Durakken

I await a nerd making clothing out of this...

I'm watching the pilot right now. So far it's a decent show.

The parts I don't like is the idea that synethstesia is some sort of super power and i don't like that they keep showing the brain of the leader guy. We saw it the first time, knock it off.

That they are jumping right into it is a good way to do things. I also like that most of the powers they used don't require a lot of CGI to do so that should keep costs down which should keep it alive longer.

Also I got to point out that I wasn't going to watch it when I read the description on the AT&T uverse service so someone did a horrible write up and they need to get a better person summarizing this stuff because I'm the type of person that would give this show a chance without much convincing and they had lost me until i saw a sentence somewhere about what it really was about.

So I decided to write on taking the "You're the last person in the world. Then there is a know on the door..." not as the beginning sentence but as the general concept.... this is obviously not a complete tale, but I can't think of where to go from here at the moment... well no here not sci-fi-ish at least so I stopped for now and I'm gonna let my brain rest for a bit. This is the longest piece of anything I've written in a while and it is around 1700 words and took about 2.5 hours to write. I'll probably write more later, but once today is over I think I'd prefer moving to a different topic than keep going with this even if it hasn't ended yet.

Anyways... Here's what I wrote. Tell me what you think...

I'm the last man on Earth, or at leastI believe I am. I haven't checked the whole world obviously, buteverywhere I looked there wasn't a trace of another person. I don'tknow how it happened. Like a lot of my life, it happened while I wasasleep. At first, I didn't notice anything. The world was automated,so the I didn't really notice that no one replied to me on thevarious forums I visit. I just figured it was one of the low pointsthat ever forum goes through from time to time. And of course the TVstations kept broadcasting new stuff for a few days, but once nothingnew was broadcasting it hit me that I hadn't heard from anyone in aweek and I decided to go take a look around.

There was nothing out there, but aplethora of survival horror and documentaries about the world aftermankind had prepared me to expect some great disaster. Those firstoutings I had brought a sword or two with me, looked for guns andammo, grabbed food from the local markets, but I found nothing reallyout there all too dangerous. My first instinct was to stay within thecity. I was safe there. No reason to leave what seemed to beperfectly safe place. That thought lasted only a few moments asthoughts stemming from those documentaries reminded me that theelectricity, water, and food supplies were likely to run outeventually out soon. They may have already shut down and there was noway that I could get gas indefinitely for cars. It was made starklyclear that I had to find some place that could sustain itself for aslong as I needed, no matter how futile it might seem.

I gathered up every kinda of seed Icould find, packed up my belongings and left the city I was born andraised in for an area that likely was filled with solar powered. Thatwould, at least for as long as i could survive, provide me withentertainment. Once I found and settled down in a nice house with apre-made garden and solar panels installed I connected as manycomputers as I could find to the internet, wrote a script, and hadthem download as much information about how to construct and repairthe various things I would need. There was no telling how long thenetwork would last so the important stuff came first, but that didn'tmean I couldn't download some frivolous things as well.

You might think that the lack ofcontact with other humans and the futility of everything would keepme from being happy or content, but to be honest, things reallydidn't change all that much, and the lack of other people anddistractions gave me time to read, watch, and play a lot of the mediathat I had wanted to, but other things kept me from doing so. It alsoprovided me time to create all the various works that I had wanted tocreate. Unfortunately, no one was there to share with, but that wasno reason to not do it. Of course, with all this time and the workthat was needed to maintain my lttle place I got in shape, bettershape than I had ever been. I guess if you consider that I willprobably live longer because of this it's an odd sort of blessing.

Things went well for years, a timethat I'd surely have lost track of if not for the computers that keptthe time. I was comfortable in my new life. It didn't bother me thatthere was no one to share it with and the fact of the matter was,even if there was someone else remaining in the world we likelywouldn't be able to communicate given that they'd come from anotherpart of the world. I know this a bit wrong, and perhaps it is thefirst signs that I'm going insane, but I have to say, the world is apretty perfect place form me now, given the situation. I'm contentwith my world. Alone filled with knowledge and time to play with. Andthen, there was a knock on the door.

I knew there was probably no onethere. It's not like this the first time this has happened. A knockon the door. You'd be surprised how often that happens. There arelots of things that create a similar noise or hit the door as timegoes on. You get used to it after a while, the rush and theexcitement that comes with the thought that there might be someonethere that I could share... everything with. Those aren't the onlythoughts though, there is always the fear that who ever it is isn'tso in love with the idea of sharing this world. It would be fittingthat the human race so defined by war would end when given the wholeworld to divide among two people they would end up killing each otherand lose it all. The hopes and the fears in the end didn't matterthough.

The trained behavior of answering thedoor every time I heard a knock took a while to get over, but I didget over it eventually. Behavior changes after so many times of noone being there and logically, the reality of the matter is, in thisworld no one would knock on a door. They'd just enter and search forany thing that could be useful to them. They'd take what they wantedlike I did when this all began. There was also the risk that, likeme, they'd be carrying weapons, be on edge, and a potentially greatthing could turn to disaster rapidly. i wouldn't be shocked. Itwouldn't be a big surprise that it ended in such a way, but by thispoint I have studied up on the history of man and likely become themost studied on the subject of mankind. It's what we do... did. Wesought to improve our own lives while destroying the worlds of thosearound us. Some of us rose above that. Not many, and when they didthey were often stopped before long.

The knock on the door came again. Ihadn't checked before. No point. There wasn't going to be anythingthere. I've looked thousands of times in the past. Nothing was everthere. Why waste my time answering a knock now? But then camesomething I was not expecting, a voice.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

I shot out of my seat, out of my dazeof thoughts about the consequences of what this might mean to me andthe future of mankind. I didn't care. I wanted to see another livingface. A face that wasn't an echo from the past. Hurriedly, I ran tothe door, tripping over a few things that lay between me and thedoor. Why keep a clean house all the time when no one else was thereto tell you how much of a slob you are. You'd think with the rush Iwas in to get to the door I would have just opened it, but those oldbehavior came back. The nervousness of meeting someone that couldchange your life and whether or not you'd make a good impression camerushing back. I stood there at the door, took a deep breath, composedmyself, and turned the handle.

The door cracked open as I pulled itslowly, the fresh air blew in. The brightness of the light made meclose my eyes briefly, but then my eyes adjusted and there before mewas a young half naked woman. I must be dreaming. No, not that typeof dream. I'd taken to not wearing many clothes myself over theyears. I had to be careful about what I powered as over exerting thesolar panels could damage them and then I'd have no power so the airconditioning almost never came on. It seems like she had come to thesame conclusion, that the less clothes in the heat,the better. Shehad a big smile on her face and to me it was brighter than the sun inthe sky.

I stumbled upon my words as I invitedher in, kicking aside the small messes that were in the way beforegoing to grab some nice cold, pure water. I didn't know whathardships she had had to deal with in the last few years, but I hadalways figured that the if there were others alive out there thatthey likely had a harder time getting by. Not because of mymechanical expertise or my physical readiness. Had someone asked meif I was going to able to survive or be in such luxary as the worldfalls apart around me I'd have said I'd be among the first to die.The comfort that I now lived in came not from any physical readinessas all the supplies I needed were pretty easily accessible when Ididn't have to compete with others. It was the fact that I knew whereto look and what to look for that allowed me to sustain myselfeasily.

As I presented the pure water to herin a clean cup the young woman seemed to be rather surprised. Shedidn't seem to be scared, but she also didn't seem to be open. Sheseemed to be assessing the situation, assessing what I might do.That's not all that unexpected. I don't know who she is, where shecame from, or what she wants from me. It didn't escape me that shebeing here also meant that there will be hope for humanity for a fewmore years, but I don't think that would be a wise thing to bring upat the moment. I don't want to scare her. I don't want to make herthink that I have ill intentions. Not that it really matters. I'm bigand strong enough to do whatever I wanted with her, but is thatsomething I could live with? Is it something that the world thatmight be reborn from those actions could live with? perhaps aftermany generations and when history becomes mythology it may, but thenthe world may never forget. I sat down across from her, my eyesremain transfixed. I think we were both waiting for the other to makethe first move. It was sort of like being on a first date, neitherperson knowing what the others' reactions might be and not wanting toscare them off.

The problem isn't so much that they are changing things, as that's basically what happens every month, but rather the why and the how that pisses me off.

I like Batman. Let me correct myself. I like modern age Batman. I like the modern age, as go I think most people... or at least the majority of people like the majority of the modern age.

And I don't have a problem with the modern age coming to an end or them rebooting. What I have a problem with is that they are doing it stupidly and not all that well from what I can tell and they aren't ending the stories so much as just not writing them any more because they don't seem to be able to figure out how to any more for a few characters or some idiot doesn't want to write anything they didn't create from the ground up.

If read Batman after this relaunch it is not the character I like. It is not the character that I wanted to support by getting this book. There is no attachment because this isn't the same character and I don't care to read what happens to that new character that has the same name.

Maybe I will like these new characters, but I don't see why I would. They're bastardizations of the characters I like with incomplete histories so every time I read them I will be thinking this character sucks bring back my character or that rocks, that would have worked well with my character.

I think that if they really wanted to do something like this they should have canceled a lot of the worse books, streamlining the ones they already have, and then launch an Ultimate line up that has Batman at it's center rather than Superman. I never really did get how Superman is all hat inspirational... He's got a lot of powers, that's not something that makes me go "If he can do it I can too," but Batman, having people say that about him, that makes sense. I'd also kill a number of Batman books, as much as I love them...please stop.

OH and the reason you don't hear much about when they did it to Wonder Woman 50 times is because it's happened so many times and noone cares and those who do don't stand out enough because there is 60 other titles... it's kinda like the whole, when they did it to george you were silent, when they did it to judie you were silent, now that it's happening to you want me to help you? Not going to happen.

forum ate a better post than this...and I don't feel like retyping...ironically.

Basically I want to write on random topics and ideas...however coming up with those topics and ideas myself would slow the process of what I want to do down and i'd also likely subconsciously reject topics which I don't want to happen...

So could you guys post some ideas/topics to write about... It can be mundane or fantastic... a single word or a sentence or two... I'll work from anything in the list.

Starting Monday I'm going to try to write on at least one of the topics/ideas each day and probably get more than one done a day.

you could just look at the tron costume lines and compare them to the costumes of characters that might show up in such things and you'd probably get the right answer pretty quickly.

I did not say filler.

By I think the 3rd season most of the characters were completely different characters that never experienced growth but rather they just changed without explanation.

There was even characters that were wastes of time, joining the crew and then randomly leaving, or just popped in because suddenly they needed them for some plot point and then they were never talked about.

The show is very schizophrenic to say the least, but that doesn't mean it wasn't good.


Also, there were story lines in X-Files? As far as I know it was a crime drama with aliens more or less... It's pretty hard to meander when you don't have an actual story you're trying to tell... it's like saying that the Twilight zone meanders because every show is a different story.

Marvel...
Now cheaply knocking off Tron designs...