I want to be a pirate!

I am now completely over my obsession with pirates. It started around seventh grade, and peaked shortly thereafter with a passing crush on Guybrush Threepwood, who was cuter when he was pixelated. Monkey Island 4 should never have been made, it was so crappy. Anyway, I'm completely over it now, just in time for piracy to come into fashion. I saw at least five or six kids dressed as pirates on Halloween, and you can't even walk into a store without being slapped over the head with POTC2 merchandice. If I see another peechee folder with Orlando Bloom on it, heads might not roll, but they'll be a little bruised. He's ugly. I don't understand how girls get so obsessed with movie stars. Even the good-looking ones aren't worth that much of your time. I only ever saw one movie where I caught myself thinking "Hmm. He's kind of handsome." (Just so you know, it was King King. Not the monkey, the movie. Handsome Writer Man is handsome because he's not 'hot'.) The other day, I overheard a couple of middle school girls talking about how they're going to marry some famous person I'd never heard of, and only just stopped myself from smacking them over the head and reminding them that their "fiance" doesn't know they exist, which is a good thing, since I probably would have been kicked off the bus and had to walk home in the rain. I am firmly of the opinion that girls are silly and somewhat boring. There's no explaining how their brains work. The obsession with boys is unfathomable to me, which might explain my total inability to flirt. I didn't even know I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16 until I was 16 and a half. Not that it matters. I'm not bitter about my eternal singleness, but I'm definently bewildered by the concept. I don't know. I'd always kind of assumed one day something would happen in that area of my life, but it resoundingly hasn't. It's still better to be single forever than do something stupid, which I think is blindingly obvious, but apparently, most girls don't know that. I don't get it. Girls are silly. Oh wait...

Anatomy

The human body is an astounding construction. Millions of parts- bones, muscles, ligaments and the like- and if even the tiniest one of them is out of whack, it can cause a chain reaction and cause a lot of pain. This is such an apt metaphor (fun word, but I always want to put an e on the end for some reason) for a lot of branches of interpersonal interaction. It's no coincidence that the Corps de Ballet are called that (corps means body in French, I think). Individuals moving together, not always doing identical steps, but working as a body to create a bigger picture. Pardon my Christianese, but the Body of Christ is a very deep description of the Church as it should be. Every member fulfilling its function to the best of its ability allows the group to function as it was designed to. It's a beautiful example of the layers and layers of meaning God wrote into the world. I think that if we were to really examine any area of life, we would find an inherent parallel with the "bigger picture". Not only does this make life easier for preachers and blog writers, but since God is so far beyond mankind's ability to comprehend, it helps us to have something to compare elements of it to. It'll all come together for us someday.
Anyway, the reason that I started on this topic is that my body hurts today. I am sore in every possible way. I can scarcely move without some part of me screaming in pain. I have, however, grown somewhat used to it, so I hardly notice the pain. There's a slight, joking superstition at the studio that those who play guys in Narnia are cursed to be injured at some point. Olivia got in a car crash, Cydney twisted her ankle on stage, Maddie left the studio (which kind of counts), Tanner sprained an ankle walking down some stairs, and already David has broken a toe. Which leaves Halla (this year's Edmund) and me. Halla's still got plenty of time, but the general consensus is that I did get injured, but didn't notice. There was some talk that when a boy filled one of the roles, the curse would be lifted, so when we heard that David had broken his toe, I finally got to say "The curse is still upon us!" which is one of those really cool movie lines that you never get a chance to say in real life, like "Follow that cab!". Anyway, I've got to get to math class.

Stream of Consciousness

Sometimes I play a game I invented on Wikipedia. I click on the random page button until I get to an interesting article, and from there, I see how few links I can follow to get to something I know and/or care about. Playing last night, I did the best ever. See if you can do it.From an article on fire-breathing, I made it to Firefly, which is pretty much the best canceled space western where people cuss in Chinese ever made. Since then, I've been watching the DVDs almost nonstop. I even considered changing my Halloween costume to Kaylie, the mechanic, but everything I try on makes me look like I'm dressed as my Japanese teacher, Patrick, who's a Buddhist priest. (I found this the other day that made me think of him. Check it out. It made me laugh, at least.) Anyway, wiki-surfing is buckets of fun. The thing is, you never realize how interconnected things are until you actually trace the connections. It just reinforces the smallness of the world we live in. If the links between people were tracable, one would probably be shocked at who you ended up at.

The internet is insane. Here, in this tiny white plastic rectangle, I have access to virtually any information I could possibly want, and some I really truly don't. Had anyone had such a plethora of knowledge available to them a few hundred years ago, I firmly believe they'd have been burned at the stake as witches. If you'd shown my laptop to someone from 1706, for example, they would have sworn the Devil was involved. It's just funny how our cultural perspective has changed since then. It makes one wonder what we'd think about someone from 2306. In the big picture, 300 years one way or the other isn't that long a time. Heck, even in the past 40 years, a lot has changed as far as technology is concerned. The difference between 1000 BC and 960 BC was virtually nothing, comparitively. The speed of communication is accelerating. The domestication of horses, the telegraph, the telephone, the cell phone. Increasly frequently, the speed at which information travels between people shrinks exponentially. At this rate, someone from the future come back to visit on a field trip could even seem telepathic to us.

I came across this scrap of dialogue in Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest the other day, and I think it perfectly embodies my thoughts on why I write this blog.

Algernon: Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I?
Cecily: Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.