Scientists Lack of Responsibility

With the possiblity of life re assesed in our solar system to being more probably one must stop to think of the ramifications of cross planet contamination as I am going to call it. We are sending a space craft to distant places in the solar system like mars and the moon Titan and other hot spots for life. And we could perhaps bring many potententially dangerous lifeforms to earth (bacteria most likely). However I believe we have a screening process to attempt to determine weather or not that has happened and they try to decontaminate the spacecraft upon return that is if it does return to earth at all. However, what about the places we send space craft? Did we ever stop to think that maybe we are sending infected space craft to other planets and we may wipe out the life that may or may not be there? I dunno, but I think scientists don't research things before they attempt to do them, thats my biggest annoyance with them. If they can do it alot of times its done before any ask should we. Take for instance the release of mongoose (or ferret i forget) (the one that eats snakes) to control the snake population in hawaii. It turned out there were hardly any snakes there in the first place, and then they had to many mongoose/ferrets... So what do they do? Introduce another animal the cat. To kill the mongoose/ferrets... Gee did this tactic work before? Now they have an overubandance of cats. Well DUH! This has happened many times before with many different animals in many different places. Thats only one example. Another is the A-Bomb they didn't even know the after affects of the radiation and the nuclear winter and whatever they just deployed it on thousands to millions of innocent people. Sorry sometimes I get sidetracked, but the point is I think before we start sending space craft willy nilly into potential life rich places we should do the research and see if we can discover what we are dealing with. Before we just rush blindly on the surface and discover that OH HEY. Maybe there is stuff here after all but we killed it. Or even maybe some aliens that dont like us dumping our trash in their back yard and get royally pissed off. HAHA. Who knows. Until next time... BEAM ME UP SCOTTY! (err thats the oldest one in the book bob) (I know that, but sometimes oldies are goodies!)

Dreams are Slippery Fish

Just when you think your dream has been finally realized they wriggles free of your hand. I think thats the worst part. The joy it brings to think you finally achieved your goal as your spirits soar then to learn that the evil phenomenon of gravity still exists as it pulls them down and smashes them on the evil rocks of reality. It laughs in your face and says hahahahaha bastard! You actually thought you could win in this life? Well not today. But all you gotta do is fly the bird at that bastard right back and tell him to go @#$@# himself because some day hes gonna die!!!!!!!!

The Art of Doing nothing

http://family.msn.com/tool/article.aspx?dept=learn&sdept=lea&name=sc_111904_doingnothing

This link is an article of cramming to many things in your childs day. That infact some time do just bumm out and creat your own thing is good. Adults can actually learn from this as well. So if you care go see it!

Every Squirrel is Sacred

Every Squirrel is sacred,
Every Squirrel is great,
If one gets runover,
God gets quite irate.

When the thoughtless drivers,
Squash them on the ground,
God shall make them pay for,
Each Squirrel that gets run down!

Every Squirrel is sacred,
Every Squirrel is good,
Every Squirrel is needed,
In your neighborhood.

Many urban dwellers,
Never give them food,
But God loves those who treat their
Squirrels with gratitude.

Every Squirrel is useful,
Every Squirrel is fine.
God needs all the critters,
Scamper!
Nibble!
Climb!

Let the hunters shoot them,
On mountain, hill and plain,
God shall strike them down for
Each Squirrel that's killed or maimed.

Every Squirrel is sacred,
Every Squirrel is good,
Every Squirrel is needed,
In your neighborhood!

Copyright 1998 Jon Gottshall
To the tune of: Every Sperm is Sacred
With profound apologies to Monty Python!

Cheating Wife

A man and a woman meet at a bar one night and are getting along really well. They decide to go back to the woman's house where they engage in passionate lovemaking.
The woman suddenly turns up her ear and says, "Quick, my husband just got home, go hide in the bathroom!" So the man runs into the bathroom.

Her husband comes up into the bedroom and looks at her. "Why are you naked?" he asks.

Well, I heard you pull up outside, so I thought I would come up here and get ready to receive you."

"Okay," the man replies, "I'll go get ready."

He goes into the bathroom before his wife can stop him and sees a naked man standing there clapping his hands.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asks.

"I am from the exterminator company, your wife called me in to get rid of the moths you are having problems with."

The husband exclaims, "But you're naked!"

The man then looks down and jumps back in surprise.

"Those little bastards!"

Car Stats

Here is a chart of my Favorite Cars Stats:

............CAR.....................0-60.TopSPD
1. 2001 Cavalier STD 4 Cyl.........13.....108
2. 95 Camaro/Firebird V6 3.4L.....9......115
3. 96 Camaro/Firebird V6 3.8L.....7.4....115
4. 85 Camaro Z28 IROC V8..........7......135
5. 84 Corvette V8...................6.7....134
6. 85 Corvette V8...................6.3....150
6. 95 Camaro Z28/Trans Am........5.6....150
7. 03 Corvette Z06..................4.5....200
8. 05 Corvette.......................4.1....200

Note: (a V8 Mustang GT's performance is said to match a 3.8L V6 camaro haha lozer!)
Sorry about the dots blogspot is gay and wont let you make a accurate table.

ARGH! Where'd you come from?.

There is a guy at work whos nickname is Skippy. But his real name is Jasan (hmm Jason Borne? hehe) But anyway he is a 40 year old bachelor who works at Zkota Grill. He has big round bored looking eyes and a crew cut. Has a bit of a belly and average height. He went to college to be a landscape designer, but decided he couldn't do that. But anyway I think its just a cover. He is always sneaking up on people and scaring him accidently and otherwise. I was making a sandwhich today, and turned around and ran into him... He wasn't there a second ago, and he always does that. I think Zkota is just a cover and he is actually an assassin sleeper agent for the government. Just waiting to be activated incase terrorists ever break into South Dakota!

The Green Mile & Harry Potter

I have read the Harry Potter books and then a little while after that the Green Mile by stephen king. I noticed something funny. In the Green Mile there are alot of names from Harry Potter. Like: Harry, Hermione, Percy, Bill, Dean, I think there are some more. Perhaps its coincidance, but I did see that Stephen King said he has read the Harry Potter books. The text says copyright 1996. Was Harry Potter printed before then? Not sure... OR could Rowlings be copying Stephen King? I dunno... Strange....

Weird Old Ladies

There is this old lady who apparently is a semi regular at Zkota Grill. She usually takes the drive thru and requests a hamburger with 12 pickels only. And she counts them and if she don't have exactly 12... she gets angry. LOL. I dunno but it sounds weird to me.

And the World Shall Rise Against Thee

Is that in the bible? I don't think so but listen to this. I decide maybe I should study... ME! At least for the finals right? So I open my psychology book. Our test is over chapters 11-13. I look in the table of contents... it skips from like chap 10 to chapter 15... Am I missing something... So I turn to the actual chapter ten and it skips in the text as well to 15. Ok the world must be against me I try to study and somehow my chapters which I was to study mysteriously vansish... NO LIE! Aint that Ironic!

Christians

http://www.centralcal.com/crist.htm

Thats a link to a good website for christians. It may be somewhat controversial to some of you, but that don't mean you can't look with an open mind.

Looking Back As I Travel Forward

~By Tyler West

As I sit alone on my bed
In between Live I reflect on the past
recalling my fond memories of highschool

Oh how far I have come
but yet how far I have to go
I miss my old friends, my haunts, my old life...

I must come to terms with its demise
It has been condemed just as my old school has
Yet I imagine every room as it once stood
As I recall bittersweet memories of lost times

When I return to my school a gaping hole
It looms before me a hole in thin air
like the hole where my old life was

Sometimes as silly as it sounds
and as much as I once longed to escape
I yearn to be going to my old HS again

A place once termed a prison by me
Its memories nonetheless serve as solace from the future
Yes it could be a place of penance and boredom
But I also remember good times... No Great Times
We gave life to those moments And lived

Like playing hack-u-sack
Or talking to friends in the hall
Sitting at lunch and making dirty food jokes

I miss Dustin drawing dirty pictures on my notebooks when unattended
Or Paul talking about magic and cards and computer games
Study hall with Mrs. Coughlin and Darci the "Baby Birds" =)
My talks with Roy about cars and teasing Darci in English
I loved the magical night at prom and our silly antics at play
I even miss Nikki's playful attacks

Most of all I guess I miss the feeling of new love
Actually wanting to go to school just to see my girlfriend
The knowledge that she is in the same building as me
The feeling that just maybe I'd bump into her accidently
I yearned for the bell so we'd "accidently" meet in the hall
Drawing love doodles and her name all over my papers
Writing love notes to one another
Hanging by her locker
and lying in study hall and just talking

Oh the wonderful butterflies you get when in love
I so enjoyed walking down the hallway
hand in hand evin if people told us to "get a room"
Being with my lovely day to day is what I miss the most

I know even if somehow I could get back
It'd be different No friends. Id be outta place
We'd get kicked out for PDA anyway probably!
I seen you look at her sideways! DID SHE GIVE YOU A PENCIL?
YOUR HANDS ALMOST TOUCHED! PDA! PDA! PDA! ALERT THE COPS A FEDERAL CRIME IN PROGRESS!

Yet I now realized I have outgrown HS.
I am not sure If I am ready for whats next
But I dont have much of a choice

The unknown future looms before me
bekoning forth with so many paths
I must simply follow and have faith

The lord will help if I but ask
If I look I will be shown the path
I must simply follow and have faith

Whatever the path I choos to take
It shall be ok, weary though it may be
Because Tammy loves me and walks by my side

Night has set upon my old life
However a new dawn rises before me
Filled with potential for a new life
I must simply arise and grasp it
and my hopes and dreams shall be a reality

As I look at the past it gives mehope for what lies before me
Those fun days may be gone but more will surely come
Fear not for your life has just begun!

~The End~

This wasnt exactly a poem but Its just my thoughts in verse. I dont care its what I think is cool. My poem is not to say I am not in love now. I am deeply then I have ever been before, just that simply I'd see my girlfriend more and it fostered fun and happiness I lack in my college life. When I wrote this I was feeling bad and wanting to return to my old memories. But when I was done I accept what I ahve now and know it will be good. I love my girlfriend and I cant wait to see her again. Writing sure helps you get your feelings in the open and exam them.

The Dreams of a Disturbed Man

Someone once said that dreams are a way for each of us to go quietly insane each night, and without them we each would in the real world. Well mine are not that crazy? I just kill huge monsters and am almost always the hero... just a normal day in my life.

Here is my dream of a Sunday night before a few days before thanksgiving.

The setting was a place sort of like our new uper Wal-Mart here in Brookings. I was apparently there shopping. Then out of these big white doors a giant behemomth breaks free of its cage. It was around 20 feet tall and covered in white fur. Sporting giant fangs and razor sharp claws as long as a man's leg. The shoppers where running to and fro in a mad dash for the exit, and the Behemoth was looking for lunch. I, however, was looking for a weapon. I grabbed four pair of scissors, and chucked them like knives at the monster and two of them stuck into his head. This simply angered the beast and it raged like never before, however my plan worked: its attention was now turned upon me instead of the innocent bystanders. Next I snatched two long jagged knives and jumped on his back Legolas style (the elf from lord of the rings) and stabbed him to the ground. I killed the nasty thing and freed the populace YAY! All in a days work... Next I see the trainer for the beast whos clumsiness almost cost many peoples lives. His henchman capture me and in true bond style they take me for a tour of their facility. They say the creatures are a result of crossbreading and cloning. A wonder of what science can do. It simple comfirms my belief that scientists are rash and lack responsibility. Another Behemoth escapes his bonds and unleashes a tremendous roar from his gaping maw. The trainer/scientist runs away in terror and so do my captors. I manage to break my bonds and decide its time for me to exit stage left as well. I proceed to the exit at hyper speed, and come to a screeching halt as I see my girlfriends younger brother casually browsing the magazines. While the monster advances on the poor creature I see trails of goo rolling down his chin in anticipation of the kill. I have a split second of doubt (to show my character is human of course) and then decide to rescue Cody. I grab two hammers and hurl the projectiles with my massive arms which are rippling with muscle and riddled with bulging veins. Hey ugly come get some! Then I see a giant sabre gleaming a brilliant silver and do a barrel roll for it and grab it skillfully. I do a leap attack and bury it hilt deep into the monster and it crumpes to the ground in a pathetic heap of its former self. All the store goers cheer and rejoice. The monster trainer comes and apologizes profusely at my feet. I steal his keys that open the other monster's cages and shoo him away like a sack of garbage. Evil scientists 0 Me 1.

Goosen Compass

Well today I went back to my home town to close my bank account. Anyway as I looked up I seen thousands of geese... flying NORTH. I went into the bank and said whats that direction just to check and she says north. Im like why are the geese flying that way then? She said they must be confused. Well I mean I am confused did I just blink and miss winter and its spring now? Nope says the calender this is winter. Well gosh to bad every winter wasnt like this. Wander if its cause of global warming? We havent even gotten snow yet and its like November 26th. We usually always get snow by halloween. Im not complaining. Well Im not that old but at least thats what I thought. Ya weird stuff man. I guess only the geese know whats going on! No winter this year! YAY! Err does that mean no Santa either? Didja every wander to think that Santa is just Satan with the letters rearanged? Of course santa clause really is satan. Ask a kid what christmas is about and probably 50% or more wont say jesus. They will say Santa and Presents! Teaching the little kids greed and making them forget what christmas is really about. Lol you may say its just a harmless holiday... but is it really? (you may be thinking what does that have to do with geese? well I say MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS!)

The Dukes of Hazard

Well my crazy cousin and I were messing around yesterday, and we went to one of the halls at college to eat. All of a sudden he says, well thats a left handed golf club! I was like what the food? Hes like What?! Then I see a golf club... OHHHHH! I Tought he was saying some witty clique to describe something stupid. However, I forget it was my cousin. HAHA. However, that is sticking now so something retarded and useless is a left handed golf club. (were all a few clubs short of a bag)

Then we went iceskating. Afterward we stopped at walmart. There are these red poles aoutside and we were jumping over them. We are retarded and laughing like crazy sams room mate ein was with us to. Then when we left this chick at the exit tried to put stickers on us... She was going for sam and he started to run. She ran him down and slapped one on him. It was hilarious. He looks back over his shoulder at her and goes AHH and takes off. IT was awesome. Then hes wipping cookies in the walmart lot. Afterwards we go and stop at a stop light. Hes like watch this. Ill scare that car. Its a red light and traffic is going horizontal to us. A car is right infront of us and he floors it at the car and then slams on the brakes and backs up. Then a cop goes buy right infront of us. Ein and I could not stop laughing. Sam couldnt stop looking nervous and clearing his throat. Then we pull up right behind him at a stop light, and sams like OH @#$%@#$!@#$!@#%@#%@#$%#^*(*(&*! When it turns green a pulls in the other lane and it looks like he may get us. Then he turns his lights on and pulls over the guy sam was trying to ram. It was pretty funny. All I know is sam had to clean out his shorts when we got back

When we returned to the dorm this guy was out in the hallway with only a shower curtain on. His "Buddies" had stolen his towel and clothes... It was pretty funny.

Then I got home at like 1:30 am and went to sleep big time.

Mneumonic Device

And remember kids... you can't spell stupid without UPD. (university police department)

What

Twice within about 5 seconds i tried to use a stapler as a computer mouse... is taht bad?

Peekaboo!

Remember my previous blog about women designing the toilet seat in my uncles house? Well I have found an item in our math class that is definetly designed by a male. A very clever one because I don't think the females have noticed or they don't care at least. The back of our chairs are mirrored. Strange huh? Wouldnt think nothing of it would you? Neither did I until a girl decided to wear a skirt to class... Umm... I see you! Honestly I wander how no one has noticed yet and raised a stink because its pretty voyeristic if you ask me. Women are always like trying to cover themselves up. I think men care alot less about being exposed then women. At least thats what I think. Now I tried to be polite and not look, but what if someone not of my... outstanding moral character happened to notice huh? LOL. PEEKABOO!

Math Teachers are Dumb

Silly teacher! We were given a worksheet today, and I didn't have a calculator so I went and worked with a partner. Anyway on the worksheet there is a problem that had numbers and an equations basically we were supposed to find out how many wolves there would be in like so many years. So we figured out the answer, and the girl I was working with said... gee should we round up or down. I said round down obviously because you can't have 1.5 wolves. (Duh!) Then we get the answer sheet and they rounded up! Of all the retardation! The math people must find it hard to live in the real world... I just wonder was the wolf cut in half vertically or horizontally?...

Pimp My Ride: What you didnt see...

Episode: 32
Victim: Middle aged single white male.
Name: Jason Brown
Marital Status: Bachelor
Job: Janitor.
Ride: 1984 Ford Tempo
Color: light blue

***Xzibit, a famous rapper, sneaks up to his next victims house: Jason Brown’s. Who is a middle-aged janitor. His ride is sitting in the driveway unattended.***

“YO, yo, yo, MTV. This is X to the Z. I’m here to pimp Jason’s ride, which he has no clue about.”

***Xzibit creeps up to Jason’s blue ford tempo, and looks around. He stops dead in his tracks and whistles. Then shakes his head in derision.***

“Holy Sh*t this car is garbage! I aint never seen a pile of complete crap like this before. Look at this door here it looks like its cardboard. GAG! LOOK! There is a hamster living in here, pee yew! And the hood is held on by a piece of chicken wire! That’s some real redneck stuff right thurr folks!”

***Xzibit proceeds to walk up to the house and nocks on the door. No one answers. He looks confused for a minute, and then peers in the window. He sees a figure on a computer. The guy looks up quickly and draws the shade. Suddenly the door opens.***

Xzibit: “Hey Jason this is MTV and we are about to pimp your ride!”

Jason: “OM MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OHHHHH MY GOOOSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Xzibit: “Say um Jason I’m curios what were you doing on your computer?”

Jason: “Oh nothing! Nothing at all! Just um umm, looking at… bunnies? Ya that’s right bunnys! HAHA…”

Xzibit: “A bunny huh? Right…. You might want to wipe off that white stuff off your pants

Jason: “WHAT!? OH that’s just… um well cool whip. I was eating… err hot dogs.”

Xzibit: “Cool whip with hot dogs?”

***Xzibit looks at the camera and says behind his hand yeah right hot dogs!***

* * *

***Xzibit pulls into the west coast customs shop with Jason’s crap-mobile and shows his “impressive” ride to them. They are not very happy.

Shop People: “Yo Xzibit why we always have to pimp sh*t? We quit until you bring us something cool like a corvette or something!”

Xzibit: “Boys, boys, chill out… I brought you something…”

***Xzibit slips them something white in a zip lock bag, and they agree to pimp Jason’s Car, but decided to have a little fun. ***

***They proceed to pimp the ride, and have some dramatic staged arguments pretend to not have the parts till the last minute and barely finish***

***The car now looks like something on 2Fast2Furious.***

***Xzibit brings Jason into see his new car.***

Jason: “HOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ”WOW LOOK AT ALL THAT RICE! I LOVE IT! What an awesome color I love red”

Mechanic guy who is obviously reading from a teleprompter: “We put in twin turbos, and a supercharger, nitrous, a cold air intake, a racing chip, blah blah blah, now with your car you will go half as fast as a stock Camaro!”

Jason: “Holy F*ck that’s fast!!!”

Xzibit: “We put in a bunch of audio and video stuff as well. Like this 15 inch, LCD monitor built into the dash. Five 20-inch subwoofers, Brand new speakers, etc.”

Jason: “sweet!”

Mechanic guy who is obviously reading from a teleprompter: “All these mods we did to your car cost about twice as much as a corvette would, but its still your ford tempo! Wow that’s awesome!”

Jason: “Ya who would want a corvette when I can have a riced out Tempo!”

***Jason starts to cry hugs everybody and they all slap one another on each others butts way more then necessary***

***Jason gives the same old one liner that everyone does at the end of the show and leaves in his car***


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***Later that day on the road, Jason stops at a red light, and a Camaro pulls up to him. The guys start to point at him and gawk. He of course thinks they are admiring his rice, but obviously, they think he is a moron.***

***When the light turns green, he floors his car, and pulls way ahead of the Camaro he thinks he is hot crap until he hears a jet plane taking off. He wanders what that huge noise is. It could not be a car it is to excessively loud. A lot louder then his car. Then the Camaro flies past him like a bat out off hell. It turns out they let him get half way to the next stoplight before they even started.***

* * *

***Jason nonplussed with his rice rocket decides he just needs some better gas in his car, and decides to put in some super duper unleaded. Its only 10 cents more expensive per gallon.***

***Later that day he finds his gas tank empty and wonders why. He has only gone 24 miles. He decides that maybe he has a leak in his fuel line. So takes his car to a mechanic***

***He pulls up to he local NAPA and goes inside***

***The mechanic greets him with flailing arms and a scream***

Napa Mechanic: “Ahh its you my hero! I seen your ride get pimped!”

Jason: “ERR ok let me go you big greasy oaf.”

***Jason explains his problem to the mechanic and he nods. He says he will look at his car for free.***

***The mechanic gets in Jason’s car, and peels out. He takes it around the block in a few minutes, and comes back. Then does a few donuts, and for a finale he floors it at Jason and turns the wheel all the way left, the car skids sideways and almost hits Jason***

Napa Mechanic: “Didja know you need new tires?”

***Jason hits himself in the head and says to himself: ”Well now I do, you @$$.”***

***The mechanic takes the car into his shop comes back out in an hour, and tells Jason he owes him 500 bucks.***

Jason: “What I just got my ride pimped nothing was busted!”

Napa Mechanic: “I know but now it is hehehe!”

Jason: “Well did you fix my fuel line?”

Napa Mechanic: “ Err no there wasn’t anything wrong with it. With all your performance modifications, you only get 3 miles to the gallon, and they had to make your tank smaller to put some stuff in you car, and it now only holds about 8 gallons. Have a nice day.”

***Jason pays him grudgingly and mutters under his breath. He decides to keep his car even with the bad mileage because its so awesome.***


* * *
***Jason decides to go the insurance company and show them his new car. Because Xzibit said that he would get a discount on insurance with his new car alarm.***

Jason: “Hey guys! I got my ride pimped, and got a car alarm, how much will my discount be?”

Slippery Salesman: “Well you pay about 300 bucks for 6 months right now… so lets see ill take off 50 bucks from that!”

Jason: “Wow! Then what does that make my total every month then?”

***The Slippery Salesman considers for a moment***

Slippery Salesman: “Well let’s see… umm about 300 dollars for 1 month.”

Jason: “What?! That is more! WHY?!

Slippery Salesman: “ Well with all those performance mods, the total goes way up. The color red gets more speeding tickets so that will make it go up as well. Beings it’s a unique car it is more prone to thieves so that will increase your premium as well. So your looking at about 1,500 $ for 6 months for that. In addition, that was us in that Camaro you decided to race, so we sent you a speeding ticket, that will make your rate soar to about 2,000$! Glad you stopped by. Have a nice day!”

Jason: “Damn it! I am beginning to hate my car!”

***Jason kicks his car and then hops on one foot as he cradles his wounded one***

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***The next day Jason drives his pimpin’ car to work. His boss is sitting outside. His boss waves at him.***

Boss: Hey Jason I seen you on pimp my ride, that was cool man! You are so lucky… Hey buddy old pal old friend can I have a ride in your new car?”

***They drive around town a bit, and have to get some more gas. Then they pull up to a light with another Camaro.***

Boss: ”Hey Jason smoke this poser! ”

Jason: “Maybe some other time…”

Boss: “Suit yourself.”

***Jason pulls up to another light with a white Honda Civic He decides to race him and actually beats him by a lot. The guy in the civic flips him off and drives away. His boss cheers.***

Boss: “ Wow Jason that was so exhilarating!”

Jason: “ Yay I know, I was beginning to hate my car, but now its not to bad.”

***Jason is feeling pretty good, and decides to ask about his office***

Jason: “Hey Carl did you get my new windows in my office yet?”

Boss: “Sure did want to go take a look at?”

Jason: ”Sure.”

***They proceed to his office. It is amazing the whole north and east side are windows with a stunning view. He has a new big screen TV a neon lighted fish tank with exotic fish, a huge new leather chair, and a gigantic stereo with surround sound***

Jason: “Wow what did I do to deserve this? This is incredible! Thanks boss, I think my life may be turning around”

Boss: “Yeah your life probably is… oh but this isn’t your office any more. Didn’t anyone tell you? When you went to be on pimp my ride, you missed work. You were supposed to work 9-5. Therefore, we fired you. Sorry. Have a nice day.”

***That is the last straw for Jason he finally goes ballistic and calls his boss every swear word in the book.***

Jason: “PIMP THIS YOU BASTARD!”

***Jason punches his boss and nocks him out. He then proceeds to jump through the new glass window, and commit suicide. As he is falling he decides this may have been a bad idea.***

*** He lands on his car, and goes through his new sunroof which he had taken off previously, landing on his comfortable leather seats unscathed.***

Jason:” F*ck you piece of Sh*t rice rocket! I can’t even commit suicide!”

Jason: “AARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

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***6 months later Jason sells his car on eBay for $7,500. He buys a 1997 black Z28 Camaro, it never gave him a day of trouble. Now he is dusting rice rockets left and right. He joined the advertising division for GM, and helped bring back the Camaro for 2007. *(It was discontinued in 2002 so GM could make more SUVS and Pickups) He now is making a good living, and has a girlfriend who drives a 85 Trans Am. His life certainly did turn around, and he is in works with his lawyer to file a lawsuit on Xzibit for being a big jerk. ***


Today’s Show is brought to you by the letter & #s Z28

And Remember Kids: Rice Kills!

T h e E n d




Written by Tyler West. This entire story is fiction any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely consequential. This is my unique story. Written: Thursday November 11, 2004. Hope you liked it.

Minor Chuckles

1. I went and got my car washed today so I could put it up for sale. I payed with a ten and it was only 6 dollars so I got back like 16 quarters. I looked down at all the shiny change in my hand and said: "Wow! Looks like I just robbed a pay phone."

2. In the readers digest there is a devil at a health food store and he is asking if they have the root of all evil. HAHA get it root! "BOO!" ...."SHUT UP!"

Hope I encited some dry sarcastic haha at least from you! Enjoy your day!

The Man

~By Conan

Along came a silent man
From bottomless darkness he was
Looking for definition to fill his soul
A fathomless empty pit did gape

No lover did this rebel man take
For his heart was not his to give
It belonged to the highway
Lonely and infinite it stretched
To the fringes of man’s recognition

The darkness accentuated the cadence of the rain
The clomp of Cowboy boots echoed off the wet pavement
Suddenly a car door squeaked open on rusty hinges
A throaty engine roared to life
And at last the man felt free
As his car sliced through the darkness
He merged with the raging storm at last fulfilled

Happiness!

An article on yahoo news says being rich and working alot and hard wont necessarily make you happy. Although having enough to live comfortably will. Untill you get used to it. They say what really makes you happy is your relationship with your loved ones, and it would be better to work less and be with your family more. I totally agree.
It goes on to say

"People who get married, for instance, don't seem to "get used" to that situation - they're happier than singles and likely to stay that way, according to Easterlin. Health is another example: we get used to some extent to being in poor health, but we rarely adapt completely to being sick." So take that you dumb crackers who think marriage is the end of the world. Personally I cant wait.

"A reallocation of time" [spending less time working]"in favour of family life and health would, on average, increase individual happiness," Easterlin wrote.

I believe that. I think as long as I can live where all my bills are payed, and a I some extra left over for fun I should be all right. YAY! Lol Im a happy dork cause I got my baby squirrel!

For what art thou made?

Lately I have been pondering the meaning of existance quite heavily. Dont ask me why. I just am wondering what I am here for. I have had a break through however. My mind works weird. Sometimes I just keep coming back to some inconsequential data, and it wont go any further, and all of a sudden It jumps over the edge and bingo. Inspiration stikes. But I digress. (hehe just wanted to say that cause santa said it to me this morning.)

So to my theory.

(1)Well for arguments sake lets take into consideration that God is real. Also that we do have a purpose. Why do we have to have a purpose? Well God made us in his own image, correct? So most of our needs and desires that are "good" are probably from him. Now we all have an inate ability to know what good is even if we dont choose that path all the time. We then strive and need purpose in our lives, therefore God probably created that in us because he wants purpose as well. One question... does he create the purpose for us or do we create the purpose ourselves? Probably a little of both. Is my guess.

(2) So understanding God (as I understand it hehe) is impossible. However, to understand my theory we must to some extent place ourselves in his sandals so to speak. So how can we do that? Apparently not so directly. So lets be clever... To our loved animals we are somewhat like God. So what if they could talk, and reason? What would we want them to do? What purpose would we give them (considering we are God a selfish purpose as in doing things for you is right out) So we would want the pets to learn, and develop, and eventually teach them to be like us, yet retain their personality while weading out negative traits, as in peeing on your carpet.

So does this mean God's plan is to make us perfect and craft us to be just like him? Why not? Of course the bible says no one is perfect but him. HOWEVER, it does also say God can do anything, and wouldnt it be accurate to say the bible doesnt say that we cant become perfect with Gods help?

(4) What is Hell's Role in our Perfection? Well apparently some people are either not perfection material, or else there is no hell? Could their be reincarnation? Well I am sure there is a God, but I just am not sure it is the God most of us think of as him. How can some people be cast in hell by our compassionate all caring savour? I dunno, but would you keep a dog that kept biting your hand whenever you tried to feed it? What would you do if you didnt have the heart to destroy it? Send it somewhere else? We wouldnt make it nasty however, because we wouldnt want to hurt the dog because he doesnt relize what he is doing... perhaps hell is bad because of Gods absence and our inability to gain our divine potential? Or MAybe hell is nasty... Who can tell. Im just saying I wouldnt create it like that but I am not God so of course I wouldnt.

(5)Well I don't know what we are to do in heaven, but surely it will not be nothing. Perhaps we will have worlds to rule over after we reach our divine potential, or perhaps Im wrong and it will be just like LAS VEGAS! HEHE DOUBTFUL.
But I think our purpose is to be the best we can be and not take life to seriously or else we doom ourselves to depression. Perhaps life is a big school in which when we learn enough we graduate, die, and are resurrected in heaven to do... what? The real question would be is Heaven College, or Retirement? I cant say for sure.

So in conclusion I think we are here to enjoy ourselves, yet learn and reach our fullest divine potential until we are ready to graduate (die) and move on. To what I dont know, but we shall all in time.

So in the words of some famours Phiolospher Guy "A conclusion is simply the place where someone got tired of thinking." So never stop thinking! I conclude my Philosophical ravings and bid you good night.

Female Plumbers

Ever notice that some toilet seats never want to stay in the upright position? They are put at such an angle that when you let go of them they fall back down. My Uncle has just such a seat, and it annoyes the ever living piss out of me (pun intended). HEHE. But anyway chick plumbers musta made it so they dont fall in when they sit down... SPLOOSH! HAHA, WET p|_|$$`|. SORRY! HEHE.

Mnemonic Folders

HEHE. To remember which class my folders where for I used aassociation technique.
I associated the picture on my folder with something from class.
1) Fear Factor with lotta bugs: Speech (scarry)
2) Gecko Folder: Info Gathering (teacher looks like turtle.)
3) M&M Folder with the M&Ms in a theater: Psychology (lotta people)
4) Financial Aid Folder: MAth (numbers - boring)
5) Army Classified FOlder: Geography (Cammoflauge dunno looks like trees n grass which I associate with geography!)

Ya thats just something semi intersting, but whatever lol hope i didnt bore you.

Slow Piggies

Here are the specs for a new standard (I believe) police car a 2001-2002 Crown Victoria.

Engine: 4.6 Litre 281 cubic inch (V8?) rated at 235 HP @ 4750 RPM and 275 ft.lbs. of torque @ 4,000 RPM.

Ok. Not bad, and very fast. Now look at the specs for my 96 Z28 camaro which with luck I will be purcahsing withing a few months:

Engine: 5.7 Litre 350 cubic inch V8 rated at 285 HP @ 5200 RPM and 325 ft.lbs. of torque @ 2,400 RPM.

Camaros get going faster a heck of a lot sooner then the cruisers because of more torque at a lower RPM rating.

HAHA! My car is going to have more power then a POLICE CAR! Wahoo! Thats hilarious. Poor little slow piggies. I bet they wish they had a camaro... to bad they gotta drive a CROWN VICTORIA!

Strange Observances in Geography

Well two weird things in Geography. Remember my teacher: Santa Clause? Well he has a huge belly, and always tucks his shirt in. It rides his curves if you will. HHAHAHAHA. Sorry kinda gross, but anyway. Apparently his belly button is an outy. You know instead of being a hole there is no hole and infact a little mountain? Well his you can see through his shirt and it sticks out like someones nose. Its that big. At least I hope its not something else...?

Also there are these weird carpeted things on the wall basically they are flat 5 by 2 feet and about 2 inches thick, Just attached flat to the wall. Whenever I walk close by one I notice a great change in pressure in my ears. Its weird what are these strange thingS? What do they do? Some type of mind control hehe probably not, but it is very strange.

Will anyone ever discover the true meanings of these strange occurances? The world may never know!

Santa's Beard Attacks!

My Geography teacher is a sight to see for sure. He looks exactly like Santa Claus. He is very plump, bald, and has a white beard. He is a nice old gentleman, but is always getting side tracked with stories. He was talking about some map when all of a sudden he stops, cocks his head, and spits twice. Puts his finger in his mouth, and looks for something and spits again. He is like I just ate one of my mustashes. At this everyone starts to snort, and gigle. Everyone thinks hes sort of a nut. Hes not really, just an old eccentric man. He then says Oh I think its a reddish brown one I dont have many of those left! More people giggle. He goes and talks again about his map, and stops suddenly again. He puts his finger back in his mouth, and a few seconds later says triumphantly AHA! IVE GOT IT! Furious laughter followed. Man He is funny, although not intentionally thats the best part. What a crazy old coot he is. hehe.

Wise thoughts from a disturbed Man

1) Stay in your ****ing closet, and just say NO to cannibalistic turtles~
2) Time goes like a turtle-Slow and Hairless~
4) Mistaken uno for dos? Never fear super turtle is here~
5) Retreat in the presence of the penis shaped screw~
6) In the face of pumping legs the heavens shall cry
3) Intelligent Pigs see much, and chastize all, excluding s'ikojivel in the mirror
7) Cease Consulting Crackers WHO Cannot Count Correctly~

These insightful paradims can be understood to an unitiated extent, but with the epiphany of discovery will your sanity but slip way?

So Far I've Drank... Toilet Water...?

Beer is made by fermentation caused by bacteria feeding on yeast cells and then defecating. In other words, it's a nice tall glass of bacteria's shit.

How many times have you been in this situation, where your friends have just got to tell you about a banging party they were at last night.
"OHH yeah, I got like totally sloshed man it was like... you know... soooooo totally awesome... Wanna hear about it?"
"Well not really...
"Ok COOL! Well lets see... I had like 2 glasses bacadi, a can of miller light, some vodka, a few wine coolers, a little Tequila, bottle of bud.... and some buffalo piss...?

If you heard their sensless drivel once you've heard it a thousand times. So why not change it in your head to something fun like.

"Oh ya I had some battery acid, a shot of cyanide, a bottle of bat shit, a can of rodioactive uranium, semen from a horney bull elephant... etc."
Then you can honestly say
"Sounds like fun..." while you uncontrollably giggle in your head
"Thats word right there man!"
"Umm sure dude, whatever."

Twighlight Zone

Well I heard my new Alarm Clock go off that tammy gave me. I was still tired, and I was trying to turn it off. I couldn't figure out how to turn it off, although I thought I had known. I tried everything every button at least 3 times, and I was getting frustrated big time! Finally I woke up. Gosh I was dreaming, except the dream was as real as reality, and the only way to know it was not a dream was that I woke up. Weird. Then I turned it off for real. But I slept for like 5 minutes while it went off. Trying to stop it from beeping. It was pretty funny after I figured it out. WEIRD. *Twighlight Zone Theme Song*

Uplifting Celestial Musings

Well I was taking a walk and was looking at the marvelous clouds when the sun has just set. I think they are so beautiful. I remember that when I was a little younger that perhaps God lets dead people in heaven paint the sky for him. Like maybe Picasso is up there making skys. Or your relative. I nice and friendly thought I guess. I wanna make a sky! That'd be cool. Like the ones where it is late at night and the clouds are cirlce around the moon, and it feels so otherwordly, and kind of creepy I'd love to do that.

Close Encounter of the Fuzzy Kind

 



Well, I had an intersting Adventure today. I was taking a walk, and get an idea that maybe this abandoned house thats about a mile from ours has an attic, and if it does, well then perhaps there is something interesting up there. I had already explored all the house but the basement and the possbile attic. The basement had a funny smell that perhaps was a critter's home so I decided it would be wise to not disturb him. After all how would you feel if a stranger decided to take a tour of your house and barges in without asking. Not good, and besides this fellers teeth are sharper then yours! So I pack up some gear. A rope, binoculars, a lanter, some water, and of course my trusty walking stick that is quite stout in order to ward off unknown terrors! I trek down the road until I get to a dirt road of sorts. (if it can be called a road, maybe just a dirt path) but its as wide as a road. On either side is corn. Its taller then me, and hot in there. It already has an otherwordly feel. So after about a quarter of a mile I get through it, and get to the shelter belt. On one side is the OLD trees and the other side are trees that are like 5 years old. Quite a contrast. It feels safe here. So I follow the road all the way around the back and the side of the house. Then I enter what used to be the front door. Used to be cause its gone now. I go in, but be careful because the floor is weak and has huge gaping holes in some spots, that lead directly down to the basement. Which is riddle with many unknown and bulky objects best left alone. Its also very very dark. The house has no windows but has rectangular holes where they once were. So sun is pouring in. There is nothing in here really but some plaster and indiscernable bits of refuses scatter throughout.  I peer through a hole in the wall to the other room... nothing! A hole in the floor prevents me from going into it. I am inter the kitchen, and the room perhaps was a bedroom. To get to it you had to go the living room and then there. The living room has a big hole. In the kitchen is a  very very step stairway leading where else but upstairs. I have been up here. I see cracks in the stairs dont think its a good idea to walk on them. So I reach way up to a secure ledge and pull myself up there with my arms. Directly left of me I enter what I percieve to be a child's bedroom. This room has always fascinated me. Because on the wall in gray and red garishly painted letters it says Margo Room and the below it has indiscernable design. The paint was allowed to drip down from the letters and has a fealing as if it was written in distress. On the floor is a beer bottle. Probably left from when the senior kegers had graced the house with their drunken presense. The last vestiges of a fire pit can be seen outside littered with beer bottles. Accusing them of their deeds and trespassing upon this ancient and perhaps haunted place. The keggers did not stay for long. Perhaps the ghost of Margo had driven them away in terror. I go across the small hallway into a nother room. This one is of no interest except for a swallow dive bombed me, and there are perhaps twenty broken nests on the floor and 3 or 4 new ones. There is a gaping hole in the floor to the last room which must be the "master bedroom" of its time. It looks very treaterous. I am determined to get across. In a giant closet I remember from last visit there is straw, food dishes a giant leg bone of some kind, and a dead black furry thing that is comparable to a big dog. It was chained up round the neck to the wall, but it was to dark to see anything else. This time however I have a lantern. So I set down my bag, and take out my rope. I look up wards. There is also a gaping hole in the ceiling. Reveiling that there is no attic, yet there is a small space up there thats about a foot tall. There are 2X4s running crossways in the space. I test them, and find them to be sturdy. I double up my blue rope and attach it to the 2X4s. I swing a cross. I forget my walking stick so I swing back to get it. Now I am in the door entrance. There is a board that runs on the bottom of the door. I test it and find is solid. There is another hole infront of the closet. I walk on the side of it and stand in the doorway. I can see a little more. The closet is bigger then I thought. Running the whole length of the master bedroom. Its covered in straw and ancient doo doo. It doesnt smell though. I wonder what they kept in here. COulda been a werewolf. HEHE. I shine the light where the monster had been. The bone, chain and the black form is gone! It was dead of couse so it didn't escape. Perhaps another big animal carried it away. I dunno. So When I 1st came at the back of the house I smelled strong odor of an animal. I wanted to peak out the window and see if I could see anything. I got halfway there and seen a gaping hole in the ceiling. The hole in the floor was keeping me hostage. AHH! Up in the ceiling halfway hidden was a GIANT racoon. I screamed a naughty word and ran back to the hole I had swung over. In my fright I easily cleared the pitfall. Grabbed my bookbag fully of my stuff shoved the stuff I had on me back in there threw that out the window. Jumped down the stairs grabbed my book bag them I calmed down.  When I was able to think clearly I remebered how cute the coon was. He had fluffly doglike ears that stood erect and very adorable facial features. IT was fluffly. It just sat there and really didn't take no interest in me. Although he was looking straight at me. He never made a move to attack or snarled. Then I noticed my butt was wet! Wait hold it! Not what you were thinking. In the fall from the 2nd story window my water bottle's cap had came undone and had soaked my book bag. I took out my lanter fast. Ugh! Oh well at least I am alive and unharmed. But what a sissy spaz I am. Oh well. I almsot want a pet racoon now, They are so cute. HEHE. So the moral of the story is scarry things lurk in old houses!

Toilet Paper Blues

Well Yesterday I used the last of our TP. So I was you know, mad cause we didnt have any. Of couse its in the morning, and I was leaving, but andy was home. HAHA he probably will have to go #2 at least once, and there was none. But wait whats this I found a role in my glove compartment. HAHA I decided to ransom each sheet for an astronomical sum like 5 bucks for 10 sheets. Torture him... well you know there is also burn weed and thistles if he gets desperate so its not like I am being mean or something like that! HEHEHEHEHE.

The Stewing Squirrel

Lamb Chops: You know what they say about angry bakers?

Sexy Squirrel: Derr ERR Ummm Gosh No!

Lamb Chops: They make make a mean cookie!

Toucan Pam: Roooook Koo Koo!

Sexy Squirrel: What an imbecile! Even the parrot thinks your dumb.

Err Brain Broke

I was driving home from watertown today, and I drive by this tree with a miniture horse or donkey or something tied up to it. I think to myself, what a pretty bunny. Then a few seconds later I figure out my mistake and start laughing insanely... Maybe there is something wrong with me... naw! Hey look at that cute little bird... mooooooooo ahhhhhhhhh hey dont bite me there! AHHHHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHHHH! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. IM BEING MAULED BY A TWEETY COW! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! kERSPAT!

You know... I think you rarely will ever see the total genuine person below the surface... We all have certain things we hide. Sometimes we will hide most of ourselves, and put on a front people see because we are insecure. Its only to protect ourselves. So that we don't get burned... even maybe to family. No one really seems to understand me. I am different. I have strange ideas. I don't think like most people. When I tell them what I think deep down, my ideas are met with hostility. They are instantly dismissed, and not even considered. I guess its hard to accept other views then your own. Therefore Its hard for me to show my true self. Sometimes I will reveal part of myself to someone, but then after this bit of trust just to test the waters I have to retract back so I don't get burned. I used to be shy, and it has been a very difficult and frustrating path coming to where I am today. The reason was because I was different. People hate different I guess. Maybe you just have to accept that people are going to burn you and you just have to give it all out to them. I dunno. There is only one person who does understand me. I have shown her everything. I have taken her into my confidence and revealed so much to her that no one else has ever seen. I trust her entirely. She is the only one. Not my friends not my family. Some things I can't hardly admit to myself, yet I can tell her. Tammy if there ever was anyone who could complete me it would be you. I mean how often do you ever find anyone who you can actually trust? I would give her everything. And then some. I don't do it because she gives me happiness and I simply want more. Its because she shows me so much love that I don't deserve, I feel she deserves it. I love you. Its something beyond love... Love really doesn't convey the emotion... its more then that... Its devotion and trust. Just whenever you have a problem or something goes wrong you would tell them cause they will listen. They care. Its something beyond words. Divine. Tammy I love you... Wholly and Totally. All I can say is Thank You.

The Gray Area Between Lunacy and Genius

Garland Green: Now you're just talking semantics. What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?

The Cataclysm of the Downed Down

I was just gonna change my pillow case so I take my I think its ducks or goose feather pillow out of the case. Semi roughly. Then poof! Feathers fly everywhere Holy crap! My room looks like a war zone, with a poor little white goose as the victim. Honest its not an international goose laundering ring!

Breaking News- Pussy Breaks Nuts

Breaking Bulletin from BS news!

Reporter Stan: This is your action news reporter stan the man! This just in we have a report that some how in a bizzare freak accident a pussy attacks and apparently crushed both nuts of an innocent piggy! We go to our witless witness now!

Innocent Redneck Bystander: Yeeeeeaaahhh! I was jus standin over der by da cumquats when i har this awful shrieking piggy squeal. Popcorn everywhere, green bowl flies, then MEOWWWW! Holy !@#!@$ flying pussy! Piggys legs fly in da air... SQUEEEL! Pussy scrambles left then right Reowww! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Then weeeeeeeee the poor pussy bamboozles through the air. HOOOOOOO doggies! That was shore sum fun eh!

Reporter Stan: This happened just a few minutes ago at the house of our very own sheep! What an uncanny fluke of fate was this? Perchance? Blah BLah Blah cool word.... yadda yadda yadda.... etc etc etc.... the end... THIS IS YOUR ACTION NEWS REPOTER STAN THE MAN LIFE FROM THE SCENE OF THE UMM... CASTRATION.... SIGNING OFF!

Yah! Its time to pump some IRON!

Hasta La Vista Fat! YEAH! Well this summer I figure I will have alot of time on my hands and it is time to start looking like ARR-NULD! So I (with my help of my body building bible: "The new Encyclopedia of Modern Body-building" by none other then the KING himself Arnold Schwartzenegger) designed a weight lifting routine, and a meal plan (which is just as important). SO yepers monday after work Its crunch time! When I was fat I used to weight 220. Then the summer of 2003 I started lifting weights and I went down to 180. Now I am up to 190. Well I don't care about weighing alot as long as its muscle. But this extra weight isnt sadly. I quit over the winter because I devoted all my time to my girlfriend. Thats OK I much rather be with her then anything else, but fate is going to limit our time this summer. Work and all the chains society ties to our heart and all. But Instead of moping around I am gonna hit the gym. At my home that is so watch out world Tyler West will soon be rock hard and super hott! Oh wait I already am... well I will be scorching hahah! Hasta La Vista BABY!

Caffeine

This stimulant, usually in coffee or soda-pop, or as a supplement improves athletic performance. Overdoses cause many negative side effects; insomnia, disturbances of heart rhythm, and gastric disturbances (hehe) are common. Large doses and stress can lead to dysfunctions of the central nervous system. All around bad crap! Drink water!

The Love Doctors

Here are the love doctors Darci and Tyler with your *Practical love advice without the price*. So Darci what do you think makes a lasting relationship?

Love Dr. Darci: My advice to anyone in a realastionship is this: you may think everything is great, you get along great, have no problems at all...but that does not mean that you are meant for each other. You have to expeireince some hard times and get through them. Fights are inevitable, no matter how much you think they will never happen, and if you cant get over fights, you are pretty much doomed.

Good Advice... and Dr. Tyler what is your view on communication?

Love Dr. Tyler: Communication is really important to a lasting relationship. You need to address problems right away instead of letting yourself stew in them. No problem was ever solved by ignoring it. Remember your kindergarten rule: Compromise. Also if your significant other is doing something to annoy you don't do it back to them. Address this and tell them how this makes you feel. Communicate!

Thanks both of you for your love advice please tune in next time for *practical love advice without the price!* Until next time... stay cool!

Commercials on the Phone!

Yesterday some dude called and had me answer a political survey. LOL I have no idea about anything he was talking about really. I don't know candidates. So I just played along it was kinda funny making up stuff. Then I get a friggin political comercial for some larry deedrick ON THE PHONE! Isnt anything sacred anymore?! Next what will happen? Suppose they wont even let me use my digital camera without first watching a 30 second commercial.. or something... blah blah blah. I get enough commercials on TV. In fact most of Tv is a giant commercial you watch cause your bored anyway. Seriously how many shows do you actually enjoy that you watch. Probably alot of them you watch cause you have nothing to do. All hail the boob tube! I dunno. I dont mind movies... no commercials. Well at the beginning. Actually you know what.... There is a bloody commercial in my Xbox game. WTF. I dont wanna buy your crap people... get a friggin life and leave me alone! I am a hermit/hippy. laff I live in a cave with my pet hyena. Ma paw taught he howda shoot any un sellin stuff! So go on git! Sheesh! Not really, but whatever. STOP THE INSANITY!

Quest for the Elusive Albert Island!

Holy Makeral I am tired! I got a slight eyeache. When I got home (5:30) I left at like 1:30. I was so thirsty wow! I didnt bring water after all. I was starving also. SO I drink like a 3rd of a 2 litre bottle of hawaiin punch and a 1/4 of a liter of 7 up. Plus another glass of hawaiin punch. I think I might start on some milk. Did all this without stopping hardly... Anyway to my journey report!

I stark off at 1:30... I Go across our field to the east and get on the gravel road. I look back and see if dogs are following me... nope cool. SO then i get onto the dirt road between two plowed fields that go to the abandoned house. I get to the shelter belt, and there is a giant puddle. A little squirrel is drinking from it. It runs away. Then I go pas the shelter belt to a field of clover. I come upon a drop off that goes down to the lake. The cliff is about 10 feet tall. I see some geese and take 2 pictures of then. So I climb down. Basically the whole time I have been heading south. On the beach it is mostly all rocks. I am parell to another abandoned farm stead all that is left of it are foundations and rusting junk.There are cliffs here that block my view. They are about 15 feet tall and grassy. Finally I get to a giant cleft in the two cliffs about 200 feet across. There is a gradual incline that looks like water flows down when it gets rainy. There is expansive beach here. Lots of rocks. I look around for dead cows. Once long ago I was here and seen a dead cow. Anyway so then I Gradually turn East and it gets really rocky. (I am following the beach here the whole time) Its not to far this time then I get around a outcrop of rock and turn back going south again. After a little while I see an old old car. It musta been from the 40s or 50s. It was a teal color. I took 4 picks of it. The body was pretty good on the outside, but the inside was a rusty shell. I seen another car as a was coming down. It was perched upon a grassy cliff. Then a little farther that way still going south I find the resonably large flat beach sortof. It almost looks like quick sand. I was walking though it cause it was the only place to go. Hopping from tree logs and rockier ground. I then sink a little in this one spot. I am like oh shit! But it was only mud. Anyway I keep going now heading east again lots of rocks for about 150 feet then south. Then shortly east again. High cliffs here and mostly beach. The water is really dirty here even more then before. Its green and foamy really mirky. I see up on the cliff with is sheer and all dirt a roap hanging from a tree limb. It almost looked like someone coulda hung themselves. I heard a weird humming sound almost like a jet, but I couldnt see on. I had a few seconds of unreasonable fear then I moved on. During this whole thing it was really sunny and warmish-hot. So I move on. Then I got south east for a while again then head east again. The clffs dissapear and there ar trees to teh south of me. The water looks really clean and you can see to the bottom like two feet down. Its really nice here and the beach is huge. No rocks at all. I keep going and see a fence. There are two deer drinking on the other side. I take 2 pictures of them. I get closer and it says keep out nesting area. SO I go back but whats this? There is gravel coming down on teh beach. I follow it for a little ways going south now. Ahh a old dirt road I am in hogs back. So I follow the road. Its neat I am totally surronded by trees on my left and there is a reasonably large field of grass to my left and its boarded by trees. I get to the other side of the beach. I just bypassed a large walk, even if I did go past the fence. SO I sit down and look what time it is. MY digital camera say it is 3 oclock. Not back. I see the island! I look with my binoculars. There seems to be no obvious way to get to it. No land bridge. I wander what I should do its a heck of a long way there. It is like to the south east and I have to first go on to horese shoes like this-> .^>
The dot represents the island. I have to start at the first curveto the right of the dot. Its a long was round about. I sit and think what to do. I deside I got lots of time and I might get there so I go. I head west now. Its fine at first, althought I am a little bored. I see lots and lots of dead fish, then I see all these dog like foot prints and this the rock piles by the cliffs. These are only like 8 feet tall. I smell death. It could be a coyote den. I almost turn around. There is hardly any beach and its all rocky. I have to go close to the den. But I so dont be a wuss, and go on. I pick up a rock for good measure, and be as quiet as I can. I sneak past. I have to crouch on my hands and kness almost to get under a tree that has fallen over the path. Whew no evil killer man eating monsters here. That I can see anyway! I go for a little was and look down... whats this?! There is water seeping from the ground. HMM... I look up at the cliff and my eyes follow a big stream that is pretty wide. What do we have hear. A natural spring right in the side of a cliff. Awesome! By overcoming my fear I am rewarded. I get 2 pictures of it. My dad said springs are pretty clean I drank jsut a little bit. It was the purest water I had tasted. Cleaner then Lake Norden water I bet. It was clear also. Its really awesome I found that I never heard of no one talk about it. It goes right into the lake. It is pretty loud and has about twice as much water coming out as a bath tub faucet. There was a cave that the water came out of that was about 1 and a half feet wide. I stuck my head in tehre, but dindt go in. IT was wet. So I continue.I go east again. Then south there is a rocky point I look at the island here. I take the binoculars and set them down... I forget them. Then I go east. I see a house and 2 dilapitaded buildings. Someone may live in the house but teh buildings are in disrepair. Then there is a mini desert on the beach with scraggly bushes and cow pies. Its pretty big. Bigger then a normal beach by alot. I continue. Going south across the desert now. I remeber my binoculars, but decide to keep going. I come upon some cliffs that are really big sheer dirt ones iwth tons of birds in them. No trees on the top. Pretty cool There are many rocks here that go way up from the lake. I see a fence go to it, and decide to turn around I am in the bottom right of the top point .^). I cant even see the island anymore. There is a slight incline in one of the birdy cliffs and I run up there fast to see whats at the top. Cant see anything but grass so I fall back down again. I go back to the desert and decide to take another pick of it. I cant! No camera. I retrace my steps and find it where I ran up the cliff in a pile of dirt. I go back and retrieve my Binoculars, I look at the island. There is a land bridge that goes pretty far in the direction of poinseet from the island, but it only makes it about half ways across the island. I seen all three sides of it, but the last and it has none. There may been one, but I am sceptical. I think it is under water. SO I got back.I am killer thirsty so I take 4 sips from the spring. At this point I dont care. But I aint gonna drink from the lake Sick! Maybe Ill be like Tuck Everlasting. By the time I get across the hogs back I am dead tired. By the time I get back to the abandoned house I am a walking zombie. I am giddy when I open our house door, and drank like an anti camel! I was happy to get home. THAT was a good workout. I would say I went apromixatmly 10 miles. I musta went close to half the ways around the lake. I got sunburned On my amrs I guess. I think I am gonna go to sleep. I salute you If you read all of this. You must either
1) love me
2) be insanely bored
3) love nature
But whatever! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...bye...ZZZZZZZZ

Off I go into the wild blue yonder!

Well I am struck with wanderlust again. Since about four or five years ago i always wanted to go to this island in a lake by my house, but I never got around to it. Every winter I planned a trip to walk across the ice. Or summer to get a boat. Finally I am going right now! I dont have to boat this time I think its dry enought there is a land bridge! Super.
Supplies are
1) Binoculars
2) Digital Camera
3) Pocket Knife
4) Walking Stick
5) Water

Not to much, but oh well. I am not sure how far away it is, but It will probably take at least 1-3 hours to get there. Wander what is on it? Maybe Ill find some treasure. Thatd be cool, but I doubt it. An arrow head if I am lucky. Well Hope no one gets worried I may be gone a while. Ill be fine. Well I will miss my gf hope she can call me after dance even thought itll be late. I hope we can finally go to a movie sometime! Seems like it has been doomed ever since prom! OH well! OFf I go... ILL BE BACK! HEHE.. Love you squirrel. =)

Oh ya I found some of my old underwear, and it smells(i wanted to know if it was clean!) like our substitute ms stinky perfume! My gosh what was she doing with my undies? Not any of my doing thats for sure. Only squirrel gets to play with em! just kidding =) dont mean to embarrass you tooooo much...hehehe... buh bye.

It's ALIVE!!!!

The sleeping monster roars to life! I figured out how to get the gas tank open. Its odd. But anyway put in the gas. Put on the jumper cables to my moms ford explorer. Charged it for 3 minutes. Not enough juice it musta been drained. So I left it for like 5 more minutes and tried again. It was kinda choking at first so I gave it a "generous" amount of gas (haha) a few times, and it awoke. Took em off and went to town. I filled the tank with 2.4 more gallons. All my moneys gone. Till mom reimburses me anyway. Then went to Poinset, then to badger, and home. Just to let the alternator charge the battery.Didnt shut it off all while i was on my trip. It looked like the "battery charge gauge thingy" was at the right level. So i shut it off and it started pretty well at home. I think I will vacuum it out, and drive it to work tomorrow. It does have a cd player yet it wont play burned cds! of all the luck. Guess all my cds are in my car at tammys house anyway. Its got power everything even mirrors, and cruise. Its alright. I like it though cause I resurrected it!Well time to get vacuuming. See ya.

Car Woes

Well I got back with a few gallons of gas for our 1984 Ford Aerostar Van. However there is a problem. Its obvious where the gas tank is, but its totally flat I don't know how to get in there. I am not a moron either, although a few would beg to differ. I am thinking its automatic, yet I can't find an obvious switch either. It has no manual. Think Ill look on the internet for answers. bye bye.

Free, yet Captive...

Yes! I am free of that confining institution of school, yet I am not free because I am denied access to my squirel. She still goes to school, till like the 25th or something. Plus my car doesn't work anymore...don't ask... But I guess I gotta do a few things today. I am kinda sad though. I miss my girlfriend even for a day. Obsessed? I prefer to call it madly in love!
My tasks
1) Deposit 100$ in mothers account to pay for grad (shes borrowing)
2) Get gas for van
3) Jump a start to the van
4) Chores
5) Sit here all alone
6) supposed I can lift weights.
7) Maybe Ill write more in my on-going book.

Tammy If you read this can you remember to ask Shiela the janitor if she has my stuff from graduation, and my leather jacket?

I need to start remembering stuff I guess. Anyway I think Ill go deposit the cash now, then I think I will make a cd. Procrastination at its best! Later For now. Ill write l8r mby.

Nasty Little Hobbits

I was chilling at Tammy's house when a nasty little hobbit stepped on my foot. It wasn't very pleasant because hobbits aree ginormous. I let out a frightful croak due to the fact that I misplaced my voice and as of yet it has alluded me. Then the hobbit was frightened at my noise. So he pulls out his wooden stick, bent on a mission to vanquish the evil frog in my throat, but instead he tripped and broke his stick.

The End

Computer Geeks Unite!

Pac-Man in Real Life

This is cool. They are going to play pac man in real life to increase social interation among geeks! Lol sounds like fun. They are like remote controlled ppl or something check it out!

Mr. Chameleon Why Do You Change?

It has been brought to my attention that some people dislike my new domain title and description. They liked my old one better attributing their opinion to the circumstance that it was more "me". It was me, then, but now, its not. Part of me belongs to the outdoors. I love nature. Do I care if people think I am femmy? Incase you haven't noticed I could care less what anyone else thinks. Not to say I am uncaring towards peoples feelings, just that I have no need to be what everyone else thinks I should. I am what I am. So why should I worry, I am being true to myself, and that is the only respectable thing an individual can do. I apologize to the people who have a problem with my title, but I will stay with it untill it comes to pass that I have an impulse to change. Sorry. No hard feelings I hope, I am simply being true to my whimsical emotions, and feelings.. I bid you: adieu adieu adieu....fare-thee-well.

A Change is in the Air

Well as you can see I changed my title, and description of website. I like this one better. Since I like to be outdoors, and flowers, trees, plants, etc. I think I am hungry... I am making a new rock burned cd... only have 2 blank ones left we need to buy more! Anyway I like to change sometimes... routine is usually dull to me pleh! Anywho im gonna go boil my bum... just kidding. Ill be off then, as a wise men once said. "I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!" Oh wait that was monty python nevermind!

Mans inhumanity to Man

Why is the human race so cruel to its member? Why at school does one kid make fun of the other? So what if someone is different? Why do some people make it their personal mission to ostracize a certain person simply because that person is distinctive from the masses? We as a people are capable of immense love, and feats of selfless sacrifice, yet we are also capable of such hate and brutality. How can this bizarre dichotomy exist? I am afraid there are more questions then answers. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I find it difficult to admit that I am one of these people, although not as much as most. In fact, probably everyone at some point has thought ill of someone who looked or acted strange. Therefore I perhaps can infer various answers.

First, it helps to identify the issue, by creating a scenario to explain our situation.

You are walking down the hall way with your brand new outfit. You are quite proud of it, you decided to try something new this time, and you think you made a good choice. Your attire is composed of long white bell bottoms, with a polyester cotton shirt, and a necklace with the peace sign. You are feeling immensely proud of your latest attire. This outfit you feel fits you, and even though it isn’t what everyone else is wearing you like it. You are showing your individuality. You pass a group of laughing kids in the hall and say “hi” to them, as friendly as possible. However all you get in return are dirty looks. You wonder why… Next, a group of people come up, and start taunting you, for no apparent reason. You didn’t do anything to them, and in fact you have never even met them, so why are they picking on you?
“Hey fag nice outfit did you get that in the sixties? Says one
“Yeah, how about you go back there and stay!” says another
“Freak!” says the last

After their comments you are feeling isolated from everyone else. They have singled you out, and made you a laughing stock. As a result of their taunting you now hang that outfit in your closet, and acquire the “popular” clothing they wear, and act just like them. They have stomped out your individuality, and made clones of themselves. You act just like them, and now you become the one who teases the people whose only crime is harboring the horrendous sin of being themselves. Simply so you fit in and be accepted.

Regrettably this affliction that is plaguing our society is all too familiar. The most distressing thing is people are not born like this, but society conditions people to despise others who have the courage to be who they truly are. Look at the little children. Do they have prejudices? No. They are the true innocents. Then they attend the academy of conformity, (school), so their behavior can come to resemble assembly line products, and their attitudes are warped into being mindless automatons, which is similar to a computer program. Conditioned responses are elicited when a given stimulus is encountered. The outcome is always the same; because they haven’t been taught to think for themselves. Perhaps the responsible parties may be vindicated, due to the fact that they don’t realize what they are doing. It is not really the teachers fault or the students, but the essential structure of school. The fundamental flaw is actually in the “educational” technique. The big ugly word that I hate is conformity, and school harbors this like a virus. What to wear, what to say, what we can do. Seating charts. Worksheets all the same, answers are card-board cut outs. In the broadest aspects school stomps out our individuality early, and fails to teach us about ourselves. We all learn at the same pace and way, at school, and there really isn’t any room for us each to grow individually. I don’t think school teaches us knowledge. True knowledge isn’t the memorization of a mass of facts. For then what are we but vast storage banks of information. Like a computer. How smart is your computer? Pretty stupid I would say. School needs to teach us to be ourselves, so that we can branch off and see in perspective. Children really don’t understand what they are being taught. They are just being taught what to do and say in a given situation, instead of being able to think of all the factors, and thereby making a determination of all solutions, and outcomes. They simply say A=B, and thinks that is the one and only solution. Well maybe many things equal B not just A. However, children are taught how to think, and they don’t realize the nature of what A=B actually means only that it does. It is a flawed way of thinking from the start. Consequently, they can’t function correctly in society. These ideas of only one way to do something, is terrible. Closed-mindedness is a major hindrance to our continued self-actualization. What a horrible injustice we are doing to the whole human race!

Not only is the socialization of young people to blame, but conceivably also is our negligence to reinforce children’s self-esteem. After all if you have high self-esteem you wont feel as much of a need to be a replica, and will be able to think for yourself, and not what your “friends” and school tells you to think. It’s obviously that humans don’t know everything, and perhaps we really know nothing, but simply assume we do. The quintessence reality we are conveying to kids is that our way is the only way, and everything else is incorrect. However kids with enough self-esteem and an inquisitive mind can see beyond the veil of deception to authentic reality, and therefore finally being able to think for themselves.

In the long run the bullies are the ones who like structure, rules, and have low self esteem. The rebels are the ones who are able to make their own version of reality tailored to their unique identity. However, the rebels are labeled the evil party, simply because they are diverse. The docile sheep types who never say anything are labeled the superior ones. They just want to stay out of it, but they haven’t developed to the potential of the rebels. Obviously we are not talking about the stereotypical rebels. The rebels we are concerned about are not violent, and don’t break rules for fun. These rebels go against the grain. They perhaps are the Goths, hippies, or whatever. Whatever label we give them. They are not doing anything wrong. They simply advocate using your brain to discover the actual nature of reality, instead of the cookie cutter version they are force-fed by the world. We could do well do learn from the rebels.

So what is my solution to this horrible injustice that is bogging down our society? Well, I have surmised that an acceptable course of action would be to attack this beast at its source: our teaching methods. Perchance, you have heard of the legend of the multi headed hydra. When the brave hero in our tale chopped off the hydra’s head; two sprouted in its place, then four, then eight, etc. However, when the brave adventurer attacked the root of the problem, and plunged his sword deep into the hydra’s abdomen, it flopped over and died. And the moral of the story is: treating the symptoms of a problem only escalates our crisis. The only way to alleviate an ailment is to assault it at its core. The most effective method, which is readily apparent to me, is to revamp the whole organization and social structure of our educational system.

We need to convey though school, that it is ok to be different, and transmit practical knowledge to children. By giving them hands on experience, so that they may create new, and unique ways to accomplish a wide array of tasks. Sadly, this point is usually ignored, largely due to the fact that it’s difficult, and impractical to teach like this. We have made school like the rest of our society; assembly line work. Always the same, and yes the method may work to some extent, but by merely teaching in this fashion, we are stomping out kids individuality. Ever heard the line: they don’t make things like they used to? Well in the “olden days” items were made by hand, and tender loving care was put into their work. That’s how they made their livings, and it had to be good or there was no food on the table. They enjoyed what they did, unlike the bulk of assembly line workers. This kind of work alienates the employees, and takes away their self-worth. School is doing the same to its kids. Children don’t learn true knowledge its all just memorization. We need to actually take them out, and show how things work, and not just make them memorize “stuff” for the test, then forget it.

My mom was once inspired by her science teacher, Mr. Swanson. The reason was his teaching methods were different. There are always a few teachers who are dedicated enough to actually provide comprehension of the topics covered and life experiences, that one can actually apply to their existence. He used to take the kids outside, and actually show them the different bugs, plants, trees, etc. The kids could see, and touch them, and ask questions. He provided hands on experience. This kind of teaching is usually unparallel in its potential for understanding the whole issue. They actually understood what the bugs and everything else did, and how they fit into the bigger picture. That has probably stayed with my mother more then most other things learned in school.

By no means is this the solitary problem that faces our race, and this is simply a small start, but it can cause an immense alteration in the way people view humanity. Hopefully, it can inspire kids to accept the different identity of people, and will create people who don’t harbor such prejudices, and people who are able to accept all views; even ones that are not their cookie cutter version of reality. They will appreciate that there isn’t only one way to accomplish something, but multiple. One day we may all appreciate the myriad of everyone’s different outlooks. When we understand each other and accept everyone as our brother instead of our enemy we will become a happier society. When that day comes to pass it will be a dawning of a new age in the maturation of our race. However, change doesn’t take place overnight and there is a lot of work to be done. As a wise-man once said; “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

....Important bulletin for Haters!....

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Attention... Attention.... All goe-tee haters please shave your private parts! Or Shut your pie holes! Thank you.....This is only a test, if it had been an actual emergency, we would have issued razors!.....

Astral Projection/Out-of-Body Experience

I have always been interested in OBE since i seen a episode of PSI FACTOR. A show about an actual agency that investigated real life case files of the paranormal. They had an episode about a prison man who had obes. Astral projection(same thing as a obe) is the seperation of your soul from your body. If you want to return to your body just imagine yourself back. You can do many things in this state. I personally am "sceptic" of this, but some people worry about demon possesion, but out of the two times I have been out I have seen no people or entities. Some people prefere to say a prayer before. Or imagine a white light surrounding them. This is supposed to protect them. Here is 2 techniques for achieving an obe. Dont worry if you dont the first time its hard, just keep trying. For more info on OBEs go to http://www.robertpeterson.org/

1- You can eaither do this in the day time or at night, however at the night you are tired so may fall asleep.

2- Know your destination before you go on(whether its a location in this world or a plane--you dont always have to do this...sometimes you can just drift and float to wherever you want)

3- find a quiet place that is comfortable to you.....make sure that there will be no interuptions at all, and it is quiet.

4- You can eaither lay flat on a bed in a comfortable position or in a comfortable reclineing chair. I would advise in a recliner. As in the bed you tend to interpret this as sleep, and want to drift off.

5- Relax.....close your eyes...lay your hands flat at your sides.....take deep breaths...relax every part of your body starting at your feet and going up to your head....clear your mind of all things around....think of nothing......(however if a thought enters dont worry dont stress at yourself, just observe it and push it away.)...focus on your breathing... you should start to feel very heavy.....dont move your arms...keep your eyes closed......just relax....feel your self get lighter....feel yourself floating up. Dont try to hard, that is self deafeating. You have to let go, and just let it happen. It seems the harder you want it the more stressed and unable to do it you become. Just relax, and be an impartial observer. Be open to whatever happens.

Another technique that you can try lay down, and imagine a rope above your head, and imagine you are climbing this rope up and up. Feel your muscle tense, but dont move. This exerts pressure on your astral body, and you should be able to feel this. Just feel it.

Some people may think I am crazy, but I don't care. I say they are crazy, because they have a closed mind, and this is such a plauge on of our society. Close mindedness. People unable to even considers others views other then thereself. I say if you are sceptical thats ok, but there is a difference between sceptical and closemindedness. Anyway if you are sceptical just try this. You may not have an actualy out of body experience, but you probably will feel something strange, that will propell you forward to explore this phenomenon further. Good Luck.

I am bored... (To make weary by being dull, repetitive, or tedious) that'd be this class. I just finished a interesting book, now I dunno what to do. Surfing the internet isn't that exciting. I am sorry to Tammy, but the book I am reading now "The stand" is not very exciting, it was, now it isn't. I dunno. I am not in the mood for horror. I am in the mood for some paranormal. I dunno... what is the meaning of life anyway? I dunno. maybe a worthless question, being there really isn't any definet answer, besides what you make for yourself. It is Senior Skip Day, and I am a senior, why am I here? Well I forgot it was SSD, and the Hamster drove me to school cause I am low on gas and cash. My brother is so hard to get along with. I swear he is one of the most selfish people I know. It not nice to say, but its true. If you were drowning, and you asked him to help you, he'd say:
Hamster: whats in it for me?
Helpless Victim: Nothing help me I would help you! PLEASE!
Hamster: Well thats your problem. You Retard. Asking me to help him! I am almost done with my sun tan! The nerve of some people!

He makes me so mad. He isn't a very nice person at all. Glad I don't act as horrid as he does.

Anyhow lalalallalalala. What shuld I do? Well I am definetly going to skip choir. That class sucks. Dunno why I joined it. Well it was cause of a wonderful girl, but I don't get to see her as much as I'd like in that class. We should have more free days! We are only off every other day. HEHEHEHE. Anyway i dunno I am just randomly muttering about stuff. Tammys so pretty... I need a vacation. I wanna go sum place warm, sunny, and wet. Hawaii, Cancun, bora bora, whatever. I hate winter. Glad its over, but it will be back. blah blah blah. I need something to do. Well Im outta here.

Guide To Eternal Happiness

This is hilarious... this is Rachel's Guide to being happy all the time. Cut and paste the link into the adress bar and press enter for a good laugh... warning: HUMPING BUNNIES

http://www.rachelarieff.com/happy.html

Day in the Life of an Enraged Half-Ogre

Smack!, Whack, Crack, Eat, Smack, Whack, Crack, sleep repeat.

Revised Car List

I don't know if anyone cares, but I will put the cars I want now on here.

1) Sparkly purple or blue impala. With perhaps spinner 18+ inch rims or lowered. All custom interior. Purple neons

2) Red or Black Corvette Convertible

3) Dodge Charger, can't decide on color with all performance upgrades. Hemi engine!, NOS, twin turbos, cold air intake, etc.

4) Black Escalade with tinted windows, Spinner Rims 24 inch, Green neons, DVD players inside, custom int, etc.

Thats all I want right now.

Sheffers is Dirrrrty!

"I'll go in and out in and out, until I am done, then Mandy and Deanna will come and ride you like little, little... monsters!"

~Direct quote from Mrs. Sheffers~

The problem with Psychology and Sociology

When in Sociology class I always got a bad feeling when studying the material. Like something was wrong. I disliked the subject matter for some reason. Psychology also, but to a lesser extent. However, I couldn't actually put my finger on what was wrong. Until now. When I was reading a book from the library called scientific evidence of the existence of the soul it all of a sudden dawned on me. These two "disiplince", if you will, leave no room for the soul. They reduce man to the most basic level of interaction between meaningless chemicals. Man is a machine, with no choice, or free will. This disturbes me. They leave no room at all for the divine, and frankly that seems wrong. Apparently they have no proof so they dismiss such beliefs as myth or folklore. There is something fundamentally wrong with this view. I think scientific dogma crosses boundaries in all the sciences. The belief that all men are semi-intelligent apes. Well sorry, but I think that is a bunch of crap. In Eastern philosophy they accept the existance of the soul as reality. They have many practices that involve it; such as yoga, meditation, acupunture, etc. I have a huge argument about the merger of east and west philosophies, but I will spare you of it. Suffice it to say that I think if that ever could happen both of us would be better off. Never blindly dismiss something, because it doesn't seem to fit your little cookie cutter view. Question everything. As I said before =)

"What you focus on, you become.
So always focus on that which is the highest, brightest,
happiest and most Noble of all Things -
Enlightenment."
-Rama

Positive Rant... I think

It is easy to think of negative things. Although that doesn’t necessarily mean good things are hard to think of. Maybe we just need practice. Being negative is a learned behavior, which can be changed. Ever notice usually if you think positive good things just seem to happen? Perhaps better things don’t happen when in a positive mental state, we are just better able to see and appreciate the good. I know you can’t always be positive. (well I don’t know that, but I can’t, at least I don’t know how…) But you don’t always need to be negative, think of the good things in life. Perhaps its better if we don’t look at society, because I am disappointed by it. As I point it usually what the majority does is wrong. Supposedly. You wonder if the people who make these quotes actually think about them, or just base them on a few random assumptions. Like George Carlin says:� I have this crazy thing I do… its called thinking.� Sorry, but most of us don’t do that we just accept what the masses do as gospel… sorry being negative again. What’s good in life? Well I guess we haven’t annihilated the whole human race yet. It’s a start. Sometimes we can’t see the minorities as humans. I have been raised to think that Mexicans are lazy, mean, and scary people. Well when I got my flat tire no white people stopped. At least 20 went by, and who finally stopped? Some kind Latin American people. Where were the supposedly good white people? Ohh gosh we are to busy. Anyway positive. Take for example the hated Indians. People here tell me they are lazy, dumb drunkards. Not true. I worked with a two Native American’s who were nicer to me then all the white people. In fact one of the white persons threatened to cut MY throat. Gee I love my race. Not. They had great work ethic to. My white boss sat on his butt, the whole day and chatted with other people. The Native Americans didn’t even take breaks. Not because they couldn’t, but because they had work ethic. My gosh what a bunch of hypocrites we are. We are worse then everyone else sometimes so we must accuse other people of being bad so they wont see how bad WE are. Sorry I must be positive. Gee being negative is so ingrained in me and my society no wonder we have to kill each other to get along! Well I am drawing a blank except for my girlfriend. She is the redeeming quality of society. If everyone was like her, well I am sure the world would be better, and definitely more interesting. She is the most kind and wonderful girl ever. She actually cares like few ever do. Another thing is dogs. The majority of us show love and actually love our dogs. But I guess it really easy to love things that show you so much love. But in the words of Jesus: (not a quote cause its not exact but close) {Even an evil person can love people who love him so what makes you any different?} Well lets see… Ahh just read my yearbook the best thing, and redeeming quality in life is good friends. If you have good friends you can take your problems to them, talk live and laugh, but the best of all is a lover who is your best friend. Tammy I love you. Life is great, its not bleek. You just need a wonderful person with a heart who can light your way. I have found mine have you found yours?

Movie Review: The Passion of Christ

What can really be said about this movie? It is different from anything else I have ever seen before. Wow… First of all I guess the biggest thing is the violence. Even after hearing so many people who have watched this movie and telling how violent it is, you don’t comprehend how horrible the scenes of torture are. I have watched many R rated movies in my life, and they seem like a day care compared to this. If you are even a little squeamish stay away. Basically the main themes of this movie was how evil people can be to each other, and in stark contrast is Jesus who loved us so much EVEN after the terrible torture we put him though that he sacrificed himself for our sins. The scenes of violence are quiet disturbing and sometimes I couldn’t even watch. Not only that but there are a few parts that are unexpected, and scared you like when Jesus steps on the head of the snake. I knew it was coming, but I still jumped. This movie portrayed Jesus as human, he was suffering, and apparently in his childhood had fun. The things I learned from the movie was how petty and small my worries are compared to what HE went though, and if Jesus can forgive the people who did all those horrible things to him well I guess I can forgive someone who calls me names and petty things like that, plus just how much God actually loves us. And we really probably all deserve to die. The two best parts of the movie are probably the part where Satan is defeated, and where Jesus is resurrected from the dead. Basically this movie was very, very violent, but I wouldn’t say needlessly. There is a point to the violence. To show how much God actually loved us to give his only son up to all this violence and pain, and have him die, for us. Undeserving as we are. All in I like this movie, but I don’t think this is for everyone. If you can’t stand violence I would say stay away. Definitely not suitable for children because of the violence yes, and they probably wouldn’t understand.

In a lighter note in most of my rants I talk about negative thins, so I am going to write a positive rant. Its always easier to talk negative so I am going to be positive. Stay Tuned.

The Virus

a long and sinuous worm
slithering pathetically in the dark
consuming all it encounters
indiscriminately devouring all it sees

its hunger insatiable
its lust unquenchable
destroying one and the next
uncaring unfeeling unyielding

consequences forgotten
its magnificent world destroyed
in the rash ignorance
of its eternal indifference

Educational Rant Continued

Gee going to school, and seeing all these kids doesn't give me much hope. I am not sure exactly what happens when people mature, but it seems to me that the kids are simply ignoranat, and have no desire to change. Adults are even less, and simply shells. Not everyone, but thats what I see.

I am not saying in my previous rant that education is evil I am simply stating that the way we go about it is flawed. We simply memorize facts, without actually understanding. Learning is good. However what we do at schools isn't really learning, and I am not sure what they teach I really want or need to learn anyway. .We are just turned into a mindless herd of sheep. Schools like to stomp out creativity. They would have us all be the same. Being different is important. If we simply memorize, and repeat what some famous dead guy said are we actually smart? No to be smart you actually have to be on e of the smart guys. What did all of the giants like Einstein and Plato have in common? Radical ideas that they thought up by themselves. What I am trying to say is hard. It is not exactly defined. You must understand from your own perceptions. Basically a means of education with hands on experiences would be better. Which encourges kids to enjoy education, and therefore learn for themselves as the understand their creative potential they can grow exponentially.