Dates: Good For Poop

I know. Amazing. Magically, a new post appeared! It's been a while, I know, but as I explained in my last post, it was not because of neglect. Okay, maybe it was a little because of neglect. Sorry about that. Many things have happened in the past month+, too many things to summarize in a quaint little paragraph. So I won't attempt to. Instead, lets talk about philosophy. Not the type of philosophy we would talk about normally (no Objectivism here), but some philosophy that is closer to home. Dating philosophy. See, now the title makes sense. Sort of. I am not going to talk about poop, I just thought it sounded good next to the part about dating. Because dating, y'know, like dates- the fruit. They are good for pooping. Sort of transitive property. Yeah. On topic, I have extremely mixed feelings about dating. On one hand, it's pointless. As far as I know, the most primal basis of dating is to find a compatible man/lady to marry. That is really all there is to it. Dating is, for the most part, like trying on clothes. When you break it down, it sounds sort of sad. At our age, needless, even. So why do it? Why date when you are in ninth grade, when the chances of stumbling upon your future spouse are almost nil? I needed to thing about that one. It was a totally valid point. Stupidly, I also told many pretty girls that theory, girls that I would not object to dating. Which, I realize, makes me a hypocrite. But I needed to thing to myself, "why am I thinking those things? Why am I open to dating while simultaneously being vocally adamant in my stance against dating?" I found a few answers. One, of course, is the sex aspect. By sex, I don't mean penetration, though that certainly is an aspect in some sense, I mean the idea of being 'intimate' with a member of the opposite sex. Crazy, I know. You might catch cooties. Equally shocking, boys like that idea. Which I suppose explains the large amount of two-week dates. They ask a girl out, girl says yes, make out with her, maybe get a little more, get bored, and break up. It is the less awkward version of asking a girl to be friends-with-benefits with you; asking her to date you. I know I would never ask a girl to be friends-with-benefits with me, not unless I either had a great reason to, or a great back-up plant when she says no. That's a different blog post, though. On the topic, I did say there were a few reasons for dating. Another is more romantic. To become very close friends with someone, to really explore their intellect, while also having that sex factor. Those normally last longer, because the dat-ees actually enjoy each others company. This is also a less common form of dating. Often, the girls who are the pretty ones aren't the smartest ones, which renders the biggest draw of said form of dating obsolete. Now, there are many, many other ideas behind dating in a lower age. I am simply too tired to write them down. This is actually a case where I want people to comment on a post. I would love to hear some of the different theories behind dating from the general public, because I know some of what I said will probably be considered controversial. So yeah, debunk me, do your commenter stuff, troll, I don't care. Just give an opinion. Have fun. Play nice. Eat dates (they're actually really good). I'll be sleeping. Alex out.

Do Not Worry, My Presence Is Still Valid

School has been much more prolific in eating away my free time then I thought it would be. This has caused me to temporarily suspend my blog. Until now. My updates will no longer be as frequent as they once were. It will not be a day-by-day basis that new words will form on the blank canvas of Blogspot, but I am still going to write on this URL. As I type this, I sit in a darkened hotel room in Canada, the Land with No Flaw. Honestly, I can not find one determent to the this northern land. This is not the first time I have visited the city of Vancouver, but each time I come I find new facets that add to the already large pot of greatness. Does that even make sense? I am tiered. I don't even know if I spelled that last word right. I may have just stated that I have become a living rubber sphere. I would be surprised by that turn of events, rest assured. Possibly the greatest additive to Vancouver is its newness. The majority of the high-rises in it rise unblemished by time, glass gleaming in the autumn sun. The concrete on the sidewalks have not been marred by the ebb and flow of earth. Even the manholes still shine. Vancouver, to me, stands as one of the prime examples of a perfect Pacific city. That is not something I can say about Los Angeles.

I saw The Social Network today. Many prominent reviewers call this movie the new Citizen Kane, or the movie that defines our generation. I disagree with the later statement. The last generation-defining movies have been movies that can be applied to a broad audience, that almost all the viewers in that relevant generation can see as a movie about themselves. The Social Network follows a selfish and greedy effigy of Mark Zuckerburg as he ruins almost every life he comes into contact with. I don't think many people can look at that and say that is just like themselves. Sure, you can look deeper into the film and fine themes that apply to your generation, but the average person looking for their defining film will not try to find the subliminal messages that make them apply to the film. The Breakfast Club had many sub-surface thoughts, but in the end was a bunch of eighties kids being eighties kids. Eighties kids could look at that movie and see that kids like them were doing things that they would do. It would be relatable to the core.The Social Network is a terrific movie, but nothing like that. Citizen Kane? Maybe. Generation Defining? No.

PAX Mega-Post!

If you were unaware, I haven't posted for the past three days. My posting prowess encountered blockage. That blockage was PAX. I'm not really going to bore you with things like 'text', and 'words', so here is a lot of moving, colorful things, and pictures. Have fun. Tomorrow, though, I'll bore you with 'words' and 'text'.