What the Bleep Do We Know?! is really a very odd movie. Very, very, very New Age-y at times. And I think I missed where they went from jumping atoms to "All are one, and one with God," so it just seemed creepy. Furthermore they offered no documentary captions for the speakers--didn't tell us their credentials, essentially. You know that advertising technique where they stick a random guy in a lab coat to make him seem like a scientist? Well, in this movie, they had a guy in a lab coat with brain imaging pictures in the background--but no caption to tell us "(name) (profession)," so for all I know it could be some random guy. Not good ethos at all. Tch tch tch.
Oh, and apparently scientists have made a light, big enough to be visible to the naked eye, that is in two places at once. It would look like two lights, but it's actually the same one and in two places at once. Or so they say. However, it seems the Bleep people weren't a big enough deal to actually obtain footage of said dual location light. Another strike on their credibility.
I'm probably demonstrating several things from a list that Snuffles showed me yesterday: 26 Reasons What You Think is Right is Wrong. But I have a right to be skeptical if I don't find their argument ethical. Oh look a rhyme.
Staunch resolution to believe in what I believe even in the face of scientific information aside.
Speech was a little less Earth-shattering. During lunch, actually, which isn't speech but occurs right in the middle of speech (yeah... that's weird) I held my own in a Kingdom Hearts conversation! What? That's possible? Actually, it was a KHII conversation. (Read as: "Look, I can tell the difference!") R.G. has a very potent wariness of Organization XIII, it seems, so whenever she hears the word "organization" or the number "13," it makes her unhappy. Being violently opposed to the number 58, I can't really criticize. xD In any case I had mentioned the number thirteen (which has--regrettably?--become one of my default "random numbers") earlier, and she decided that I was an Organization XIII spy; not only that, but that I was her Nobody. (Since we're similar in so many ways.) But then I protested that I didn't have an X in my name! Therefore I couldn't possibly belong to O-XIII! And then she mentioned a name I didn't understand. And I sang the Sora song for her. (Embarrassing, as she's in choir and that song is not in my range for a single second. xD)
That reminds me: earlier this morning, I finally started the B=M essay. That's right; I'm writing an essay on a manga. Willingly. You crazy girl. xD I am doomed to be an English major.
Would you like some writing?
This was inspired by Bleep. (Like Fleep, only scientific!) The strange (almost scary) thing about it is that it would make such lovely, fascinating stories about mental abilities. Lovely fiction stories. Creepy if not fiction.
However, this is fiction.
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Lucy Coronado stared through the window at the prisoner. He was unconscious--sedated. Deep shadows emphasized the contours of his face.
"This is the killer?" she asked Strelow, the prison warden.
"Yeah," replied the warden tensely.
"And yet you say he's been in prison--under strict care due to dangerous mental deterioration--during the entire killing spree."
"Yes."
Lucy looked over the rims of her glasses. "Explain."
"It appears," Strelow said with an almost apologetic look on his face, "that he has been killing people simply by willing their death--by thinking of it."
"That's impossible." Lucy's face contracted with irritation. "I am conducting an investigation, Mr. Strelow; I need facts, not far-fetched occult stories."
"I know it seems ridiculous," the warden answered, running a hand through his short hair, "but ever since he first came to us with the claim--"
"You listened to the claim of a criminally insane man?"
"If you would listen, Ms. Coronado," Strelow said severly; Lucy shut her mouth and he continued, "Believe me, we are not fools enough to take the word of an insane man at face value. But he predicted the deaths to the second, and all the victims have either been personally connected to him or opposed to his radical views. Coincidence cannot explain away twelve murders that fit those criteria. Scharf here can do the impossible: he can kill with his mind. We were forced to make that decision, Ms. Coronado, through careful scientific observation. I can provide you with our data, if you would like."
"I would like to see the data," Lucy replied snidely. "And has that scientific observation come up with an explanation for why this man can do the impossible?"
Strelow wet his lips nervously. "We have, madam," he said gravely.
"Well?"
"He can do this because in his madness, he has forgotten that it is impossible."
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Obviously, it's partially inspired by Death Note as well. In fact the notes I wrote on my binder yesterday were "DN" and "insanity."
Also,
My pirate name is:
Mad Ethel Cash
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!
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