So here you go. You put off thinking about “the future” and all that jazz. Or you thought you knew what followed step #45 or whatever. Or you grasp hazy half formed conjectures that hold off rational thought.

Fact of that matter is you’re not cutting it. Can’t even force yourself to be more coherent then that.

Music. Movies. Whatever. Conjectures contrived to contort consciousness! Duh!

So somebody asked me today to punch them as hard as I could on their palm. As I complied, the person simultaneously slugged me in the back. A lesson in constant vigilance I believe it was.

So just because Batman achieved all this greatness on his own, with no superpowers, that doesn’t discount how much more of a superhero Superman is. So if the two ever fought, the outcome depends on which happens first. If Superman finds out they’re fighting to the death, and he already has Batman in his sights, then Batman gets a face full of laser beams, end of story. But if Superman finds out, and Batman is somewhere else, then he’s toast, cause Batman will find someway to kill him before he realizes what’s happening.

So I google image searched my name, “Jordan Luna,” and this was the first picture that came up.

Pretty badass. I think that sums up my mood.

Half the reason we like stuff is not the actual merit of the object or whatever, but rather the circumstance we were exposed to it. For example. If I was introduced to say, American Idol for the first time, (a show I abhor) by Jessica Alba while she lay draped on my lap, I’d be much more inclined to watch it again in the future then I am now.

Youtube is awesome