So my brother and I have been abusing the hell out of photoshop for the past few days. Naturally, after a few ’shops we started thinking about how great it would be to create the next Internet meme. We knew the odds of that were zero, but it was still fun to imagine. I also have a new YouTube channel and a MySpace, which have been toyed with as well, but e-fame those ways is still just vanity. But still! All of this could be fun. Trying to chase after people’s attention doesn’t seem bad at all, just as long as I avoid being a jerk to get it. Sure, I could do it that way, getting everyone to listen to me by pissing them off, but I don’t think I want to.

I don’t think that would be much fun anyway. I’d much rather be unassuming than deal with the angry messages of anonymous Internet-users with nothing better to do.

I wonder if I could give Halloween tips? That would be pretty cool, sorta.

“We’re here to tell you all about how to have a fun and safe Halloween!” Chase
said. Geoff smirked slightly at this. “The best tip we can give you is to stay
at home, and nurse the hangover you got from the previous night, celebrating the
REAL holiday for October, Oktoberfest.”

“Blasphemy!!! How could any holiday be better than the one where you get to
dress up and terrorize the elderly for candy?! I mean there’s the candy! The
sugar! The companies that make sexist halloween costumes for women! AND ALSO
THE WHOLESOME LIFE LESSONS CHILDREN LEARN FROM PAGANISM! I don’t get you!” Chase
exclaimed.

Geoff merely shrugged. “Look, if you take a second, you realize that Oktoberfest
and Halloween are basically the same.” Chase didn’t reply to this. He had
already slipped away from reality. His mind simply could not comprehend
something better than systematically reminding each of his neighbors of their
carefree youth, and how they would never, ever get it back. What greater joy
could there be?

“Shit… you broke Chase’s brain again, didn’t you, Westley?” Another person
said. Geoff looked over to see Anna Thompson striding over to him, looking equal
parts girl next door and evil boss lady. “Chill, Anna. I was just talking about
Oktoberfest.” “Right. That German holiday americans use as another excuse to
get drunk.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll bet all you do is buy a bunch of
cheap-ass Pabt’s Blue Ribbon and crash a fraternity party.”

Geoff frowned slightly. “First off, NEVER insult PBR. Secondly, I only crash
fraternity parties once a year to celebrate the day John Belushi was born. And
finally, I was saying that Oktoberfest is more like Halloween. Except, instead
of candy, the treats are imported beer, and instead of going to other people’s
homes, they come to you. Plus- you’re likely to see people without their normal
clothes. Without any clothes, occasionally later into the night.”

“You don’t drink imported beer to get wasted, idiot! Sure, the Germans are
dicks, but you know what? They’re dicks who don’t abuse their liquor. That’s why
their stuff is better than our watery crap here in the US.” Anna shot back.
Geoff looked at her evenly.

“Why do you hate America?”

“What?”

“Every time you insult PBR, you make baby Jesus cry. Why do you take such
pleasure in making our baby savior sad?” Geoff asked cooly.

“BECAUSE WE CAN, MAN!” Chase shouted, seemingly back from his own mind. “IF WE
DON’T- WE’RE LETTING THE TERRORISTS WIN!” Geoff, thrown back by another one of
Chase’s outbursts, replied lamely, “You let the terrorists win.” “YOUR MOM lets
the terrorists win.” Chase replied.

With great shame, I claim this as my own fiction.  It’s something I enjoy, even if it’s not necessarily something I’m good at.

So I’ve been working on making videos for Youtube, and I think it’s going pretty well, even if I had to delete my first few tries. One was due to compression reasons and the other was because it just looked plain awful. However, I think I can do much more with this next try.

As for anyone saying my blog has little to do with Zen, deal. I’ll discuss Zen when the universe is good and ready.

So I have a twitter now! It’s a novel blogging tool, but I’m not sure how useful it will be. It’s fairly popular, though, so that means something… right?

I also got a webcam now, so… whoo!

This is what happens when you watch too much anime. Take heed, japanophiles.

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