Makes and takes

There's a line from the movie Unbroken that goes like this...

"If you can take it, you can make it."

Now, this line has gotten stuck in my head like a fish's thorn in the throat. I shall not bother to explain the situation in which the above mentioned line was said in the movie, because, 

a) that would be boring, 

b) It would screw up my plans to conquer the world.

What was "b)" again?? Anyway, about "taking" and "making", There are two types of people in the world. Those who can take a joke, and those who can make a joke. I shall completely neglect those who can take a joke, but not make a joke, and those who can't take a joke, but can make a joke. Needless to say that I have completely not bothered to even think about those who can neither make, nor take a joke. Oh crap! I almost forgot about the folks who can both take and make jokes. Phew! I guess we can now make a Venn diagram of sorts to map the different types of people according to their ability to deal with jokes, or something. What a farce!

A little on war here. You see how we wage wars nowadays? From behind screens, by pressing buttons? Like cowards. It's become a spectator sport of sorts. All in the grand plans of showing how one can outsmart the next one. Like anyone truly cares. It all ends up as entertainment. But then that's the deal, right?

"We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives."

Just in case a fist or two do clang against a few jaws our of a rare outburst of testosterone, the cause behind the BIG FIGHT will, in all probability, make you ask yourself "No really, why were these chaps really fighting?"

Its like asking an aquarium vet "What do you do?" 

The aquarium veterinarian says "I'm an aquarium vet."

Then the first chap asks, "I mean, what do you do to earn a living..."

Okay, bad joke. Was that a joke? I lack empathy, I guess. Don't we all? Damn! That was my failed attempt at justifying my lack of empathy. 

Here's the deal. Look at where the world is headed. It's all too soft to wear. And we call it software! Look at the tragedy there! Convenience stores aren't convenient enough. We play virtual games inside a virtual reality, all in the pursuit of adding a number to everything we do. I'm not too sure if the last line makes sense to everyone, as I happen to have just blurted out the first words that came to mind that could even remotely express my idea even vaguely, for I cannot pinpoint what my idea is exactly. Lack of emotional eloquence. What a curse.

What I am wondering all of a sudden is, why the hell do all of Pikachu's, the pokemon's attacking moves, except the one where it runs at crazy speeds, look just the same? The creature just keeps electrocuting everyone in sight with each and every one of its moves. each move having a separate name, despite each of them doing the same thing. Wonderful! What sort of a mind would it have taken to combine the concept of electricity and that of a mouse into one creature? 

More so, what kind of a mind would we have had as kids, to actually sit through hours of watching a cute yellow mouse with red cheeks, shooting sparks of electricity, and not to forget, all the other creatures that came as  part of the parcel?. By the way, how different is a mouse from a rat? Wikipedia time!