From Obtaining Lost Items To a Strange Trend In Extra-curricular Sports

Someone saved some of my stuff for me. I haven't shown my thanks to them yet, but I am planning to surprise them with something custom-made, for sure.

 In that treasure pile they provided, I had a road atlas. Yes!

 I gently placed it on the corner of the bed while I worked to store all of the other goodies in the closet space that I'm provided.

 Once I returned to the huge book, I flipped to a Randoom page and pointed at a town.

 The town was very small, so I wanted another.

 This next town was just a bit bigger. I wanted honest-to-god cities, not suburban satellites.

 What do you know, I hit Albequerque.

 Started reading up on the place and it's quite a story, but not this one.

 The one thing that stood out to me was the listing of it's sister cities.

 Sister cities are beneficial ties that any city can make with another in the world, upon agreement.

 It was a snore-fest looking at the list, if I'm honest, but I laugh in my sleep and found a peculiar oddity.

 Most of the cities were tied to others in different countries. Not Waikiki, Hawaii's. No.

 It's sister city is Bixby, Oklahoma. I haven't ever been there, but something in me wanted to go a little further here.

 Bullet is the name of their rag. I'm down for flaunting the second amendment, but I'm not sure that's where they were going when they named it. Anyway, I checked out the latest issue and was in insta-shock when I saw the front page.

Woah, just wait a freakin' minute!

 What? For those that can't tell from the pic, those boys are playing a version of Quidditch, from the Harry Potter series.

 I saw this and was instantly inflamed. Apologies to all the fans, and J.K. Rowling if offense is taken by these next logical statements.

 First, there is a flying ball in quidditch. I've not watched the full movie sets, but I do know that rule. That was the rule that made it cool to me. That is the one rule that if they ignore, they're all just playing a version of polo with a plain jane volleyball, while riding on brooms.

 Why make an actual extra-curricular activity from the Potter series? Because it's popular. I wish it were because the game is cool, but alas, it's not too exciting when compared to the silver screen version.

 I can think of several different games that only exist in fiction that should become school sports. Number one of all is Orson Scott Card's battle room from his Ender's Game series.

 "Wait, Shock. You are expecting children to shoot a freezing adhesive at each other while flying around a room in zero gravity with ropes and such?", asks my even-more-cynical invisible girlfriend.

 "Ah, just wait for technology to catch up. I'll even start getting interested in this Quidditch game,

                                                  WHEN BALLS FLY!"

Hurdles, Roadbumps, and Occupational Hazards

 Recently, I've been a little nostalgic for a certain MMO. I used to be addicted to this thing so bad that it was like breathing air. I had to play every single day. I was such an addict that I refused to pay a monthly fee, and went with a lifetime account option.

 One day I didn't play, then the next was without the game. Pretty soon, I had realized that I had not logged in for a while. I kept up with the new updates when they'd come out. I'd log in, check it out, and then log off. It just didn't have the appeal that it used to.

 The game changed hands in the intervening years, giving the title a new life. It was something that made me want to log back in and play around in the new areas.

Hurdle one, the  e-mail account I had used when signing up was no longer valid. It was tied to an ISP that I had since dropped. So, I forgot a bunch of details like my incredibly hard to remember username. I'm remembering that it had alternate caps and lowercase letters, so no one but me could log in. Ha, a good idea at the time, but I have since forgotten such name and have wiped all memory of the title off of my hard drive.

 I e-mailed the new company of my problem. They responded wanting all sorts of info that I could not get to, being that the e-mail addy was no longer available. 

 So now, I'm negotiating with the customer service rep to give me access, even though I don't have access to the original email. The person is now willing to pare down the essential info that I need to provide to two memorable pieces of info. I hope I get them right.

 I have decided to attend college. I have never done so, and seeing as how the job market is so bleak, I thought I'd pursue an education that may allow me more choice in career.

 The amount of hoops to go through almost seems endless. It's almost as if they're weeding out the weak-willed prospective students by not really giving an order in which to go about the steps to start. Everything states that you must do something else before doing that one thing, but the one thing they point you to states that the other needs to happen first. What?

 I'm to get my transcript. I won't even mention what my shot records will take. Tough cookies. I tried this before, and the school that I graduated from is still holding my transcript hostage for some handsome sum, like a ransom. This is due to my hoarding of textbooks and library books.I also used them for various unconventional experiments that the books never withstood. I wasn't aware that they kept records so well. Darn administrators. But they know not who they are dealing with. I will find a way to get that piece of paper that gives me the right to closer to my role in higher ed.

 Occupational hazards are sometimes worth the trouble. I was a mason's helper for a while. It was pretty fun, but the one time I was checking the hopper for the consistancy of the mortar, Boom! right in the eye. My safety glasses were not doing their job. I ended up washing my eyeball so much that I could pass for a Ren and Stimpy eye model, red veins and all.

Image grabbed from

srqpix

Update: I've since beaten one of the hurdles. Made a ss of it:

  Thanks for letting me rant, I'll do funny next time, pinky swar.

I've Got a Mega Memory

 A long time ago, our family invested in a series of audio cassettes called "Mega-Memory". I was enthralled with how the brain worked and how to improve what I had.

 Although I wasn't a very good student, I would almost ace every test that I was given. I did not enjoy homework at all. My belief was that if they wished me to be schooled on my time, they ought to come over to my house and make sure it got done. That never happenned, so I ended up failing some classes that graded heavily on homework. For that reason, we started the MM course.

 I'm not sure how that was going to help me do homework, but the subject matter was so interesting that I gladly sat at the dining room table, with pen and paper at the ready when Dad would play the tapes.

 The first lessons had to deal with 'pegs'. The narrator had likened them to wooden dowels, but once I heard the word 'pegs upon a wall', my wild imagination had put pirates on the other side with only their peg-legs sticking out from what we were seeing.

 These pegs were static of nature. Each number was given an image. They are as follows

 1. Tree
 2. Light Switch
 3 Stool
 4. Car
 5. Glove
 6. Revolver
 7. Dice
 8. Skate
 9. Cat
10. Bowling Pin
11. Field Goal posts
12. Carton of eggs
13. Cauldron
14. Golden ring
15. Paycheck
16. Cake
17. Magazine
18. Voting booth
19. Golf Club
20. Black Piano Keys

 The symbols for one through ten are what we were to use to remember strings of numbers, like phone numbers and addresses. The 11 through twenty I used when remembering long lists of objects or words. These pegs were so cool to me, that they've stuck in my mind from that first day of learning. A great gift, those memory tricks. Here's how I would remember the number 867-5309, if the song, "Jenny" had never come out.

 8-Skate. Now I would usually imagine someone skating, but that would not be memorable enough to recall from my databank, so I had to make it ludicrous. I would see an ice skate with eyeballs for eyelets and a lolling tongue, sliding around, looking for it's mate.

 6-Revolver. I would then see the skate find it's mate, only to view it's last moments at the end of a mean-faced revolver. The gun would laugh once the dead skate had fallen through the ice, taking it's mate with it to the afterlife.

 7-Dice. The revolver would then find money that belonged to the pair of skates and use it to play at a craps table. When throwing the dice the first time, one of the cubes would lodge into the barrel causing the revolver to stop up.

 5-Glove. The gun got so angry at the die sticking itself in it's snub-nose, that it tried firing. The bullet and dice would fly from the barrel, only to be caught by a disembodied white glove, and stuffed back into the revolver.

 3. Stool. The revolver would get very angry at the glove for stuffing back the bullet and die. It would be smoking to the point of making the metal all red. To calm down the gun would sit upon a three-legged stool. After cooling down for a moment, the revolver would then try to get up, only to find that the stool had been lined with adhesive, and stuck to this gun-butt.

 0. Bowling Pin. In a fit of rage, the gun grabbed the first thing available to knock the die and stool loose. You're right, it was a bowling pin that started eating his arms when he went to grab it.

 9. Cat. Morris the cat was in attendance at this particular cat table and proceeded to stop all the action with a very loud growl/hiss combo that sent all objects scattering. He would then clean himself and purr away.

 Not only did this course that my father had purchased help my memory, it was something that fostered my imagination as well.

 Now if I could only get past the first sentence of the speed reading course, I'd be able to read 1000 blogs a day!

The Search for Funds or Quest to Buy Blogger's Books

 I've been on and off for a couple of days, so I'm asking for forgiveness for not catching up on reading and comments. Enough grovelling, let's get to this post.

Before that, this bear also begs your forgiveness. From Eric Kilby's Flickr

 There are a few of my favorite bloggers that have published books. I am such a great reader and friend that I want to buy those. Unfortunately, I have little to no money for that pursuit, so I've been looking for a part-time job to afford my new addiction.

I have not done well at  recent interviews. I used to ace those things right off of the bat before, but this time I'm flubbing hardcore. It's as if my subconscious is taking control and making sure that my search for work continues. My work ethic is something carved from granite, and my ego seems to have been transformed into blasa wood. 

Balsa wood may be brittle, but it makes beautiful magazine stands. via  Colinaut's Flicker

 Looking in the classifieds today, I found something right up my alley. "Brick wall artist needed". I'm not sure if they want a graffiti artist or a mural expert. Either way, I'll try it out and see if I can beautify a spot on wall somewhere, and in turn, get some money to buy some of the books that my fellow bloggers have published.

Maybe I'll be good enough to make something this eye-catching. via Tony Haex's flicker

 So, I'm off to the hunt for monetary gain. Remember, one man's chump change is another man's life savings.

 Before I leave you, I'll upload one of my last images. A radioactive ninja star goat's head burr.

Sometimes known as the ninja cockleburr of intense pain

What my first job taught me

Welcome back to my page, you awesome people! I am honored that you would wish to come back to this corner of the blogosphere to see what I have in store.

 Today, I will speak on one of my beginnings. Some paths have since diverged, but I still have transferable gifts from those paths that I can use just about anywhere. Let me get to it, or this post will end up being very long.

 My beginnings as a  worker-

 At the age of 13, I was gainfully employed by the local paper. It was not as a paperboy, a position in which I held the highest esteem, because the video game bearing the same title was one of my favorites. No, I was the door-to-door salesman.

 Back then, the paper didn't cost as much as it did these days, so it was fairly easy to persuade people to get it. The paper I sold was printed and delivered three times a week and only cost around fifteen dollars for a whole year's worth. That was a great deal, even then. I had no trouble selling in the affluent sections of the suburbs.

 The challenge came in convincing people to take up the rag in the urban and rural areas around my town. I had a way to sell to everyone, for example:

 Potential Customer(PC)-"I'm sorry, strapping young lad, but I can't afford it."

 Me- "I can understand that, sir. You can afford a vehicle, I see."

 PC- "Yes, but what does that have to do with me not taking the paper?"

 Me- "If you were to fill your gas tank 3 times*, then drive around the city, you still wouldn't find out as much information in a day that we would be providing you for a full year."

 PC- "Since you put it that way, I can see how this is a great deal. Sign me up."

 Then there were those that I would have to sell by employing showmanship. A popular television commercial in that area was pretty annoying to me, but it was something that everyone else seemed to have loved . A tiny guy in a cowboy hat would have someone off-screen toss him a product from the left side of the screen, and would talk about it, then toss it to the right side. He would then catch another from the left, and so on. I used this same technique with different sections of the paper, and it had the desired effect. People would instantly see that my imitation of the commercial guy was good and they'd get to laughing. Once I had them giggling at my antics, I knew it was an easy sale after that.

 That job taught me some valuable lessons. I learned to consider a persons needs versus my wants. If I really knew that a person would be making their children go without if they bought from me, I'd botch the sale. There weren't too many of those, so I'd usually make up for them at the next house.

 It was also a lesson in courage. I was a very shy child, and this job helped me climb out of my shell to approach strangers. Taking those steps have helped me immensely, although I am still shy in some situations.

 My first job was one of many, and has helped me gain the experience I need to relate to my fellow humans.

 What was your first job?

*way back in the day when five bucks would  fill your tank, I know, I'm ancient.

Have most of a tasty burger on me!

Award and Sunday Stealings

So, Infinite Plans has passed along a cool award to me.

 The Liebster Award

 I must follow the rules in order to accept it properly, so here they are:

1. Link back to the person who gave you the award. Infinite Plans is here, the Infinite GP is here. I like going both places, so be a dear and show him love from mine.


2. Pick 5 people deserving of the award and notify them on their blogs.


  I. Jéanne from Barefoot Girl

 II. Tracie from Crack You Whip

III. That Bastard From Bellingham at The Pen Is My Sword

IV. Cranface at The Cranface Chronicles

  V. Omnislash at Omni's Personal Blog

and rule number

 3.Post the award on your blog and spread the love.


 So here it is, for all of my deserving recipients to grab and place. You are great blogs and I liebster you.

And it's still Sunday somewhere, so I'm going stealing with Sunday Stealing. A meme originated on WTIT: The Blog authored by Bud Weiser.


 I have an addictive personality. I tend to let things grow on me so much that I end up doing the ones I like again, and again, until it becomes somewhat of a problem. This is a series of questions*my current addiction, and my answers. I didn't post all 99 of them, but I saw this set and thought I'd have a go at it.


 76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? 


 A mixture of compliments and tact, as well as a good measure of communication and personal space.


77) How did/could someone win your heart?


 In a saw-esque claw machine, you know the kind that you get the fluffy animals from, but this time It'd be my icy heart.


78) In your world, what brings on more creativity?


 Other's creativity. I can't tell you how many times someone else's venture into the risky and unknown territory of originality had such a profound effect on me, that I would immediately go home and expand on those feelings of inspiration.


79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?


 Not giving up. I've been told that what I want to do is 'impossible'. I have promised myself that until I draw my final breath, it will be to prove that I can do this, and that I will not quit.


80) Why did you break up with your last ex?


 She kept blaming her mistreatment of me on her mental disorders. I really grew to care for her, but I became unwilling to spend time with her once she became unwilling to budge about the issues that we had. Don't get me wrong, I have my issues too, but I will never transform my problems into excuses to treat others like dung.


81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?


  "I'm still here, look behind you!"


82) What is your favorite word?


 Lingualumina


83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: delusional.


 Grand Canyon

84) What is a saying you use a lot?


 "You can't have no in your heart"-Joe Dirte


85) Are you watching Idol this season? If yes, how do you like it?


 I am not. I haven't watched it for years. It was mainly a bonding thing, so eh.


86) Were you surprised that House got canceled?


 Not really, I was surprised when it came out. I thought Ted Danson had cornered the market on dickhead doctors with Becker.


87) What is your current desktop picture?

definitely looks better on my desktop

88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?


 I would make my mother explode




 with joy from being the biggest lottery winner, ever!


 haha, gotcha on that one!


89) What would be a question where you'd not tell the truth?


 Are you handsome?


90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by WEEPING ANGELS. The Weeping Angles aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What would you do?


 I would rise to the center in song. My human voice would sing lyrics of how grateful I am that those same angels were the ones that have saved me from multiple deaths. 




91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?


 To see a glow around genuinely good people. That way, I'd never accidentally befriend a betrayer.


92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?


 I'd have to say it'd be a family get-together back at my grandparent's farm. My brother and cousin were also there, so I'd have all the deceased members of my family to have another conversation with. That and we'd be fishing, just letting the time slip away in comfortable silence.


93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?


 I would erase the idea of erasing any memory. The horrible experiences of my past are there to teach me lessons that I do not repeat in the future. So I'm keeping them, keeping them all.


94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. (let's say that you are both single and available) Who might it be?

 I actually don't think I would make it past first base. With expectation high for this 'date', I'd feel very awkward the whole night and probably abstain to retain some self respect, and to leave no room for rumour hounds like TMZ to be all over my lawn the next day.




  But I would choose to date Zooey Deschanel She'd be ultra-cool with us not having to give in to pressures, and also be fine with just knitting popcorn quilts while listening to jazzy tunes..

95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?


 This minute's answer is Hong Kong. I always wanted to go there, and now I'll see where master IP trained Bruce Lee. Cool!


96) Do you have any relatives or friends in jail?


 No


97) Who's winning the U.S. Republican presidential nomination? Why?


 Romney. Because politicians cheat.


98) Who's winning the next U.S. Presidential election?


 An animal. Or an alien. Or an alien animal. I'd take any of those in favor of what we've had for the past 4 years.


99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?


 I wouldn't say a word, but a make a clicking sound that would tickle everyone's ear so much that they'd pee their pants. I would then go walking and have a laugh at everyone else's expense.






 P.S. I am in the middle of two graphics requests. I'm doing a KAOS radio logo for Bastard, and an Angry button for Angry Lurker. Those should be done and posted by tomorrow night. Thank you all for visiting and I will be returning and catching up.


 Until then, don't let the web become sticky....use some cooking oil.

Taking Requests and Impromptu Poetry

Not only do I have a writing bug that bites upon my brain, I also dabble in graphic design to satiate my digital brain zombie-hunger. That's why I'm taking requests for Randoomly customized art.

Requests for shiny buttons, ostentatiously gaudy awards, and epic event graphics are what I'm soliciting today.

All for free.

I have obtained some new programs that kick my creative side into gear. I manipulate the image there, then go through it to polish the images off with my older, more familiar programs. The hammering out of most of the wrinkles that line my skill-set, occur only when I put my creative muscle to good use by practicing and advancing.

I need practice, perfect practice. I can work on my own all day and keep doing variants of the same thing. OCD 'mental-tunnel-vision' ,(not a real disorder symptom, but a self-made cheap life coach term I use) keeps me on task too effectively. I've also self diagnosed a new ADD symptom, as well. Tab-o-rama tempts me into keep clicking new tabs open to see what page they land on. I do all this while working on my own projects,but maybe not others. By taking a risk by reaching out, this might help me conquer the distractedness and stagnation, and in turn, provide you some tasty randoom graphics in return for your loyalty to my little corner of randoomness.

Give me a shout if you'd like a banner, button, award, or anything else made,on my twitter, or my G+., or here at GFC, (for as long as that lasts).

I need a bit of information in order to make something that you'd enjoy looking at.

 Things that I need, are:

 Type/size- Button, Banner, or Custom Award. I have some template sizes for all, but if you want a specific size, please specify what size you'd like.

 Color palate- If you have preferences towards colors, let me know. I have my own favorites that I like to use, but the more specific you an be on what colors you want elements of the graphic, the better.

 Elements- The shapes/objects that make up the graphic and their placement. I'm not too good with realism, being that my main strength is abstraction, but I can attempt whatever you request. The more realistic you would like an element, the longer it will take.

 Words/Font- Let me know what type of font you would like and what layout you would like the text, if you would like words on your graphic.

 I don't really expect too many requests, but in the case that my plate becomes full, I will edit this post to reflect that I'm no longer taking requests.

 I doesn't matter what you do with the graphic once I've made it. You can print it on a poster and make money(I've made a few small amounts of cash from printing a few things of mine out, it helps in a pinch), or you could plaster it on toilet paper and keep it in the guest room to impress VIPs. It doesn't matter to me the use, just that I get to practice, and hopefully please a few of you.

 I love all of your blogs, every last one of them, all over a thousand of them. I really need to cull my reader. I always bite off more than I can chew. If I do not visit or comment, I will get to it. If I do not, a well placed "HEY OVER HERE!!!" comment is a great way to notify me of my tardiness to your page. I have always feared tardiness.

 I also fear the grammar nazi, the punctuation polititians, and the language law force. My apologies to all departments of said institutions for the breakings of your rules. I will still elude you, but in a way that keeps both you, and me learning, so that when you finally.

 With that all out of the way, I will now write a tiny, brand new, shiny poem.

  Waves crash along my spine,

             pitting destiny against my soul.

    Rocks stand in the way of life,
             
             threatening abstinence upon flowered heart.
             
     Ego bends, crumples, and falls,

              one last look inside gritty mind.
     
      Tumbling, I slip away,

               to the mortal end, that I knew I'd find.

feel the dizzy, embrace the nausea

No, really, what I make you will hopefully turn out 100% better!

  

Unbreakable Rule Number 4

Rule#4: Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before.

This is not de ja vu. You have been here before, and seen the same things, but differently. I have been chosen by Aysh to answer those eleven questions, pick eleven more, and give eleven new random facts.

 I will break all the rules and only put the answers to her questions. The less random facts I put here equals more I can make as posts later on. Keep my cards close to my bird-chest, I like to say.

 Let's get to the meat, shall we?..

 Q: If you could change one thing about yourself physically, what would you change?

 A: I would make it to where my eye shines red all the time. Right now it only does when a bright light hits it from straight on.

 Q: If you had to choose one song to listen to everyday for the rest of your life, what would it be?

 A: A guitar tune that my brother had played for me. It was such a masterful piece, that it spurred me to learn the ways of the guitar.

 Q: If a wizard randomly(Don't you mean 'randoomly', haha couldn't resist) appeared and offered  you the          gift of immortality, would you take it and why?

 A: Yes, because I'm ultra-impulsive. I'd might come to regret the decision after an eon or so, but I'd most likely be hanging out with the aliens of galaxy 8x49-32 and won't really care about not dying. 

 Q: If you could be one character from a book/comic/movie, who would you be?

  A: I'd be Lanik Meuller, from Orson Scott Card's "Treason". Something about being able to move mountains really appeals to me.

 Q: Red lorry or Yellow lorry?

 A: Larry, of the Three Stooges, had red hair, right? It's kind of hard to tell because it was in black and white. Oh, it's, 'lorry'., not "Larry".....I humbly claim ignorance of the term, but once knew a yellow-haired maiden that spelled her name that way.

 Q: What's your favourite type of food? 

 A: The kind I eat that doesn't trouble me on the way out.

 Q: Are some people born evil, or is it a learnt behavior? 

 A: I believe it is a mixture. Everyone born has the same potential for good and evil. The same goes for their environment. If it is evil, they have a choice to follow or not.

 Q:Who is your hero. Why? 

 A: My father is my biggest hero. He served in wartime, took numerous multiple jobs, and sacrificed all he could to make sure we were taken care of. He taught me many things that I still use today, the best of which is the grand wisdom he shared about life and the people in it..

 Q: What was your favorite subject in school?

 A: It's a toss-up between science and creative writing. Science was my first love, for I took to it's allure very early on. Creative writing did not make it's way into my heart until I was in high school. I had an assignment that let me embrace what I could create and provide others with. I made a post about it here, if you care to look. My love for writing has been there ever since.

 Q: Do you think animals have consciousness, like we humans do? Do they have a sense of self, and are they aware of their feelings and experiences?

 

  A: Very much so. I've seen pets who have had dealings with miscreants in the past start hissing or growling when those same miscreants come around. Their remembrance and change in mood make me believe that they choose to shun this person because their feelings were hurt by them before.

 Q: Do you believe in Aliens?

  A: Of course I do. Why would I say that I'd be hanging with the ones from galaxy 8x49-32 when I become immortal, if I had not believed in them?

 Thanks to Aysh for the questions, and everybody for putting up with another one of these posts. I would make promises of greater Randoom subjects and coded buttons next time, but I rarely even pinky swear.

 Until then, don't lock yourself out!

Recycling with Crack You Whip

 Recycling is fun. I'm not talking about tin cans, or even al-you-minium, but works. If you do something once, who's to say that it won't pay off to have it done again.

 The specific work I speak of is The Utility of the Headbang piece I wrote a while back. It was kind of funny, but I didn't take uber amounts of time on it or give it any pictures. That usually happens from time to time when I'm inundated with offline responsibilities and tend to them.

 Tracie, from Crack You Whip, was keen on the kind of humour it displayed. I guess she liked my style. I like her style. Irreverent, cheeky, and as funny as they come. She liked the headbanging piece so much that she stated that she should do something of the sort on her blog with pictures. Being the opportunist that I am, I went ahead and told her that would be really cool. Not only would I be collaborating with a fellow blogger for the first time, but would also gain a little more use of the post.

                                  Check out Tracie's version here. You'll be glad you did.

 Since this is the first collaboration I have worked on, I will provide Tracie with the first award I've made.

                                                  RANDOOM PARTICLE AWARD

"Every soul is a particle that depends on another particle"-Me

 Usually people's awards are widgets or buttons with little code under them. I haven't quite figured out how to make those, so I just made a little graphic for now.

 So, here's to you, Tracie, for being the first person to like a randoom article so much that you recycled it for me. The earth will stay in orbit just a little longer thanks to your efforts.

 I will probably do some more collaborations with fellow bloggers, as well as make other awards in the future.

 Until then, have fun!

Origins Blogfest: My first story

Thanks to DL Hammons of Cruising Altitude 2.0 and everyone involved.

I thought I had missed the deadline for Origins Blogfest. I had, but after a comment I thought I had not. Either way, I'll seize the opportunity to share  the story of  my first foray into fiction.

 I was told that I read from four on. I would read signs, brochures, and all sorts of books. I don't remember much about those days, but I know that I hadn't written yet. I wouldn't write my first effective piece until years later, in high school.

 My teacher was a man that was a good teacher, but I didn't particularly like him. He had some experimental hair surgery, and we were mean kids. We made fun of him . I pitied him, but also the psuedo-rebel in me wanted to join in and despise him for being a part of the system. I had grown to love language and form enough by then that when it came my time to present something, it had an extra effort in it that shined through.

 He gave us an assignment to write a fictional story. He gave no limitations, which to me, was music to my wrists. I penned a comic book type finale to enter for the final grade. The main characters were based from people from the class. We had a student teacher at the time that everyone adored, I included him as the hero, Mr. Everybody. My villain was modeled after the teacher, called Chia Head.

 The tale pretty much wrote itself once I had the plot in mind. After editing the final draft, I thought of what my teacher would think. The next day, I almost found out.

 Student teach was the only one in the classroom when he told us that we would have to read them aloud.
 Aloud?

 I fretted and anticipated my name being called up. I knew it was a good story, but I didn't know how well received it'd be, if at all. The teacher had not shown up for class yet when my name was called.

 I wiped beads of sweat from my brow, cleared my throat, and delivered the first lines of the story. From the beginning paragraph I heard giggles, snickers, and a laugh or two. My pace started to steady as I began to make eye contact with my classmates while spinning my yarn. More chuckles were had at the descriptions of the 'Chia-Head'. I had humiliated the enemy in my tale to such a point that it moved everyone in the room to laughter. I could not believe what was happening. Then it stopped.

 Mr. Chia Head, himself, passed through the door to see everyone looking at him in silence. The sort of stifled, forced silence that is beyond awkward. He asked one question that bust the laughter valve:

 "What?"

 Even louder than before, the class roared and rolled at the convenient timing of the tale and the teachers arrival. He looked at me as did the other students for the next move. I ended the story with the conclusion, which did not name the villain again.

 This is one of multiple reasons why I do what we do. The other ones are interesting and I'll wait to write them for the next Origins Blogfest.  

Cupid vs Cyberon Part 2

 Dupic turned to protect his brother from getting seared to death by the dragon, but his heel was grabbed by the monk that Cupid had just shot an arrow into. Instead of hitting him in the head, he had missed his target and plucked the weapon into his crotch. As the times that Dupic's ammo had not hit on target, the arrow stayed in the subject instead of vaporizing to thought. Treating the area as it would the mind, the arrow gave power to the monk's genital region. Ironically, this particular monk had been chosen to be written on the list due to his ardent adherence of  vows of chastity and silence. Those hard-lined promises ended once the tip of the fate arrow had entered his manhood. Now full of lust and desire, the monk's desire grew towards the fleeing cherub as he grabbed onto both of Dupic's boots after disrobing in a heartbeat.
                                                         
  Snared and frightened, Dupic resisted the monk's inhuman strength by attempting to flap his wings and fly away, but the pious pervert was too strong. Determined to reach Cupid, he drew from the reserves deep within his half-soul and dragged the now naked monk with him, closer to his hypnotized brother and Cyberon.

 Cupid came out of  his dazed stupor, just in time to see Dupic flying in what seemed like slow motion. When  his twin had attempted a backward dropkick he saw the bare assailant grasping Dupic's legs and pulling him towards the bulging spot with the arrow sticking out. Lunging from between Cyberon's eyes, Cupid's attention went to the rescue of his brother, and he flew that way.

 Cyberon  knew that this was his moment. Planning to hypnotize Cupid was a precursor to a larger plan, but in seeing these new developments, Cyberon figured out an appropriate punishment for these would-be assassins . He would separate them forever, and make man pay in the process.

  Dupic had struggled so much against getting violated, that he had run short of energy. As the monk pulled in one direction, Cyberon had closed in to pull the other with his teeth. With a well-placed chomp, Cyberon ended Dupic's life, and with it ,the last of the arrows.

 Cupid flew into a pure rage. Seeing his twin eaten by this majestic creature, he became so inflamed that his vision clouded over in shades of red. Red tears soaked the earth as swooped in and gutted the monk, who dropped both the arrow and his brother's still convulsing lower half.

 After spending what seemed like an eternity crying over his brother's corpse, he looked in vain for Cyberon. He would search those mountains for years. Only after that search turned up nothing, would Cupid try to wipe the arrow clean. He would then realize that the prophesy had been broken and that a new path would have to be set. The red from his angry tears would not come off the arrow. With no other ammo in stock, this arrow would have to do his job from now on.

 The next fifty billion people that Cupid would hit would be in the heart. His accuracy would rival that of the man-gods themselves when they'd hurl disasters upon the globe. He would search for Cyberon for centuries and not find him until he stumbled upon Noghin Nonagon. During that time, he'd cause humans to love and hate each other by shooting the very arrow that he had accidentally missed with right before his brother's demise. Each time it hits someone, a bit more intensity adds to the weapon. This is why there seems to be more urgency to love lives these days.All but the last single Dragon, that is. He hovered far below Noghin Nonagon, laughing at Cupid's latest attempt to find him.

Cupid&Dupic vs Cyberon: The Last Single Dragon Pt 1

 Cupid had been chasing this dragon for centuries. From the first time Cupid looked upon Cyberon, he fell in love.  He could not help letting hot tears blur his vista of Noghin Nonagon while remembering the first time he had ever seen Cyberon.

 "My Quiver's empty, Cupid." Dipuc said to his twin. He was flying in to pluck his ammo into a monks head, when he gave the words, "Make sure not to die while I refresh my supply."

 Cupid's brother was always rhyming without meaning to. He usually answered back in rhyme, only to tease Dupic into a small quarrel. He'd then amuze himself by strengthening their brotherly bond and make Dupic feel better than he did before the argument. He enjoyed this mischievous entertainment more frequently because their job had become so boring as of late.

 Before he could answer Dupic in rhyme, the dazzling glint of Cyberon's blue-green iridescent scales bounced the red flame of the setting sun into his squinting eye from across the valley. The floating tail caused an instant calm in him. It was a stillness that Cupid mistook for sudden shock.

 Reaching his hand back to his last arrow, Cupid cussed at his wings to fly. They did not wish to flutter in the direction of his new-found prey, but soar closer to his unarmed brother. Sacrificing logic, Cupid went head over heels for Cyberon. After emitting a gutteral cherub grunt from deep within his angelic gut, his feathered wings were coaxed into chasing down the very last single dragon by themselves.

 Cyberon had known for a long time that he would confront these cherub assassins. Being the most intelligent dragon had it's benefits. Precognition told him that by this time he would not have a mate. Simple logic would then dictate that the cheruibic team were on their way to try and take his bones for the last of the arrow supply.

 The spade shaped arrowheads, narrow shafts, and wispy quills were fashioned from the bones of the very first dragon, Sirl. The giant-angel, Velan had slain Sirl in what had been come to be known as the last angelic downfall. The giant-angel had gleaned meaning of prophecies before the man-gods had deciphered  the code. The code that foretold of the purest power. Dragon's power.

 Velan's life ended, and Cupid and Dupic's began after the last angelic downfall. Velan found the massive white dragon in the middle of a nap, nestling among various treasure plundered from all corners of the globe. He slayed Sirl with twelve arrows between his eyes, before the dragon could wake. In that clutch of gold and silver, Velan fashioned one hundred forty-four of  the purest arrows from the dragon's corpse.

 The man-gods decided to look in on the matter. Once they became aware of what had occurred, they shook the hoard so hard that the arrows multiplied by two, as did Velan. The voice of the man-gods spoke with such a volume that Velan dropped the arrows to clutch at his ears. It did not help, the aural directive of the man-gods was so loud, that it seemed to originate from his own mind.

 "You've destroyed what was pure! We will not destroy you, but split you up for your transgressions! "

 They divided  the giant-angel into two cherubs, named Cupid and Dupic. Cupid was given the half of Velan that was mischevious and cantankerous. Dupic was left with the other half, which was a mixture of foolish and dopey. They were both great assassins from the start, but Dupic was the most likely to miss when aiming an arrow. Dupic had no clue that they used to be one giant angel, but Cupid had seen the prophesies and knew of the pair's fated future.

  A future that was looking to short of arrows. The supply had dwindled away because of the amount of bachelor dragons to match became so small. If an arrow were used on an eligible dragon male, he would seek out the most appropriate female, and produce four hundred thirty-two arrows from the essence surrounding the union. A week before, the count had come in of the numbers on the remaining dragons. Only one remained. That proved to provide a puzzling conundrum for the two cherubs.

  For humans, the brothers' charge was to make each person on the list aware of the good and bad of the situations that they faced. People were chosen by the man-gods by their actions and words. If they proved worthy enough to be given divine decision making skills, Cupid and Dupic would find them, fly to them, and fly a fate arrow to their skull. Once embedded, the substance turns to vapor and thought. Thoughts of the pros and cons of any situation are embedded into the target's mind. They can use this in order to make the appropriate decision for whatever comes their way. Giving humans insight was Dupic's favorite part of the task, while Cupid enjoyed pairing dragons.

 Dupic was on his way back to his brother with a quiver full of arrows when he saw Cyberon floating on the other side of the canyon. He could not see Cupid, but could feel the intensity of his brother's intent in the air. Zooming above, he caught a glimpse of what looked like a joke at first. Cupid was hovering in one spot above Cyberon's nose, looking directly into the dragon's eyes!

I'll add another part if anyone likes this. We'll see. If you have any critiques or advice as well, let me know. Also, if you'd like to see it turn another way, or have another element in it, leave it in the comments and I'll incorporate it in another chapter. Just an experiment, that's all. I'm going out to party, so I'll read and comment all your pages after.

 Later on.

One movie I won't be watching this Black March.

 In honor of the month-long boycott of the entertainment history, I will go over the films and such that I will stop funding.

"But, Shock! You're such a positive person. How will you get by without seeing the new Seuss movie, Lorax?"

 I'll make fun of it. Hopefully in a way that will make some people join in my decision to not partake in it's supposed joys.

 I remember Dr. Seuss from my childhood. His books finally found their way to other homes after countless question from me.

 "Mom, what does that word mean?", "Why can't I find it in the dictionary?", "Why would a crazy man be a children's author?" were some of the questions that prompted the removal of his books from our house. I did sneak a copy of Green Eggs and Ham in once I got older. I actually think that having such a difficulty with his 'lingo', I had developed a love for self-made words. As crazy as it was, I liked the man's terminology.

   The terminology of this movie has got to be full of words like:

 "Blimptisomorimity"- Defined only as a serious need for money. Money that they charge us to see things that are so tracked upon, that the original Seuss would never have approved(See Cat In The Hat Starring Mike Myers).

 "Shitstonomous Poker"- Okay, okay, you got me. That was the name of one of the most awesome cats that I have ever had the pleasure of making aquaintance. His first name was 'penis', and I bet that's what he'd say about this movie if he saw it.

 "Moonpleabrah"- This word can only explain that the voice talent used for this particular stinker is none other than Danny Devito and Taylor Swift. I'd really love to see them develop an off-screen romance. Only off-screen, though. I wouldn't want to accidentally turn blind from shock of seeing the impossible happen.

 "Wombification"- Fun to say, this word means bad business when it comes to this movie. Success for this picture further enhances the tyranny that these execs have over our little brothers and sisters. We don't want them to be ruined by the subliminal messaging perpetrated by these motion picture zealots.

 Those are just some of the words that you may hear when watching this movie. I'm not sure, because it's not out and I won't be able to find out until after


                                                    BLACK MARCH



 In the meantime, enjoy a little graphic I made to commemorate this celebration of cellulose celebicy*what?

How could they? Please join me and resurrect this poor cat by not going to movies in March.

Switching it up with some NEWSTUFF!!!!

Haha! It is so Randoom that this post landed here instead of Newstuff!!

 A company has now come out with a new method of telling people if it will be warm or cold the next day.

 HAPTIC THERMO TRANSDUCER


 Or Haptic Weather Cube, as the creators refer to it, is a new product that consists of wires, components, and an aluminum shell that gets cool or warm to the touch to give indication of the next days air temp.

 I have problems with this.

I get cool at 58 degrees Fahrenheit. It's downright chilly to me at 53, and I'd swear it was below freezing at 48. Those to me are cold, and that's not even factoring in the wind.I've seen it be seventy two degrees with wind gusts at seventeen mph, and I was shivering. The wind sucks. I always go leeway, if I can. Leeway, away from the wind.

THE WIND

 Here is where the problem remains for me. I can't touch an estimation of what the air will feel like if it doesn't factor in wind chill.The difference in the two can make or break a planned affair, if made by this electronic wheather-man.

 Haha, weathermen. I love the down-trodden, and now I have the next one to laugh and make fun of.

 Introducing:

 Incompetent Cube Forecaster, Nub Shitzman

Notice the trademark crapstache. Douche weathermen always have them.

He doesn't talk, so he doesn't technically make promises that he can't keep. He can use windchill and heat index as excuses for not feeling as warm or cool as he should be.

 In all seriousness, I really appreciate the people who go into haptic systems. Those are the fields that will bring us into the ultimate evolution of gaming, alternate physical reality(or the web for your whole body), whatever you want to call it. So, I'd actually buy one to keep the scientists, gadget makers, and engineers working toward my final goal. But that doesn't mean I won't put a crap-stache and toupee of shame on their silly little product.

 Until next time, I will be visiting and commenting as many of you as I can. I exist for interaction.

Tagged, or too lazy or occupied to make a real post

I got tagged by dopdavid on one of those survey thingamabobs.

 If you can tell, I usually don't post these things, but today is one of those rare exceptions.

 First, those rule things that I always seem to bend enough that they never break:
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1. Put the rules of this Tag on your blog.
2. Everyone tagged should tell 11 things about themselves, answer the 11 questions asked by the person who tagged you, tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.
3. Let the people whom you tagged know you've done so.
4. Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before.
5. Really do tag 11 others, and don't go all "if you want to, take this tag".

11 random things about me:

 1- I am absolutely in head-over-heels love with Katy Perry's eyeballs. Not the singer, or even her beauty or body. Just those insanely huge eyes. How'd they get so big?

 2- I once helped push a huge boulder down a cliff. The only reason we did so was to help nature heal itself and see destruction while listening it to it seconds after watching.

 3- I trust no one. The ultimate betrayal that occoured in my life has left me with no hope for my fellow man. Well, the physical people, anyway. You all on the blogosphere are more trusted than almost everyone I meet in the physical world.

 4- I'm an animal lover without a pet. Although I love the animals, I cannot keep one due to having spread my pet love to other's pets out so far that I have none left for one of my own.

 5- I just now started liking French Toast again. I had a horrible experience as a child that kept me from loving this egg-drowned yummy breakfast food.

 6- I only exhibit minor OCD in certain situations. Once caught by someone else, they automatically think I do it all the time. Kinda annoying, but eh.

 7- I play a fender stratocaster. I'm not classically trained, but have been lucky enough to create some tunes that may end up here on the blog.

 8- I'm a student of Uber Procrastination and Disorganization. I have yet to cull my list of blogs that are no longer updated from my reader. Some of them may come back and be welcomed by those that visit from my pages, which gives me a great excuse to put off doing it.

 9- I've got 2 different colored eyes. I won't give specific colors for fear of being tracked by identifying marks, but let's just say I have made a custom pick-up line that deals with their never having to beat me up.

 10- I've defied death plenty of times. The latest was a collapsed lung at a party. I dealt with the intense pain for fourteen hours before going to the hospital. I had to wait on a ride, so I even slept and dreamed of the pain in a video game. Wierd stuff.

 11- Cider is my favorite alcoholic beverage. Hornsby's all the way.

 Now to DopDavid's questions.

1. yellow

1. cigarette or joint? vaporizer
2. beers or bottle? a bottle of beer
3. which is most important: sex, money, or power? all in moderate amounts
4. how many pairs of shoes do you own? 2. My new balance and work boots
5.  PC or mac? PC
6. sour or sweet? Sour. You never hear of anyone being a "Sweet Puss", do you?
7. in 3 words describe politics Just Come On!
8. picking your favorite music is like politics, its all shit, you just have to find the pile that stinks the least, true or true? No, my music smells of a mixture of Horchata and Hot Damn
9. true? Very true
10. if you could own any type of animal, what would it be and why. I'd own a chicken that told the future only to me and charge for it to allow me to read palms of tourists.

  I'm going to now list 11 people to tag. The rules say that I have to let them know, but it doesn't say how. I'll list them here and send out a telepathic message that they've been tagged. We'll see if we get any participation. 

 1 T-Papar

 2 ms mariah

 3 lighter syde

 4 roblogs

 5 magixx

 6 Dee

 7 TehJuggler

 8 Eric

 9 Tenforce

 10 Mastapino

 11 Cheeseboy

 Now my questions

1- How has wearing socks changed your life?

2. If you could come up with an invention that would make your life easier, what would you make?

3. If the internet died tomorrow, how butt-hurt would you be?

4. Do you watch Spartacus? If not, why not?

5. Describe your locker from 8th grade.

6. Some people desire strange combinations of food. Do you like something unconventional.

7. What's the most normal thing that you laugh at that others usually wouldn't?

8. Beer or cider?

9. What is the last thing in your mind before you fall asleep?

10. Is free food tastier than the stuff you buy or make?

11. Will you ever do one of these again?