Saturday, April 30, 2011
Day 3: Happiness
From the title you can probably gather that I am linking a song that makes me happy. Here it is.
Friday, April 29, 2011
I Was Bored... I Am Bored, But I Was Too
So today was a day of inaction. I didn't go for a jog with my friend Drugz, I forget if I already mentioned this but it needs re-mentioning because that is what made me not do anything. I had planned to do that and only that today, wake up at noon, and go out for some of the afternoon, but I didn't so instead of coming up with something else to do I basically sat at my computer all afternoon.
I did go out for about ten minutes this evening to pick out an awesome tie, which is awesome. In the upcoming future I will be wearing it at our schools Jazz Night, which I am involved in, obviously (if it isn't obvious you need to get you logic-system (a.k.a. BRAIN) checked out (by a specialist, not a monkey)). Anyway I'm in both the jazz choir and the junior jazz band. I am proud of half of that statement.
Anywho, I was still not completing my drama homework, writing a monologue. My monologue, due tuesday and being performed Wednesday, isn't very far along. Right now I know that I am going to be british, and i am also going to be dead. I am going to be giving my eulogy, as a dead person. My idea is that death presents some form of mental catharsis (I prefer "katharsis" but my spell checker is annoying me) that allows the character (me) to tell people the truth, unlike he did in his real life. He is going to have been (tense craziness, this is what Doctor Who fans write like all the time) a very self-centered, untrustworthy, and morally unprincipled person. My theory is that our character in death is different than in life, as society paralyzes our mind's ability to fully apply morality due to the ever pragmatic outlook of gain and loss. He feels obligated to share the truth even though the people attending the funeral, it my be as some form of "pearly gates meets survivor judgement," I haven't quite decided. So the angle I am planning on coming from when he is talking is that for the first third of the monologue he will be writing a eulogy (the audience won't know that it is the characters), he will ponder phrases commonly said for eulogies and notice the commonality that these are often untrue and are used as a shield for true emotion. In the next two thirds, the person presenting his actual monologue will be onstage, saying the monologue as if he was mute. My character will then begin talking about who he really is, almost making a mockery of the person onstage who he knows cares not for him.
And let this be a lesson for the world outside, nothing is more than it seems, I came into this blog post with no ideas besides I was bored and needed something to do. You know what I ended up with when I finished: boredom! ha, beat that, I own, you... all? Never mind, I'll leave you all with an odd poem of oddness. (Yes it is a Garden of Eden thing, but I'm not religious, I just kind of like the idea of the consequences of enjoyment (they should make a video game about that).)
I walked in a forest of many trees,
These many trees bore many fruits.
And many people wandered here,
So many fruits were picked.
Each luscious fruit bore many dreams,
And with each taste a dream was made.
And with each dream a mind was born,
Each mind created the future.
And in this future we eat fruit.
I did go out for about ten minutes this evening to pick out an awesome tie, which is awesome. In the upcoming future I will be wearing it at our schools Jazz Night, which I am involved in, obviously (if it isn't obvious you need to get you logic-system (a.k.a. BRAIN) checked out (by a specialist, not a monkey)). Anyway I'm in both the jazz choir and the junior jazz band. I am proud of half of that statement.
Anywho, I was still not completing my drama homework, writing a monologue. My monologue, due tuesday and being performed Wednesday, isn't very far along. Right now I know that I am going to be british, and i am also going to be dead. I am going to be giving my eulogy, as a dead person. My idea is that death presents some form of mental catharsis (I prefer "katharsis" but my spell checker is annoying me) that allows the character (me) to tell people the truth, unlike he did in his real life. He is going to have been (tense craziness, this is what Doctor Who fans write like all the time) a very self-centered, untrustworthy, and morally unprincipled person. My theory is that our character in death is different than in life, as society paralyzes our mind's ability to fully apply morality due to the ever pragmatic outlook of gain and loss. He feels obligated to share the truth even though the people attending the funeral, it my be as some form of "pearly gates meets survivor judgement," I haven't quite decided. So the angle I am planning on coming from when he is talking is that for the first third of the monologue he will be writing a eulogy (the audience won't know that it is the characters), he will ponder phrases commonly said for eulogies and notice the commonality that these are often untrue and are used as a shield for true emotion. In the next two thirds, the person presenting his actual monologue will be onstage, saying the monologue as if he was mute. My character will then begin talking about who he really is, almost making a mockery of the person onstage who he knows cares not for him.
And let this be a lesson for the world outside, nothing is more than it seems, I came into this blog post with no ideas besides I was bored and needed something to do. You know what I ended up with when I finished: boredom! ha, beat that, I own, you... all? Never mind, I'll leave you all with an odd poem of oddness. (Yes it is a Garden of Eden thing, but I'm not religious, I just kind of like the idea of the consequences of enjoyment (they should make a video game about that).)
I walked in a forest of many trees,
These many trees bore many fruits.
And many people wandered here,
So many fruits were picked.
Each luscious fruit bore many dreams,
And with each taste a dream was made.
And with each dream a mind was born,
Each mind created the future.
And in this future we eat fruit.
Day # 2 and Boredom
Day #2 of the challenge is you least favorite song, I wouldn't say that I have one least favorite song, I really have many, but this one was the funniest to rant about. Justin Bieber is a poser, he creates a bad name for girls everywhere.
And I'm beginning to lose interest in this blog but I will keep it up, I am almost certain it is just because of the break. I was supposed to go out for a "jog" with Drugz today but the weather isn't looking to pleasant.
That is all for now, stay tuned for Action News at 11.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Boredom Is A Form Of Insanity In Some Nations
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO A CHALLENGE!! (Said all japanese-warrior-y)(speaking of japanese-warrior-y)
I saw a challenge on my friend's (let's call him Drugz) blog. Drugz is doing a 30 day challenge all about music and because I am awesome I have decided to also do this.
day 01 – your favorite song
day 02 – your least favorite song
day 03 – a song that makes you happy
day 04 – a song that makes you sad
day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 – a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 – a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 – a song that you know all the words to
day 09 – a song that you can dance to
day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 – a song from your favorite band
day 12 – a song from a band you hate
day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 – a song that describes you
day 16 – a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 – a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 – a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 – a song from your favorite album
day 20 – a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 – a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 – a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 – a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 – a song that makes you laugh
day 26 – a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 – a song that you wish you could play
day 28 – a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 – a song from your childhood
day 30 – your favorite song at this time last year
muah ha ha: here is day 1's song: (note this song is subject to change every few weeks)
I saw a challenge on my friend's (let's call him Drugz) blog. Drugz is doing a 30 day challenge all about music and because I am awesome I have decided to also do this.
day 01 – your favorite song
day 02 – your least favorite song
day 03 – a song that makes you happy
day 04 – a song that makes you sad
day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 – a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 – a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 – a song that you know all the words to
day 09 – a song that you can dance to
day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 – a song from your favorite band
day 12 – a song from a band you hate
day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 – a song that describes you
day 16 – a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 – a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 – a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 – a song from your favorite album
day 20 – a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 – a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 – a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 – a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 – a song that makes you laugh
day 26 – a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 – a song that you wish you could play
day 28 – a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 – a song from your childhood
day 30 – your favorite song at this time last year
muah ha ha: here is day 1's song: (note this song is subject to change every few weeks)
Exploring The Sci-fi-verse
In is post I am going to talk about science fiction television, namely, Doctor Who and Sanctuary. Why? Because on my friend's (let's call her Crazy Stalker Person) blog Sanctuary is improperly represented (okay it is represented well, but i disagree with some statements). and Doctor Who is crazy as batshit. (I thank my friend, Plane Dude, for the term batshit).
so let's start with 5 reasons I hate the Doctor Who reboot:
1. Rose Tyler - the doctor is not as crazy awesome as you think, David tennant told you that, go away you self-righteous love-monkey.
2. David Tennant's attitude - towards the end of the tenth doctor's tenure the doctor is lame. He just goes on and on about how he is supposed to be alone, he likes it that way. You know what I have to say to that? "If your so depressed, go cut yourself! oh wait you'll just regenerate, sucks to be you. Ha ha."
3. The plot twist at the end of The Impossible Astronaut part 1 - Steven Moffat a writer who ?i used to respect is now a total moron. He wrote a script where Amy was supposed to tell the doctor that he was going to die, she keeps saying, "there is something I need to tell him" over and over again. She finally remembers... Or so the audience thinks, you know what the surprise actually is? " [she's] pregnant." My immediate thought: "I hate you, go die, I hope the evil astronaut child eats your face off."
4. Matt Smith is stupid - he goes around and talks while somebody else, namely River, does the important stuff.
5. Finally, River Song - God, I hate that woman. I imagine that babies cry at the sound of her name. She steals the plot and she was only in one episode before the 6th season, now she is in every episode. And do you know what happened in that one episode before the sixth season, she died (applause). But Moffat had to bring her back, couldn't leave well enough alone, and now they might as well call the show Doctor Song, not Doctor Who. I think I've hated on her enough... Who am I kidding? I'm just getting started, but I'll save the rest for another post.
Sanctuary: Why Crazy Stalker Person Is Wrong
Okay, so she isn't entirely wrong, just mostly wrong. Crazy Stalker Person is under the impression that Nikola Tesla and Magnus are the best characters on the show. Incorrect! in fact the two supreme characters are John Druitt (a.k.a. JACK THE GODDAMN FUCKING RIPPER) and Bigfoot, who are played by the same actor, but none the less. John Druitt is awesome because he is everything that Tesla isn't: he's loyal, and helpful, and chivalrous while Tesla just traps the Sanctuary team in random places looking for stuff that will make him less stupid than he already is (not likely). In summary: Tesla=jackass, Druitt=JACK THE GODDAMN FUCKING RIPPER. So now onto why Bigfoot is better than Magnus. Amanda Tapping is annoying, you watch her and think "Good going Miss Try-to-hard" she seems super smart and able but most of the time she just delegates stuff to Will, Henry, and Kate while she goes to conferences. But Bigfoot is a gentle giant, he is super huge but he does the dusting, he spruces up the Sanctuary with flowers and junk and he actually cares about abnormals - because he is one. Magnus is like, "their endangered I must care about them" but Bigfoot is, "I understand their pain, I must help them." It is the difference between helping children in Africa because you want them to live a better life or because you will eventually study them to see what you can learn. So in summation; Magnus=greedy, Biggy=caring. Sanctuary is pretty awesome though, on that point I agree.
so let's start with 5 reasons I hate the Doctor Who reboot:
1. Rose Tyler - the doctor is not as crazy awesome as you think, David tennant told you that, go away you self-righteous love-monkey.
2. David Tennant's attitude - towards the end of the tenth doctor's tenure the doctor is lame. He just goes on and on about how he is supposed to be alone, he likes it that way. You know what I have to say to that? "If your so depressed, go cut yourself! oh wait you'll just regenerate, sucks to be you. Ha ha."
3. The plot twist at the end of The Impossible Astronaut part 1 - Steven Moffat a writer who ?i used to respect is now a total moron. He wrote a script where Amy was supposed to tell the doctor that he was going to die, she keeps saying, "there is something I need to tell him" over and over again. She finally remembers... Or so the audience thinks, you know what the surprise actually is? " [she's] pregnant." My immediate thought: "I hate you, go die, I hope the evil astronaut child eats your face off."
4. Matt Smith is stupid - he goes around and talks while somebody else, namely River, does the important stuff.
5. Finally, River Song - God, I hate that woman. I imagine that babies cry at the sound of her name. She steals the plot and she was only in one episode before the 6th season, now she is in every episode. And do you know what happened in that one episode before the sixth season, she died (applause). But Moffat had to bring her back, couldn't leave well enough alone, and now they might as well call the show Doctor Song, not Doctor Who. I think I've hated on her enough... Who am I kidding? I'm just getting started, but I'll save the rest for another post.
Sanctuary: Why Crazy Stalker Person Is Wrong
Okay, so she isn't entirely wrong, just mostly wrong. Crazy Stalker Person is under the impression that Nikola Tesla and Magnus are the best characters on the show. Incorrect! in fact the two supreme characters are John Druitt (a.k.a. JACK THE GODDAMN FUCKING RIPPER) and Bigfoot, who are played by the same actor, but none the less. John Druitt is awesome because he is everything that Tesla isn't: he's loyal, and helpful, and chivalrous while Tesla just traps the Sanctuary team in random places looking for stuff that will make him less stupid than he already is (not likely). In summary: Tesla=jackass, Druitt=JACK THE GODDAMN FUCKING RIPPER. So now onto why Bigfoot is better than Magnus. Amanda Tapping is annoying, you watch her and think "Good going Miss Try-to-hard" she seems super smart and able but most of the time she just delegates stuff to Will, Henry, and Kate while she goes to conferences. But Bigfoot is a gentle giant, he is super huge but he does the dusting, he spruces up the Sanctuary with flowers and junk and he actually cares about abnormals - because he is one. Magnus is like, "their endangered I must care about them" but Bigfoot is, "I understand their pain, I must help them." It is the difference between helping children in Africa because you want them to live a better life or because you will eventually study them to see what you can learn. So in summation; Magnus=greedy, Biggy=caring. Sanctuary is pretty awesome though, on that point I agree.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Do You Know The Music Man? 1
it is the first day of "Do You Know The Music Man?" The link will be at the end of this post and hopefully my readership will eny it, I do personally, but I'm musically strange. Let me tell you why I like this music. It all started with an activity in English class, we had to determine the meaning of songs, one of the songs was Furr. ?i suppose I became subconsciously attached to it as it is in all of the genius recommendations of every iTunes song ?i have downloaded since, including this one. I love the guitar part in this song, and the singer does some crazy stuff. Like crazy batshit stuff. The voice is hypnotic it is so awesome. I just get giddy thinking about posting it. Well, enough of my rambling here it is. Have a good listen and comment on what you thought!
Sound of Sunset
It is difficult to sing
When all the verses have been sung.
To break the clamour of reality
The fantastical need be drawn on.
When fantasy runs out,
What is there to do?
Be silent.
It is difficult to see the sunset,
When all the sunsets have been seen.
To see the realm of dreams
Dreams cannot become real.
If there are no more dreams to have,
What, then, is there to do?
Live life.
It is hard to find a moment,
Where everything is still,
Where the birds chirp not.
A moment that you or I
Could stay in for eternity.
It could be within a chord,
Or the setting of the sun.
But there are no more chords,
No more sunsets.
They are someone else's moments,
And I will let them have them.
This poem makes no sense... BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH, I SAY!)
Why So Many Posts?
So today I realized that a bunch of my friends have awesome blogs. I'm not going to link them, cause I'm just lazy cruel. But anyway, now you might be asking "What's up with the multitudinous blog posts, dude?" And I would respond by saying, "Yo, dude, I'm probably only going to be committed to this for a week, cause it is my break. I'm making up for all the blog posts I won't post later, all the hours, of my adoring fans, spent refreshing this page hoping for new things to read." Then I would go on to say, "The people who actually do that need to get a life..." So I didn't write this post merely to talk about why I'm writing this post that would be stupid!
Farewell and happy reading!
Just kidding, that act, too, would be a stupid one, I'm again just really bored. What do you do to stop boredom? Personally, I don't care, it probably isn't as cool as what I do; I write on my blog. No, actually I write random crap like this: "dslkfhbsdklfbslfhbsdlfhbsdlfhbsdflhsbfljhsdbfljsdhbfsljhbfsdljhfbsdljhfbsdjlhfb." Normally it is much more poetic. Like Shakespeare. Shakespeare BIOTCH! (Heckler: That wasn't funny. Me: Your mother wears combat boots!)
If you haven't noticed I like tangents, I'm not focused and apparently "loud and annoying," all I can say is, "you win some, you lose a lot." But enough self-pity, virtual dance-party, yeah! Disco!
And then after that dance of awesomeness I... wait what am I saying? what was I going to say? where am I? I'm seriously lost. okay..... ummmmmmm...... Another virtual dance partay. "YAY!"
(I pity anyone who has been trying to figure out what the hell I've been talking about for the last 5 paragraphs.)
Now shall I actually talk about something? that isn't crazy? that doesn't make me look as crazy nutzo as bat guano? I THINK SO! Look a link, to something! If any of you have seen this video I applaud your skills. I'm sorry if any mexicans and/or african-american people see this.Who am I kidding? No I'm not! It's so goddamn funny.
Now that that video is out there, we can all admit we're all slightly racist, "whether they're black, white purple, or green. Wait, you gotta draw the line somewhere, purple or green? To hell with purple people. Unless their suffocating, then help 'em." (Mitch Hedberg)
Okay, that still made me look crazy, hmm, plan B! To the Bat Cave! Theme music!
The end, I'll post again when I've regained my sanity, and some self-respect.
Farewell and happy reading!
Just kidding, that act, too, would be a stupid one, I'm again just really bored. What do you do to stop boredom? Personally, I don't care, it probably isn't as cool as what I do; I write on my blog. No, actually I write random crap like this: "dslkfhbsdklfbslfhbsdlfhbsdlfhbsdflhsbfljhsdbfljsdhbfsljhbfsdljhfbsdljhfbsdjlhfb." Normally it is much more poetic. Like Shakespeare. Shakespeare BIOTCH! (Heckler: That wasn't funny. Me: Your mother wears combat boots!)
If you haven't noticed I like tangents, I'm not focused and apparently "loud and annoying," all I can say is, "you win some, you lose a lot." But enough self-pity, virtual dance-party, yeah! Disco!
And then after that dance of awesomeness I... wait what am I saying? what was I going to say? where am I? I'm seriously lost. okay..... ummmmmmm...... Another virtual dance partay. "YAY!"
(I pity anyone who has been trying to figure out what the hell I've been talking about for the last 5 paragraphs.)
Now shall I actually talk about something? that isn't crazy? that doesn't make me look as crazy nutzo as bat guano? I THINK SO! Look a link, to something! If any of you have seen this video I applaud your skills. I'm sorry if any mexicans and/or african-american people see this.
Now that that video is out there, we can all admit we're all slightly racist, "whether they're black, white purple, or green. Wait, you gotta draw the line somewhere, purple or green? To hell with purple people. Unless their suffocating, then help 'em." (Mitch Hedberg)
Okay, that still made me look crazy, hmm, plan B! To the Bat Cave! Theme music!
The end, I'll post again when I've regained my sanity, and some self-respect.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Second Post Today... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
So it is my second post in one day, but to be fair it is also my second post in two days so it could be said that I'm still par for the course. There are a couple crazy awesome things that I think I am going to initiate in this post. Why? You ask, because I'm really bored and hopefully this will make me less bored. (Like a sociopath, but that is a different tangent for another time.)
So here is awesome thing numero uno [spanish :) ]
WEIRD/OBSCURE TRIVIA: every once in a while I think I'm gonna post a question to something I think is kinda obscure, maybe it is, maybe it isn't (either way you could probably find it on google (again, another tangent)), the first person to answer correctly in the comments can name my next post or suggest a topic to write about (but really it's a blog, who is gonna write about a topic that is deeper than an above ground pool (3 for tangents- 0 for attention span)).
So here is the question: What archaic word did "weird" come from? What did this word represent in ancient culture?
Tres excellent thing nombre deux [that time is was french :)]
NEW PAGE see new page, it's a quote page, well actually that's the old page, another new page, yayyyy, another (gasp), ANOTHER!!!!! (I am aware that that only made sense to me, my blog, deal with it.) Well, no not really, I lied, I just thought that meaningless garble would attract attention. Here is the story: A couple days ago I was going through youtube comments on some of my favorite songs, and I wondered 'I wonder what people I know would think of this song.' So I am going to post a link to a youtube video every Thursday and I was hoping that the multitudinous followers of this blog could tell me what they think of the song in the comment box. What lyrics stuck out? what chords were cool? could you stand to listen to the whole thing? did you tear out your headphones after the first five seconds? what? Stay tuned for thursday I hope somebody will participate.
And the reason I'm doing all this stuff: a) I'm bored ("he's a psychopath, psychopaths get bored"), b) I am trying to make a blog that while is still mindless isn't like other blogs that are like this: "Oh, i had the best breakfast this morning, YAY! It was like some crazy like tart and then the waiter at this fancy coffee shop made me LOL, like seriously. (Insert picture of waiter holding breakfast) And then like I bought same shoes and like they were shoes, OMG" et cetera, et cetera. DAMN YOU TANGENTS!
So here is awesome thing numero uno [spanish :) ]
WEIRD/OBSCURE TRIVIA: every once in a while I think I'm gonna post a question to something I think is kinda obscure, maybe it is, maybe it isn't (either way you could probably find it on google (again, another tangent)), the first person to answer correctly in the comments can name my next post or suggest a topic to write about (but really it's a blog, who is gonna write about a topic that is deeper than an above ground pool (3 for tangents- 0 for attention span)).
So here is the question: What archaic word did "weird" come from? What did this word represent in ancient culture?
Tres excellent thing nombre deux [that time is was french :)]
NEW PAGE see new page, it's a quote page, well actually that's the old page, another new page, yayyyy, another (gasp), ANOTHER!!!!! (I am aware that that only made sense to me, my blog, deal with it.) Well, no not really, I lied, I just thought that meaningless garble would attract attention. Here is the story: A couple days ago I was going through youtube comments on some of my favorite songs, and I wondered 'I wonder what people I know would think of this song.' So I am going to post a link to a youtube video every Thursday and I was hoping that the multitudinous followers of this blog could tell me what they think of the song in the comment box. What lyrics stuck out? what chords were cool? could you stand to listen to the whole thing? did you tear out your headphones after the first five seconds? what? Stay tuned for thursday I hope somebody will participate.
And the reason I'm doing all this stuff: a) I'm bored ("he's a psychopath, psychopaths get bored"), b) I am trying to make a blog that while is still mindless isn't like other blogs that are like this: "Oh, i had the best breakfast this morning, YAY! It was like some crazy like tart and then the waiter at this fancy coffee shop made me LOL, like seriously. (Insert picture of waiter holding breakfast) And then like I bought same shoes and like they were shoes, OMG" et cetera, et cetera. DAMN YOU TANGENTS!
Push The Random Button, See What Happens (DOOOO IIIIIIT)
Random Button: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36dIQfL5kFQ
So as you can clearly view from the odd title I AM GOING INSANE (according to my friends I've been insane for a while). I still believe that the act of being insane is the same act as going insane because both put you in a state of insanity. Or do they, here is some food for thought:
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
-Edgar Allan Poe
The quote would say that insanity (in the public's opinion) is actually sanity. That (and here I am expanding the quote to my own ideas)insanity is needed in Poe's field is an astute observation by the man. To see beauty in things most common, is that not a form of insanity? When the rest of the world goes about their daily business of calculating, shopping, working, and other unimportant tasks. To extend the theory further it is insanity to see anything more than pragmatically, while the few true pragmatists rise to power everyone else does some lolli-gagging in fields of flowers. Those who claim power are claimed to be power hungry, and going against the grain and like any insane person are burned at the stake. But I digress... The insane see the world through the mind of an artist, of a magician, the sane see it through the eyes of a honey bee, only bent on achieving their tasks.
OKAY, so that was actually just a hugenormous tangent I was going to talk about my easter break like a normal person, I guess I'm not that normal.
So as you can clearly view from the odd title I AM GOING INSANE (according to my friends I've been insane for a while). I still believe that the act of being insane is the same act as going insane because both put you in a state of insanity. Or do they, here is some food for thought:
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
-Edgar Allan Poe
The quote would say that insanity (in the public's opinion) is actually sanity. That (and here I am expanding the quote to my own ideas)insanity is needed in Poe's field is an astute observation by the man. To see beauty in things most common, is that not a form of insanity? When the rest of the world goes about their daily business of calculating, shopping, working, and other unimportant tasks. To extend the theory further it is insanity to see anything more than pragmatically, while the few true pragmatists rise to power everyone else does some lolli-gagging in fields of flowers. Those who claim power are claimed to be power hungry, and going against the grain and like any insane person are burned at the stake. But I digress... The insane see the world through the mind of an artist, of a magician, the sane see it through the eyes of a honey bee, only bent on achieving their tasks.
OKAY, so that was actually just a hugenormous tangent I was going to talk about my easter break like a normal person, I guess I'm not that normal.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Deal With It
Second blog post! This is no longer a one-entry-only blog but rather (for the moment) a two entry blog (which is still more than one)(YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!).
Anyways, I digress. Now that I'm on my second entry it is time everyone on the blog-o-sphere knows a little bit about me. I am human. I enjoy sunlight, and pork, and believe in some supernatural higher power. I am an avid cyclist, hat-wearer, and sleeper. That is the basics, now we get to what everyone I know dislikes about me! (Fun times) Let's begin with my devotion to everything annoying - I am possibly the second or third most annoying person in the world, behind the first or second. I am one of the most arrogant people I know, sometimes it's just because I can be. Thirdly I'm just plain awesome cause as Iago said "I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at." While maybe not the smartest way to get people to like you I could care less. People will like me or dislike me for who I am, not who I'm not. In fact, some traits that have had me despised by some have also endeared me to others. So now you know a bit about me, and if you ever have a problem you're mature enough: deal with it!
Anyways, I digress. Now that I'm on my second entry it is time everyone on the blog-o-sphere knows a little bit about me. I am human. I enjoy sunlight, and pork, and believe in some supernatural higher power. I am an avid cyclist, hat-wearer, and sleeper. That is the basics, now we get to what everyone I know dislikes about me! (Fun times) Let's begin with my devotion to everything annoying - I am possibly the second or third most annoying person in the world, behind the first or second. I am one of the most arrogant people I know, sometimes it's just because I can be. Thirdly I'm just plain awesome cause as Iago said "I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at." While maybe not the smartest way to get people to like you I could care less. People will like me or dislike me for who I am, not who I'm not. In fact, some traits that have had me despised by some have also endeared me to others. So now you know a bit about me, and if you ever have a problem you're mature enough: deal with it!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Another Round At Bat
So I've made a few blogs in my day, they were good blogs, they had more than one entry, they had followers (one or two) - lets see if this one can hit a home-run this time. My other blogs were aimed at the more literate clientele, who were also more accustomed to interesting stuff. Those blogs are all well and good but sooner or later I run out of stuff to say and they become those one entry blogs. So this blogs mission is to post whatever I feel like, whether it be my-friend's-most embarrassing-moments-with-me standing-by or another work of Shakespeare by your truly, and with this mission comes a motto, dum vivimus vivamus or "Let us live while we live." I hope you will continue reading.
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