L A R P

A live action role-playing game (LARP) is a form of role-playing game where the participants physically act out their characters' actions. The players pursue their characters' goals within a fictional setting represented by the real world, while interacting with one another in character. The outcome of player actions may be mediated by game rules, or determined by consensus between players.

The first LARPs were run in the late 1970s, inspired by role-playing games and genre fiction. The activity gained international popularity during the 1980s, and has diversified into wide variety of styles. Play may be very game-like, or may be more concerned with dramatic or artistic expression. The fictional genres used vary greatly, from realistic modern or historical settings to fantastic or futuristic eras. Production values are sometimes minimal, but can involve elaborate venues and costumes. LARPs range in size from small private events lasting a few hours to huge public events with thousands of players lasting for several days.

I've been completely blown away by this shit. I watched two documentaries about LARP in the past week, Monster Camp and Darkon. Fuck. I have no other words for it. I love Star Wars more than someone probably should, but I know it isn't real. I wish it was. Oh god do I.

This whole LARP thing is beyond me. Creating a whole other existence just seems like a cop out to facing your real problems. Mike has toruble talking to girls and staying focused in school. So he becomes "Dragamite the Rapist" and spends his weekends pretending to be the Jack the Ripper of the land of "Lohedia".

These "warriors" (virgins) get all decked out in their "armor" (cardboard shields and wiffle ball bats covered in foam) and storm the "battle field" (a local soccer field) to "dominate their opponents" (show who is the most virginist of the virgins).

Shit.

I have a few geeky tattoos, read comics, and watch cartoons. But I know what a boob feels like, and knowing is half the battle.

I Just Don't Get It.

I've been told that I let little things ruin everything for me. I don't see it that way. I just don't see how these little things can be ignored by the general public.

1. Juno - "swear to blog", this one line made me want to rape my own brain for allowing my hand to access my wallet and remove my debit card so I could withstand 2 hours of shit. I don't know where to begin with this steaming pile of cinematic trash. I really wanted this movie to start a trend where it's cool to get all babied up and drop it off with some yuppie lady whose never was musician husband bounced out on her because he secretly has some pedo tendencies and likes to cuddle with smart mouthed high school girls who wear scarves year round. I think he really left because she had small plates for ears. Look at Jennifer Gardner and tell me you don't want to shove a feather in her nose and push her off a building.

2. Samuel L Jackson - I fucking hate this guy. He talks in rhythm. Watch any movie with this no talent hack. He's famous because he has no artistic integrity and will pick up whatever gets thrown at him. He's getting all the screen time he can get. He knows it's just a matter of time before the rest of the world catches on to whats going on. We get it. You yell "Mother Fucker" and people cheer. People cheered when Gallagher smashed fruit too. Just saying.
Too bad it won't happen before he puts BAMF on a fucking light saber. God I hate him. I hate him like I hate people who go to Bonneroo.
I'm really hoping the movie Soul Men is cursed. Isaac Hayes - Dead. Bernie Mac - dead. *** Fingers Crossed ***

There's a ton more. I could go on for days. As for now I'm going to attempt to stomach Pulp Fiction. Cole said it's awesome and I should give it a chance. I'm going to try. Chances are as soon as I hear Mr. Hackson (see what I did there?) I will throw up in my mouth and have to run to the bathroom. By then I will have missed enough of the plot to not care anymore. I will turn it off and go watch old Simpson's episodes.