May 14, 2003

May 14 2003

Heh. From this journal, about watching the end of Neon Genesis Evangelion:

Just as watching “the Self-Loathing episodes” had the positive side effect of making me love myself, affirming that I have value and purpose, and filled me with the will to live and not be anything like Shinji Ikari, so did the OTHER End of Evangelion make me love all other anime. I love you, Dai-Guard. I love you, Gatchaman. I love you, His and Hers Circumstances. I love you, Gunsmith Cats. I love you, Rune Soldier Louie. I love you, Excel Saga. I love you, Boogiepop Phantom. Your ending was weird but it tried to explain things to us. I love you, Princess Nine. Your ending was terrible but at least it made sense in a disappointing way.

So there you have it. The real ending of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Watch all of Neon Genesis Evangelion except for the last two episodes. Then, watch the first cinematic episode where Little Asouka realizes that her mother’s spirit is watching over her and she eviscerates the 9 evil Evangelions. Then, return the DVD’s you’ve rented to the store and NEVER, EVER watch any more of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Because you now know the REAL ending: Pedro, Miss Will, G-Force, Dai-Guard, and the Boogiepop Phantom, hereafter known as the Crisis On Neon Genesis Evangelion Revenge Squad (C.O.N.G.E.R.S.) showed up. They gave Shinji a copy of The Joy of Sex, killed Seele, killed Commander Ikari, saved Asouka, turned Rei into a real little girl, and brought everyone else back to life. They also made that Ritsuko woman face the fact that she’s actually gay and she and that girl that worked the computers at Central Dogma moved in together and had a healthy, happy relationship, just like the resurrected Kaji and Mitsuko. (I’ve misspelled at least one of the names, I know. Heck with it. I’m not looking them up to be sure.) The end. Go enjoy the show.

Last weekend was a whole lot of fun.

Saturday, I helped a friend move. There’s just something good about manual labor in service to a friend.

…That may seem facetious. It’s honestly not. You know that feeling you get after doing a good deed, when you’re driving down the road and feel like a million bucks? That’s what I’m talking about.

(And that’s an interesting comment on our culture…that the apex of good feelings is equated with a large amount of money.)

I then went shopping, and bought a whole bunch of stuff; nothing really amazing, though.

On Sunday, after a great church service in the historic chapel at The Falls Church, my parents came by my apartment, and we had a great time just talking.

Then, two friends of mine came over to play Redemption, and we spent about five hours together. Very cool. It was one of those times when five hours feels like fifteen minutes.

That’s all that’s been happening to me. I’ve been purposefully avoiding my creative projects, as a mini-vacation for my Muse. He appreciates it.

See, for the past several months I’ve been pushing myself to be creative. I got to the point where I was driving myself to exhaustion in the pursuit of creative productivity. That’s bad. Unfortunately, if I simply cut back on the number of projects, things might become more clear, but they wouldn’t achieve the razor-sharp clarity that complete emptiness provides.

People say that you should “do what you love.” There’s a difference between what you’d love to do, and what’s important to you. It’s the latter that you should do.

I’m beginning to see exactly what’s important to me.

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