Morning meme

From ua_meruti

The rules being you remove two from this that you don't like and replace them with two you do, then sort those left into preferance order.

Fight Club
Bladerunner
Pirates of the Caribbean
The Princess Bride
The Shawshank Redemption
Return of the Jedi
The Crow
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Who Framed Roger Rabbit

I've removed Dangerous Liaisons and Clerks, because it's been eons since I've seen the former and the latter isn't my favourite of the Kevin Smith films; I added Fight Club (if you need to ask why, you really don't know me) and Pirates of the Caribbean, because it's wonderous and two of my three favourites are on the list anyway.

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Just one of the reasons I don't play Everquest anymore (comic)

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I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.

The first Christmas card I've received this year arrived through my mailbox yesterday morning; but it wasn't for me - it was for the person who had lived in my house before I bought it.
Now, normally you'd think about passing this card on perhaps, or just bin it - seeing as I have been living in my house for, what, four or so years now. But the person who used to live in my house died, and his daughter who lived away from the area sold it on, to me. I don't really know anything about him, save that he seemed to have an obsession with banging nails into things and that he was of Greek origin, plus a few mumbled rumours from my neighbours about the "strange old man" that used to live here.
Maybe nothing changes, except the "old" and that's just a question of time.
Time.
For the people who sent the card Petros is still alive in their minds, still doing... well, whatever he did, hammering nails into things more than likely; and to them and the others who send him cards every year he'll be just as alive this year, next and so on... so he's alive in that sense, in their sense at least. To him, who knows - I'm not one to say much on what happens after you die; I have an ultimately cynical view of life - you are born, you live, you die and presto - wormfood.
Not perhaps the most uplifting view of life perhaps, as a friend of mine observed. But it is my view, and I think that perhaps I'm free to think about reality more than anything otherworldly when I die. I'll leave memories, people who'll have known me and not have known I've died. They'll be everything I've done, the feelings I've created when I've interacted with the people of this world, the changes I've made, butterfly like, causing ripples out over the cosmic pond to lap on the shores distantly...
The other thing I was asked was "So what if you're wrong?" Well, if the grim reaper does turn up, I'll just have to ask him to give me a few minutes to readjust my reality world view, as I've been a tad blind... or just plain wrong. Either way I'll not want to look back and change what I've done, because I believe I've lived to principals and ideals that are worthwhile, no matter what or which great cosmic creator watches down on us - baring several more extreme or violent ones, they're going to be a little disappointed in my body count, unless counterstrike counts, which I doubt.
So, today I honour Petros. I didn't know him, I don't know what he did or who he was, but I do know that he had a house that I very much appreciate and that some people I've never met out there somewhere still think of him at least in passing enough to spare a card and a stamp.