer film. The trailer has some extra fantastic sauce poured all over it, and I'm all a-tingle with anticipation. Although, doesn't some of the CGI look a little like the games Wipeout and F-Zero, or Fluke's Atom Bomb video? (and yes, I know that Fluke's video contained Wipeout footage, because it was included on the W 2097 game's soundtrack).

I'll level with you. Some fond memories of my youth (i.e., 5 or 6 years ago) involved spending a few precious early-morning hours watching countless hours of Speed Racer on the TV. Not the 90's recreation mind you, but the original 1960's series. It was the best treat one could get at 3 am on a weekday, besides perhaps some drunken Chicago deep dish pizza. The animation was spotty and rather shoddy, even for 60's Japan, but hey, they had been nuked. Give them a break.

Come May 8, 2008, you will see me tear apart at the seams of sanity, waiting for the arrival of this piece of wondrous celluloid. The fact that the Wachowski Brothers are involved simply makes that tearing as easy as a knife through hot butter.

I mean, look at how awesome the 60's version was! A film adaptation of a sweet 60's anime only makes a good thing one million times fucking better. Except for The Flintstones. Those films were god awful. Viva Rock Vegas my ass.

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici*

Tonight, a great ovation will arise from the deepest depths of the coliseum to the staggaring heights. For the Patron Saint of Lost Hockey Causes has returned home. Rejoice! For it is only he who can bring solace, joy and wonder to all those partaking in the great sport. We are embarking on great tidings, for truly justice will be at hand.

Welcome back Fernando.

I will be there tonight to congratulate you on a most miraculous return.

Also, some kid named Sidney will be playing. Good for him.

*By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.