Roads Taken

You see there was a time in my life that people were completely the enemy, though I haven't completely gotten past that entirely, I have come to the realization, not all humanity is as evil as I had expected. No, just most of them. I did have a group of friends that I liked, but I kept to them, and them alone. Luckily I was next to other people in classes who turned out to be quite charming. You see, the female race, though something that I have come to see in better light as of late, has typically never treated me pleasantly. 

What do I mean by this? I was of a low social stature in the good old days of high school. I was that quiet kid who always wore a hoodie and jeans, even in ninety degree weather, (I still wear a similar style even now, and I plan to continue, because I'm awesome). I knew that wearing that would not up my social stature, but it wouldn't lower it, so why not be comfortable in the way I choose, right?

Back to it. So this girl ended up being incredibly kind, and I actually made a friend. And unlike earlier years, she wasn't just being my friend to get good grades in math, no that would have been a bad idea with my math record that year.

 You see that all goes back to my eighth grade Algebra 1 class. Every since that forsaken class, my grades in math went slowly down the slope of unhappiness. My Teacher, Mrs. Terrible (not a real name), told me from the first week that she didn't think I could make it. Now all of my life up until that point I had been the Stephen Hawking of the kids in my grade (prideful? yeah, truthful? somewhat). Now the teacher was telling me I couldn't make it? You might as well hang a demotivational in the room that says, failure achieved. In middle school we were given 1 period of the day to sign up for fun activities to drain our energetic selves, we were children we needed it. Well this teacher made me sign up for her stupid study hall in order to work on my math skills. Instead of helping me, she told me to sit in the corner desk and practice on my own. That following summer I taught myself Algebra 1, but in a way that made sense to me, but apparently the rest of the world can not understand my method of calculation. Resulting in not the best grades.

So the fun class of math. This teacher was a nice person, but his teaching style was...not efficient. Considering a majority of the class did poorly, I think that my conclusion was correct. But luckily I had a friend. In the first week, it was basically just silence, just an exchange of names, that was as far as I ever got with a stranger, I mean strangers are strange. But due to her excessive kindness, or knowledge that she would be stuck next to me all year resulted in her slowly beginning conversations for me. I have to admit, I was kind of freaked out, and I was hoping for silence. But it turns out she had a sense of humor, one quite similar to mine. 

Within a few months our conversations had moved from a simple hello and how are you, the formalities, to a joke, an eye roll about the current mathematical issues that was presented. It then went from there to hobbies, and interests. A topic I had not touched with anyone that I was unfamiliar with. It was something new. I even stupidly began spouting off Nerdiness, which to my surprise was not taken in the usual way. Like Halo for example, I would not stop going on about it. It was kind of a big thing.

You see back when Halo 3 was the big new game (and beyond that) I used to play Halo excessively. This one summer I obtained x box live and thus ended my life. I played that game from morning until dusk. I bought all the books, read them with great zeal, and read them again and again. I even bought action figures. On a regular day, I played the xbox from 8am until 12am, with maybe two or three hour breaks in between. I was quite into the game. It became my life, so much so that I put my health in jeopardy. I ended up losing somewhere around fifty pounds. The Doctors all thought I was dying, and ran tests. It was quite hilarious. But anyways, yes so Halo became a portion of my being.

Despite my over discussion of Halo, this girl was able to handle my company to the point where she was able to share personal facts. In fact she asked for my advice on things. Now being as stupid as I was, I didn't know how to help the situation well, and I tried my best, but she respected that I tried. With the end of the year rolling around, I realized just how important this person had become to me in my life. What they had done created a milestone, a complete upheaval of everything I had been. I wished I had continued contact, as friends, but in my fear I failed to make a lasting connecting. But maybe it was for the better. In the end, my life was ultimately improved because of that math class. I can now talk to more people, I have gain a small bit of confidence that lead to the rise in understanding that I have. 

I wish I could find that person and than them for all they've done, but in the end they would probably not understand what all they did. I didn't, but here I am looking back and realizing the significance. But I guess that's life. At the time, I thought nothing of it, but it became an important part of me.

Life comes at you sideways, when you're not looking. It throws a fastball at your face as you're rounding a corner. You always seem to notice those events, because they are a crisis, and stand out. But sometimes, the moments, the most important events of your life are the walk up to the fast ball. They are the moments leading up to the turning of the corner. Because as we look back in hindsight, those fast balls, those life changing events, were only the paths we took coming to a single point. 

The big moments are what seems most important, but it's the roads taken that lead us there. When you're traveling through life, try to stop and look, because sometimes knowing where you're going is enough to give you the hope and drive to continue. 

Genesis of John

If asked what exciting moments I can recall from my life, I have troubles grasping at the memories within my mind. They are ever fleeting, and resist when pulled. Through trial my mind has learned to lock away parts of my memory in order to keep the rest safe, but in doing so it brought down  clamp upon the entirety of my mind, my memories now must be recalled by some large happenstance, or a mild moment that paralleled the dream.

Recently my mind has recalled a rather hilarious memory (given it is true, that is up to you the reader to decided) which is the beginning of who I am as a person. I am not evil, I am just when I need to be. But Justices has an ugly cousin, revenge, that sometimes is blurred. This may be fictitious, it may not be.
When I was a child of around the age of 6 (I believe), I learned what it was like to feel the fear, and excitement of the lines of life and death. It was a cool September day, of around 55 degrees. My neighbor, a friend, had been walking in the woods when on his stroll he came across men with a rifle (or shotgun, but most likely the , that attempted to scare him off by pointing the rifle in his direction. It work, of course, he was merely a child like me, and we did not understand the difference between a man looking for intimidation and a man looking to kill. Now bear in mind, these woods were not of game territory, but rather close to residential areas, and were public and private properties with no hunting allowed. The boy came down and alerted his mother, who then phoned up the parents/guardians of the fellow neighborhood children.

I do not remember the assembly that took place, nor how long. I do remember standing in my front yard, with my pride in hand; a Swiss Army Pocket Knife. I had just "leveled up" to the age where my parents allowed me to have one, an honor that I held dear. I was with four others, one being a year older than me, another 3-4 years older, then two adults. The 3-4 year old, Tom, was armed with nothing, not that it wasn't much better than my pocket knife. The child who was one year older than myself, Dillian, had a pocket knife as well. The two adults, Steve and Marry were armed with the most, Steve carried a large knife, and Marry had pepper spray.

Petrichor, -DW

We all followed Tom to the spot where he was threatened, and thus began the adventure. It was around 3pm when we entered the woods. Few leaves were on the ground, making our silence ever more easy. It had rained in days previous, and now the saturated ground left some clues as to the origin of the men. We followed a promising trail, with footprints that led to and from a deeper place in the woods. The wind pushed the leaves above as we continue on. The air was damp, and the area was strong with petrichor. A rather satisfying smell, I found it to be quite refreshing. We came upon a stream that cut deep into the sides of the hill. Climbing down the banks, we noticed slide marks, some of deer, and some of men. The smell that filled the air past the creek was of terrible disgust. The sound that filled the air changed as well, going from a gentle shaking of leaves, to thunderous claps, like that of a flag blowing in a storm. Fifty yards ahead, the source of the smell and sound was quite obvious. A white tarp, of large size hung over the branches of two trees, creating a tent like structure. That was the sound, the blowing of the sides. As we approached, the smell became strong, and the source became quite apparent. Inside the structure a rib cage (we presume it was of a deer) hung from one of the branches, it was stripped clean of all meat, but the flies enjoyed it anyway. Below it rested a black bag, that upon further inspection revealed upwards of 80 beer cans. Shell casing were also laying upon the ground, giving us the final clues in the puzzle. This was the home of the men with the guns, but they were not home, and by the looks of it they were smart enough to have satellite camps.


By examining the grass it was easy to deduce the way in which the men had headed, further into the abyss. But our journey was not over, we had to know where to find them in case their threat became an action. So ahead we went, through the grass, through the woods and into the thick darkness. The sky above became closed off as trees towered above, with thick brush rising above our heads. Due to the lack of light, they lack as man leaves as the typical brush, but they were strong, unlike the dry and dead. 


We followed the trail, getting deeper and deeper, not knowing what we would find, or what would find us. The bushes came to a center, and opened in two ways, the way we traveled first leads us to a clearing, where berries covered the brush. A second tent like structure had been created out of a blue tarp, two chairs sat beneath, as did more beer. It was no surprise as to where it had originated. After a sweep of the area, it was simple to conclude that they rarely, if at all traveled past the rest of the clearing, so we went back into the central HUB of the brush and went the second way.


The second way, was far more difficult than imagined. At some points we had to get down on all fours to crawl through. As we passed under the tight sections, we noticed black fur that had scrapped off as an animal had passed underneath. That is when it became apparent: this was the lair of the bear. It had inhabited this zone for the past few years, and had occasionally come down and went to town on the garbage of the street. It had been harmless to this point, but that was on our turf, now we were in it's home field. 


Upon that realization, my adrenaline pumped like it never had before. I was now battling two evils, the men with guns that could have been prowling the shadows, or the bear, with it's strength and mighty claws. But as we had done before, we continued on. Upon our quest, we did not find them, but likewise, they did not find us, we left them little surprises to know that we knew where they were. By the time we exited it was growing dark. We had discovered a total of 3 makeshift tents, and found a the main location of feeding that the bear had. A month later we traveled back their to see what all had happened. The men had packed up and left sometimes far before our second coming. 


Few times in my life have come around when I felt the fear, and excitement to the level of that day. Few days compare to the level of intensity of all that had happened. Well a few have risen to the level; the day I was chased by a rabid raccoon, and Prom. But those are a different story.

The Third Estate: A Tale of A City and a Country

Louis Charles Auguste Couder

              Justice is something we all seek. Fair justice is what the law grants us, where bias and public opinion is meant to stay out of the room. No matter the outcome, justice is to be found in a matter without bias. We see the Supreme Court, the ultimate judge of our land work without major influence from the public. That is what they are supposed to do. Look at what happened in the French Revolution when the public was given the power, chaos, injustice, fear. When the trials were had and the public sat crying for vengeance  and death, they were given what they asked for. They received  the bloodbath they wanted. The guilty, the innocent it did not matter, the people were out for blood. When the rulers of the time, met in quiet to decided the fate of the chaotic city they were interupted by mobs spilling into their halls. What were they to do with their lives on the line? In order to satisfy their prime instinct, they compromised their own beliefs in order to survive, resulting in the degrading of society even more than before. That is the effect, of the rise on power of people who seek blood, from vengeance  and fear. A misspoken word in that time could result in the loss of your head, it could result in your nearly immediate death, simply by sounding different than the usual. Misunderstandings, lack of knowledge, and anger are all the shortest distance to failure. Had they ruled with power from the top, in a gradual and slow fashion, then history might have had fewer blood stains.

              To make a more recent, and more relate-able connection, look at the film Gladiator. In the film we see a defiant Gladiator rise up among the ashes of his former self. He is found to be a man who the emperor had wanted dead, but now could not kill. The Emperor had a Vendetta against this very man he set out to destroy, but now the man standing in front of him, less than the distance of a sword. His new gained protection was due to the public, they wanted him alive, and therefore he was immune for a time.
           To arrive at my point I had to propose those situations for we find ourselves in scenario  with similar outcomes. Anger, and a mass majority have made up their minds about the situation that has presented itself. The town filled with resentment, bitterness, and fear has started to make rash decisions. As stated in my previous post, The King and the Jesters, they folded like a bad hand in a card game, to the pressure of the public eye upon them, if it be right or wrong is not of my judgement , but of the peoples for they now hold the power.

          In this same way, with the current ruling by the NCAA, One must take a step back from the call for blood and ask oneself, was justice what I saw? I hope I still hold on to you reader, and I hope that my points are of logical derivation, for I take no sides in this matter. I can say from a position of neither Judger nor Loyal that the ruling that you witnessed, the ruling I witnessed, and the ruling the rest of the world witnessed was not one of justice, but of vengeance . A ruling that sought out the blood of the innocent, mine as well as my fellow students. I can understand a fine being presented to the football program, and I can see the logical conclusion of taking the record away from Joe Paterno (though I am conflicted on such matters), but to limit the number of scholarships, and to not allow the students that have trained hard all their lives to participate in bowl games, is not justice.

     If the best interest was to fix those that are hurting, you do not add the innocent to the list, and this verdict, this conclusion by the NCAA had done just that. They have soaked their hands in the blood of the innocent, for the public is knocking at their door. Similar to the French Revolution, the leaders in control of that institution submitted to the mob, in an unjust manner, resulting in my blood, the blood of my friends, neighbors and fellow students to be upon them. How can you justify, an action that only effects up and coming students, as justice?

     The football players are playing to attempt to get into the NFL, and make a name for themselves. They are trying to secure their livelihood in this broken economy. It is hard enough to gain entrance into the NFL alone, but now with the limitations, and the less chance of gaining access to such a (previously) prestigious program, how are they to make it in this weakening country? Is it not our duty to secure the future, then why are we neglecting to help them, the children that will someday lead us when we are old and dying? Do we not want a secure country for our children? Then help them.
There is more to The School than sports, there is highly ranked education. I came to this institution for it was highly ranked in my major. It is already barely affordable  with tuition, being the highest in state. Tuition college. Now with the lost revenue, they are planning on raising tuition by 2.4 percent. I am not rich, and by walking along the streets I can tell many others are stuck in my same predicament. We are all trying to become something, to help this country, this world. We are the leaders of tomorrow, but we are just beginning and we need all the help we can get. With the monetary demand, how are we supposed to rise? We have so much pitted against us, a broken economy, a war, fear of more wars. And now a higher monetary demand that we are struggling to meet. How is that justice?

    How do you justify punishing me for something I did not do? How do you justify punishing my brothers, my sisters, my friends, my neighbors, my community? How does that equate to justice? The actions that were made, were not by my fellow peers, they were made by people who have already been convicted. Those involved are no longer at our School, so why punish it further? I did not hurt children, I did not cover anything up, I did not partake in this evil affair, but I am being punished for it? If that is what you call justice, then this world is broken and does not deserve our help. 
And many are refusing to notice the elephant in the room, the new football coach. The man came to Penn State from a professional team, that alone is an honor. But now he is being punished for things he had not committed? He now can not participate in bowl games. That is not fair, that is not justice.
Now unlike before, I ask of you to spread this post, share it, do whatever you can. Justice has not been done here, vengeance  has taken its course. I ask for your help to show the people the error in their ways.

And I leave you with this, a less than civilized rant.

   You soak your hands in the blood of the innocent. You watch us and wish us to burn. This justice that you so dearly cling to, is but an illusion  created by those who seek vengeance . You look down upon us by your imagined high horse, when you have fallen so much further. You look to find guilt in those who are far more innocent  than yourselves. Your sick sense of justice is a shame, and I hope that when we rise as your future, that we are more knowledgeable  and sympathetic. I hope to never stain my hands in the blood of the innocent, I hope to never be you.

The Kings and the Jesters

As I had commented previously about the current eruption, and upheaval of the world of which many of us knew, on my previous post We All Need A Hero, I have remained in a sense unbiased in the current conviction of a hero in our town. I could see the logical conclusions that were derived on either side for both seemed to have truthful standing to some degree. Yes the man should have done more, and yes his name is being dragged through the dirt because he is dead, but to what extent of either? I will never know, for I was not their.

Now, the one statue that has stood, something that all of my life I have known to be, something I thought would outlast, is now being removed. The logical reasoning that they stated is a farce, it is a joke. This is no Berlin Wall, where winners and losers are found on both sides. The statement made by the King, our president of the school, says that he is removing it because it is a source of tension. He thinks that we are all fools, and we are if we believe that is the intention he seeks. How is declaring a clear winner, and a clear loser of a situation ever help? It causes a loathing, a disgust.

Time is what solves tensions, had the statue remained then eventually the war between the Judgers and the Loyals would be over. Who is more correct in their logic? I have to right to say. But what I can say is, if they honestly mean to take down the statue to calm the people, to ensure peace, they are looking for peace in the grip of a grizzly bears jaws. In World War I, who was the clear loser, and had their faces essentially rubbed in it? Germany, and you know what happened, they resented everyone for it. They had a total defeat, and many of the people did not want to resign, defeat was shameful. Had they had one ounce of victory, would they have evolved into the Nazi Germany that consumed almost all of Europe? This I do not know, but something would have changed. In the same way, now the King is ordering his Jesters to remove the statue, issuing a total defeat by the Loyals, leading to an internal, and strong resentment. (I am not comparing any group to Nazis, I just used it as an example).

When total defeat is handed to a group one of two things typically happen. The defeated resign their activity, and halt their continuance of open support, for it has become clear that any person who stands for the Loyals will be cast out into a world of disgust and judgement. Or activism rises. This is a more likely scenario. Even the smallest action from this point on will spur on the crowds. Words spoken now carry weight. The average man in our community now holds a power not known to him in average accounts. With very little attempt, the agitation of either group can be made. And this is the healing, the slow revival of our town that they so foolishly call for? The King himself is merely a Jester. He is submitting to the rest of America as it looks in and judges all of us based upon their own twisted, uneducated views. Both of these defeats share a common ground, a resentment, a disgust, is built up between the opposing groups to the point that they will fight with words, or by physical means. This resentment is the most dangerous thing of all.

Do you not see what has happened? The Kings, the ones who are supposed to keep the peace, and protect all have been pressured by a mass of Jesters, the people. The King now submits, resigning his true power and placing it into the hands of the people, out of fear of what might happen. I believe that in history we had seen this (on a much larger scale of course), the French Revolution. The King was still alive but eventually lost all of his power, as he submitted to the mob. In his short-sited mind, he figured he could get out unscathed. Unfortunately, this Kind this man with all the power ended with his head in a basket. And a war of the people commenced.  With the power out of the "Kings" hands we now have people against people, it is not people against an institution, people against an idea. It is now individual vs. individual. That alone should be a cause for concern.

To return to the point that was crafted: The statement that the "King" made about how he is attempting to help the school progress forward by removing the statue, is a statement crafted to fool the people that he looks down upon, from his high horse. Doing such an act will only declare a final winner, and final loser. This will result in the development of resentment, and even violence towards the two groups. They have opened Pandora's box, and what will exit was a monster of their own creating. The man himself did not commit the crime, but did he do enough to be completely removed from everything he has done? I am no judge to say, it is in the peoples hands to decided, and decide they will.

We now have all the power. We can make war with words, and by merely standing for one group on another. The world wants the school to burn, even those that did nothing, but merely wanted a school of high stature in education. The verdict was not enough for the Judgers, they want the blood of the Loyals, as well as the innocent. At what cost are these Judgers willing to go in order to make the Loyals submit to their will? Time will tell, a time that will be full of vengeance.

Police barricade. Pic. courtesy Jeff Preval (WTAJ Distributed)

So again I ask you, at what cost do we seek "Justice" at what cost do we see reconciliation? If you can not have reconciliation with the outside view of justice, then how can one proceed? Was dragging a dead man through the dirt worth the pain, bickering and disgust? Was this justice/condemnation of a man seen as a hero, who committed no crimes worth the schism that has been formed? Whatever the case, we are the ones that must live with it, we are the ones that must carry the resent of the man or the men that controlled this fall. If peace were to be truly found by this action, why were officers lined up in front of the statue? Does that not shout war, an not peace?

The town is now divided, and the division has been set with the removal of the statue. There is no return to the potential peace. The statue represented the one thing that the Loyals still had to hold on to, but with it gone, the most symbolic move yet made by the Judgers, will carry in the hearts of the Loyals. I do not believe that we should be so divided, but we are being lead by those who do not think. Had an adequate reason been present for the removal of the statue, then it would be less infuriating, but the statement given shows that the logic behind it's removal is entirely flawed, you can not create peace by removing a symbol, only war. And you, King, you Mr. President have thrust this upon us with your failed rhetoric. Are you ready for the answer that is at hand? Because as sure as the turning of the worlds, a response, a retaliation is coming.
 
(To note: not by me).

Good, or Evil? Time Will Tell.

Though my deprivation of sleep and the battles presented to me I find the new me begin to form. Some humans in times of extreme pain, or confusion change themselves, they adapt. That is how they continue on, how they strive. But to what cost? Yes they can then continue on in a less disturbed state of being due to their metamorphosis, but what strains does it have? On the surface it had none, for they have suppressed it for that purpose. But within they can feel the monster rip and tear attempting to escape. The question is, will they let it? Sometimes the evil is able to break free, sometimes it is held strong in its cage. It all depends upon the strength of the person. But after time the cage seems to weaken, and the beast within, the enemy that is within our own selves seems almost to triple in strength. It is at these times of flux that one should be most careful. To release it now would be far worse than just coasting through the pain.
But what will happen? Will it escape, or will it be stopped. My beast is knocking at the door, and has shaken me to my very core. I hope that it does to bloom, but only time will tell, a time that should be carefully watched. Will I change? We shall see. I promised myself I would not, and I intend to keep that. But when you soon come to such conclusions about your own situation, it is an interesting game of cat and mouse.
Time will tell, and it is ticking.

Crimson, Eleven, Delight, Petrichor

I can't help the title it's been stuck in my head for the past two weeks.

So where to start? Nothing exciting has happened to me in the past few weeks, I think. I really can't remember at this point.

Is it weird having a life goal to be struck by lightning, and survive? I've been talking to people and I guess that's not normal. I thought everyone wanted that. I don't want to get damaged or anything, I just want my superpowers. Because I'm still convinced that lightning does give you super powers. But there are rules to the acquiring of such powers. Rule number one: The Doctor lies. Oops, my bad. No.

The Lightning Super-Powers Rules

1. When getting struck by lightning, one must not be attempting to get struck otherwise the 4.2% chance of acquiring super-powers will be null, and void.

2. If you are holding tea, your chances go from 4.2% to 42%, since you know it's the answer to life the universe and everything. Do I have my towel? Oh good.

3. When their is a dolphin present, all powers will be transferred into it, for they have made a complex machine to do so. Do not get struck near a dolphin. It will transform into a land dolphin, and hunt humans for the rest of its life on their home turf, the cities.

4. Don't attempt.

Sucks to be him. See what the land dolphins did?

5. Most importantly, Don't be this guy:



Now Here are 5 piece of advice for life:

1. When you inevitably find yourself in a forest where the only life to be found is the carnivorous plants, do not fret, use the vine of wisdom, it gets them every time.


2. When fighting a unicorn, do not attack from the front, but attack from above. Fall on it's head, it's going to kill you anyways so landing on it's unibrown of a horn will cause you do die on it's face. It won't be able to see and will fall into the trap of peanuts.

3. When struggling to get your breath in a life and death battle with a Hippo, remember you are the one that kept force feeding it in Hungry Hippos the game. They never forget that.

4. When encountering a monkey, it may attempt to steal your wallet. Put a llama in your pocket, so that it steals the llama instead. It will be like a leprechaun, and give you gold. True story.

5. Rabies is like love.

6. Don't over count it messes you up in Language class. Oh and don't make up words in other languages they turn out to be swear words. Oh was my middle school teacher startled all those years ago.


Why can't I have a TARDIS? All I want to do is travel around the universe in my blue box saving people. How could it be any better than that? Would you come with me?

Tea, The Tenth Doctor Knew Where it Was At

"Tea! That's all I needed! Good cup of tea! Super-heated infusion of free-radicals and tannins, just the thing for healing the synapses."

In the constant battle of Tea vs. Coffee, I guess I should put in my pocket of change (better than two cents, eh?)

See What I did there?

Though I do enjoy the occasional cup of coffee, it just doesn't make the day great. For starters I know many people that drink it for the sole purpose of the caffeine boost. When I drink coffee no such thing happens. Instead, I get a bad after taste and my temperature increases drastically. Yeah that's what happens it just gives me fever like symptoms that's where all the energy goes, no boost of hyper-ness nope none, but that's probably a good thing for those who know me. To continue the flow of references, my insanity is comparable to the 11th Doctor, or just as crazy as a madman with a box. Because I have a box. Yes, got it now I'm going to go to a park and sit on a bench while holding a box and act crazy, then I'll literally be a madman with a box. I'm cool I know, I can tell.

Back to the war, not the Time War, but the war of Tea vs. Coffee. Now to turn to tea.

Tea is superior in every way. It tastes better, as a wide range of flavors, and doesn't make me feel sick. Plus it doesn't require sugar, but does work well with it. Also tea is calming, it doesn't give you those attacks of energy.

But yeah, did I tell you about the time I woke up staring at a wall?
Which reminds me of the time that I dropped molten metal on my leg. You see it all started in Chemistry class in 11th grade (way back when). My teacher showed us how to make the Zinc go all intense, and turn golden color with (I believe) oxidation. But then I got the funny idea to take it to the next level. At my house, I started making penny like object become reduced to shiny piles of metal, because they looked cooler, and it was amusing. I honesty forget why I was doing it, but I was. I used a blowtorch to melt the metal, and then let it drop into a container of cold water so that it would cool and solidify on impact. Well one Saturday morning I went outside at 6am, to melt the penny like objects. It was cool, and the sun was barely risen. I was really tired since I had retired for bed at 3am the following night. Needless to say, I was less than careful. As I held one penny like object above the water container, it began to bubble so I quickly moved it in an attempt to lower it into the water. Instead the liquid metal flew down onto my jeans, burning through them instantaneously, and melting into my skin. It was horrible. My fault. Who the heck wakes up on a weakened to burn things? Besides fire-kittens of the ocean. They love fire, lots of fire.
Yeah, then one day I woke up staring at a wall. You're welcome humanity. 

We All Need a Hero

In light of recent events that have transpired, I have turned to the more serious side for this post. Though it can be seen as both dark and light, it does not justify, nor take sides. The title does indicate the subject of the post, and I warn you, if you do not wish to be so somber, then do not follow in my footsteps and read this post. A few posts ago I wrote about a hero who knew his death was ever so close, and that he knew that he would be a hero. He writes warning the audience of the evils of back-story, about how a hero as a symbol is unbreakable, but a hero as a man is but dust and can be so easily destroyed. He warns that the more you know about him, the less of a hero he will be. He puts the burden onto the reader, telling them the choice is there to let people have a hero, or for them to see him in the real light. And let me tell you this: people need heroes. Heroes are a symbol of hope, to give people something to hold onto in the dark. Because lets face it, life can be challenging. I know that when I stare into the abyss I am looking for a hero, whether that be a god, or human, I still look. Don't we all?
Which leads me to my main point. If there is a man who is of such high stature that people see him as a hero, do we dive into their lives, into the details that we do not wish to know? If a man of such high stature, is found to be involved in something terrible, do we look away, or do we cast them out on the road to be beaten by the angered? (Figuratively) If it were any other person, we would tear them apart and hate them but because of the importance of that one person we can look past the issues. Especially if they were only partially involved. And to note I am not referring to celebrities, I am referring to someone who's life has had an huge impact on a society, helping to raise it from the dirt. A man who seemed of genuinely good intention.
A part of me, wants to be the one driving the bus when we hit an individual who has done wrong doing. Just because they are a hero, doesn't make them above the law. They should be punished like the rest of us, I mean they are people too. Why would we have laws if people of power could get out of them (which does happen). Now I do understand that a group of people is covering there behinds, when we should be lighting them on fire. They were not involved in the incident which I refer, but they are doing all they can to blow it out of proportion and away from them, so the facts I hear I am not entirely sure how accurate it is. The man, the punching bag may be no more involved that being in the same area, we will never truly know. We only see the facts, that are scewed by the demons that run the show. But am I a demon for having a glimmer of pity for a man held as a god?
Another part of me, stands fulling behind the man. I do this for two major reasons. One reason being the fact that he is being tarnished due to a failure in a group of others. He might not have been perfect in the incident, but I know his role is being blown up for the sake of the rears of the members of high. The second reason for my backing of a man who some are attempting to bring down to the level of monster is that we need a hero. This person has done so much for so many. He has a statue, and various honors in his name. This man was a god to his community. (In a non-blasphemous way). Even with the exposed imperfections the hero has stood at his stature by the opinion of the majority. You see the predicament? This man still holds a high ranking with many. Dragging him in the dirt after his death is no longer an issue about him. It's those trying to break his status as hero, for their personal gain.
The man is dead, no damage can be done to him, but to the people that need a hero and to his family, there is room for destruction. Should this be tolerated? Should people lose a hero that they see as a father, so that assumed justice can be had? What if the society benefits from his cleansed status as hero, should it be left alone?
Finally, a rift has been struck in the society that holds him up, a split in those who feel he is still a hero and innocent. And those that see him as a man and want him struck down. At what cost does justice come in a case like this? Is justice worth the pain? Is justice worth the lost hope, the loss of a hero?
On this Issue I will not openly take sides, but now you have seen the dangers. I leave you now, hoping that the choice ahead, does not involve one so drastic.
We all need a hero. 

Kittens and Death Metal

To be determined

No, the title isn't about the content at all, but really when do titles correctly summarize the written piece? The answer would be all the time. I just pulled you in to this, like my cat listening to death metal while on cat nip. Step aside Alice, Patches is the new girl in wonderland, oh wait no that's just the drugs you were on.
Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey.

Let's talk about something that is on our mind. Spongegod fatpants and Patrick Stud. Or rather Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star. Do they not horrify you? Up until a few months ago, I would definitely have said that Yellow Brick and Pink Star had switched teams, hopped the fence, you know. (Not that I'm saying that the rainbow flag is wrong, because then I'd get burned at the stake like the snake dancers (protestants), by the Catholics of old ba-da-chhh, can't get me now I just offended everyone, so take that nobody can say I was singling them out for their beliefs or preferences, so sucks). Anyway, now to continue not being politically correct, you hypocritical government.

Heart melting tear, oh the beauty.

Anyways. Yeah so I thought Yellow Brick and Pink Star had changed Jerseys, and were now rooting for another team. I mean after they raise a baby clam Pink Star proclaims "Let's have another" well Star, I hope that you're the bearer of that child. The implication is so odd that you have to question it. Not to mention that when they are dying under the light, their tears for a heart as the go ever so loudly and painfully into the night. I mean, whoa ladies and gentlemen, that right there is pulling off a better love story than twilight, (though the 3rd movie was drastically better than the first 2). But instead of Bella-Jacob-Edward triangle of love, there is no fist breaking on anyone's abs. You just have a pathetically awkward moment when two men are crying to form a tear. But as we soon find out, the water comes on and they are save, which also in turn saves them from the awkward moment where the two might be sitting in a tent in the freezing cool, and one stating "I'm hotter than you" no well save that for some other film.
But in recent years Bromance has blossomed into the uncomfortably close cousin of the rainbow parade. I now realize they might not have switched Jerseys, they just might have been following after it like the CHOCOLATTTEEEE man from that one episode, if Yellow Brick and Pink Star represented the rainbow crowd. They are cousins, that meet on many occasions, but just enough not to be the same. That's what they have, a Bromance. So wave your Bromance flags Yellow Brick and Pink Star, because I figured you out. Now what were they really doing in that box on the corner of the road? (drugs? I don't know) and Why did Squidward want in on it so badly?
There is one thing you have to remember, even though it is only a bromance, I'm still fairly sure that Patrick would go all Edward if he thought Brick was dead. I mean he'd probably pull of his shirt with his painted on abs, while he is about the stand in front of crowds. Only instead of sparkling in the light, he's block out the sun and everyone would die. That's how intense their bro-macing is, just like camping. You see Brick and Star really have what everyone wants, kittens listening to death metal and the ability to control their tears after death.

Sponge Bob + Patrick Fo'eva! (BROMANCE) Coming to a theater near you. There I did it.

Don't blink...

Fish Fingers and Custard (Part 1)

Fish Fingers and Custard

Yes. I have tried Fish Fingers and custard, they are surprisingly good. I thought I found find them to be rubbish, like apples, but no I found them to be a treat. I'm not going to lie, every time I go down a street I always check to see if a blue box is sitting at a corner, and every time I wash my cloths I check my pockets for a Fob watch I may have accidentally left in hopes that I had to become human due to some event, but I'm still waiting. Insane, yes? But I don't care. You may have tricked everyone else Chameleon Arch, but not me I'm clever. And yes, as some of you may have guess, the suit that I wear on Fridays for Forma Friday, I wear to be more like the Doctor. He's boss. It doesn't help the fact that really weird things happen to me all the time, but hey I'm just unusual. Speaking of which, I just saw a Muskrat on my walk home. What the heck? It was sitting next to a car wash, no joke.
Anyway I haven't really nerded it up yet have I well here it is. A monument to all your sins. (Halo reference).

A Killer? or Happy?

Anyways to the anyway, those apples with the faces, you remember? Yeah well I liked it and understand the reference, but apparently for those who do not the apple is terrifying. Amelia liked it, I liked it but to the common man it looks like something a killer would put next to his murder scene, I mean nothing is more terrifying than an inanimate object staring you down. It can't lose, and it will continue peering into your soul. Just whatever you do, don't blink...

Oh, and I regenerate. Hello, I'm the Doctor. Basically, run.

I love you British people.

The Cyanide in the Room

So let's talk about the elephant in the room. Who the heck came up with that phrase, and why the heck is my cat climbing into my dirty laundry as I type this? But seriously, "let's talk about the elephant in the room" when did that ever make it to mean that there is a subject on everyones mind that is not being talked about? Yes the subject might be big-ish but I'm pretty sure if there was an elephant no one would need to talk about it. Why don't we just call it the Cyanide in the room? Because Cyanide is sneaky, and right before the fall you know it's there, and after it is brought up you're dead. Or are you alive? Can you be in a superposition state of being both dead and alive? Applied to the multiple worlds concept and you've got a party and a rabbit. Actually a cat, but did you get the world with the dead cat, or the alive cat? Is it helicopter?

But PANTS.

But let's talk about the elephant in the room. Pants. Because apparently at this park, you ONLY need Shirts +Shoes and Shorts (like boxers? because I think those could pass). While pants are optional. But could you just wear pants and nothing else? Thank you world, you've sucked once again. Ramble Rant.

Does it not shock and frighten? It is doing serious Recon.

let's talk about the super-elephant in the room, it's bigger than the Empire State Building and Godzilla combined! It's not called super-elephant for nothing. Cow stalking. No I'm not talking about the countless nights of watching cows creep along the grass, waiting for them to be abducted by aliens. I'm talking about the SETI, the Super Extra Telecowo Intelligence, also known as The UN, University of Nothing. You see we have it all backwards. Aliens don't come and abduct cows, they cows are the aliens. They are just extracting units who are on the ground to test for pathogens, and other various bean forms. Trust me, I've done extensive research, PLUS I have pics to prove it. Pics or it didn't happen? WELL IT DID AND I DO. Be prepared to be amazed, I caught a cow out and about doing recon work. I was too fast for it, and I snapped a pic.

This is STEVE, I saw him take on a bus once, he's king.

Let's talk about the elephant in the room. My minions of doom. You see I have spies on every corner of every street. They are ALWAYS watching, like the walls of old, my minions are fast, clever and appear so harmless. But they can tear your arm off and beat you with it. Trust me, I've seen it thrice. Dude, no really I was terrified out of my mind. Actually no joke, while sitting on the bench these guys kept trying to flank me to get my taste [redacted]. You see I am getting to funding from anyone, therefore I will not let them benefit from my praise. Except [redacted]. It's great in all circumstances.













GET A LIFE. I have got one thank you very much. Nope your right, there is no bird. What? Nooooo. That was yesterday. If only. No don't sing. Yes that was necessary. I'm going to put your cat in a box first, but it will be dead, so I'll know. Be careful, it knows it always knows...

Into the last good fight I'll ever know.

My love for humanity is both a blessing and a curse. To feel a bond with someone, a group or individual, is something I find extremely excellent. You can easily connect, feel right at home, and enjoy your life when you spend time with them. Having bonds with people makes the world, and everyday life seem so much easier. When the waves, and storms of life shake you at your very core, the people that you have can hold you up. They are the adamant thing, the unmovable object. And I have found these people in my life. They are people that my entire day was based on, getting to see them was a must and kept me going even when everything fell apart. Even when life kicked me in the face. I must admit, I felt as if it would last forever, but inside I knew it was only a matter of time. You see, without these people my life would have sucked, and I would be reduced to rubble by now if it weren't for them. I owe them everything, and I plan on giving my all, but reality has struck its bell. The best thing about the people that I care about is they are real, unlike many that attempt to assimilate into a group, the people I am with are in fact the opposite. We all remain individuals, we keep who we are even if it is different from everyone else. They are everything you could want in a friend, they are hope in this dark bitter world. But now as the days draw to a close, and my eyes are opened to the reality that I can no longer be as close the curse falls upon me. The curse of having emotions, of having bonds and hope is that it can be severed, or broken. Not necessarily by acts of any party, but by the cruel world itself.
I question what would have happened if I had soared through this world without attachment, how far would I have made it? where would I have gone? Is the remote place of being an individual with no one worth it, for I would not have to feel the pain of a bond breaking? This I do not know, and I am not sure if I want to know. My life is continuing its upheaval of everything, and it is not slowing down.
I know not what is ahead, but what is behind. To the darkness I will go, Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Day will come, and I'll pave my way, until the sun falls away.
But when? (We shall see)

Yeah it just got whale deep, and stepping on the toes of copywrite. That's right.

Thank You Notes, a Conundrum

When someone gives me something, I always like to thank them and return the favor as soon as possible. I do that because I like to help people and I enjoy seeing them happy. When I give someone something, I don't want a thank you note or a returned favor, I just want a smile to know they actually enjoyed what I had done. You would think I would think people would feel the same way? I do to a point, but I still feel obligated to write thank you notes.

Here's the thing, a thank you note is like a prison for me. I would love to return the favor and to give to those who have given to me, but I like to do it in my own way, and in a way that is actually good for something. When I write a thank you note, I have to hold back the hordes of thoughts in my mind that would like to burn, pillage, and destroy every thank you note I had written. I just can't get into them I don't know why. I love thanking people, but those just make me want to explode. Why do we think the only way to thank someone is by a card that says thank you on it? I feel like it is wrong for me to send the card, since I loathed ever second of its creation. Wouldn't you rather be thanked in person than by a card in the mail? Wouldn't you rather I did something for you, without feeling the obligation to write thank you notes? Well I do. It's not that I don't appreciate people, I just find those to be excessive and annoying. I mean is it really a thank you note, if I am not thankful to be writing it? Or should we call it, notes with thanks? Anyways, I think that thank you notes are a Hallmark invention meant to doom and enslave the human race for the next few hundred years.

But seriously, Transformers?
Why the Zombie Apocalypse Would Never Catch on in the Transformers World

Why the Zombie Apocalypse Would Never Catch on in the Transformers World

As I sit watching movies I enjoy a good explosion here and there, but there is a limit to when action is encroaching on a good plot. For example Transformers, it had potential but then they just threw a bunch of explosions, one liners, and Megan Fox running slow motion. Wait, I thought that was a movie about alien robots, not a strip club. Guess I walked into the wrong theater. I went to see Optimus Prime, not a human.*Rant about something else like how depressing things can be like my day*
Oh you thought I was done with Transformers? No. How could you ever be done criticizing that garbage? It had so much potential, but no it had to be about a love story that actually sucked. So this girl that just helped this kid save the planet, leaves him and runs away after going all over the planet and watching him die? All within a few years? The least they could have done was kill her off from toomuchscreentimewithlowshirt-itis. She had a pretty bad case of that. I wish that after the movie I had epictransformersawesomeness-itis, but no I guess that even though the movie is titled Transformers, they can be a secondary part to the story.
Also I am pretty sure that the Zombie Apocalypse would never catch on in the Transformers world. I mean ever 5 seconds Optimus or Megatron or some secondary, no one cares about dies. But unlike the human world, where you would be a zombie, since your limbs were removed during your less than epic end, the Transformers come back perfectly fine as if nothing happened. Except Megatron who has the worst case of Robot lice since the great automobile fire of 1342. Shouldn't he have been foaming at the mouth trying to eat other zombies brains or something? No I guess not, instead of being Zombie-fied, the worst thing that can happen to you is you either come back with full health, or with robot lice. Whooaaa dude, I guess life is just like a video game so I'll respawn when you literally and figuratively throw me under the bus. Cool story bro.

You see? Whaling it up.

Oh and I wrote a whole section in the * * part where I got deep and I made a great line. Look out the windows for the whales people, because it's getting pretty deep. Also: I call my cat whale. Because she is both a tank among cats, as well as likes to sneak up on us in the deep.

The Nail Polish Tale, by Phildoe Stagens

     Once upon a time there was a less than average height, but still equally great man. He went across the country side looking for people to save. His beard grew down to his stomach, and he was known for his ability to make loud sounds that could hurt dragons. Though the guards were of less than average intelligence, they still did a decent job protecting the city, from rats and killers. Dragons however, lead to a mass grave of guards who decided to face it with a bow an arrow while standing without hiding behind cover.
     The less than average height, but still equally great man was known for his skills of killing Dragons. One day he was called down to the city of Epoh. This city had been currently under siege by the Nail. The Nail was the enemy of the Polish of Epoh, Their war had raged for centuries, resulting in numerous lives lost. The Nail occasionally used dragons which is where the less than average height, but still equally great man fits in. At the highest towers he fought ruthlessly to keep the city in the hands of the Polish. Just when all hope seemed lost, the sun rose in the east, and a large group of riders came in, but unfortunately they were the offspring of war. The Nail-Polish fighters drove through the lines and pillaged the Nails, and the Polishes. It was sad. So now every time a man thinks about nail polish, deep down his brain remembers the defeat, and he refuses to use it.

This is only part 1.
You see as I sit here essentially passing out with exhaustion I have come to the fact that I should probably sleep. I had an interesting yet fun day, as it has been for the past few weeks. Hanging out with groups of people in the evening is quite a fun one, especially if they all are pleasant people. I lucked out on that one. Humans can still surprise you.

Oh, and today is Bungie Day. Celebrate.

Sunny with a high of death

While sitting in the Hub today watching the hordes of people pick at the food on their plate I came to the realization that I was being really creepy. I had a news paper open and was pretending to read it, I was wearing a black fleece, jeans and finally I was sitting next to a pillar in the corner. I was grade A creeper. But then again If you have ever people watched you know its addicting. Like pie.
So if you're creeping do it correctly.

Which leads me to my next point, the most creepy and sneaky of all: cats. I love my cat, she is my world but when I think about it, she is not my cat. Through my dillusion of thinking that she was mine I failed to see the reality of it akk. She owns me. Which got me thinking even more. What if we didn't domesticate cats? What if they just broke us? They have been in high stature for a long time, did they do it on purpose? I'm thinking cats are aliens that got lazy and wanted a servant with a.master complex. And there came humanity becoming the most whipped race in the galaxy. It's all a conspiracy cats are super geniuses. So next time you catch one creeping on you, be very afraid.

How Awesome My Friend Keri Is

She is so freakin awesome that I can't explain in words how awesome she is. Be jealous! -Monday July 2nd