Emotions

Off late, I've started wondering whether everything is functional in my mind.

Yes, this is one of those venting, confused pieces, so if you aren't interested in reading further, please, come back next week - I'm sure to have something productive written by then.

Most of my life, decisions have been rather simple. If they seemed insurmountable, and after an exaggerated herculean effort, they were still choices that I could live with.

Now a days I just feel like every move I'm making is the wrong one.

It sucks that I can't stay on a straight line. Mainly because it means that most decision I make, say, yesterday, I might regret, today.

I'm so confused. And disappointed.

I'm ashamed to seemingly be unable to react emotionally to emotional situation. God know that I want to cry, but I just can't.

I don't cry when people die. I don't cry when a sad movie plays. I don't cry when someone precious to me cries.

I just feel hollow.

I feel, fake. I can laugh at jokes, hell, I'll crack 50 of them in an hour. But I can't seem to cry - and believe me, I've made people cry a lot.

It makes me sick to write that, but it's the truth. I've seen people cry because of me so many times, I've lost count. And all I can do is stare back at them - emotionless. Hollow.

But I'm not hollow, at least, I don't think I am.

So many of my emotions as a child have gone straight into the bitter box that I think after 7th or 8th grade, I just stopped crying about things that caused me emotional pain. I believe that I've just taken every emotion from then on and placed it in this huge box.

Anger, Rage, Greed, Hatred, Compassion, Hope, Despair, and all the others.

But most importantly Love. Love was placed in that box of turbulent, corrupt emotions.

I'd like to divert onto a tangent here, on Love:

What is love? (not a reference to the song) I mean, society tells us that we have to love our parents, that we have to love our family. But what is LOVE?

When you meet someone, how do you know that it's love? what makes one sure that it's not just a pure sexual attraction? Is it the emotional connection that develops? Is it an evolution of a similar strand of friendship?

Or is it just that you wake up and realize, 'I love that person'

It is a word that gets thrown around so much.

"I love this song"             "I love this movie"              "I love this dish"             "I love that shirt"

How do we know what we really love? Even a song that we love, we get sick of after putting it on repeat for 2 weeks.

The concept and term love has been perversed and polluted by television and media, so much so that it's actually become a synonym for sex.

So once again, where or rather how, do you define 'love'?

I have no idea.

So, all these emotions; Anger and Rage being some of the strongest emotions in there with the innocence of love.

I can imagine a 'pandora's box' like scene where the box gets opened, but rather than all the seperate components flying out, it's mutated. It's been corrupted into a mass of emotional muck.

Now, forensics is trying to sift through it. But it's taking time. And most often than not, they are finding wrong emotions with a degree of love in it. Fear, Worry, Care. All these things are embedded with love. If love was assembled, it would very much have these components in it. But at the same time, there are trace elements of love in Anger, Resentment, Sadness and other negative emotions.

How do these things work together?

If they don't then how do they get pried apart?

Does one need a helping hand? or can it be done alone?

So many questions. But never any answers.

I don't know about love. I don't know about my emotions.

All I know is that whenever I say goodbye, I wish I had never said it.

All I know is that whenever I say hi, I wish I had never said it.

I want to make a decision. Stick with it from now till death does me in, but until I sort through this emotional mostrositiy that is ME..... I'll never be convinced that I made the right choice.

Hopefully then, I'll be able to cry, and maybe then I won't be considered such an emotionless robot.

The Modernization of Indian Music

If it's not broken it doesn't need fixing.

When was the last time you as an individual sat back and listened to some Classical Indian Music? Perhaps a folk song?

I'm sure that many Indians today would respond by saying that they haven't. Not since they sat with their parents and listened to it, possibly grumbling as it played.

Indian Music in the traditional sense has been observed to have belly-flopped when it comes to being used in a modern, commercial sense, and that too, on a global platform.

Indian Music can essentially (in my perspective, please forgive and correct me of any mistakes) be divided into Classical Music, Bollywood Music and Fusion.

Classical Music is really where the magic is made in my opinion, I find that the singers are so in tune with the concept of making a balad that the work immediately is given life that cannot be matched. The artist places their soul into the music, something that you won't really see in Bollywood Music.

Bollywood, the Indian derivative of Hollywood, this is where the popular songs come from. The songs that are written to win awards and give a Hindi movies a soul. (forgive me, but I can't help but laugh writing that Hindi Movies have soul. If one does, it's truly a rare case!) These songs are stolen, from Hollywood, from Western Artists, and others; truly, Bollywood is where the most basic work of art will be copied, twisted and defiled before being smacked onto screens across India.

Fusion is the main objective of this post.

Recently, I've come across a show that is run by MTV called Sound Trippin, the show involves a crew that travels across India, recording sounds that might seem random to any of us and turn it into a song. Yes, there is a great deal of sound mixing and 'autotuning' of the sounds to make them more rhythmic, however, after listening to their first seasons soundtrack, I am amazed, just because it really affirms that concept that there is music in everything, and that fact is one which (if I am correct) was essential in Indian Classical Music, that the sounds would represent something from life.

The songs are amazing - yes, there is a great deal of techno and bass drums that has been put into it, but it's not necessarily a remix as it's still random sounds.

Another show that is known for a similar theme is a show called The Dewarists. I haven't seen it, however, I believe that it looks more at classical music and renewing those tunes.

Reverting back to the quote at the start, I was asked a question, more than half a year ago, about what Indian Classical Music was lacking, why wasn't it popular with the youth today. I thought about it, and realized, that we would still find it moving and amazing if we sat and listened to it, however, it's hard to do that when literally the entire global thought process is to idolize computer generated tunes and to love the artists that can make a 'kick ass song' but be unable to perform on stage (you know which artists). Music has been commercialized, that part is very much certain.

I remember that my response when a little along the lines of encouraging some degree of fusion. There are good things to the computer tunes, just like how there are amazing things about Classical Music. The only way to revive one when the other is supreme is to mix it up.

You never know what might happen, but if the Music is Good. People will Listen.

Why Do We Travel

Go for a walk.

Go for a run.

Go out and loaf.

Why?

When a person travels, in my opinion, there must be a reason for it. One does not simply go out without a purpose.

Go and visit family, Go to the store, Go out to burn calories.

There is a reason to travel.

And we all have to find that reason, but traveling for the sake of traveling. Is like eating for the sake of eating. It's a zero sum game, nothing changes and so nothing will ever grow from it.

Sadly, when I think of jumping on my bike and pedaling away into the sunset. I mostly get stopped by the single horrifying thought: I have to get back too.

Like Samwise Gamgee, I keep faith in a return journey, when in reality, all that should be in my mind is the journey itself. However, doing that can be likened to jumping out of a plane.

I live in a city that I am still tremendously unfamiliar with, and to cycle out without a return plan - is a sure plan for me to realize kilometers from Pune that I'm shit tired, and I can't get back...

I am unfortunately chained to the city. By having luxuries like a bed, food, water coolers and even my laptop, it chains me to return. That is why one has to admire the Buddhist treatment of material possessions, they don't (ideally, and correct me if I'm wrong) have them. Nothing that isn't essential is kept. That's why they walk around in robes and have such happy faces (Again, subject to personal observation).

Letting go seems like such an unbelievably easy course of action. However, little do we know that it is now the toughest thing to do. It's an addiction. Ask a person who smokes, to stop smoking - and they will respond (possibly) with how hard it is. That difficulty is nearly hundredfold when it comes to surrendering the things that we no longer treat as luxuries, but rather as our 'god given right'.

Traveling is a fun and exciting thing, but the more look at it, traveling is either the celebration of having mountains of wealth and the safety that comes with it. Or it is the celebration of not having a fixed connection to the world, to know that you can sleep anywhere, because you don't have anywhere else to sleep.

Traveling should happen for the journey. And sadly, I feel that that journey can only happen when you don't keep checking your phone for the time, realizing that you have an assignment tomorrow or that you suddenly miss someone. You should be fit to sentence yourself to that reality, that you are committed to the trip and to turn back would be tantamount to failing your ancestors, after all. If they never made it out the front door, you'd have never been born.

Ride North

Remember how I've said that life is going great and all that jazz?

Forget that.

I remember a quote by Dr. Seuss, and I'm going to butcher it a bit "You know you can't sleep when reality is finally better than your dreams"

I've found myself agreeing with this statement from time to time, however, I will say loudly, that I do not agree with him.

When you can't sleep, that's when life sucks. Because your body is keeping you awake so that you do something so that you are able to sleep with some semblance of content.

I'm trying to write a book, but the words aren't coming.
I'm trying to start a company, but that is permanently shelved cause I don't have the time for it.
I'm trying to get fit, but can't be motivated.

I'm trying to do so much, when it is so easy to just sit and listen to music.

Instead. I guess, I have to do.

(Please understand that this little rant, is my way of giving myself a pep-talk. The asylum is sadly, understaffed. We had a few people abruptly quit and they stole everything that wasn't nailed down.)

Great, a song I positively detest has come on. I'd delete it, but it used to have happy memories attached to it, but not so much anymore, and the person who quit stole the delete button.

Bah Humbug.

When I set my mind to something, it is balanced on a needle point. Quite literally, ANY distraction will send everything into an abyss and I'll be forced to choose what to grab onto. So when someone comes and gives a nice big push, you get me, writing at 2 am about things which don't make sense, hearing songs that make my heart blacken ever so slightly.

I have a plan for 2013. And it's a tough one. I'm all set to learn more about myself, about my limits and what all I can achieve. But it's always scary to face this, and always so easy to run to comfort.

The one new thing I want to do is just travel.

I want to fill my water bottle, pack a bag, charge my camera, grab my helmet and leap onto my cycle and just ride. Ride North.

Ride north, away from Home, away from friends that don't talk to me, away from college. Away from familiarity. Not for anything else, but just the pure quest for something new.

Sadly, I'm too much of a chicken. I'll say these big and majestic things. But never do it.

Don't take this to heart reader, I'm just unhappy with today's productivity levels. Tomorrow begins the day anew and the Sun will rob my heart of the darkness that crept into it in the night.

Good night.

Thanks for Listening.

Another Month. Another Rape.

This just in.

India will never change.

Six held in new Indian 'bus rape'

Less than a month has passed since most of India was shocked by the rape of a student in Delhi, people stood and swore this wouldn't happen again, people kept talking about women's rights and laws to punish the guilty, but no one has yet to address where the rapes come from.

Yesterday, during a lecture by renown filmmaker Anand Patwardhan gave us a statistic that every day, 2 Dalit women are raped. Not to mention the other statistics that float around that say that more than 20 women are raped in India every day.

People are applauded by the numbers, by the fact that they've been ignoring such inhuman actions for so long.

But no one is finding a solution.

People should be acting on the fact that the key to slowing the rape rate is by educating people on the value of woman (since they don't value them) and on the fundamentals of human rights. Empathize, make a connection, but do something.

People are taking admirable steps in helping people report and ensure that people are convicted for the rapes. But no one seems to be looking at what can be done to address this issue.

How do you get a rapist to stop raping, without threatening to cut his balls off?

I emphasizes on this, because I read another article that said that South Africa has double the rape rate that India does. And South Africa is now considered to be one of the BRICS countries, clearly, development doesn't measure rapes.

But what really scared me in that article was that the people didn't seem to care. A man made aggressive advances towards a woman and was forced off her, and told that the police was coming. The woman continued to enjoy herself, the clincher was that the man didn't think that what he'd done, attempted rape, was worth getting up and leaving the establishment.

We are progressively getting to a point where unless it actually happens, violently and brutally, to us we will never get out of this phase. This moment of clarity is something that people will just sit waiting for, uninterested in going out there and finding that clarity.

If humanity was a person, we are all giving it the middle-finger every time we see a rape story and it doesn't inspire us to do something.

Paul's Seven Year Walk

Sunday, Lazy Sunday...

Gives me a chance to catch up on the news. Did you know a child was delivered on a flight to Armenia from Russia? Or that a National Level Rugby player was forced to drop out of a match because his dog ate his passport? The news can be fun and exciting... But it can also be complete crap. You really have to dig to find the good stuff, but believe me, there is a lot of good, and interesting news.

I read this article today, about a journalist, Paul Salopek who's decided to go for a walk. A seven year walk mind you. His objective is to cover the journey that ancient humans would have covered going from Eastern Africa into North America and progressively moving south till they reached Tierra Del Fuego.

I think the first time I read about the concept that ancient humans moved from Africa to the America's by such a path was in an issue of National Geographics. So it wasn't surprising to see that NatGeo was going to be sponsoring his trip.

What I really picked up on was this phrase:

"This was how we were designed to absorb information, at 5km an hour"

Paul Salopek will cover his trip with articles, videos and tweets. However, his philosophy of our natural processing power being at 5kmph makes perfect sense, and seems to be an essential 're-discovery' when one considers the overwhelming inflow of information that occurs every day.

Link to article: BBC News - Paul Salopek: Going for a seven-year walk

Our minds can't deal with it. People don't notice anything now a days unless it's right in front of them. Salopek likens today's journalism with today's concept of food (fast food). Both are fast, and only deal with surface level issues. Fast Journalism focuses on getting a story out; doing quick research, getting responses, putting a story together and throwing it out in record time. While 'Slow Journalism' essentially deals with more indepth research, looking at the possible influences that might not be so obvious and commenting on those. Paul Salopek has mentioned that today, we move so fast that we lose out on things and I agree completely.

"We miss texture. We miss colour. We miss flavour,"

He claims that if slow reporting, where the journalist moves with the story, rather than covering it immediately and then moving on, we might have been able to see the early signs of problems in current crises.

I really like the concept that Paul is going for a walk, and that he is essentially walking through our ancestors paths. He's passing through places where man had walked millenia ago, however, these are still the places where the story lie, waiting to be covered, or to develop into a crisis.

Where would you want to go for a seven year walk? Let me know in the comments below.

Why Superman Earth One is Amazing

For those of you who are in college and like me, are rather confused what to do in the future. Pick up DC Comic's Superman Earth One Vol 1 & 2, I can guarantee that you'll find something that speaks to you about your problems.

I've read both novels before, but never ever saw it from this perspective that DC Comics has brought iconic superheroes down to ground levels. The stories are heroic and all, but they also deal with individual futures, opportunity, belief and love.

In Superman Earth One, the comic begins with Clark Kent moving to Metropolis fresh out of Junior College. It deals with him looking at various job prospects, and this is where I began to see the connections. I am confused regarding what I want to do once I leave college and enter the real world. There are things that I am good at, there are things I am passionate about and then there are the things I want to do, Same as Clark. (except for him it's a vast ocean of options)

Clark tries out for a professional football team, and we know that Superman on a American Football field would have really resulted in some rather one-sided matches. Clark in this iteration of Superman is also in possession of a genius level intellect, which is highlighted when he is interviewed at a research-centric MNC.

He does spectacularly in both, and as he explains to his mother, taking any one of those jobs would result in him being set for life, he'd never have to worry about money or anything. As Martha Kent aptly puts it, parents aren't interested with their children monetarily supporting them. Tall and Strong children are meant to build the future.

These words resonate deeply with Superman as he is now poised with the nexus of choosing what he loves, what he is good at or what he wants to do. We all know the story, he joins the Daily Planet.

However, he doesn't join for Lois Lane or some nonsense like that, he joins because it is there that he sees people that stand for something, people who are willing to "Stay and Die for the Truth".

This makes the end message of Superman Earth One, one where it is clear that it doesn't matter if you do something that makes you money, you'll never be happy until you do what you want to do. Even if that is becoming the best Banjo Player in the world.

Another reference to us college students that we should be aiming for futures we want. Futures that we want to make.

Why I Wear the 'S'

I have a favourite t-shirt. It's a Superman T-Shirt (I'll confess, it's a Black and Red Superboy T-Shirt, but I consider it a Superman T-Shirt for the blue shirt is wasted on blind superman fans).
Off late, people have said to me, "Again?" "Don't you have any other clothes?" "Are laundry prices that high?" Sadly, not one of them has ever asked me "Why do you wear that shirt so much?"

An Image of the T-Shirt

The one thing I have always loved and respected Superman for, is his belief in Humanity. Superman, as many would know, has the power to change the world into whatever he wants. If he desired no war, he could have it. If he wanted to be supreme ruler, he could do so at a whim.

But he does not, for the simple reason that he believes in the humanity, he admires us for our ability to comeback from the worst of situations - stronger. He has been asked why he does not kill, or end dictatorships. Superman has always said that if he was to overthrow a government, it is not a popular movement - It is his movement. Similarly, he refuses to kill from the perspective that it is unfair for him to cast judgement on others when there is essentially none to cast judgement on him if he is wrong.

Superman Earth One Vol 2 - Really looks into the smaller parts of Superman

I admire that respect for humanity; what humanity can do, what it has done and how it constantly adapts and evolves. The 'S' Shield represents this and I respect Superman for his respect and thus I wear the 'S'.

Superman is often associated with the phrase: Truth, Justice and the American Way. People feel that it is old-fashioned, and American propaganda - I ask you to look into the deeper meaning of these words, and the meanings they could have.

Truth: Superman is at his core, an honest person, he fights for the down trodden, he fights for the truth regardless if it means admitting his mistake. This, in his opinion, makes him human. The ability to say, "I was wrong" is a very human phrase. It reveals a side of fault that might have been non-existent previously.

Justice: Superman is guided by an impeccable sense of moral code, he sees a situation and knows what is right. However, most often than not, (at least in the past) it was a desire to stop conflict and get people to the point of discussion. He has been wrong. He has been misled. But the key that Superman finds is that he listens to both sides to find the answer.
If a villain says "I didn't do it!"
Superman immediately asks, "Who did?"

The American Way: This is by far the most controversial part of the motto, simply from the perspective that it gives the impression of American superiority and all that nonsense. However, it has been made clear that when Superman says this, he is referring to the American spirit of revolution, entrepreneurial action and desire for a 'brighter tomorrow'.

I often will tell people that I hate Superman, but it's honestly from the same perspective that Lex Luthor hates Superman. It's the opinion, that Superman is just too damn good. While Lex seeks to destroy this good, I strive every single day towards being able to be that good. Because, Superman represents an ultimate.

People should believe in the notions of Truth, Justice and, maybe not the 'American Way', but a better tomorrow.

He represents an ultimate in terms of morals, in terms of strength; physical and mental, integrity, honesty, and potential. He isn't even human, and he's a better example of what people should be.

Good. Above All Else, Good.

So, when people (never) ask me why I wear my Superman t-shirt, I tell them, that it represents ideals and dreams that I hope to achieve. The day I can say that I am honest, fair and completely open-minded and have achieved that 'Brighter Tomorrow' then I'll think of just wearing that t-shirt for the awesomeness that it radiates.

The Quest for a Name

If any of you have been reading past posts, you'd know that I've been attempting to write a book. I know it's very ambitious for someone to write a book, but hey, stranger things have been published.

Nevertheless, this blog was essentially my way of writing consistently, and along with it, improving on my grammar skills and finding my own writing style.

So far, I've written two short stories, and it's been a good experience. I've seen the difficulty in keeping a plot, making it interesting and developing characters at the same time.

However, I have yet to actually tackle the challenge of writing the first few chapters of the main book.

The reason for this delay/avoidance is the lack of a name.

One thing everyone should know about a book's protagonist is that it needs to be something that is catchy, something that has a bit of weight to it and above all is something that can be kept consistent.

Now, when I first started on the project, I came up with a rather good name, however, it is a name that isn't Indian, but rather, Western.
I have no problem with western names, but being an Indian myself, it becomes difficult to write about a person that has zero personal connection to you. The phrase that 'writers write about themselves' is very much true, you can't write about a character unless you give them life with something - it may be from someone else, or from yourself.

So I've decided that the characters name won't be a western name. I may have lived abroad, but it is foolish of me to say that I know how life is in other countries and other cultures.

Thus, I am in a bit of a jam.

I've got a plot,
I've got an absolutely amazing set of villains and heroes,
Plot-twists, backstory, historical references, and love interests are all present and accounted for.

BUT!

Not a single idea on what to name this guy, or what ethnicity I want him, nothing. I know the character that I want for him... but I honestly don't know enough about Indian names to associate the character with a name.

Another question that fills my mind, is that, what if I want to change a characters name, halfway through the book?

Rick Riordan in the Percy Jackson series, established two key antagonists: Luke Castellan and Kronos. However, in the fifth book, he merged the two characters. He made Kronos take over Luke's body.

What this meant for the book, was that other characters viewed Luke, and often referred to him as Kronos. So if this had happened to the protagonists, or the narrator, would the protagonist refer to himself by his name or by the possessed being? Would his personality and characteristics also have to change?

Writing is a tough job! But it's an itch, the itch to write something meaningful and generation-defining, that makes me write.

The Disrespect of Spider-Man

A week ago, Marvel Comics released 'Amazing Spider-Man 700' a milestone issue to mark the 50th year of Spider-Man.

I'm still waiting for them to call the issue back and republish another version of it, because what they did was simply disrespectful of a character who has been responsible for so much of Marvel's success and public campaigning.

Spoilers Ahead.

To jump right into it, ASM 698 began a story arc in which we discover that Doctor Octopus, long time foe of Spider-Man is on his death bed. However, as the story progresses, we see, that Spider-Man doesn't seem to be his happy, witty self. He's almost reflective on his current position, something we've never really seen. Doc Ock is officially labeled to be dying and his dying breaths hold the words: Peter Parker. This calls Spider-Man to the scene and that's where we get a surprise, Doctor Octopus, is now in Spider-Man's body.

Peter Parker is in the dying body of Doctor Octopus.

Two issues later, Peter, after valiantly fighting to retake his body, is alas unable to - Peter Parker, dies.

He does not die in a physical form, no, that body is still occupied by Otto Octavius. But he dies in the body of Doctor Octopus.

Personally, I have no problem with Marvel killing characters, it's been a tradition for comic book publishers since the epic Death of Superman in 1992. Publishers use the death of characters to revamp the title, introduce new characters, etc. We saw this when they killed Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm and Matt Murdock, but you can't keep a good character down, and all these characters inevitibly saw the light of day again.

What makes me believe that a resurrection isn't in the book for Spider-Man is because, there is still a Spider-Man. It's just not the Spider-Man that we know.

See, when all these other characters have died, it's been in battle, they have wanted to live and thus, their resurrection seems justified as their job is not completed (A-la Gandalf) however, in ASM 700, Peter dies for 3 minutes and he visits a sort of heaven, where he is told by Uncle Ben that all he has to do is fight one last time, and then he can pass the mantle of Spider-Man. The character despite, possibly wanting to live and do good, is being told that you can rest after you put Otto in his place.

This mindset is what makes me believe that Peter may not want to return from the void.

And even if he does, how would he? While other characters when killed have died with their bodies, Peter died in Doc Ock's body which means that even if he wanted to come back, he'd have to come back in that broken body.

It just seems like Marvel isn't really trying to keep the character alive.

I feel justified in saying this because, this isn't the only Peter Parker to have died. In the Ultimate Marvel Universe, Peter Parker died too. He was replaced by Miles Moralez, a Spider-Man that has a lot of potential as a character.

On that note, there is a huge difference in the way the death of Ultimate Peter Parker and normal Peter Parker turned out. Ultimate Peter had a heroes death, he saved Captain America by taking a bullet for him and then proceeded to save his family by single-handedly defeating the Sinister Six before succumbing to his wounds. That was an epic death, you could feel the tension in the comic and when it was over, you could breath and say, 'he went out with a bang.'

(I am purposely ignoring Peter's Death from the Other Arc as that's been put out of the current canon, but that was also brilliantly done, not for anything else, but because you could feel the emotions pouring off the pages.)

ASM 700, shoved Peter Parker out of the spotlight, completely unceremoniously. He didn't get a magnificent battle, he was shown the door and then pushed out of it. Peter in his last breaths showed his entire life to Otto Octavius, causing the villain to regret his decision to be trapped in that body, but making a promise to Spider-Man that he would uphold the name that Peter had created.

 It seemed like a very truthful, honest promise, however in the immediate follow-up issue, 'Avenging Spider-Man 15.1', Otto is thrilled that he finally killed Spider-Man and seems to not really care about the promise he made Spider-Man.

Personally, I feel that it would have been particularly good if this arc took a page out of the Rebirth of Captain America and had one person, one lone person who knew the truth. They even placed that option on the table when Peter Parker (in Doc Ock's mind) meets Carlie Cooper (an old lover) and tells her what has happened. She doesn't believe him, but if at the end of the comic if she did realize the change it would have changed the entire story completely.

I don't know how sustainable this new Superior Spider-Man character seems, you have someone interacting on a regular basis with people who have known him for years and years as a different person. And people don't change overnight. Characters like Wolverine, Mary Jane and for that matter, Kane (Peter Parker's Clone) will naturally be confused as to a different attitude that Peter has. I mean for god's sake, is Mary Jane so in love with Peter (old peter, not new peter) that she is completely okay with being told 'Woman, be quiet!'.

I also read something interesting that in the event that Otto sleeps with Mary Jane (Something that he's had on his perverted little mind since he took over the body) it could be labelled as Rape.

That's a 70 year old man, in a 30-ish man's body, kissing Mary Jane. And she has NO IDEA.

You might need to pick up a copy of ASM 700 to get a better idea of how Marvel shunned Peter Parker, but I just feel that they've been so ungrateful to a character that has been responsible for the entire Marvel Universes popularity for the greater part of 50 years.

That's right, in the 90's the comic book heroes that everyone knew were, Superman and Spider-Man. Not even Batman was as popular as those two back then.

It's a shame that this is how Marvel rewards endless service and sacrifice. I'd hate to see what they do to employee's that quit...

A Note to You!

Happy New Years To You!

Thank you so very much to all of you who have read something or another on this blog. It really means the world to me to know that people actually have read my writings.

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