Over 20 years ago, the Priests of Morloth convened within the the chambers of the Temple of the Damned, to discuss and interpret these recent signs and portents. Some suggested that Morloth would finally emerge to claim the world that was rightfully His. Others feared that Thyrn, God of Light, would descend upon the earth to lay His Judgement upon the Damned.
But by the end of the day, when the light of the Sun crept back, they all agreed. Something terrible was Born. And so, the Priests of Morloth knew that they balanced upon the edge of a blade, a blade that would mean either Doom or Salvation.
As the clouds parted, the earth trembled and the sky opened up, threatening to unleash a furious light, the Priests of Morloth huddled in darkened corners, chanting their incantations, praying that Morloth’s Salvation would come at last. Then… there was silence.
Dramatic nonsense aside, It’s actually my birthday today. Getting older is no picnic, I – and almost everyone else – can tell you that.
Becoming 20 was great, it’s a round number, and for some reason it is considered the ideal age. But becoming 21? Well, you realise it’s only going one way from here on out. It’s all downhill from here, folks!
On the other hand, it feels great! Who the hell wants to be 20 forever? Apart from those really sad middle-aged people you see hanging out at the trendy clubs. Or people who never dares to stop drinking or partying, because it’s the only thing they have left to cover up the fact that they are a just a complete douche.
No, getting older feels good. Despite the fact that society has a lot of expectations of me, and that I don’t fulfill any of them, I still feel pretty good.
My birthday wishes are these: That the Kimbo inside me remains strong.
That I will soon get my hands on a proper PC.
That part 1 of the 4th season of “Battlestar Galactica” will hit the shelves as soon as possible, and that I’ll love it.
That Sci-Fi channel picks up “Firefly”.
That Garth Ennis, Warren Ellis and Neil Gaiman never stops writing. T
hat season 4 of “Lost” will hit the shelves soon, and that they don’t ruin the mystery.
That Diablo III will be great.
That McCain will lose the November election.
And that I will always have a book to read, a show to watch, and a game to play.
I’m not much of a celebrator, so today will be relatively quiet, save for my brother and perhaps a few friends visiting.
Hopefully someone will give me a pretty good movie to watch. The Movie-Ghost has been kind lately, and blessed me with good films such as “Juno” and “Charlie Wilson’s War”. Something along those standards would be pretty neat for a present.
And with that, I conclude this self-glorifying birthday post, and leave you to your affairs.
Oh, and by the way, next post will be about a TV-series. I swear!
