that's my life right now...
...waiting.
most people will tell you that waiting sucks. i like to think i'm a bit more philosophical about it (most of the time), and believe that it's an opportunity to introspectively reflect upon my contribution to the universe and my attainment of my personal goals which will result from the achievement of whatever the heck i'm waiting for at the time.
yeah, waiting sucks.
waiting for something which you have absolutely no control over sucks even more. the worst, however, is waiting for something that someone can control yet has made it abundantly clear that they're not even slightly interested in doing anything about it except wallowing in the torment of making you wait even longer.
that's where it appears i am right now. of course, i'm talking about my unborn daughter.
"wow, Grey, that's awful! how can you talk about your unborn daughter that way?"
allow me to explain. or don't, it doesn't matter to me. it's my blog and you can stop reading at any time; i'm going to say what i have to say (that's a joke, people... nobody reads my blog, i'm just keeping myself entertained over here).
you see, i know me. i know my wife. i know how we operate. we like messing with each other. it comes from living with someone who is just as bullheaded and obstinate as you are for well over a decade. it's inevitable.
this beautiful person who is currently residing inside my wife is a creation of our own genetic makeup. it's equally hers and mine, and therefore retains some of our characteristics while still essentially being a completely new person whom is entirely her own entity.
in other words, she's laughing right now. she's messing with us and enjoying every bit of it.
you see, my wife has these horrible contractions... horrible in the amount of pain they cause her, but the upside is that they indicate the imminent arrival of our little bundle of joy.
except that they aren't. my wife's been having these kinds of contractions for almost a week now. sometimes they get more intense, and come more quickly, leading us both to believe that the time has come to race to the hospital to wait there some more. then we get there, my wife stays in some room for a ridiculously long time, and then someone in scrubs shows up to tell us that it's not time yet, but they "won't be surprised if we come back later tonight in real labor."
that's happened twice. no "real" labor yet. just pain and more waiting.
i can't wait to meet my daughter, she's going to be a real chip off the old block. i'll probably even wait a few months before i start messing with her in the interest of fairness... but at this point i'm not making any guarantees.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
it goes both ways
i've mentioned i'm pretty busy lately (or at least that i'm tired, so you should have correctly concluded that i'm busy and not just lazy).
"you can't be that busy, Grey... you're spending time blogging, which is probably the most worthless way a person could spend their time."
yeah, you're right; the only grander waste of time is actually reading blogs. it's just that my readers mean so much to m...
::fits of choked laughter::
::gets breath back, heavily sighing::
i almost got that out without losing my composure... as if i have any readers (There are no followers yet. Be the first!). no, the truth is my therapist said i needed a creative outlet that doesn't involve blades and nudity. so, here i am.
anyway, i really am a busy guy. i work, i chase my 2-year-old around (who, btw, is upstairs harassing his mother so i prob should keep this short), i'm getting our house ready for another child due to arrive any day now, and i'm currently looking for a new job since having completed my bachelor's degree.
never mind the hours i put into video games.
so, i got a callback today. i can't say it went successfully, necessarily, although he does want me to come in and see him later this week. i'm just not sure i want to go see him. at least, not for the reasons he's thinking, anyway.
you see, there are a million places on the 'net that explain that interviewing for a job is a tough process, one in which you need to be careful of how you present yourself in all aspects. you need to look professional, your resume needs to be just the right format and without any grammatical gaffes, your interview needs to communicate to your potential employer-to-be just the right combination of confidence and humility...
basically, you need to sell yourself without appearing as if you're selling yourself while you're desperately trying to look like you're not desperate. it's a lot of hoop-jumping, to say the least.
but it goes both ways.
take this call i got today for instance. the gentleman on the other end of the phone informs me that he's looking to "immediately" fill this position. there's a red flag.
then he states that he's already spoken with many other possible candidates who weren't interested in the position for whatever reason. there's another red flag, and a pretty big one in my opinion. (which reminds me, why exactly didn't they contact me earlier? my GPA is outstanding and my resume indicates a decade of management experience, albeit not in IT. this is an entry-level position, so why the hell didn't he call me before now?)
finally, he explains to me again that he needs to fill the position as soon as possible. this is probably the worst thing you can tell someone in my position. you see, when i first answered the phone, this guy had all the power. he could have decided he liked me, thought i was worth giving a shot in his prestigious company, and i would have plugged away like a faithful servant to ensure that i got ahead in their company.
instead, he told me a) we need someone now, b) he's already spoken with at least a few others who didn't want the job (in this economy), and c) we really really need someone right away.
so now the applicant (that's me for those of you without outstanding GPAs) has more power than the interviewer. it's like an episode of Twilight Zone. he's let me know in no uncertain terms that he's desperate for a qualified candidate, any candidate, to merely accept the position.
what's wrong with the position? i don't know yet, i haven't met with the guy. but it must be something pretty big to have had such trouble filling it, especially considering it's an entry-level position and we're a bunch of grads w/o experience in the field. we can't really afford to pick and choose at this point. i intend to find out, though. maybe it's something i can live with. probably it'll be something i won't want. but it might very well be the only time in this interviewing process where i can feel like i'm the one in charge, and that experience, dear readers, is worth more than gold to a peon like myself, and i won't pass it up for anything.
"you can't be that busy, Grey... you're spending time blogging, which is probably the most worthless way a person could spend their time."
yeah, you're right; the only grander waste of time is actually reading blogs. it's just that my readers mean so much to m...
::fits of choked laughter::
::gets breath back, heavily sighing::
i almost got that out without losing my composure... as if i have any readers (There are no followers yet. Be the first!). no, the truth is my therapist said i needed a creative outlet that doesn't involve blades and nudity. so, here i am.
anyway, i really am a busy guy. i work, i chase my 2-year-old around (who, btw, is upstairs harassing his mother so i prob should keep this short), i'm getting our house ready for another child due to arrive any day now, and i'm currently looking for a new job since having completed my bachelor's degree.
never mind the hours i put into video games.
so, i got a callback today. i can't say it went successfully, necessarily, although he does want me to come in and see him later this week. i'm just not sure i want to go see him. at least, not for the reasons he's thinking, anyway.
you see, there are a million places on the 'net that explain that interviewing for a job is a tough process, one in which you need to be careful of how you present yourself in all aspects. you need to look professional, your resume needs to be just the right format and without any grammatical gaffes, your interview needs to communicate to your potential employer-to-be just the right combination of confidence and humility...
basically, you need to sell yourself without appearing as if you're selling yourself while you're desperately trying to look like you're not desperate. it's a lot of hoop-jumping, to say the least.
but it goes both ways.
take this call i got today for instance. the gentleman on the other end of the phone informs me that he's looking to "immediately" fill this position. there's a red flag.
then he states that he's already spoken with many other possible candidates who weren't interested in the position for whatever reason. there's another red flag, and a pretty big one in my opinion. (which reminds me, why exactly didn't they contact me earlier? my GPA is outstanding and my resume indicates a decade of management experience, albeit not in IT. this is an entry-level position, so why the hell didn't he call me before now?)
finally, he explains to me again that he needs to fill the position as soon as possible. this is probably the worst thing you can tell someone in my position. you see, when i first answered the phone, this guy had all the power. he could have decided he liked me, thought i was worth giving a shot in his prestigious company, and i would have plugged away like a faithful servant to ensure that i got ahead in their company.
instead, he told me a) we need someone now, b) he's already spoken with at least a few others who didn't want the job (in this economy), and c) we really really need someone right away.
so now the applicant (that's me for those of you without outstanding GPAs) has more power than the interviewer. it's like an episode of Twilight Zone. he's let me know in no uncertain terms that he's desperate for a qualified candidate, any candidate, to merely accept the position.
what's wrong with the position? i don't know yet, i haven't met with the guy. but it must be something pretty big to have had such trouble filling it, especially considering it's an entry-level position and we're a bunch of grads w/o experience in the field. we can't really afford to pick and choose at this point. i intend to find out, though. maybe it's something i can live with. probably it'll be something i won't want. but it might very well be the only time in this interviewing process where i can feel like i'm the one in charge, and that experience, dear readers, is worth more than gold to a peon like myself, and i won't pass it up for anything.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
::sigh::
well, i'm tired.
who isn't, right? but i'm really rather worn down. i thought once i finished my bachelor's degree, things would ease up a bit. as it turns out, i was wrong. again. meh, i'm getting used to it.
you see, i have a 2-year-old son. actually, it'd be more accurate to say that i have a lightning-ball-of-hyperactivity-who-looks-somewhat-like-me. he's amazing, i'm not even trying to complain, but keeping up with him is no easy task.
i know, i know... many of you are already saying, "but Grey, all 2-year-old boys are busy... suck it up."
yeah, you haven't met mine. my favorite thing to do these days is take him to somewhere where a few (not too many!) other parents are letting their kids play, like a playground, a park, or a prison yard, and unleash my boy on 'em. parents usually smile at me the first minute or two we're there, followed by a comment like, "oh! you're boy is a busy one too! ha ha!" then, after about 5 minutes, i start to get the looks. you know, the looks that basically say, "okay, what is your son on, exactly? is he dangerous?"
oh, you don't know that look? really? i get that all the time.
but the real fun starts around 10 minutes after my son has invaded the public play area. don't get me wrong, he's not a bully or a jerk to the other kids (although a little time at daycare has made him a bit less of a target for those kids who act that way), he just doesn't stop. ever.
EVER.
after about 10 minutes or so, parents start giving me that sympathetic look. that look that says, "ah, i understand why your eyes are glazed over and you look like you could drop at any minute." occasionally one will even come by (you see, by now they've all moved well away from where i'm sitting) and say, "wow, your son is a real firecracker, eh?" (read firecracker = insanely hyper to the point of abnormal and/or supernatural). i always smile, and keep most of my comments to myself, because i know that now, even though it's just a few of you, at least some of you people out there who thought you had a "busy" child now understand that you're actually blessed with a perfectly normal, healthy kid, while mine generates enough heat from his basic daily activities to keep Tibetans warm at night.
all of them. the entire country of Tibet. seriously.
so, why am i telling you this? is the point that i'm tired?
oh, not so fast... as tired as i am now, it only gets better.
you see, we've got another child on the way.
your reactions could go anywhere from "Yay! Congratulations!" to "well, who's fault is that?" i don't really care.
but as tired as i feel now, it will feel like a tropical all-expenses-paid vacation compared to the absolute physical exhaustion which awaits me in the near future.
that's right, the near future. as in the next week. maybe less...
::gulp::
again, don't get me wrong. i love my son, he's an absolute blast to be with, and i love being his father more than just about anything. i can't wait to meet the new child who will come screaming into my life any day now to take over that which has only begun to settle down since the first one arrived.
but i've begun to stockpile coffee. lots and lots of coffee.
who isn't, right? but i'm really rather worn down. i thought once i finished my bachelor's degree, things would ease up a bit. as it turns out, i was wrong. again. meh, i'm getting used to it.
you see, i have a 2-year-old son. actually, it'd be more accurate to say that i have a lightning-ball-of-hyperactivity-who-looks-somewhat-like-me. he's amazing, i'm not even trying to complain, but keeping up with him is no easy task.
i know, i know... many of you are already saying, "but Grey, all 2-year-old boys are busy... suck it up."
yeah, you haven't met mine. my favorite thing to do these days is take him to somewhere where a few (not too many!) other parents are letting their kids play, like a playground, a park, or a prison yard, and unleash my boy on 'em. parents usually smile at me the first minute or two we're there, followed by a comment like, "oh! you're boy is a busy one too! ha ha!" then, after about 5 minutes, i start to get the looks. you know, the looks that basically say, "okay, what is your son on, exactly? is he dangerous?"
oh, you don't know that look? really? i get that all the time.
but the real fun starts around 10 minutes after my son has invaded the public play area. don't get me wrong, he's not a bully or a jerk to the other kids (although a little time at daycare has made him a bit less of a target for those kids who act that way), he just doesn't stop. ever.
EVER.
after about 10 minutes or so, parents start giving me that sympathetic look. that look that says, "ah, i understand why your eyes are glazed over and you look like you could drop at any minute." occasionally one will even come by (you see, by now they've all moved well away from where i'm sitting) and say, "wow, your son is a real firecracker, eh?" (read firecracker = insanely hyper to the point of abnormal and/or supernatural). i always smile, and keep most of my comments to myself, because i know that now, even though it's just a few of you, at least some of you people out there who thought you had a "busy" child now understand that you're actually blessed with a perfectly normal, healthy kid, while mine generates enough heat from his basic daily activities to keep Tibetans warm at night.
all of them. the entire country of Tibet. seriously.
so, why am i telling you this? is the point that i'm tired?
oh, not so fast... as tired as i am now, it only gets better.
you see, we've got another child on the way.
your reactions could go anywhere from "Yay! Congratulations!" to "well, who's fault is that?" i don't really care.
but as tired as i feel now, it will feel like a tropical all-expenses-paid vacation compared to the absolute physical exhaustion which awaits me in the near future.
that's right, the near future. as in the next week. maybe less...
::gulp::
again, don't get me wrong. i love my son, he's an absolute blast to be with, and i love being his father more than just about anything. i can't wait to meet the new child who will come screaming into my life any day now to take over that which has only begun to settle down since the first one arrived.
but i've begun to stockpile coffee. lots and lots of coffee.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or Elvish?
i wasn't necessarily going to write anything today, but then i stumbled upon something that just begs to be the subject of opinion (in this case, mine). first of all, i should preface this discussion with the information that i do not judge a person for their religious beliefs whatsoever. Robert Heinlein said, "One man's religion is another man's belly laugh," and quite frankly i think that states it best. there are a lot of beliefs out there that might sound utterly ridiculous to you, but somebody is willing to stand up and say, "Yes, that's exactly what I believe!" with all the conviction of a little child explaining the imminent arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. who's to say what's right and wrong? that depends, of course, on the individual beliefs, and i'm not about to attempt to have a healthy and open-minded discussion about world religion on the Internet. i'd rather try to give myself a circumcision with a pair of nail clippers.
what? been done already? oh, well then... moving right along.
i should also preface this discussion with the fact that i'm a big fan of Tolkien. you know, Middle Earth? hobbits? those movies that swept the Oscars? i'm sure you've heard something of the author of that material, and i am one of those people who likes him. a lot. i enjoy reading quality fiction (that's right, there were books written long before those movies were released), and Tolkien fits my definition of "quality." some might even say that i like his work a bit too much. again, much like religion, that would be in the eye of the beholder (reference to the D&D beast of the same name only mildly intended... after all, where do you think much of what has become popular fantasy and roleplaying came from? that's right, people like Tolkien and Howard, but i digress).
i know quite well the difference between the Valar and the Istari. i also know the difference between Sindarin and Quenya (if i've lost you already, don't sweat it... knowing these things won't likely get you a date or a better credit rating). my point is, i might know more about Middle Earth and Tolkien lore than the average person on the street. agreed? great. let's move on.
"but Greyfang," (what kind of name is that, anyway? hush, that's a completely different topic, let's try and stay focused people!), "what does Middle Earth have to do with religion?"
excellent question! i'm glad you came to class today. my answer to that is:
i have no idea. honestly. what one has to do with the other (besides Tolkien's admitted influence from Catholicism, of which he was an avid believer) is quite beyond me. however, there are some who believe that Tolkien's Middle Earth is more than just well-written and explicitly-detailed fictional genius. some, in fact, believe that not only are the Elves of Middle Earth worthy of emulating on a spiritual level, but that they are actually reincarnated Elves. Elves. from Tolkien's Middle Earth. a fictional race of creatures living in a fictional universe created by an Oxford English professor...
absorb that for just a second.
still with me? cool.
allow me to introduce Tië eldaliéva. once you get past their affection towards Elves (their luxurious hair, delicate alphabet, and smoothly flowing spoken languages), you just might spot something rather bizarre.
these people claim to believe, and thus attempt to prove, that Tolkien's works are not fictional at all, and that they are actually Elves, either in spirit or in some form of "reality."
i know it probably sounds like i'm trying to make fun of these people. i'm not. my guess is that these are people who already have an immense amount of experience being made fun of by those around them. i can only assume it'd take a lifetime of being bullied before you convince yourself that you're really a reincarnated Elf who used to live in Mirkwood Forest, because you feel a true "connection" to the books.
look... the books were and still are quite popular. those of us who read and enjoy fantasy have a tendency to be a little different anyway... maybe a bit more creative? open-minded? or just downright nerdy? however you look at it, many people over the years have felt a connection to Tolkien's work, and understand that the Elves were (superficially, anyway) the coolest race on Middle Earth (personally, i'm a Dwarf man myself, but that's better left for another day as well). they had magic, they had awesome combat abilities, both ranged and melee, and they were functionally immortal. heck, they were sexier than vampires! everyone who read Tolkien felt a distinct sense of peace and beauty when it came to the Elves of Middle Earth. you know why?
BECAUSE TOLKIEN WROTE THEM THAT WAY!
look, Star-People or whatever you refer to yourselves as, i'm not trying to rain on your parade. you want to make Elvism a religion? you have every right. knock yourselves out. you want to spread the good word of Elvish intentions on the 'net? sure, why not? have at it. but when you post a statement like:
"Also, much to our surprise, there is also some exploration of the very real possibility of Elven genetics or biology, or in other words, Elf blood or DNA, due to legends of Half-Elven peoples."
you have to realize that you sound rather ridiculous. the legends of Half-Elven people? and, pray tell, from whence do these legends of Half-Elven people originate? oh, yeah! from Tolkien! so, because Tolkien (or should we just call him Eru Ilúvatar from now on?) said they exist... in Middle Earth!... there is a "very real possibility" that Elves exist in reality. sure... that makes sense, how silly of me to miss such a display of logic and evidence as this.
i genuinely hope that the Star-People find happiness in their beliefs, and maybe one day they even find their way home to Valinor to join in singing the Second Music of the Ainur. i really do. and, until then, i hope they find comfort and kinship with those who believe as they do.
what? been done already? oh, well then... moving right along.
i should also preface this discussion with the fact that i'm a big fan of Tolkien. you know, Middle Earth? hobbits? those movies that swept the Oscars? i'm sure you've heard something of the author of that material, and i am one of those people who likes him. a lot. i enjoy reading quality fiction (that's right, there were books written long before those movies were released), and Tolkien fits my definition of "quality." some might even say that i like his work a bit too much. again, much like religion, that would be in the eye of the beholder (reference to the D&D beast of the same name only mildly intended... after all, where do you think much of what has become popular fantasy and roleplaying came from? that's right, people like Tolkien and Howard, but i digress).
i know quite well the difference between the Valar and the Istari. i also know the difference between Sindarin and Quenya (if i've lost you already, don't sweat it... knowing these things won't likely get you a date or a better credit rating). my point is, i might know more about Middle Earth and Tolkien lore than the average person on the street. agreed? great. let's move on.
"but Greyfang," (what kind of name is that, anyway? hush, that's a completely different topic, let's try and stay focused people!), "what does Middle Earth have to do with religion?"
excellent question! i'm glad you came to class today. my answer to that is:
i have no idea. honestly. what one has to do with the other (besides Tolkien's admitted influence from Catholicism, of which he was an avid believer) is quite beyond me. however, there are some who believe that Tolkien's Middle Earth is more than just well-written and explicitly-detailed fictional genius. some, in fact, believe that not only are the Elves of Middle Earth worthy of emulating on a spiritual level, but that they are actually reincarnated Elves. Elves. from Tolkien's Middle Earth. a fictional race of creatures living in a fictional universe created by an Oxford English professor...
absorb that for just a second.
still with me? cool.
allow me to introduce Tië eldaliéva. once you get past their affection towards Elves (their luxurious hair, delicate alphabet, and smoothly flowing spoken languages), you just might spot something rather bizarre.
these people claim to believe, and thus attempt to prove, that Tolkien's works are not fictional at all, and that they are actually Elves, either in spirit or in some form of "reality."
i know it probably sounds like i'm trying to make fun of these people. i'm not. my guess is that these are people who already have an immense amount of experience being made fun of by those around them. i can only assume it'd take a lifetime of being bullied before you convince yourself that you're really a reincarnated Elf who used to live in Mirkwood Forest, because you feel a true "connection" to the books.
look... the books were and still are quite popular. those of us who read and enjoy fantasy have a tendency to be a little different anyway... maybe a bit more creative? open-minded? or just downright nerdy? however you look at it, many people over the years have felt a connection to Tolkien's work, and understand that the Elves were (superficially, anyway) the coolest race on Middle Earth (personally, i'm a Dwarf man myself, but that's better left for another day as well). they had magic, they had awesome combat abilities, both ranged and melee, and they were functionally immortal. heck, they were sexier than vampires! everyone who read Tolkien felt a distinct sense of peace and beauty when it came to the Elves of Middle Earth. you know why?
BECAUSE TOLKIEN WROTE THEM THAT WAY!
look, Star-People or whatever you refer to yourselves as, i'm not trying to rain on your parade. you want to make Elvism a religion? you have every right. knock yourselves out. you want to spread the good word of Elvish intentions on the 'net? sure, why not? have at it. but when you post a statement like:
"Also, much to our surprise, there is also some exploration of the very real possibility of Elven genetics or biology, or in other words, Elf blood or DNA, due to legends of Half-Elven peoples."
you have to realize that you sound rather ridiculous. the legends of Half-Elven people? and, pray tell, from whence do these legends of Half-Elven people originate? oh, yeah! from Tolkien! so, because Tolkien (or should we just call him Eru Ilúvatar from now on?) said they exist... in Middle Earth!... there is a "very real possibility" that Elves exist in reality. sure... that makes sense, how silly of me to miss such a display of logic and evidence as this.
i genuinely hope that the Star-People find happiness in their beliefs, and maybe one day they even find their way home to Valinor to join in singing the Second Music of the Ainur. i really do. and, until then, i hope they find comfort and kinship with those who believe as they do.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
introduction
so...
this is a blog, huh?
doesn't seem like much to me. just an empty page, really. not much to talk about here.
oh, wait... i'm supposed to be doing the talking? great. now you tell me.
i wouldn't mind so much, you know, the talking part... except that i don't have much to say. seriously, what do you want from me here? i'm just an average guy. well, alright, maybe not exactly average, but relatively average. yeah, alright, there's actually not that much about me that's average at all, really. i don't like football, or most televised sports for that matter. you know what sport i like? sumo.
no, seriously, i like to watch sumo. 2 huge guys politely trying to destroy each other? what's not to love?
i don't go nuts over whoever Hollywood mags say is the hot chick on the block. it's not that i don't like women, it's just that i don't find females with fake hair, fake tans, and fake breasts very appealing. yep, that's not very average i suppose. i don't go for those Twilight-y goth chicks which are the envy of high school girls everywhere either. yes, i'm aware that there is a movie based upon a series of books about vampires that many people seem to be quite enamored with these days, and i even like vampire stories... the original ones, that is. not these teen soap operas with a touch of horror chic added to them. you ever heard of Near Dark? now that's a vampire story: a bunch of blood-suckers rolling around the dusty Bible Belt in a trailor looking for hilljacks to waste. just enough realism to make it seem slightly plausible, allowing for that magical yet mysteriously elusive element which so many modern films lack, suspension of disbelief. no models dressed up as vampires looking for love... who wrote that crap? give me some hardcore down-to-earth undead any day and keep your romantically-inclined, misunderstood waifs with tormented souls and pomade-sculpted hair that only feed because they have to, but really just want to make a difference in today's evil world and just haven't found the right girl to save them from their own wretched existences...
wow, i should write a screenplay. i bet that crap would sell big time. what? already been done? oh, right. never mind.
this is a blog, huh?
doesn't seem like much to me. just an empty page, really. not much to talk about here.
oh, wait... i'm supposed to be doing the talking? great. now you tell me.
i wouldn't mind so much, you know, the talking part... except that i don't have much to say. seriously, what do you want from me here? i'm just an average guy. well, alright, maybe not exactly average, but relatively average. yeah, alright, there's actually not that much about me that's average at all, really. i don't like football, or most televised sports for that matter. you know what sport i like? sumo.
no, seriously, i like to watch sumo. 2 huge guys politely trying to destroy each other? what's not to love?
i don't go nuts over whoever Hollywood mags say is the hot chick on the block. it's not that i don't like women, it's just that i don't find females with fake hair, fake tans, and fake breasts very appealing. yep, that's not very average i suppose. i don't go for those Twilight-y goth chicks which are the envy of high school girls everywhere either. yes, i'm aware that there is a movie based upon a series of books about vampires that many people seem to be quite enamored with these days, and i even like vampire stories... the original ones, that is. not these teen soap operas with a touch of horror chic added to them. you ever heard of Near Dark? now that's a vampire story: a bunch of blood-suckers rolling around the dusty Bible Belt in a trailor looking for hilljacks to waste. just enough realism to make it seem slightly plausible, allowing for that magical yet mysteriously elusive element which so many modern films lack, suspension of disbelief. no models dressed up as vampires looking for love... who wrote that crap? give me some hardcore down-to-earth undead any day and keep your romantically-inclined, misunderstood waifs with tormented souls and pomade-sculpted hair that only feed because they have to, but really just want to make a difference in today's evil world and just haven't found the right girl to save them from their own wretched existences...
wow, i should write a screenplay. i bet that crap would sell big time. what? already been done? oh, right. never mind.
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