Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Life and life...
It's a grind but at the top of the hill you can curl up into a ball and roll down yelling, "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Monday, November 2, 2009
Chunk O story.
Just kinda blabbered on no real point to this but instead of deleted it I am dumping it on the internet. I Haven't edited it for punctuation/grammar/sanity. So read at own risk.
Across the fields of sharp green blades of grass and shoots a warrior stood with a large sword above his head.
This weapon was held aloft in such a manner that the handle pointed towards his toes and the tip towards the sun.
A most honourable pose must be assumed by great warriors preparing for battle. This man stood against many like the great heroes. A sea of enemy soldiers swayed in the distance. Their countless heads honeycombing the battle field. He alone stood before the mass. His erect weapon grew taller.
A steel shaft of such immense proportions that held pointed so it's weight began to sink down on the hero. Even his vascular ham hock arms couldn't burden the mighty weapon in the air for so long.
He cast it aside with disdain spitting contemptuously. Replacing it with an inflatable rubber tube a new battle stratagem formed itself within his expansive mind. Engorging several more tubes with air he worked quickly before the darkening horde descended. Closer it drew and faster he pumped.
Inflating the walls of each cylindrical synthetic apparatus with such speed and ferocity the grass beneath him fluttered. Scores then hundreds then thousands of tubes were inflated. Behind the statuesque mountain of a man grew a great pile of rubber tubes. A heap so great it shaded the land for miles.
The last tube squeakily bounced into it's resting position crowning the great mound with finality.
The enemy arrived. Oratory spewed from fighter driven by intellect and flowing like a thunderous river. With granite logic and oil slick charm he created unrest and then steadied it. He elicited the fullest spectrum of human emotion. Like rolling hills the men before sunk and rose along with the words.
The climax brought about a thunderclap of silence.
So powerful and silent some fell to their knees.
When finally the bravest of the lot strode forward and replaced his weapon with the inflatable rubber tube.
The rest followed en suite. When the last grasped the once crowning rubber they all began child like games and water activities halting the war that teetered maliciously seconds before.
The hero had done his duty and relished with an audible victory thwack to the enemy generals right shin.
Across the fields of sharp green blades of grass and shoots a warrior stood with a large sword above his head.
This weapon was held aloft in such a manner that the handle pointed towards his toes and the tip towards the sun.
A most honourable pose must be assumed by great warriors preparing for battle. This man stood against many like the great heroes. A sea of enemy soldiers swayed in the distance. Their countless heads honeycombing the battle field. He alone stood before the mass. His erect weapon grew taller.
A steel shaft of such immense proportions that held pointed so it's weight began to sink down on the hero. Even his vascular ham hock arms couldn't burden the mighty weapon in the air for so long.
He cast it aside with disdain spitting contemptuously. Replacing it with an inflatable rubber tube a new battle stratagem formed itself within his expansive mind. Engorging several more tubes with air he worked quickly before the darkening horde descended. Closer it drew and faster he pumped.
Inflating the walls of each cylindrical synthetic apparatus with such speed and ferocity the grass beneath him fluttered. Scores then hundreds then thousands of tubes were inflated. Behind the statuesque mountain of a man grew a great pile of rubber tubes. A heap so great it shaded the land for miles.
The last tube squeakily bounced into it's resting position crowning the great mound with finality.
The enemy arrived. Oratory spewed from fighter driven by intellect and flowing like a thunderous river. With granite logic and oil slick charm he created unrest and then steadied it. He elicited the fullest spectrum of human emotion. Like rolling hills the men before sunk and rose along with the words.
The climax brought about a thunderclap of silence.
So powerful and silent some fell to their knees.
When finally the bravest of the lot strode forward and replaced his weapon with the inflatable rubber tube.
The rest followed en suite. When the last grasped the once crowning rubber they all began child like games and water activities halting the war that teetered maliciously seconds before.
The hero had done his duty and relished with an audible victory thwack to the enemy generals right shin.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Being human
It's really hard to resist these chemicals called feelings,
when I really would rather not feel somethings
It's like saying no a thousand times
But when the situation says it for you
It's not the same, you feel selfish but you should feel happy.
things go through my head besides nonsense sometimes.
http://violated.deviantart.com
when I really would rather not feel somethings
It's like saying no a thousand times
But when the situation says it for you
It's not the same, you feel selfish but you should feel happy.
things go through my head besides nonsense sometimes.
http://violated.deviantart.com
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Oh the irony...
Switchfoot covering Bad religions "sorrow"
Firstly, Bad religion...
Secondly Switchfoot...
And to finish it off a comment I pulled from the switchfoot video.
"This song though is a deeply sarcastic attack at christian dogma. "the bet between father and son" (the ridiculous notion that a father would send his son to clean up his mistakes) and listing off cliches on how to end the sorrow of mankind.
We all tend to stereotype and generalize and the only thing that this tells me is that christians cannot find implicit meaning even in the most simplest of poems... let alone their bible where sacred puns run rampant.
Good luck with your Sun worship though "
Firstly, Bad religion...
Secondly Switchfoot...
And to finish it off a comment I pulled from the switchfoot video.
"This song though is a deeply sarcastic attack at christian dogma. "the bet between father and son" (the ridiculous notion that a father would send his son to clean up his mistakes) and listing off cliches on how to end the sorrow of mankind.
We all tend to stereotype and generalize and the only thing that this tells me is that christians cannot find implicit meaning even in the most simplest of poems... let alone their bible where sacred puns run rampant.
Good luck with your Sun worship though "
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Nubble soup.
I made my year of not drinking and now I quite smoking.
It's been two days. I figure it won't be a problem because I was a light smoker
to begin with anyhow.
Enough about me, that's not why you read this blog,
because if you read this blog to get to know me better that would just be creepy.
Like cutting out news paper articles with a particular person featured in them just
so you'd have ammo to make conversation if you ever ran into them.
Freaks.
I am kidding of course.
Now here's a list of things that have been on my mind lately.
Steroids, read up on some research about them before condemning them. Ignorance makes me angrier than steroid induced rage...which happens to not exist.
Milk, Always a hot subject and everyone has their opinion. Read up on it...case studies from legitimate sources.
Religion.
Morality, Peoples perception of the world as black and white. Things as good or bad instead of just things. This is really starting to bother me.
Egotism, Pride and the necessity to be right for the sake of being right.
And the biggest thing that's been on my mind lately. People who do not believe in factual evidence or science. Ignorance just bothers me I guess.
It's been two days. I figure it won't be a problem because I was a light smoker
to begin with anyhow.
Enough about me, that's not why you read this blog,
because if you read this blog to get to know me better that would just be creepy.
Like cutting out news paper articles with a particular person featured in them just
so you'd have ammo to make conversation if you ever ran into them.
Freaks.
I am kidding of course.
Now here's a list of things that have been on my mind lately.
Steroids, read up on some research about them before condemning them. Ignorance makes me angrier than steroid induced rage...which happens to not exist.
Milk, Always a hot subject and everyone has their opinion. Read up on it...case studies from legitimate sources.
Religion.
Morality, Peoples perception of the world as black and white. Things as good or bad instead of just things. This is really starting to bother me.
Egotism, Pride and the necessity to be right for the sake of being right.
And the biggest thing that's been on my mind lately. People who do not believe in factual evidence or science. Ignorance just bothers me I guess.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Happily fit.
Nothing too deep or personal here.
Just happy I've been able to stick to my bulk and fitness routine with out swinging to one side or another.
All my lifts have improved, I can visibly see myself getting bigger and it just motivates me to continue on this path.
It's a big leap from my intense calorie counting and just plain not enough food days late last year. Looking back I guess running 8-10 kilometers every day at an insane pace was pretty impressive but I did it everyday...and for like 4 or 5 months. I dropped down to 150 pounds (I now am 180) and was pretty darn thin. Luckily I smartened up before I became insanely skinny but the issues with self image were very much alive during that period and I feel like that pressure and anxiety is off a lot.
I mean the pressure still bugs me every once and a while but it won't stop me from eating in proportion to my activity level to maintain a balance knowing I am on the right track.
Basically I am comfortable with my physical self. More comfortable then I have been in a long while.
Just happy I've been able to stick to my bulk and fitness routine with out swinging to one side or another.
All my lifts have improved, I can visibly see myself getting bigger and it just motivates me to continue on this path.
It's a big leap from my intense calorie counting and just plain not enough food days late last year. Looking back I guess running 8-10 kilometers every day at an insane pace was pretty impressive but I did it everyday...and for like 4 or 5 months. I dropped down to 150 pounds (I now am 180) and was pretty darn thin. Luckily I smartened up before I became insanely skinny but the issues with self image were very much alive during that period and I feel like that pressure and anxiety is off a lot.
I mean the pressure still bugs me every once and a while but it won't stop me from eating in proportion to my activity level to maintain a balance knowing I am on the right track.
Basically I am comfortable with my physical self. More comfortable then I have been in a long while.
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