TAG! No One's IT.

Last week, Willett Elementary School in Attleboro, Mass., became one of four schools nationwide to ban the playground game of "tag".

Last week, Willet Elementary School also became one of four schools nationwide to showcase their collective stupidity to the world.

Let's see, what possible reason could this school, or any others of the Anti Tag Collective have for the banning of this rite of childhood? Well, here's a list:

1. It's physically dangerous
2. It's psychologically dangerous.

That's a pretty short list, but obviously that's enough to not only ban "tag" but "dodge ball" as well.

You know, kids are pretty resilient. They fall down, they get scraped knees, they get back up and play some more. You can't learn to get up unless you fall first, you know.

But kids will trip over their own shoelaces while sitting still, they don't need to run around chasing each out to fall down, so the "physically dangerous" excuse is bull.

Heck, you wanna play what's dangerous in the schoolyard? How about football?  Football is physically dangerous.

Tag is running. Football is running and hitting.

Running=good. Hitting=ouch.

And the stigma of being "It" is psychologically detrimental? Maybe it's just me, but I enjoyed being "It." You hunted down your classmates, and tagged them, hard! That's fun. But seriously, you want to talk about what is psychologically dangerous? How about a quarterback picking on a nerd everyday? Then that nerd comes back with a gun and shoots up the school.

THAT is psychologically AND physically dangerous wouldn't you say?

You want to ban dangerous school activities?

Ban FOOTBALL, not tag.

Then we can all learn to speak French and salute a white flag.

6/6/06-The Time is NOW!

We are in The End Times.

The signs are all around, let we continue to ignore them.

Nature is revolting.
Wars are spreading.
Famine, pestilence, and poverty....

And now, the biggest sign of them all, the Antichrist has been revealed, yet we continue to ignore it.

I've read Revelation. It starts now.

It ends in December of 2012, according to the Mayan calendar... but it starts now, 6 years, 6 months before the end of times.

Open your eyes!

The Antichrist smiles, lures you into a false sense of security, introduces you to the New "Religion" of  "Science" and leads you away from the true path!

TOM CRUISE, you sanctimonious jackass, I HAVE YOUR NUMBER!
 
IT IS SIX HUNDRED THREESCORE AND SIX!

That, and I saw "Eyes Wide Shut", and I want my money back.

The Unwashed Masses

Florida does not host many Sci-Fi, Comic, Toy, or Pop Culture Conventions. 

It has two main ones, in Orlando: FX and Megacon. Both these shows occur about the same time, once a year. Usually around January or February.

This is unlike California or NY which seem to host one every month it seems.

Being a fan, I do not mind this. Once a year I make my trek, fill in gaps in my various collections, meet a few D-list celebrities, and on the rare occasion, get to hang out with a childhood icon. My favorite pastimes though, are dork-watching and anime catgirl-counting. My NOT-SO favorite pastime is stink-avoidance. This is what I wish to address here.

Now listen, I understand your nature. You have pasty white skin, due to your avoidance of the sun, being that you live in your mom's basement or above her garage. You are not used to being around so many people, since you spend all your time online playing WoW. That's okay. Every society needs its Morlocks.

But com'on... it's only once a year. Would it kill you to shower for your yearly trip to the surface world?

What? You say that like Samson, your entire HALO fragging l33t skills, and comic minutia reciting powers lay in your unwashed greasy long hair? To this I counter, all your no-girl getting skills also reside within that Crisco covered coif.

I know your mom buys all your stuff for you; your tighty whitey undies don't restock on their own. I bet if you checked the bathroom (that's the "Reading Room" to you) you'll see she's also stocked up on Suave shampoo hoping to get you a girl one day so she can get you the heck out of her house.  So no excuses.

Let me put this in a way you'd understand:

You're the Moleman.

You want to get with Sue Storm? 

Become Reed Richards.