Affirms my belief that the world is batshit crazy.

The Legend of Neil

Looking for a great webshow to watch? Look no further than the Legend of Neil. In the same vein as Dr. Horrible and The Guild, Legend of Neil takes you on adventure through the world of Zelda.

Great shit.

Check it out: The Legend of Neil, Episode One

Doll Takes a Walk

This is just about the creepiest thing I"ve ever seen in my life.

Onward, to DragonCon! To Paradise!

It's official.  I'm going to DragonCon this year, once again.  I went a few years ago and had one of the best weekends of my life.  It's gonna be great.  I'm going to meet tons of my favorite stars and tons of like-minded geeks who worship all things SF&F.

Like Morena Baccarin.
And Jewel Staite.

Yeah.  Unfortunately, I was looking forward to meeting Don S. Davis (aka Scully's Father on X-Files or General George Hammond from Stargate SG-1), but he passed away recently.

Oh, and I'm also going as an SG-1 Member, assuming I can scrape up the dough to get the vest and patches.  I think that's all I need at this point.  Just another $200! 

If you're going to DragonCon and want to meet up for drinks or nerdy gawking at celebrities and naked women covered in paint, drop me a line:  brianseitel (at) gmail.com

Total geekout!

Along the same lines as my last post, I'm feeling more and more like a failure these days. "Why?" you ask.  Well, I've once again failed my save vs OMG-must-have-now! roll.

Check it out, my friends.  Geekdom at its best:  http://www.startrekonline.com/ 

That's right.  Star Trek Online, an MMORPG set in the Star Trek Universe.  Sounds... freaking... awesome!  I wonder what Wil Wheaton would think.  Maybe I should make WWWWT bracelets.

Now all I have to wait for is the Stargate SG-1 MMORPG.  Sweet.

Failures in Geekdom

I've failed. I've failed my save vs. oh-my-god-that's-so-geeky-and-i-have-to-have it again. I've been exposed to Dr. Horrible.

Unfortunately for you, my dear reader, you can't watch it for free anymore. You can, however, head over to iTunes and buy the complete series (45 minutes or so) for a mere $4. Quite a steal. It's probably the best $4 I've ever spent.

Yes, geekiness rules once again. I've not only discovered Dr. Horrible, but I've also been exposed to the greatness that is Felicia Day. After Dr. Horrible, you see, I found out Felicia has a Twitter feed. Now I follow her on Twitter, and every once in awhile, she mentions this Guild thing. So I check it out. (Incidentally, Dr Horrible has a Twitter feed too.)

I've failed my save vs. geekdom again.

www.watchtheguild.com

Watch it. Geek out. Love it.

I'm gonna get the DVDs when I get some money.

God, I love being a geek.

Mr. Brooks

I watched a movie last night. It was pretty intense. Not intense in that my adrenaline went through the roof or that I was on the edge of my seat. It was intense in the way that my mind raced.

It was a movie about a serial killer. A psychopathic killer who was addicted to the act of murder. He didn't like it. He didn't relish it. His alter ego did, but the man himself did not. His addiction pushed him to do horrible things even though he knew it was wrong.

He managed to give it up for two years, not killing anyone. He was straight for two years until one night he gave in once again. The scene where he murdered a couple showed how much his addiction had been suppressed. The scene after showed how horrified he was that he'd given in to this monster, to this side of him that he'd thought had been suppressed forever.

I think, sometimes, we all have our Marshall's. We all have that inner demon begging us to do things that we know are wrong. And I think that when we give in, that rush that we feel only feeds the addiction. And I think that even when we think we've suppressed such horrible inner demons, they're really just hiding, biding their time for another strike when we're vulnerable, when we're cocky and arrogant and think nothing can hurt us.

Fortunately for the people around me, I'm not a murderer or a psychopathic anything. But I've got my own addictions to certain actions, certain attitudes.

I'm addicted to this computer, for one thing. I tell myself I'll go outside, swim in the pool, run around the block. And my inner demon cries for the Internet. I give in, the addiction flares in response. I never see the light of day.

And I regret. I rage against the addiction. Someday. Someday soon, I'll suppress it for good.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.