Gravitas

I think most people who visit this site probably wonder if I'm capable of discussing any sort of subject matter that could be described as topical or weighty. There are lots of things going on in the world right now -- heavy-duty things that require serious attention and deep thought -- and I don't think it would be unfair to say I'm seemingly too self-absorbed to worry about the larger world around us. The thing is, I'm totally capable of gravitas. And to prove this isn't just idle posturing, I'm going to show you pertinent entries from my old online diary. I think you'll realize there's a whole side of me you don't get a chance to see in the pages of Brightness Falls.

Sept. 11, 2001
We all left work before lunch today. I came home and sat in front of the TV for hours. It's like time had stopped. The ironic thing is that stopping time should be an awesome thing, but today it wasn't. I know what you're thinking -- what do you mean stopping time would be awesome? Wasn't super speed your idea of the most awesome superpower to have? Well, no, because when you can stop time it's like you control everything. My only questions are these: if I have the power to stop time, can I unfreeze anyone else? Because being the only one who can move around while everyone else is like a statue would be lonely. You know what would be really creepy? If you stopped time and you were running around, taking anything you wanted and looking up girls' skirts, and suddenly you see someone else running around too. How creepy would that be?

Anyway, my heart goes out to all those people in New York.

April 19, 1995
Some federal building in Oklahoma blew up today. It's pretty fucked up, and it totally ruined my day.

Here's a list of other things that ruin my day:
1. Kramer. He's totally overrated. Everyone knows George is the funniest part of that show.
2. People who think JNCO jeans are a passing fad.
3. The Yankees. Are they ever going to win a World Series in the modern era? Fuck those guys, I'll never root for them again.
4. The niggas who shot up Tupac. I think prison time is going to set Tupac straight, though, and I doubt he'll get in trouble again once he gets out.
5. Bill Clinton. I'm sick of this huckster. There's no way he's going to win the presidential election next year, and after that I'll never have to worry about seeing a Clinton run for president again.

Anyway, my heart goes out to all those people in Tennesee.

January 28, 1986
The Space Shuttle Challenger exploded today just minutes after takeoff. It's so fucked up.

What's also fucked up is my hair. I so need a haircut:

Anyway, my heart really goes out to those astronauts and their families.

So there you go, I think I've proved my point. Check in tomorrow to see what sort of post I can cobble together at the last minute.

Posted by john at August 10, 2005 11:59 AM