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Ok young grasshopper, you ask me what might make me interested in the Sith. I shall endarken you, my apprentice.

First off, they are evil. I enjoy evil alot more than good. Actually...That's not true. I enjoy wickedness more than piety. I've been given a perception, especially in the 2nd term of Bush era, that no matter that I carry bandaids out to a girl who's fallen off her bike and skinned her knee, I'd still be perceived as sinful, and unrepenting, and therefor evil.

I also think, like most Sith fans, that Sith don't represent evil as much as they do rebelling against the status quo, that Jedi are forsworn to maintain. And it makes sense when you think of it. Sith are encouraged to be angry, and lash out. Jedi are taught to be passive, and stoic, holding in their base emotions. Even love. No wonder so many of them fall short. I think there is also an Eastern/Western dynamic going. Jedi are in philosophy very close to being Buddist, and Sith are definately more Western in the ideals of self expression, self intrest, and focusing on material comfort and pleasure. And who wouldn't be facinated with the idea that might really does make right. It's not socially acceptible (damn Jedi!) but who hasn't wanted to just utterly crush an enemy, drive them befor you, and hear the lamentations of their women? Is it worse to simply accept you are Sith, force choke some damned fools, and eventually realize you like your kid more than the old dude that's been riding your ass for years, or be the old sucker that goes and lives in a cave for 18 years because you fucked up good once and lost a galaxy, because you thought you were doing the "right thing"? *rolls eyes*

Also I had a certain amount of training from one who could definately be counted amongst the Sith if such truely existed.

watcher1 is a lush character of a person, who's true life exploits are wild enough to be fiction. He has had handmaids to go out and distroy enemies. He's gathered loyal followers. He's challenged lightning storms, and fought for possessions with a worrisom fury. He's plotted and schemed, and he taught me. I was his quiet apprentice, and his confidante. I think he's Mind Tricked me so much that, that is the reason I'm so forgetful. I still do remember some things, like the Vengance Device, that would cause a great deal of fun if I ever revealed it's secrets. Aaah...Youth.

So, that's why I like Sith.

Any more questions?

Why am I interested in Hawaiian Lore? Well that's simple. I'm interested in the lore and legends of many different cultures. I feel that you can learn alot about your own culture by studying the cultures of others. Hawaii has some fun dieties too. Like Pele the Volcano Goddess. You know the virgin sacrifices? Well she likes virgin *boys* HA!

Here is some info copied from Fodors Travel site on Hawaiian Gods and Goddesses.

Hawaiian Myths and Legends

The best-known deity in Hawaiian lore is Pele, the volcano goddess. Although visitors are warned not to remove lava rocks from Pele's domain without her permission, some do and find themselves dogged by bad luck until they return the stolen items. The Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park Service often receives packages containing chunks of lava along with letters describing years of misfortune.

Tales of Pele's fiery temper are legion. She battled Poli'ahu, ruler of snowcapped Mauna Ke'a on the Big Island, in a fit of jealousy over the snow goddess's extraordinary beauty. She picked fights with her peace-loving sister, Hi'iaka, turning the younger goddess's friends into pillars of stone. And her recurring lava-flinging spats with suitor Kamapua'a, a demigod who could change his appearance at will, finally drove him into the sea, where he turned into a fish to escape from her wrath.

But Pele can be kind if the mood suits her. It is said that before every major eruption, she appears in human form as a wrinkled old woman walking along isolated back roads. Those who pass her by find their homes devastated by molten lava. Those who offer her a ride home return home to find a river of boiling magma abruptly halted inches from their property or diverted around their houses. Many hula halau (schools) still make pilgrimages to the rim of Kilauea -- Pele's home -- where they honor the fickle goddess with prayers, chants, and offerings of gin and flower leis.

A less volatile but equally intriguing figure in Hawaiian lore is Maui, a demigod who is credited with pulling the Hawaiian Islands up from the bottom of the sea with a magic fishhook, pushing the sky away from the treetops because it had flattened all the leaves, and, his most prestigious feat -- lassoing the sun as it came up over the top of Haleakala and demanding that it move more slowly across the sky in summer so that Maui's mother would have longer daylight hours to dry her kapa (cloth made from bark).

In addition to battling the elements and each other, gods were thought to have intervened in the daily lives of early Hawaiians. Storms that destroyed homes and crops, a fisherman's poor catch, or a loss in battle were blamed on the wrath of angry gods. And according to legend, an industrious race of diminutive people called menehune built aqueducts, fishponds, and other constructs requiring advanced engineering knowledge unavailable to early Hawaiians. Living in remote hills and valleys, these secretive workers toiled only in darkness and completed complex projects in a single night. Their handiwork can still be seen on all the islands.

Also at night, during certain lunar periods, a traveler might inadvertently come across the Night Marchers -- armies of dead warriors, chiefs, and ancestral spirits whose feet never touch the ground as they tread the ancient highways, chanting and beating their drums, and pausing only to claim the spirits of their brethren who died that night. It was believed that such an encounter would mean certain death unless a relative among the marchers pleaded for the victim's life.

The moral? Leave the lava rocks as they are and pick up any elderly hitchhikers you might come across. Straightforward enough. But I'd still hightail it in the other direction if I heard mysterious chanting or drum beating.

Any other questions? Come on folks. The game is to go look at my intrests and ask me why I have it.

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