Last night, I saw a cool film. It's called Dark City. I highly recommend it if you are into noir-ish style films. It is quite stylish. The plot revolves around a man named John Murdoch, who wakes up in a hotel bathtub with no memory of the rest of his life. He soon finds that he is wanted for murder, something he can't even remember. It is soon revealed that he is all a part of an experiment created by reality-warping aliens known only as the Strangers. Very cool. I was reminded quite a bit of The Matrix, and I think that The Matrix borrows heavily from many of the concepts put forward in Dark City. Again, I highly recommend it. One warning, though: Don't watch this film if you are in a tired state and you have a hard time following things, as the film can mess with your very perceptions of reality. That's what makes it so cool.

Other news: Well, I'm feeling a wee bit under the weather. It kinda' sucks that way. I haven't had a whole lot of time for the whole Dark Lord business lately, what with my job and all. It's rather frustrating. By the way, if anybody reads this, don't be a dope. Vote Will for Pope. I aim to become the first protestant Pope. First act of office: take away the whole vow of celibacy for priests. As Pope, I should be getting a little bit of nookie, after all. Perhaps as Pope, my delusions of grandeur will be fully realized.

Music: Has anyone ever heard the song "Blue" by Eiffel 65? I know, it's an obnoxious song, but there is one property about it that has captured my attention: It's like a musical rorschak test. Listen to the chorus, and try to decipher what they are saying, and what you think you hear tells you something about your psyche. For instance, I always hear "I believe I'm a God." I guess that hints at my rather megalomaniacal tendencies. Other people have heard "I believe I won't die." That indicates they are still drunk on the immortality of youth. Try it out. It's rather entertaining.

Speaking of rorschaks, wouldn't it be weird if you were to take such a test and tell the doctor that all you see is a blotch of ink. What would he say? Well, I had best get off to work. Oh, and to all those Catholics out there, could you get a priest to perform an exorcism on some of these kids? They need one. Perhaps all childcare facilities should employ full-time exorcists. No more revolving heads and projectile vomiting, demon scum!!!!

Disclaimer: note that just about all of the above statements were completely facetious and are in no way representative of my actual views or beliefs. Except for the part about Dark City. It really is a cool movie. And the whole Eiffel 65 thing. That works, too.