Sky High

I like the idea of blogging. Not because it is a good idea, no, it's actually a bit stupid. But guess what's more stupid? Writing a diary, or if you want to retain a semblance of pride, a journal. Because when you write a journal, you are writing solely for yourself, no one else is supposed to read it...so what's the point? So you can go back and read your own life story? Niiiccceee.

The fact is, blogs are written so that other people can read them. I don't really expect anyone to read this, nor do I really want anyone too. It is effectively a journal that no one will ever find, that is under a semi-fake name and that contains very little information about me anyway. So I can maintain the facade of not being an egotistical prick, but still write about my life, and as an added bonus, I can pretend to myself that someone would find it interesting.

Yay for self delusion!

I can't deny that I enjoy the idea of having a fake name equally as much as I enjoy writing. My particular fake name "AngeAttack" is not particularly inspiring. It is based on the character of Zach, or "ZachAttack" from the film Sky High. Say what you want about that film, your opinion doesn't matter, and the film is awesome. You come out of it knowing that it's crap, but still loving it and wanting to watch it over and over. I watched it just the other night and enjoyed it greatly.

It's not uncommon for me to enjoy what is in essence, a big waste of cinematic space. I laughed harder in GI Joe than I have laughed at any comedy movie for years, - with the exception of In the Loop, which I watched on the same night. I love you Jamie and Malcolm!!! - I actually fell out of my chair. I also love shitty dance movies, like "You Got Served" and "Step Up 2", not to mention my love of Disney films.

In fact, this whole blog is really a big waste of time. I'm talking about a heap of nothing. Here, now I will talk for a time on yoyos just for amusements sake and because I can.

I remeber attempting yoyos as a child. I was proficient at the basic yoyo movement, but definately never mastered any of the complex moves, such as "Walk th Dog." My yoyo was never special, with shiny bits or flashing lights, and I valued it's simplicity. I always had the secret thought that if my yoyo was flashy, people might believe that I posessed some talent in using said yoyo, which would have resulted in awkward demonstrations of ineptitude.

My cousin who was older than me by a good many years and who was actually born when yoyo's were popular, used to brag about his yoyo skills. He always showed off his yoyo skills and commented on his knowledge of yoyo tricks. It was Andrew who introduced me to "Round the World," the craziest yoyo weapon ever invented.

Andrew prepared to demonstrate the move, and I waited anxiously to improve my yoyo knowledge. A serious, bordering on grim look crossed Andrew's face. Lightening quick, he allowed the yoyo to drop...but rather than flick a wrist and spin the yoyo back up, he proceded to swing the yoyo around his head and run around the back yard. Needless to say, this was not what I had expected, but I quickly grasped the finer points of this wonderous technique.

1. Trick friends - I used the same trick on my friends, and they all loved my "amazing" yoyo skills, "Round the World" always got me a few laughs.

2. Use as Weapon - a swinging yoyo hurts. Trust me.

Ah, the joys of yoyos.