Chefelf.com Night Life: Cyzyk - Viewing Profile

I won't be posting the next few days, so I'll say Merry Christmas now. If you aren't a Christian, I'll still say Merry Christmas; it's not my job to keep track of your holidays any more than its your job to keep track of mine, so I'll mind my own business and wish you a merry Christmas. And since Christmas Eve is on a Sunday this year, I've got two Masses to serve tomorrow instead of one. Whoohoo.

Of course, I'll be just PC enough to loop around in twelve or so days to hit up Epiphany for you Orthodox out there. It's good being a Christian Arab, you get two Christmases...

I just started playing this off a PC copy I picked up cheap somewhere, and got two-thirds of the way through when it broke down completely. Wahhh. The store didn't have another copy, and I really don't have an opportunity to play it on a console.

So I read a bunch of FAQs to figure out what happens at the end. Then I found these plot analyses on GameFAQs as well as a pair of forums that consist of nothing but long discussions of symbolism in the games.

So now... wow. I don't think there was so much symbolism in any video game ever. Yay for Pyramid Head, avatar of the guilt and repressed sexuality of a 29 year old clerk!

The UDress Fashion Event, entitled Collision, happened the other day, Saturday the 18 to be precise.

Several hundred people showed up to look at clothes-horses parade up and down a stage. Clothing. Fashion. These words are synonymous with massive multibillion dollar industries. In addition to being large, these industries are completely excessive.

Consider the shoe, or what is more often encountered, the pair of shoes. These range in price from twenty to several hundred dollars. Mine are towards the low end, around fifty. A good leather shoe with velcro can't be gotten cheaper than that, but is comfortable and durable. Assuming I depreciate that over four or five years, I'd say ten to twelve bucks a year for the pleasure of being adequately shod is a decent value. I saw people parading about in high heeled shoes I was told were extremely uncomfortable, clearly less than sturdy, and provided virtally no protection from cold or wet. Such footwear had an estimated value of $200.

What I had begun as a venture in fixing spelling and grammar errors for a (very) small fashion magazine became an escalating abuse of my ethics of modern economy and efficiency. When Cyzyk promises to do a thing, he does it as well as he can do, come hell or high water. I did what I could to help them set the show up, then spent the time of the actual show half a block away pondering the exchange rate on thirty pieces of silver. Admittedly I only betrayed ethics, not morals, but I very much doubt it was worth a can of warm root beer.

I am now developing an idea for an extrapolitical organization bent of ushering in the new world order. Curiously, it does not involve thousand dollar handbags.