Man…
probably the most mysterious species on our planet.
A mystery of unanswered questions.
Who are we?
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
How do we know what we think we know?
Why do we believe anything at all?
Countless questions in search of an answer…
an answer that will give rise to a new question…
And the next answer will give rise to the next question and so on.
But, in the end, isn’t it always the same question?
And always the same answer?
The ball is round. The game lasts 90 minutes. That’s a fact.
Everything else is pure theory.
-Run Lola Run
November 21, 2007 at 9:46 pm
Given Japanese horror film remakes, could you imagine an Americanized Run Lola Run?
November 21, 2007 at 10:12 pm
Explosive, trite, more boobies…less red hair…It would certainly be a tragedy.
November 22, 2007 at 12:07 am
Funny how most of mans prolific thoughts always find their way to the big screen in a scifi pic.
November 22, 2007 at 1:45 am
The moment we no longer have any questions to answer will be the exact moment when everything ceases to be. Without these questions there will be no reason to discover. With no discoveries to pursue there will be no reason to go out and inadvertently leave an impact on the world and others in it. Without these serendipitous collisions of personality and the matter they propel, no new insights are introduced. There for, without the introduction of these mysterious musings of some random passerby, no questions are asked by those in ear shot. And the answers aren’t always the same.
I hope that made sense.
November 22, 2007 at 1:49 am
I just read my own comment and I think my mind just fizzled a little.
November 22, 2007 at 2:55 am
@Josh: But the ball is still round and the game is still 90 minutes. That is all that matters.
November 22, 2007 at 11:36 am
Balls are fun.
November 22, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Also, I thought you said you had a twitter…
November 22, 2007 at 9:59 pm
@E – That would be the worst movie ever. It would include Vin Diesel as Lola, have a lot more explosions [I agree, D], plus include a black and white cut scene with a mime midget who talks about the meaning of time so that everyone really Gets It but at the same time thinks that this film is tre avant-garde because whoa, mime midget.
[Little people, I know.]
@Sarah – Prolific isn’t the word you’re looking for; we’ve had this discussion.
@Josh – Yes, I agree that we should never stop asking questions, but you know, for about an hour letting my mind wander into a void would be fabulously wonderful. Failing that, there is The Drink.
Also, you’d do well in grad school. Mind frizzling = A because teachers don’t really read your opinions as such much tell you that you’re a special snowflake, measure the margins, and pass out A’s and B’s depending on the aforementioned measurements.
@D – I do have twitter, but immediately when I read your comment I remembered I took the feed down. I figured that taking five 160 character twitter messages and converting that into a paragraph – boom, blog post. We have also had that discussion.
@Everyone – You crack me the hell up. Also, most comments for a CW ever. Go Team!
November 22, 2007 at 10:11 pm
Great now you jinxed it, and no one is going to ever post on a CW again.
…uh, right, guys?
November 22, 2007 at 10:50 pm
I can live with mime midgets. That’s not so bad. But you’re talking about talking mimes? Now that’s a “whoa.”
November 22, 2007 at 11:19 pm
I’ll comment on my own CW’s then… like I’ve done in the past.
@E – I know! That would be the breaking of the fourth wall. Or something.
More like a confused director. Or if a mime had a baby with a normal person…mime fetishes?
This is not a good train of thought sir.
November 22, 2007 at 11:33 pm
If a mime screamed on a busy street, but no one could hear him because they were listening to iPods and talking on phones, would a taxi cab still splash him?
November 22, 2007 at 11:35 pm
And if the facepaint smeared off, would he still be a mime?
See…the questions never end damnit.
November 22, 2007 at 11:38 pm
I’m listening to a podcast that mentioned mimes…how appropos.
November 26, 2007 at 8:20 pm
Um 42, the answer to live, the universe, and everything. hehe.