Change, Gay Rights, and Precognition
Change. Yep. This blog is no longer dedicated to videogames.
Instead, NinjaDuckie’s Experimental Journal will be my random thoughts of the week summed up on a semi-regular basis, with the occasional post reviewing some videogame or other that I might have picked up on Steam or for the xbox. Or in fact some completely random abandonware game or something or other that I feel really deserves a good look at it now its time is long past.
So anyway. First issue. Gay Rights. Are we really doing this again? Yesterday was spirit day, and I wore a purple shirt all day to commemorate how the suffering of gay kids who are being constantly bullied for being ‘different’ will no longer be tolerated. Or something. But one of my friends pointed out something very valid: what of straight or bi kids who are being bullied for the same reasons? Do they not get commemorated also? I’m sorry to say that people commit suicide every day, and while it may be true that many of them are bullied gays trying to come out in a conservative America or tough community, the suicide rates are spread more or less equally among everyone, I think.
Equality in a way people maybe didn’t hope for. Speaking of gay, I made arrangements for a guy to stay over for a weekend in two weeks or so. He just needs the cuddles really.
Getting onto my other point: precognition. I’m starting to believe there really is such a thing as seeing the future, or at least seeing a possible future and locking it into the timestream by your subconscious actions. Too many times have passed by where I’ll have a dream in which a specific order of events will occur, and then a few months later that exact sequence of events happens again, and I’ll catch it before it ends and immediately predict what will happen. It’s actually pretty scary to see, say, a dog owner throwing a frisbee, and get a little spark of deja vu, and immediately recite that the dog will chase after it and in the distance a baby will fall over and cry, and fairly close to you a little old lady will tell her daughter to stop off at Tesco’s to pick up an extra bottle of milk, and then to actually have that happen.
And this happened to me just Tuesday in fact. I’m taking a dream diary again, in case of more occurences.
Duck out.
