Post by Zuri on Jun 27, 2008 14:41:29 GMT -8
To Live Here Is To Be Surrounded By Idiosyncrasies
By: Zuri Petteri
Time for our first rant here. The topic? Cowardice, the unimportance of familial surnames, graffiti in the city streets, and whatever the hell I feel like ranting about. So there!
First topic. Graffiti in the city streets. The other day after a week of sleeping due to the human counterpart’s issues, as I was sprinting about the city to feed, I decided to stop by the C.O.V.E building, check the shops and maybe go pick up some flowers, you all know. Anyways, on the eastern side of the building, one can find a very crude drawing of some unnamed city residents. Now, really kids. Graffiti and “tagging” is not the way to get your message across. Especially if the little message you write under it reads... “Zomg i iz taggingz...take that society!” This pathetic attempt at conveying a message of fighting the status quo is completely and totally undermined by the fact that the person trying to convey said message is completely and totally illiterate.
Another note on illiteracy, it astounds me during the summer months at how many children from the outside world come to our city and run around our taverns screaming their heads off in the same manner as denoted above. A prime example of this, at least in the ghettos as I am unable to go into the world of class and police force in our taverns, is in the new vampire FIRE. Here is a child who has absolutely no regard for his/her own integrity and in fact gets a kick out of driving the rest of us who gather in the taverns to discuss things completely and totally insane. We’ve seen these little fads go on for year after year. A few years ago there was a mass influx of celebrities into the city who all ran around like five year old human children and screamed their heads off trying to emulate the stupid little fan fiction stories they’ve all read on the internet. Moral of this story? I curse the humans of the outside world for not making public education a mandatory event for twelve months out of the year, or at least for not forcing these children to learn to type with punctuation, capitalization and proper usage of the English language.
Alright, moving forward. Has anyone noticed the extreme amount of Japanese occupants of the city? There are hundreds, possibly thousands of them walking the streets, and if you ever stop to ask them their names, you’ll find two groups. You’ll find those with an extreme lack of creativity when they chose to take their name here, taking the names of characters from stupid television shows or you will find those with names that have no actual meaning if you look into the spelling and translation of said name and were just chosen for their sound and connection to an obscenely over glorified nation. These are the people that make me want to grab the nearest bucket of Holy Water and take a bath. I often lie awake in my bedroom, contemplating the possibility that these people are in fact unaware of all the difficulties of life in Japan. The fact that you only get one chance to graduate from High School and even then, if you fail the test, you don’t get to go to college and spend the rest of your life tilling the ground instead of furthering your knowledge base; And then I wonder if they’re even aware of how lucky their human counterparts are to be able to indulge in the fantasy that Japan is rich for without having to actually live there, and realize finally that they are not. Ignorance and arrogance must be bliss.
These Japanese people have an interesting little phenomenon going on, they’ve managed to pick up on the importance of the surname in the Japanese culture. That said, they fail to pick up on the fact that the surname had a peak of importance in the Feudal era and kind of dwindled off as the skills of the individual instead of the family they come from became the most prevalent and important factor in social interactions. I do so wish that the occupants of this city would come to the same realization. It’s fine to believe in your family, to take pride in your surname, to be a proud Mandruleanu, or D’dary, or Adaire, or Rune, or O’Collin or whatever. However, when this pride becomes something of a social aspect; Meaning that if a surname becomes a method of social climbing in this world where familial ties can be changed for a nominal fee, pride falls the the wayside. Instead of having pride in their families, pyres will end up throwing their last name around as an excuse for running their mouths off. This is wrong. This is reminiscent of the Feudal era of Japan. We live in the twenty first century, and should act accordingly. Your family is your family, not a status icon. Get it through your heads people!
Finally, we will go onto the topic of cowardice. In the literary world we call this type of transition a thought hook. Just a fun fact before I continue. Familial ties in this city can be strong. Most pyres here know to not sire someone for the fun of it, but because of the bond they share, however, there are exceptions that prove every rule. There are certain pyres who change sires and last names in vain attempts to climb the social ladder instead of making a name for themselves in other manners, and while doing so throw their familial ties around while they run off their mouths. People don’t realize that what they do only serves to make themselves and their families lose credibility and standing in the city around them. Once an analogy was made about this type of relationship, which I feel was very apt. I don’t remember who it was, but if they do...let me know and I’ll give them credit for this. “A pyre like that is like a tiny little rat dog yipping behind a wall of pit bulls.” That is something that is very aptly put. It is cowardice to pick fights and say, “Oh noes, don’t zero me! My family will keel j00.” This also applies to clans. Clans shouldn’t take on people who join, and within a week pick a fight and assume their clan will back them up. That is stupid. It’s beyond immature. Anyone who does this, Clans included, deserve lobotomies....or perhaps...cranioectemies...*nod*
And that wraps up the first edition of Zuri’s Zeal. Catch ya’ll again real soon.
By: Zuri Petteri
Time for our first rant here. The topic? Cowardice, the unimportance of familial surnames, graffiti in the city streets, and whatever the hell I feel like ranting about. So there!
First topic. Graffiti in the city streets. The other day after a week of sleeping due to the human counterpart’s issues, as I was sprinting about the city to feed, I decided to stop by the C.O.V.E building, check the shops and maybe go pick up some flowers, you all know. Anyways, on the eastern side of the building, one can find a very crude drawing of some unnamed city residents. Now, really kids. Graffiti and “tagging” is not the way to get your message across. Especially if the little message you write under it reads... “Zomg i iz taggingz...take that society!” This pathetic attempt at conveying a message of fighting the status quo is completely and totally undermined by the fact that the person trying to convey said message is completely and totally illiterate.
Another note on illiteracy, it astounds me during the summer months at how many children from the outside world come to our city and run around our taverns screaming their heads off in the same manner as denoted above. A prime example of this, at least in the ghettos as I am unable to go into the world of class and police force in our taverns, is in the new vampire FIRE. Here is a child who has absolutely no regard for his/her own integrity and in fact gets a kick out of driving the rest of us who gather in the taverns to discuss things completely and totally insane. We’ve seen these little fads go on for year after year. A few years ago there was a mass influx of celebrities into the city who all ran around like five year old human children and screamed their heads off trying to emulate the stupid little fan fiction stories they’ve all read on the internet. Moral of this story? I curse the humans of the outside world for not making public education a mandatory event for twelve months out of the year, or at least for not forcing these children to learn to type with punctuation, capitalization and proper usage of the English language.
Alright, moving forward. Has anyone noticed the extreme amount of Japanese occupants of the city? There are hundreds, possibly thousands of them walking the streets, and if you ever stop to ask them their names, you’ll find two groups. You’ll find those with an extreme lack of creativity when they chose to take their name here, taking the names of characters from stupid television shows or you will find those with names that have no actual meaning if you look into the spelling and translation of said name and were just chosen for their sound and connection to an obscenely over glorified nation. These are the people that make me want to grab the nearest bucket of Holy Water and take a bath. I often lie awake in my bedroom, contemplating the possibility that these people are in fact unaware of all the difficulties of life in Japan. The fact that you only get one chance to graduate from High School and even then, if you fail the test, you don’t get to go to college and spend the rest of your life tilling the ground instead of furthering your knowledge base; And then I wonder if they’re even aware of how lucky their human counterparts are to be able to indulge in the fantasy that Japan is rich for without having to actually live there, and realize finally that they are not. Ignorance and arrogance must be bliss.
These Japanese people have an interesting little phenomenon going on, they’ve managed to pick up on the importance of the surname in the Japanese culture. That said, they fail to pick up on the fact that the surname had a peak of importance in the Feudal era and kind of dwindled off as the skills of the individual instead of the family they come from became the most prevalent and important factor in social interactions. I do so wish that the occupants of this city would come to the same realization. It’s fine to believe in your family, to take pride in your surname, to be a proud Mandruleanu, or D’dary, or Adaire, or Rune, or O’Collin or whatever. However, when this pride becomes something of a social aspect; Meaning that if a surname becomes a method of social climbing in this world where familial ties can be changed for a nominal fee, pride falls the the wayside. Instead of having pride in their families, pyres will end up throwing their last name around as an excuse for running their mouths off. This is wrong. This is reminiscent of the Feudal era of Japan. We live in the twenty first century, and should act accordingly. Your family is your family, not a status icon. Get it through your heads people!
Finally, we will go onto the topic of cowardice. In the literary world we call this type of transition a thought hook. Just a fun fact before I continue. Familial ties in this city can be strong. Most pyres here know to not sire someone for the fun of it, but because of the bond they share, however, there are exceptions that prove every rule. There are certain pyres who change sires and last names in vain attempts to climb the social ladder instead of making a name for themselves in other manners, and while doing so throw their familial ties around while they run off their mouths. People don’t realize that what they do only serves to make themselves and their families lose credibility and standing in the city around them. Once an analogy was made about this type of relationship, which I feel was very apt. I don’t remember who it was, but if they do...let me know and I’ll give them credit for this. “A pyre like that is like a tiny little rat dog yipping behind a wall of pit bulls.” That is something that is very aptly put. It is cowardice to pick fights and say, “Oh noes, don’t zero me! My family will keel j00.” This also applies to clans. Clans shouldn’t take on people who join, and within a week pick a fight and assume their clan will back them up. That is stupid. It’s beyond immature. Anyone who does this, Clans included, deserve lobotomies....or perhaps...cranioectemies...*nod*
And that wraps up the first edition of Zuri’s Zeal. Catch ya’ll again real soon.
