A Coward Mont Blanc

The world is not perfect. Living in this day and age, it's easy to see that. So then why must we turn a blind eye to the suffering of others? We are told that there is nothing we can do to change it. There is nothing to be done, so why bother trying to change it?

I won't accept that. I can't accept it. To stare disaster in the face, throw my hands up in the air, and forget about it is to become someone that I don't want to be. Isn't it better to be passionate? To care, to raise your fists and scream in the face of so much injustice?

I know the world isn't black and white. It's more like gray and gray. This is the kind of thinking that a child clings to. I'm not a child. It's time I grow up and forget all of this. Put it aside. Become an adult. Youthful idealism can only get you so far.

But I don't want to let it go. I'm scared to. If I stop caring, will anyone pick up where I leave off?

Will anyone care?

Cantarella

Goooood morning, blogosphere! It's a lovely day out there and here I am, holding down the metaphorical fort. Looks like we've got some comments already. Gotta love it, eh? It's kind of sad to post and never get anything back in return.

So here's a challenge for you, faithful readers (all two of you at the moment). Tell me: given the resources, time, and whatever else you need, what would you want to do with your life? Any far-off countries you'd want to visit? Any ideas you want to turn into the next pet rock? Anything at all, you just name it.

The best will get shared in my next blog entry if you give me permission to. It's not fair to steal from you, after all.

Nightmare Fuel Corner: creepypasta

Speaking of pasta! (Yes, dumb segue, I know, but bear with me here.) Speaking of pasta, it's time to introduce what I call Nightmare Fuel Corner. If you don't know what Nightmare Fuel is, go look it up on TV Tropes. I won't point you there, because t's easy to get lost and never come out.

Anywho! A creepypasta is what it sounds like: a creepy story. The main home is at the creepypasta website, but Something Awful came up with the granddaddy of them all: the Slender Man. (That'll be a topic for another time.) What constitutes a creepypasta depends mostly on what gives you the willies. What's scary to one person can be unintentional comedy to another.

Recommended reading time: not at night or during a storm if you're timid.
Rating on the Kelrian Scale: three out of five doughnuts

Bullet for Prisoner

First post, and here we are. Forgive the title, but that's the music that's playing over my computer at the moment. Don't actually speak much Japanese, but that's what the subtitles are there for. But we're getting off-track here. Now, for the reason why this exists.

I'll be writing here whenever something piques my interest. Be it video games, music, news pieces, other blogs, or something overheard on the street, you'll find it here. Slice of life? Yep. But even slice of life stories like mine deserve their place in the sun.

Catch you all later. I've got some linguine to boil and some pesto to make. Tonight's Italian night at my house.