Thursday, November 09, 2006
See, I kept my promise. Sorry about going AWOL for a month. That couldn't be helped and frankly a lot of stuff happened to me during the last month.
First, I had to go through a major operation. Ok, not the heart-transplant-operation type of major but considering I've never been admitted to a hospital before in my life, having all of my wisdom teeth removed under general anaesthetic is major enough.
That took me 1 day to recover and at least 6 days for the swelling to go down. By the time I was normal again, I had to hit the books for the exams, which, thankfully, finished yesterday. I suppose I could have posted something in the time between exams, after all, I didn't study 24/7. Actually, when I come to think about it, I only studied the day before the exam, the rest of the time I was either busy reading some books or busy watching Battlestar Galactica.
Now I really do feel terrible. I should have posted something. You, my not-so-gentle readers, might be thinking "that stupid 3vil g3nius is dumping us for some lame sci-fi space opera". If you're thinking so, you're wrong on 3 counts:
1. I am not stupid, I might not be wise, intelligent and articulated but I am in no way stupid.
2. Battlestar Galactica is the best show on TV and it's a shame channel 10 dumped this show for some stupid shit that's called "celebrity joker poker". I was so glad I bought the DVDs instead of watching it on TV at 11 pm every week. Seriously, where else can you find dialogues like this?
Cavill: Chief Tyrol, I am Brother Cavill. I understand you've asked for religious counseling.3. I am not dumping this blog, I just simply couldn't get any time to use the internet at home. We have a bloody dial-up account! That means 4 hours of snail-speed internet every session. However, the good news is that we're getting broadband, granted that it's only ADSL but that means I can be online for most of the day. Guess what I'm gonna do with my broadband connection? Bertwood is disqualified for this. I think I sort of told him yesterday.
Tyrol: I never really believed in psych therapy. My father was a priest.
Cavill: I see. You thought you'd have an easier time with a priest than a real doctor.
Tyrol: Okay. I pray to gods every night. But I don't think they listen to me.
Cavill: Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting and singing and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry. And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing.
Tyrol: Are you sure you're a priest?
Cavill: I've been preaching longer than you've been sucking down oxygen. And in that time, I've learned enough to know that the gods don't answer prayers. We're here on our own. That's the way they set things up. We have to find our own answers, our own way out of the wilderness without a nice little sunny path all laid out in front of us in advance.
Tyrol: That's what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to find my way.
Cavill: Well, it's not going to get better until you see what the problem is. And the problem is, you're screwed up, heart and mind. You. Not the-not the gods or fate or the universe. You.
Tyrol: Thanks for the pep talk.