Kirin Torak

I have a cat now. Well, a kitten to be more precise. My bookstore is now a complete entity, if some people are to be believed.

Sophia seems to think I should've thought of this more. But come on, it was cute. I think I'll name him Elunas.

I've gotta say I don't care one iota for these Shop guys. This poor guy stumbled into the Nexus today, clearly escaping whatever the hell these guys do to people. The worst part is, we're probably gonna have to give him right back, since he's not officially Nexus related and thus not protected. We're gonna try and argue that his appearance MAKES him Nexus affiliated, but I doubt it'll hold water.

They're bastards. The whole fucking lot of them. Since when was science more fundimentally important than sentient life?

I see dead people. THIS IS NOT A HAPPY DEVELOPMENT, AND I AM NOT HALEY JOEL OSMENT, DAMNIT.

Add another thing to the list, I guess...

A bitch of a thing about the Nexus, or so I've found: what constitutes as entertainment for some folks counts as real life for others. The moments that jerk us around, or make us laugh, or make us scream are real, life-defining moments for some people, and no amount of entertainment perusal will ever make those moments as real for the reader or viewer or player as for the person him or herself.

Which is why I'm finding myself straining REALLY, REALLY hard not to think of Spider-Man's death as a temporary thing. I mean, from a Marvel perspective, it tends to be exactly the sort of tear-jerking moment that will later be nullified as they find some half-assed way to bring him back from the dead. At the same time, I'm definitely viewing a real tragedy, with people left behind and a massive amount of fallout.

Am I insensitive? Probably. I don't know the guy beyond the pages of a comic book. But I at least have some understanding of what's going on, and can't help but wonder if somewhere, out there, somebody will regard the tragedies that happen in my life the same way. It's freaky.

Tried to compile a grocery list of precisely what sort of l33t powers this avatarhood is supposed to have granted me. It seems, however, to be nauseatingly short. At least, as far as I can tell, there's not much to it. Yeah, I can summon a kick-ass scythe out of nowhere, and I haven't caught so much as a case of the sniffles ever since this happened, but besides that, fuck all. I've been led to believe that the scythe's supposed to be able to help spirits move on, but I think you could generally say the same damn thing about a handgun, and the handgun's a hell of a lot lighter. So seriously, what good is it all? Furthermore, why the hell am I even paying attention to it? It's not like I HAVE to go out and do Balance goddy things or anything; I might as well just keep doing what I was doing before.

I mean honestly, if I don't go looking for trouble, it won't find me anyway, right?

You Christmas Stocking Will Be Filled with Money

You've either been really really good this year... Or Santa is trying to pay you off!

Forget everything bad I ever thought about you and the elves, Santa. You kick so much ass it's not even funny.

So somehow, I've managed to get myself drawn into all this weird stuff about Jhanactus Zurin's future self. I still don't know how I got those books on him, and frankly I'm kind of wishing I'd had the sense to just put them out on the sales shelf when I got them. Either way, I've gotten way too involved in trying to find a method of preventing Future Jhanny from becoming a megalomanaical vampiric dark overlord -- and one with a tendency of kidnapping innocent women from the past.

The really sad thing is, I get the feeling I'd probably do the same thing again given a chance. *sigh*

So yeah, I suppose teasing a woman about her 'dead' girlfriend's kinda cruel. Though, I suppose, not as cruel as what the 'dead' girlfriend's done, but still.

I'm guessing it's also kinda wrong I'm this amused by all of it, then. Eh.