I woke up this morning with no homicidal tendencies.

I watched The Matrix: Revolutions last night. Well, it was really this morning, but that's not important. I can't say I liked it, and I can't say I didn't like it. That kind of bothers me. It wasn't a terrible movie. But it was no Return of the King, either. Some parts I really liked. I liked the concept of the Super Brawl between Neo and Agent Smith. Some elements of that fight were fantastic. I must say that I was a fan of the Dark City-esque aerial combat. However, other parts of that fight weren't so good. Such as some of the blows landed. I didn't like how the actual hit didn't look or feel powerful at all, but it would send the combatant flying backwards. And speaking of flying, when Agent Smith flew at Neo in the crater. . .terrible. If you've seen the shot, you'll know what I'm talking about. Let's not even talk about some of the most ridiculous and thick dialogue in recent memory.

Of course I liked the defense of Zion. Giant armored suits with gratiutious amounts of ammo? What's there to not like? That battle alone would make an amazing videogame.

Speaking of videogames, I watched the little documentary on The Matrix Online. It doesn't seem to be introducing anything new to the MMORPG (Masssively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) field. The build they showed was kind of ugly. The character models didn't look good, and the whole world looked spare and empty. Granted, they might popluate it alot, but it still looks barren. As in Enter the Matrix, the gunplay looked weak, but the hand to hand combat looks like it will be pretty cool. Other than that, I'll just have to wait for it to come out to make a real judgement.

All of this brings me to my dilema. When the first Matrix came out, I loved the movie. I thought the story, the action, the special effects were all awesome. But then I saw Reloaded and hated all things Matrix. Now that the Matrix saga is allegedly over, I feel distraught. How could something that I liked so much turn into a piece of crap that I hate with a passion? It's almost like my relationship with Star Wars. But at least with Star Wars, the games have generally maintained a high level of quality. So, I have come to a decision. I am going to try to rediscover my love for the Matrix. Godspeed.

I hope I can do it.






EDIT- My last entry was my attempt at an April Fool's Joke. Suckers.

So, the first stage of my quest has met with failure. I tried to play through Enter the Matrix-which as everyone knows, I hate- to see if mayhaps I was mistaken the first time I played it.

I was right the first time. The game is still bloody awful. It's been a long time since I've played a game that had so much potential, but was so bad.

This does not portend well for the rest of my mission. I think my next plan is to watch The Animatrix. Maybe that will be good.

Sigh

I watched The Animatrix the other night, as per my quest to like the Matrix again. To my pleasant suprise, I really liked it. I had to watch the last episode a couple times to figure it out, but other than that, it was really good. I was most moved by Kid's Story. I thought it was the best piece in the collection. I also really liked Beyond, the one where the girl and the kids discover a bug in the Matrix.

The reason that I liked Kid's Story was that it was one of those stories where the viewer can put themselves in the titular role and really understand how the character feels. I though the animation style was perfect for the style of the narrative, and the music was hauntinly beautiful. The image of staring up at the sky towards your feet was particularly striking to me. I just really liked it.

Beyond was really good too. Imagine finding a 'haunted house' where the rules of gravity and time don't apply. Imagine the fun a child, and even a child at heart, could have. There would be no end to the summer bliss. Unfortunately, nothing good ever lasts, not in the Matrix. Agents are sent to repair the 'bug' in the code. Imagine, then, the acute feeling of loss when your former playground is just the same as any other.

That's not to say The Last Flight of the Osiris wasn't really good, too. The ending was very well done. But I just wasn't moved as much by that one was my favorite two.

All in all, I'd have to say that I enjoyed the whole thing. Maybe there is hope for the Matrix after all.

This is getting a little crazy. I think that I can barely hold my head up anymore. Everytime I move my head I feel it being pulled down. This hair must weigh about seven hundred pounds. And apparently, according to my girlfriend, it looks like a helmet. Keeripes. I wish that I could just bloody cut it. I long to just shave all this off and go back to being awesome like I used to be.

Well, let's be honest. I don't think anything could ever take away from my awesomeness. I sometimes forget just how awesome and cool I am. Sometimes I forget how much I rule.

I need to get recording that tells me every two hours how awesome I am.

I believe that clubbing baby seals is a honorable endeavour. Now, you may think I'm friggen crazy, and you're probably right.

First off, humans eat fish. Alot of humans like fish. If the seal population goes unchecked, then they will eat all our fish. Lemme tell you, they eat alot of fish. A lot.

Also, baby seals are notorious man-eaters. I've seen them tear a full grown man to pieces. It's a terrible sight.

Furthermore, baby seals are easy to kill. They can't run very fast. I'm really lazy and I don't want to have to work alot just to smash a baby seal's head open. It would also be a good workout. I'm sure that those sticks you use to crack 'em open are pretty heavy. It could build muscle.

You would also want to kill baby seals when they're young. It would be more humane this way, because they haven't yet gotten used to life enough to miss it when they are dead. Kill 'em when they're young, before they start to enjoy life.

Finally, the most important reason baby seals should be clubbed.



It's friggen hilarious.

Well, apparently I'm 21 now. It's really no big deal. I'm not a drinker, so it means nothing to me.

And for some reason I'm getting pretty angry. I don't know why, but I'm just getting angry and frustrated and grumpy and I just don't want to deal with anyone.

As indicated in my previous entry, I just turned 21 today. I suppose now that I think I about it, that's kinda sweet.

God's greatest prank on humanity has survived for 21 years. Not bad, I'd say. I figure I've got about six or seven years left before God realizes that I've created enough havoc on Earth and retires me.

My monitor keeps jacking up!

ARGH!!

I've decided that I will write my paper on Evil Dead. I'm not exactly sure what I will write about, but I think I'll throw in the dichotomy of horror and comedy, and how the two can be related. It should be ok. I just don't like writing non-fiction.

Probably because I'm a loser.

I feel like less than a dream.

I feel etheral.

I feel like someone else's thought.

I feel like words on a page.

I feel fleeting, temporary, and forever.

I feel their white faces.

In the dead of the night, nothing is real.