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Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
February 18th, 2008.
My trip started near a tall circular structure that was to be used to make lightning that would be used to to make the world move. But, because of some angry and fearful individuals this structure stood useless. Once my trip began I crossed a great river overseen by a green one-lane bridge with steel trusses overhead. The road was a long and winding one. Many people lived off of this land I traversed. Strange creatures of the night whose eyes glowed bright green roamed about and threatened me with their quick evading movements.
Mowell road eluded me and I traveled onward, second guessing myself. Upon retracing my path I discovered a road named Mowl instead. "Why not take it?" I thought and took a chance with it. I dipped and swayed and bumped through the night, as I moved along the trail, not another traveler in sight. I trekked onward on a one lane road with much doubt in my mind, baffled at the direction a digital god had given me. This road perried and swayed against my attacks and I countered it well against its own, until finally this long winding serpent named Mowell had come to an end.
This new path I took was a bit more comfortable to travel, but forked was it much to my dismay. I veered left thinking it a continuation of the same road. I traveled and proceeded for quite some time. Living in these lands meant a life of cattle. To the cattle a life of fences and bailed hay. Along this road upon which I veered shown blazing orange eyes. As most do sleep during this time, one cow, so brazen, thought it a good time to have a snack. So this cow fought sleep long enough to enjoy some fresh hay. The late night cow gets the hay much as the early bird gets the worm, I suppose. I saw this cow twice, once from the back end and then once from the front end as I decided to try using the other half of the fork.
As I danced along the other half of the fork, many lights shown upon my visage. I thought it peculiar to see such a place out in the middle of nowhere's land. As I reached the place where the light came from I saw many large land beasts that were mechanical in nature, whose bellies were filled with an abundance of things. I decided that my belly should also be filled and so I stopped across the road from these grumbling creatures who billowed smoke from their horns.
Once inside I skulked about weary from my strange journey. I needed rejuvenation, but I could not choose what that sustenance would be. As I rummaged around, a dark skinned man with a barrel of a torso trudged about. His locks ran half the length of him and were white as that of a clergyman's robe. He carried with him a drinking cup that mimicked the shape of his torso with which he refilled to the brim, so that his tongue would not be parched during his own bizarre voyage. Bizarre enough I imagine, to turn a man's hair white.
I gave the shopkeep her pittance for my victuals and continued on. A muted ring sounded from my pocket and upon my inquiry, I heard another voice calling me. This voice asked if I was to be arriving soon. I spoke about much of my travels and they were pleased to know of my whereabouts. Nearing the end of my journey I came upon a mighty village with buildings to either side of me that seemingly tried swallow up the road with their steps and sidewalks. The roads became awash with green, then red, and then green again. And I was there. I met with the only one courageous enough to fight against sleep's beckoning call and he had a dog who was most excited by my arrival, even though we were mutually strangers.
This fellow so courageous showed me things most humorous, told me the latest news and showed me where I could rest my head. I readied myself for the inviting throes of sleep. And soon, all was quiet and peaceful as the people who dwelled inside the house of the welcoming host all laid in rest.
Mowell road eluded me and I traveled onward, second guessing myself. Upon retracing my path I discovered a road named Mowl instead. "Why not take it?" I thought and took a chance with it. I dipped and swayed and bumped through the night, as I moved along the trail, not another traveler in sight. I trekked onward on a one lane road with much doubt in my mind, baffled at the direction a digital god had given me. This road perried and swayed against my attacks and I countered it well against its own, until finally this long winding serpent named Mowell had come to an end.
This new path I took was a bit more comfortable to travel, but forked was it much to my dismay. I veered left thinking it a continuation of the same road. I traveled and proceeded for quite some time. Living in these lands meant a life of cattle. To the cattle a life of fences and bailed hay. Along this road upon which I veered shown blazing orange eyes. As most do sleep during this time, one cow, so brazen, thought it a good time to have a snack. So this cow fought sleep long enough to enjoy some fresh hay. The late night cow gets the hay much as the early bird gets the worm, I suppose. I saw this cow twice, once from the back end and then once from the front end as I decided to try using the other half of the fork.
As I danced along the other half of the fork, many lights shown upon my visage. I thought it peculiar to see such a place out in the middle of nowhere's land. As I reached the place where the light came from I saw many large land beasts that were mechanical in nature, whose bellies were filled with an abundance of things. I decided that my belly should also be filled and so I stopped across the road from these grumbling creatures who billowed smoke from their horns.
Once inside I skulked about weary from my strange journey. I needed rejuvenation, but I could not choose what that sustenance would be. As I rummaged around, a dark skinned man with a barrel of a torso trudged about. His locks ran half the length of him and were white as that of a clergyman's robe. He carried with him a drinking cup that mimicked the shape of his torso with which he refilled to the brim, so that his tongue would not be parched during his own bizarre voyage. Bizarre enough I imagine, to turn a man's hair white.
I gave the shopkeep her pittance for my victuals and continued on. A muted ring sounded from my pocket and upon my inquiry, I heard another voice calling me. This voice asked if I was to be arriving soon. I spoke about much of my travels and they were pleased to know of my whereabouts. Nearing the end of my journey I came upon a mighty village with buildings to either side of me that seemingly tried swallow up the road with their steps and sidewalks. The roads became awash with green, then red, and then green again. And I was there. I met with the only one courageous enough to fight against sleep's beckoning call and he had a dog who was most excited by my arrival, even though we were mutually strangers.
This fellow so courageous showed me things most humorous, told me the latest news and showed me where I could rest my head. I readied myself for the inviting throes of sleep. And soon, all was quiet and peaceful as the people who dwelled inside the house of the welcoming host all laid in rest.
July 9th, 2006.
Everything was muddy. Any grass was worn away by thousands of feet. People were unhappy and miserable. I was on a bit of a slope with a friend and he had an Astro Van. There were also several vehicles lined up on the side of the muddy slope. My friend was determined to get the van through and took off up the hill while I stood next to a green pickup truck. When I looked up the hill again he was no longer riding in his van, because he managed to procure an ATV.
He tried to climb further up the hill with the ATV but couldn't so he backed down the hill rather quickly. Because of his careless nature in backing down the hill he slammed into the truck that I was standing next to. I was rather angry with him for hitting it because it seemed rather obvious that he did it on purpose, but I left him alone because he also seemed angry.
Later on, I was on a rooftop and the people of the town I was in were still miserable. It seemed like everything was caked in mud and the air was thick with a sense of disaster. Many other people were on the rooftop with me and were abundant on top of several other buildings as well. Suddenly, balloons started appearing next to the people as if from a single speck of dust the was floating in the air and grew quite large. The balloons brightened the town with their color against the drabness of the mud that covered everything.
I couldn't believe my eyes! A woman who weighed over 300lbs who stood next to me took hold of one of the balloons. I held my tongue of objection to her stepping to the edge of the rooftop with balloon in hand and I feared for her life as she stepped of the ledge. She floated! She floated and descended to the muddy ground below.
Once she touched ground I raised my eyes to see that several other people joined her in floating to the ground and the sky filled with people who held tight to the string attached to their balloon and each of them slowly descended to earth. Perhaps there was a chance that we would overcome the drabness of this muddy world after all.
He tried to climb further up the hill with the ATV but couldn't so he backed down the hill rather quickly. Because of his careless nature in backing down the hill he slammed into the truck that I was standing next to. I was rather angry with him for hitting it because it seemed rather obvious that he did it on purpose, but I left him alone because he also seemed angry.
Later on, I was on a rooftop and the people of the town I was in were still miserable. It seemed like everything was caked in mud and the air was thick with a sense of disaster. Many other people were on the rooftop with me and were abundant on top of several other buildings as well. Suddenly, balloons started appearing next to the people as if from a single speck of dust the was floating in the air and grew quite large. The balloons brightened the town with their color against the drabness of the mud that covered everything.
I couldn't believe my eyes! A woman who weighed over 300lbs who stood next to me took hold of one of the balloons. I held my tongue of objection to her stepping to the edge of the rooftop with balloon in hand and I feared for her life as she stepped of the ledge. She floated! She floated and descended to the muddy ground below.
Once she touched ground I raised my eyes to see that several other people joined her in floating to the ground and the sky filled with people who held tight to the string attached to their balloon and each of them slowly descended to earth. Perhaps there was a chance that we would overcome the drabness of this muddy world after all.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Regret.
I've always wondered how people can live without any regrets. I've heard it several times "I don't regret a thing I've done." Well, that says one of two things about you. Either you're a really good person and literally haven't done anything that merits regret later on, or you're a really terrible person who just doesn't let the things you have done in your past bother you. I've also heard the statement following the previous, "There's no point in regretting the things that I've done, they're done, I can't change them, so I don't worry about them." I can see the point made here. I just don't accept it. Regret is a mechanism that is supposed to teach you not to do certain things again. Living regretless seems a Godless act to me. If you don't believe that you are held accountable for your actions after death by a higher power, then I can see how you can live without regret.
I've also heard "I'll try anything once." several times. That statement really disturbs me. I know a couple people that died before the age of 30 with that attitude. One in a drunken car crash and another of spinal cancer from taking way too much ecstacy. It just seems such a reckless statement to me. Sure, we all will die eventually, but why not try to live as long as possible?
The reason I've been thinking about this is because I do have regrets in my life. Some of which aren't really worth the effort but still bother me anyway. For instance, I regret having been a bit of an ass to someone I worked with at a former job. I would like to seek this person out to apologize. I have actually been afforded a few opportunities to make amends with some of the people that I feel I have wronged.
For instance: When I was in college there was an artist who had an art installation displayed in the gallery right across from the photo lab I had to work in. The piece incorporated a television that showed several cuts of footage of politicians and war, with Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called to Say I Love You." playing over the footage. I have nothing against Stevie Wonder but the song is repetitious as is having only played once. But to have it repeated over and over again is very grating. So, while I worked on my photos, one of my teacher's student workers supervised us as my class worked in the lab. I confided in the fellow that the particular piece in the gallery was really getting on my nerves.
I actually liked the installation in the gallery, because it was thought provoking, but the song was getting on my nerves so as I worked in the photo lab I stopped what I was doing, walked over to the art installation that was in the gallery and unplugged the sound feed so that Stevie Wonder would SHUT UP! Later I found out that the fellow I confided in was the same guy who did the art installation. I felt pretty bad about it but figured that was going to be the end of it.
As fate would have it, that wasn't the end of it however, because I was actually afforded the chance to apologize to him at a party that we both attended. He was very kind and I felt much better afterward. Now it is no longer something that irks me every time I think about it because I feel that I have rectified myself. So it has been a goal of mine to continue doing little acts of rectification that can both make the person I've done some wrong toward feel better as well as myself.
I've also heard "I'll try anything once." several times. That statement really disturbs me. I know a couple people that died before the age of 30 with that attitude. One in a drunken car crash and another of spinal cancer from taking way too much ecstacy. It just seems such a reckless statement to me. Sure, we all will die eventually, but why not try to live as long as possible?
The reason I've been thinking about this is because I do have regrets in my life. Some of which aren't really worth the effort but still bother me anyway. For instance, I regret having been a bit of an ass to someone I worked with at a former job. I would like to seek this person out to apologize. I have actually been afforded a few opportunities to make amends with some of the people that I feel I have wronged.
For instance: When I was in college there was an artist who had an art installation displayed in the gallery right across from the photo lab I had to work in. The piece incorporated a television that showed several cuts of footage of politicians and war, with Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called to Say I Love You." playing over the footage. I have nothing against Stevie Wonder but the song is repetitious as is having only played once. But to have it repeated over and over again is very grating. So, while I worked on my photos, one of my teacher's student workers supervised us as my class worked in the lab. I confided in the fellow that the particular piece in the gallery was really getting on my nerves.
I actually liked the installation in the gallery, because it was thought provoking, but the song was getting on my nerves so as I worked in the photo lab I stopped what I was doing, walked over to the art installation that was in the gallery and unplugged the sound feed so that Stevie Wonder would SHUT UP! Later I found out that the fellow I confided in was the same guy who did the art installation. I felt pretty bad about it but figured that was going to be the end of it.
As fate would have it, that wasn't the end of it however, because I was actually afforded the chance to apologize to him at a party that we both attended. He was very kind and I felt much better afterward. Now it is no longer something that irks me every time I think about it because I feel that I have rectified myself. So it has been a goal of mine to continue doing little acts of rectification that can both make the person I've done some wrong toward feel better as well as myself.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Upon researching a potential employer...
From the Epic Games Fan Art and Fan Site Policy on the Epic Games site: "1.4 From your Fan Site, do not link to any website that promotes or exploits cheats or hacks to Epic’s games or any other games. If you do, we’ll be very unhappy and may sic our lawyers on you."
I laughed.
Here's the rest of it for a few more chuckles, someone must've been tired when they wrote it: Epic games legal junk that's actually kinda funny
I laughed.
Here's the rest of it for a few more chuckles, someone must've been tired when they wrote it: Epic games legal junk that's actually kinda funny
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Yay! Lee's not dead!
Heh, some of my friends... He recently got into a six car pile up so he's dancing because he made it out of it just fine.
Beatbox Kitchen
I'm mostly putting this on here so that I have a quicker go to when I want to watch.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Change, updated.
Well, so far this little experiment has been fun. The biggest concentration of change I've found is in Walmart at the registers; four dimes and several pennies. The main reason for this entry is because of a small happening came about that is note worthy.
I was standing and waiting for my food to be brought out and there was this guy in front of me ordering. When he paid for his order and got his change he looked at it and immediately threw it in the trash and walked away. There are several reason why this bothers me.
He obviously didn't want the change. But mostly it bothers me because he was so inconsiderate to have thrown it in the trash. People like me would have loved to find that change. But more importantly a homeless person or the salvation army or some organization like that could've put that change to use. But now it is on its way to a land fill.
From what I heard when he threw it, it sounded like it was probably about 3 cents but still, how mind blowingly prickish of him. And no, I didn't go digging in the trash for it. I did find a penny on the ground while I was waiting for my food though.
Stay updated on the total, because I'm going to announce the total at the end of the year in a special way. It's not much, but I'm excited about it.
I was standing and waiting for my food to be brought out and there was this guy in front of me ordering. When he paid for his order and got his change he looked at it and immediately threw it in the trash and walked away. There are several reason why this bothers me.
He obviously didn't want the change. But mostly it bothers me because he was so inconsiderate to have thrown it in the trash. People like me would have loved to find that change. But more importantly a homeless person or the salvation army or some organization like that could've put that change to use. But now it is on its way to a land fill.
From what I heard when he threw it, it sounded like it was probably about 3 cents but still, how mind blowingly prickish of him. And no, I didn't go digging in the trash for it. I did find a penny on the ground while I was waiting for my food though.
Stay updated on the total, because I'm going to announce the total at the end of the year in a special way. It's not much, but I'm excited about it.
Friday, February 8, 2008
God Willing.
This year will be the first year I will observe Lent. It started two days ago now, and as a Christian I am supposed to fast, or abstain from something, but knowing how I am, I don't want to oath myself into that because I know I will slip up, but I will give it an honest effort and God willing I may actually be successful at it.
I am going to try not to swear as much, which isn't a lot but if I get flustered or upset they flow more freely. Occasionally a word or two will make it into daily usage as well. I will also try to curb my anger, which can get pretty intense, and sometimes over nothing, especially while playing video games.
Thanks to Lee for pointing out that Lent has indeed started.
I am going to try not to swear as much, which isn't a lot but if I get flustered or upset they flow more freely. Occasionally a word or two will make it into daily usage as well. I will also try to curb my anger, which can get pretty intense, and sometimes over nothing, especially while playing video games.
Thanks to Lee for pointing out that Lent has indeed started.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Cell Phone Spam.
It's coming folks! Cell phone numbers have gone public. This means that you could be getting calls and text messages from anyone. My girlfriend and her family received several text messages that said, " Hey, I saw your profile, You're cute. Go to www.douchebagswhoshouldn'tbecallingpeople'scellnumbers.com "
Ok, so that wasn't the site. Fact is I don't remember it, and besides that if I did I don't think I'd be putting it on such a famous blog. Hah! Either way their site doesn't bear repeating.
I think the fact that phone companies have released people's private phone numbers is absolutley ridiculous. I suppose the phone companies are very happy about this though because now there will be more calls made, so more minutes will be used, so more money will be made.
Bahhhh!! I will not have it! I would really like to boycott the bastards for this crap that they've pulled, but pandora's box has been opened, and there's no way to stop it. So here's the best way to deter telemarketers from calling you and running up your phone bill: Do Not Call List
Ok, so that wasn't the site. Fact is I don't remember it, and besides that if I did I don't think I'd be putting it on such a famous blog. Hah! Either way their site doesn't bear repeating.
I think the fact that phone companies have released people's private phone numbers is absolutley ridiculous. I suppose the phone companies are very happy about this though because now there will be more calls made, so more minutes will be used, so more money will be made.
Bahhhh!! I will not have it! I would really like to boycott the bastards for this crap that they've pulled, but pandora's box has been opened, and there's no way to stop it. So here's the best way to deter telemarketers from calling you and running up your phone bill: Do Not Call List
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