A Day For Arguments

Alright, I'd like to start with: People are Incorrigible, ignorant, and annoying as fuck.

Now that I have that disclaimer in place. Today just seemed to be a day for debate, argument, and disagreements. I suppose we can start with the basic, the simple, and the less complicated.

300 was a great movie. It was Frank Miller's interpretation of a great battle, an amazing historical event which took place a long time ago.

I have seen it in theatres twice now, and both times it has impressed me and sent chills down my spine. I know a video game adaptation is in the future, something like "Frank Miller's 300" or something. It has potential.

Tonight, rather then seeing it a second time with my roommate/sister Kat, I saw it with my friend, her bf, and the BF's brother. Jennifer, Chris, and I are all fans of this kind of thing, Chris and I, aside from sharing the same name, also have a love for this kind of historics in common.

Now you must understand, we -know- the inaccuracies of Frank Miller's tale. After all, it was near 7,000 Greeks from various states. But it was only 300 spartans, of that there is no debate in the number. Men trained to fight and kill. The Persian army, by historic accounts, has number ranging from 75,000 to more then one million. You know though, I think even if you look at it from a generous view (in the point of Greece), you can say maybe 100,000? Perhaps a lil less, say 50,000 even. You are still looking at odds strongly in favor of the persian empire.

The Battle of Thermopylae ripped Xerxes forces apart, shredding near a third of his troops before a farmer within greece betrayed the Spartans and showed Persians the goat path in behind the mountains. They were killed down to a man.

Matt, Chris' brother, said the movie was only good until the last 20 minutes when everyone dies and it is the next marker battle against the Persians. His stance, was that it was bullshit and the spartans should have been over run quickly, cleanly, and with little fight. The troops were bottle necked for one. The Spartans were trained military men for two. His second argument was the arrows not piercing the shields. An average spartan shield was made of Bronze, it was 36" in diameter, backed in hardened leather, it strapped to the forearm and weighed in excess of 40 pounds. An arrow falling from the sky, was not something to pierce that kind of armoring.

Of course, Frank Miller neglects the bronze breastplates that Spartans were known for. As well as the Greaves. Some people just hurt my head, and yeah, the history lesson is shitty, but you know what? I wanted to get it out there cuz Matt was too fucking ignorant to listen to it.

Alright, second point of headache. Kathryn.

My dear sweet sister met a guy on saturday at the bar during the little work social. Which in my opinion is great. I'm glad she was able to meet someone. The downside, is that this someone she met, has a girlfriend.

Its unfortunate that she decided to show her interest anyways, and with superior looks and intellect to the girl he is currently seeing, she obviously will win out. But the infidelity is a sad thing. The only debate there was that she didn't understand what she was doing, and denied it even.

See, there is getting to know someone so that you can determine whether or not they are right for you, talk, chat it up, find out what you have in common and don't. They spent some time doing that on tuesday, to the point she had spent 6hrs over her shift time talking to him at work. Tonight however, crossed the line of fidelity to disloyalty and dishonesty. When they were sitting, legs locked with each other, hands upon the thigh of the other, caressing lightly as they spoke in their own private little world.

That kind of action, you either fess up to, or don't do. But that is my own personal view of it. I am the kind of person that will do something cruel, undesired, or worse, and not blink an eyelash when called on it, and then admit it proudly. If I did it I will cop to it. Otherwise I will tell you where to shove it.

Kat won't admit it, though I know, after more then two hours of debate about it, she finally understands what she is doing. Will she admit it? Who knows. I'm stuck in the middle of it though, granted I'll not be touching it further. I'm done with the situation, I'll not alienate her as my friend and little sister just because she is playing temptress and seductress...She'll realize it eventually.

C'est la vie. May life be lived.

Peace.

The Zodiak, out.