Dang, HOW long has it been since I've done a HIMYM theory?

Anyway, here's my latest, partly inspired by the latest episode, but also an idea I've had for a while, and I've just got to get it out now:

I think that Barney Stinson is dead in the future.

( The evidence presented below the cut: )


Thoughts? More evidence, for or against? Because I kind of want to be proven wrong on this one.

Random inarticulate thought (courtesy of my friend rebeccanne4, who finally got an LJ!!!) before I go to bed:

When it comes down to it, all superheroes are just vigilantes. The obvious ones that come to mind here are Batman and Spiderman, since there are rewards out for their capture and they're actually called vigilante heroes in the movies/comics and everything. But really, they all are. Even the ones the public likes, like Superman.

All a vigilante is is someone who takes the law into his or her own hands, rather than leaving the crimefighting up to the police. Maybe they can do it better just because they've got superpowers, but they're still outlaws in their own way. They just don't do bad stuff like the criminals do.

That's why the People sued the Supers in The Incredibles. (Don't you love it when I can work Pixar references into things?) They were breaking the law, and sure, they were helping people, but it was still illegal. Did that make it wrong? I certainly don't think so. I don't think most people would just stand by and let crime happen just because they weren't official police officers. But does condoning superheroes mean we should condone all vigilantes? Even the ones like in Boondock Saints, who go on killing sprees in the name of Jesus or justice or Ireland or whatever?

The laws in superhero-type stories like Batman and Spiderman don't make a whole lot of sense, because clearly the superheroes wouldn't need to step up if the police could handle all the crime themselves. But do superheroes they have a civic duty to do good works just because they're aliens, or had sucky childhoods, or got bitten by radioactive preschoolers? Do any of them just lie low and live out a normal life even though they've got these powers? I guess not... that'd make for a pretty boring comic.

But superheroes aren't even real, so why did I bother to type any of this out? Good question. Of course, that's never stopped me from writing about anything before.

I told you I was inarticulate. (Though I can still type that word somehow.)

(This one's for idioticonion, who requested a Ted/Lily theory as research for her AU fic.)

Part of what makes HIMYM so enjoyable is observing the relationships that make up the show, both romantic and platonic. Over four seasons, we’ve all fallen in love with Marshall-and-Lily, Robin-and-Barney, Ted-and-Your-Mother, and so many others. But out of all 10 possible character combinations, one of them could be a secret, subtexty love story between two rather unlikely characters, fraught with complications of unrequited love and involvement by other parties. I’m speaking, of course, of the relationship between Ted and Lily.

Yes, you read that correctly. Do not attempt to change the settings on your monitors.

( Lily and Ted made out. What do you think of that, ROBIN? )

To commemorate the new year (which doesn't start until next week, but whatev), I'm going to compile a list of the 10 best things I saw, heard, or discovered this year. This, perhaps, is going to be the ultimate fangirly post. Because I saw, heard, and discovered a LOT of really amazing stuff this year. Let's see if I can narrow it down to just 10!

( X-TREME gushing below the cut!! )

( Under a cut because there are lots of them. Kind of. )

Those are all the HIMYM thoughts I have. Oh, and Pushing Daisies? Two words: Holy. Crap. Redux coming soon.

I love being home for break. It's so relaxing. Though I do have to go to work tomorrow, which will be less relaxing. =P

Oh, and big news: I didn't get kicked out of honors for my GPA this semester!!!! *thumbs up icon* Nope, it took a bit of a dip, but it's still holding pretty steady. Yay. Biggest news: A in creative writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My short story didn't kill my portfolio after all!  =D

It's 2:40 in the afternoon... I should probably get dressed now.

Drabble repost! =)

( Necrophilia )



Yay.

In other news, the word of the day is bitterness. Specifically over the crap situation I found myself in at the end of senior year. I wouldn't even bring it up now except that I wrote my nonfiction narrative on it, and it made me realize just how pissed off I was and still am. And now - guess what? - I need to rant.

( Anecdote/rant inside. )

Rambling and semi-coherent anec-rant over.

Never before has a sitcom brought out the English major in me with such ferocity.

After watching the episodes of this show several hundred times each, I began to notice a very strange correlation between the games the characters play and their love lives. Namely: Ted's fascination with claw machines, Barney and Robin's affinity for Battleship, and, of course, Marshgammon. Though at first these games don't seem to have much to do with the characters themselves, they end up being complex (and well-hidden) metaphors for the characters' romantic journeys.

Read on, and hopefully it'll make sense.

( Cuz I got game, bitches. )


And three hours later, this post is concluded.

Seriously. I don't know how sitcom writers do it. I guess this must be why there are so many mediocre comedies out there and so many common storylines that every sitcom ever has done: everyone's copying everyone else, because writing comedy is too hard to do on your own.

I'm only saying this because I was saying in the last entry that I wanted to write a comedic short story, but I'm finding out that it's impossible. So I'm (reluctantly) ditching the idea. Still keeping some funnier stuff in, I think, like banter between characters or whatever. But it's going to be an angstfest towards the end. If all goes to plan. Nothing's actually written yet, of course; it's still percolating in my head. (Is that the best word? Fermenting? Ripening? Stewing? Now I'm hungry.) But once I get it all worked out in my head, it's all going to come out at once, and I'll be on fiyah.

But speaking of comedy, I'm hoping to take a class on it during winter term. Hopefully, that will make it easier for me to write said funny things without sounding like a crackhead. It's the plot that, for me, ends up making comedy writing most difficult. Dialogue is hard too, but once you get the characters down it's not too bad.

LJ keeps killing my internet. It's annoying. Maybe God is sending me a message to get off my frickin' computer.

I went bowling last night. I bowled a 25. Be impressed with my incompetence.

I finally watched the movie I'm basing my 20-page research paper on for cinema. Guys, Birth of a Nation is the most racist movie I've ever seen. It's also one of the dullest. I almost fell asleep like 5 times, but then I reminded myself to wake up because it's a silent movie and if your eyes aren't open, you're going to miss everything. Except for "Dixie" playing 20 times. And "O Christmas Tree" 3 times, when there's not a single Christmas scene in the entire 3-hour thing. Anyway, the movie's all about the KKK saving the war-ravaged South from the black people. And it's... just awful. No explicit violence, of course, since it was made in like 1915, but the implications the premise had were all just disgusting. Because every black character in the movie was either a rapist, a rabble-rouser, or a servant of the white characters. The members of the KKK, meanwhile, are always riding around saving the women from the blacks, accompanied by heroic music. Talk about your revisionist history. Which, coincidentally, this movie might be one of the first actual examples of. I can't talk about this movie any more right now, because I'm just going to be incoherent and angry-sounding.

Whatever. I need to wash this out of my brain with some Buffy (since I finally went and got season 4!). At least the characters talk in that. And don't want to lynch everything. ...Just stab things. Which is different. Somehow.

(Hey, the icon's still Whedon! It fits! Shut up!)

I know, I'm super late getting into the Buffy fandom. Like, 10 years too late. But while spending late hours watching the 3rd season on DVD, I realized just how, um, educational it is for young minds. (Much like The Office has taught me what not to do as an RA... yeah.) So here we go:

The Top 10 Things I've Learned From ODing on Buffy DVDs!

( Nerdity at its finest! )