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.

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

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 "

Why I go to the gym.

progress. Will update as I progress.
fall 2008


spring 2009


summer 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.

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.

Townes Van Zandt.

Hey Sun

Sun, You just aren't so warm right now,
I'm going to have to wait until summer.
Then it'll be just be me, you, the beach, and any crabs
that decide to come out from the rocks.
I wonder if crabs like the sun too.
They huddle together under rocks...
is it because they want to be warm
or is it just because they want to be close to other crabs...

PS Google horse shoe crabs and read the wiki.

Thank you 90's

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road...
I was called a weird boy two nights ago.
Not in a particularly nice tone,
not in a particularly mean one either.
I sat on this quite literally for 10 minutes
,after watching a brainless movie at the Avalon with the majority
of people who read this, on my couch at home in my basement.
I listened to the water dribble in my fish tank that I haven't regularly maintained
since I set it up while staring at a screw that used to hold one of the skateboards my older brother had worn down when he was still interested in skateboarding.
I am now running my hands through my wax filled hair.
I am now starting to feel my toes get a little cold.
I am now thinking did that opening line to this blog totally undermine everything written after it?
I am now thinking why is blogging considered a legitimate form of self expression and self examination.
Is weird bad?
Was going to a grade 7 dance and staring at the disco light for two hours because I said I could do it and knowing full well no-one would dance with the weird kid effective at all as a protest? Did the neck cramp that followed for two days worth the attempt at fitting in with a crowd best left unfitted worth it?
Why fit in at all?
with anyone?
I am thinking does this blog fit in with blogging?
Should I have put this in pen and paper? would that make it a more legitimate self reflection?
Or is this another chance for me to stare at a dangling light for two hours while my neck gets sore?
I am thinking will this mean anything more to anyone besides myself?
Will it cause self reflection in the reader? Will it cause comments like,
"if you need to talk?"
I would talk if I needed to.
I am thinking a blog is time for me to talk to myself.
And I don't think I am very weird.
I am thinking this blog is done.

It's getting colder...

I going to start a novel.
I'll put bits of it in here as I flesh it out.
current progress is general story arc is figured out. some main characterization is complete.
I'd say 5-10% of the pre-planning is done haha.
what have I got myself into...
I project a completion date of end of summer next year...if not then, then the summer of the year after.
don't ask me for details... I literally only have the most basic of bones figured out and I might scrap it too.

Why is it you never see ladies that make suits?

Born of uninteresting lives, we have delved deep into the realm of cyberspace.
Creeping, lurking and stalking the corners are the depraved, sick and twisted...one can find the lowest forms of human life here. Blogging, this perversity is often characterized by a person laying in their bed laptop propped up on their laps as they sloth their way through their lives, neglect and procrastination staining their every decision. In these blogs the culmination of this neglect, this procrastination comes to fruition in the form of empty complaints about empty lives.
Some people might even take the time, rather, steal it away from something useful to create names or a layout to their blog.
Now littering this once idealistic and revolutionary cyber-scape is such insightful reads such as perezhilton and suckerpunchsweepstakes. Despicable. In the end one is truly left to wonder...was it worth creating the internet? Was it?

post apocolyptic posting

Chairman: HULLO!
Board of directors: We are eager and awaiting your next announcement it must be suitably delicious.
Chairman: DELICIOUS IT WILL BE MY FELLOW SQUIDULAR ATTACK BEASTS!*
Board of directors: (tentacles slap happily across their faces, much like a happy dogs jowls at the arrival of it's food dish creating a wet slapping sound. Their globular eyes form upwards half crescents in sheer ecstatic delight)
Chairman: (Pleased with the build he has created within his audience yet tentative to fully penetrate into the climax of informational frustration that has been carefully constructed with obnoxiously loud shouting) IT IS TIME TO PUT FORTH THE AGENDA!
Board of directors: Lather us with your thick oily agenda and coat us with it's terms
Chairman: TOMORROW THE TARGET* RECEIVES HIS FIRST LESSON IN A SERIES OF TRAINING ATTEMPTS SPANNING THE COURSE OF ONE MONTH. AFTER OF WHICH IT IS ASSUMED HE WILL BE AWARDED A PERMIT ENABLING HIM TO FREELY TRAVEL AS HE PLEASES WITH MINIMAL LIMITATIONS
Board of directors:( A thick juicy spurt squirts onto the table in a stream of phlegm originating from a directors head. He dies instantly. The cause is pinned on a rogue doughnut in the coffee room, despite the timing in relation to information that the directer had just received. His fellow directors descend upon his limp cooling corpse and recycle his nutrients in a matter of moments)
Chairman: NOT QUITE THE REACTION I HAD PLANNED BUT ONE A MILKY WAY GALAXY MORE EXCITING. I PLANETARY DIGRESS. HE HAS ALSO CANVASED HIS ARM IN A SUBSTANCE SIMILAR TO YOUR FACE DISCHARGE. WE PLAN THE TARGET TO HAVE COMPLETED HIS SKIN DEFACEMENT BY THE 13TH OF MARCH. THIS WILL CONFUSE AND SEGREGATE THE ENEMY!*
Board of directors: (Squid happily, black gooey circles stain their 2-3 button suits)
CHAIRMAN: I CALL THIS MEETING TO A CLOSE, WE'LL MEET AGAIN SHORTLY PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR COMPANY POSTS. (Chairman disappears into thick brown cloud, when it clears the chairman is gone. It can be assumed he is licking old books around town to spread his germs to the angry pseudo intellectuals)
Board of directors: (taking the suit of the fallen director they begin the regrowth process of a new director inside a tube of pure genetically modified gummy bears. Sentient to the point of knowing they are going to die)

1* work that into as many sentences as you can, I know I have.
2*Myself
3*Various stray vagabonds and hipsters

New post

That brain is ticking
burning out every second of that life
sickening to think about what to do in even the the next couple seconds

Damn the angels that thought they could save you

when to dream is your only desire, for days and nights
Cold and warm, day and night, months and years.