Ya know. I like them there vidja games, and sum of those little animals. But what i like most is that feeling of sliced and diced grass just after the blade has struck.
Imagine a child, about seven or eight years old. A not-so-white T-shirt is hung on a petite frame not even large enough to serve as a toothpick. Pieced-together blue jeans barely touch the legs while the belt struggles to keep the pants from collapsing. Slap a pair of war-torn fifties cowboy boots on, shave the head, and add a coat of mud and stains, and you have me, as a kid.
I loved to roll around in the yard. As each blade of grass would coax my hair into a tangled mess, i would close me eyes and just pretend cloud nine was real....and made of grass. Bermuda Blue. Nothing was better than those special mornings when I would wake up to the worn out starter trying to turn over the engine, all the while sputting out fumes of thick, black, oil smoke. My dad didn't like me being outside, because the mower was too loud to hear anyone else around, so I would sit, away from the window, and wait for the orchestra of blade and gears to subside.
When the suspense had built up to the point of breaking, and of course when my dad was done, I would run as fast as my little legs could carry me and perform the "I'm on Fire" maneuver. Stop, Drop, and Roll. I didn't care if my shirt was new, or if I was clean. Those baby grass blades touched my soul. Nothing mattered in the endless ocean of the grass in my front yard. If I had live in the city, people would have thought that I was a big dog, scratching my back.
I wish I wasn't so allergic.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Who Knows?
Is the swine flu a killer? Is the government plotting to kill off the "poor and undeserving"? Was the swine flu a manufactured illness?
Two of those questions are probably on the right of maybe, but the middle one is a big "No". The idea that a microscopic porcupine-looking baby killer is killing adults too is harsh to think about. For years, people have gotten flu shots, which by design, ward off the flu by staging a "flu drill" if you will. Flu shots have always been a general vaccination, usually only protecting against 3 out of 15 different types of flu. This year, the flu shots were wrong. Well, not only were they wrong, all flu medications were wrong. H1N1, the swine flu, is a newly discovered flu. No one knows where it came from, or why it hit the world so hard.
I have a little idea about how the flu of oink came to be. The piggy flu is not just one flu, but a combination of flues that have been genetically altered to acted as one. Two human flues and two animal flues. Never before has anything like this been seen in your backyard, nature. The only logical thought about the origin of the swine flu bug is in a lab. I believe someone engineered the illness as a biological attack. It's been done with SARS. It's been done with Anthrax. Why not with a slowly spreading sickness. Kick them while they're down sort of thing. But who would do such a thing?
I dare say, we ARE fighting wars all over the world. The US is a busy little country. Any one of the meriad of enemaic countries could have made this. I sure hope not, but all the hoping for change we've done so far has dug a hole the size of Texas, so I won't venture down that road.
Two of those questions are probably on the right of maybe, but the middle one is a big "No". The idea that a microscopic porcupine-looking baby killer is killing adults too is harsh to think about. For years, people have gotten flu shots, which by design, ward off the flu by staging a "flu drill" if you will. Flu shots have always been a general vaccination, usually only protecting against 3 out of 15 different types of flu. This year, the flu shots were wrong. Well, not only were they wrong, all flu medications were wrong. H1N1, the swine flu, is a newly discovered flu. No one knows where it came from, or why it hit the world so hard.
I have a little idea about how the flu of oink came to be. The piggy flu is not just one flu, but a combination of flues that have been genetically altered to acted as one. Two human flues and two animal flues. Never before has anything like this been seen in your backyard, nature. The only logical thought about the origin of the swine flu bug is in a lab. I believe someone engineered the illness as a biological attack. It's been done with SARS. It's been done with Anthrax. Why not with a slowly spreading sickness. Kick them while they're down sort of thing. But who would do such a thing?
I dare say, we ARE fighting wars all over the world. The US is a busy little country. Any one of the meriad of enemaic countries could have made this. I sure hope not, but all the hoping for change we've done so far has dug a hole the size of Texas, so I won't venture down that road.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
When I was a young Warthooooooooogggggggg
If I were in charge of my high school, what would I do?
What a question.
First off, I would fire that lousy good-for-nothing nurse who NEVER let me out of class, and always made me do mundane chores for her during fourth block. Not really. I loved my school nurse, psychologist, and console-er. I would make her the school nurse for just the seniors of the high school.
I would hire a guidance counselor with some background. I'm in college and everything, but I'm still blind as to how this whole rig-a-moroll works. My senior guidance counselor was a guidance counselor for as long as I was a senior. She had no experience and trying her hardest couldn't do well, because no one taught her how to counsel high school "leaving" kids. I would put her back into teaching, where she was good.
I would also get rid of my ninth grade creative writing "teacher". Some "teacher" she was. She sat on her rear end, stared at a computer screen all day, and gave us prompts. That was the extent of her teaching. Oh! And the favoritism she played was outrageous. Kids from other classes would come in, and talk to her, rather loudly I might add, and make her get on to us. I wish that woman no luck in life.
On a happier note, well not really happier, more like, neutral note, I would make sure the technology lab had the best technology, not the kindergarten tech room. Not the teacher's lounge. And certainly not the special ed. room. I spent all four years of high school fixing computers. I was the tech guy. All the teachers knew it. In tenth grade when the school purchased new computers, we got none. By we, I mean the tech room kids. We were stuck on Windows '98 until one of the teachers messed up his/her computer and we "claimed" it. We would dish out an old comp. and take the newer model in for "work". They never got them back. Professional computer thieves we were. I remember once, actually faking a crash, so that we could get a new computer. It was AWESOME.
Overall, I liked my high school and not much would change.
What a question.
First off, I would fire that lousy good-for-nothing nurse who NEVER let me out of class, and always made me do mundane chores for her during fourth block. Not really. I loved my school nurse, psychologist, and console-er. I would make her the school nurse for just the seniors of the high school.
I would hire a guidance counselor with some background. I'm in college and everything, but I'm still blind as to how this whole rig-a-moroll works. My senior guidance counselor was a guidance counselor for as long as I was a senior. She had no experience and trying her hardest couldn't do well, because no one taught her how to counsel high school "leaving" kids. I would put her back into teaching, where she was good.
I would also get rid of my ninth grade creative writing "teacher". Some "teacher" she was. She sat on her rear end, stared at a computer screen all day, and gave us prompts. That was the extent of her teaching. Oh! And the favoritism she played was outrageous. Kids from other classes would come in, and talk to her, rather loudly I might add, and make her get on to us. I wish that woman no luck in life.
On a happier note, well not really happier, more like, neutral note, I would make sure the technology lab had the best technology, not the kindergarten tech room. Not the teacher's lounge. And certainly not the special ed. room. I spent all four years of high school fixing computers. I was the tech guy. All the teachers knew it. In tenth grade when the school purchased new computers, we got none. By we, I mean the tech room kids. We were stuck on Windows '98 until one of the teachers messed up his/her computer and we "claimed" it. We would dish out an old comp. and take the newer model in for "work". They never got them back. Professional computer thieves we were. I remember once, actually faking a crash, so that we could get a new computer. It was AWESOME.
Overall, I liked my high school and not much would change.
I remember when I lost my mind!
I remember, when I was a kid, I loved going to the doctor. I would walk in, "sign" myself in (Mom would actually do all the paper work), and read all the awesome books that were available. When it came time for me to go into the back, I remember always telling momma to stay in the waiting room, because I was a big kid and could do this all alone. She never listened. When we got to the room in the back, I would always sit on the medical bed/table and talk to momma about what was wrong, that way, when the doctor came in, I had my story straighter than a woman hitting the cat with a frying pan. Every time he/she came in to ask me what was wrong, I would start out by saying,"Nothing," but of course that didn't work.
Being the kid of bigness, I had to actually tell the doctor I was sick. I didn't want to, because I could never swallow pills, especially when they got lodged in my throat. So, I would sucker a sucker of the sucker, meaning I would politely ask the kind gentleman-like doctor if I could ever-so-gracefully receive a lollipop from amongst the holy grail of lollipops, in the basket, on the counter, in the waiting room. And just like clock-work, I always got one. Of course, I didn't want one every time. I was growing up, and I didn't always have time for lollipops. My show was waiting on me at home, away from school. Sometimes I tried to help the doctor diagnose me.
One morning, I had a very upset stomach. After moving around in the bed like an earthworm and making "sicky" noises, I got the news that I didn't have to go to school. I was ecstatic, but to the doctor I must. It was alright, but a movie I wanted to see came on soon, so the trip had to be fast. When we got to the doctor's office, it was PACKED. Very little sitting room and coughs abound made the atmosphere about as desirable as that of a pool hall on smokers night. "Man this is going to be a long day," I remember thinking. After a while, I got into the back, but just like everyone who doesn't want to be at the doctor, I had to wait and wait and wait in the back room.
Then the doctor finally came in. I had my story, and I tried to help diagnose. The doctor told me that I was wrong and I had a case of "No-school-itus". I was sent home with a doctor's note for the rest of the day, but I had missed it. My credits were rolling when I turned the boob-tube on. I gave up my day to be at the office I "love". It was a sad day.
Being the kid of bigness, I had to actually tell the doctor I was sick. I didn't want to, because I could never swallow pills, especially when they got lodged in my throat. So, I would sucker a sucker of the sucker, meaning I would politely ask the kind gentleman-like doctor if I could ever-so-gracefully receive a lollipop from amongst the holy grail of lollipops, in the basket, on the counter, in the waiting room. And just like clock-work, I always got one. Of course, I didn't want one every time. I was growing up, and I didn't always have time for lollipops. My show was waiting on me at home, away from school. Sometimes I tried to help the doctor diagnose me.
One morning, I had a very upset stomach. After moving around in the bed like an earthworm and making "sicky" noises, I got the news that I didn't have to go to school. I was ecstatic, but to the doctor I must. It was alright, but a movie I wanted to see came on soon, so the trip had to be fast. When we got to the doctor's office, it was PACKED. Very little sitting room and coughs abound made the atmosphere about as desirable as that of a pool hall on smokers night. "Man this is going to be a long day," I remember thinking. After a while, I got into the back, but just like everyone who doesn't want to be at the doctor, I had to wait and wait and wait in the back room.
Then the doctor finally came in. I had my story, and I tried to help diagnose. The doctor told me that I was wrong and I had a case of "No-school-itus". I was sent home with a doctor's note for the rest of the day, but I had missed it. My credits were rolling when I turned the boob-tube on. I gave up my day to be at the office I "love". It was a sad day.
When you fall asleep in the morning
Usually when someone hears about someone else writing a journal, they normally think of it as a hobby or a passion. Most of the time it gets written in at the same time everyday. Not this "journal".
I strongly believe that a person's writing style changes over the course of a day. Just like the seasons, a person's outlook on the rest of the day is ever-changing. I have been trying to post blogs aat different times and during different moods, because I may not feel like typing at 6:30 in the morning, but it makes for an interesting entry.
Take last night for example. I was sitting on the back porch talking to my girlfriend's mom about movies, and I brought up the blog I was working on. She asked which movies I wrote about, but it was late, and I had no energy, ambition, or manner to tell her about the post. I just shrugged it off and said a couple of movies, whether they were the ones or not. I was not in a mood to think. Thinking comes in waves for me, and even the waves of the ocean cannot control when the mental nirvana of typing comes.
This morning, I was eating my all natural, wholesome, delicious breakfast that was composed of a bowl of Wheaties, half a grapefruit, a piece of "I can't believe it's not" buttered toast, and a glass of Orange Juice, when it came to me.
"Write in your blog," my mind said to me. So, whether it was a lapse of reason, or just the fact that I hadn't entered in the blog in two days, I'm not sure. What I am sure of is the ideology that if you change the schedule you trick the mind, and if you trick the mind you train the body and work out the brain.
I strongly believe that a person's writing style changes over the course of a day. Just like the seasons, a person's outlook on the rest of the day is ever-changing. I have been trying to post blogs aat different times and during different moods, because I may not feel like typing at 6:30 in the morning, but it makes for an interesting entry.
Take last night for example. I was sitting on the back porch talking to my girlfriend's mom about movies, and I brought up the blog I was working on. She asked which movies I wrote about, but it was late, and I had no energy, ambition, or manner to tell her about the post. I just shrugged it off and said a couple of movies, whether they were the ones or not. I was not in a mood to think. Thinking comes in waves for me, and even the waves of the ocean cannot control when the mental nirvana of typing comes.
This morning, I was eating my all natural, wholesome, delicious breakfast that was composed of a bowl of Wheaties, half a grapefruit, a piece of "I can't believe it's not" buttered toast, and a glass of Orange Juice, when it came to me.
"Write in your blog," my mind said to me. So, whether it was a lapse of reason, or just the fact that I hadn't entered in the blog in two days, I'm not sure. What I am sure of is the ideology that if you change the schedule you trick the mind, and if you trick the mind you train the body and work out the brain.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Early Mornin' Pick-me-up
It is 6:23 on this beautiful, crisp, Monday morning. Class starts at 8:00, and I have to create one more post on my blog before school begins. This morning I want to address the subject of being sick.
All weekend I was sick. I ended up having to miss three days of work and having to stay away from home as to not spread the illness. I had the flu. I did not have swine flu, but instead a very weak case of Type B Flu. The entire weekend was tiring to the utmost degree. On Friday, I had to go into Montgomery from Prattville to pick up a few things from my house, and in less than 2 hours, I was worn out.
Why do people get sick? Is there some way to cure being sick at all? I am currently taking a few different types of medicine for my "disease", but I want to know if we can kill it. Is there a way to stop people from ever getting sick again?
The answer is probably no, because just like humans, viruses and diseases adapt to an ever-changing environment in order to stay alive and reproduce, seeing that reproducing is the only reason that humans try to stay alive. I think that in the years to come, there will always be ever-expanding resources of sicknesses to keep humans on their toes during the game of survival.
Is a society without illness really a society at all?
All weekend I was sick. I ended up having to miss three days of work and having to stay away from home as to not spread the illness. I had the flu. I did not have swine flu, but instead a very weak case of Type B Flu. The entire weekend was tiring to the utmost degree. On Friday, I had to go into Montgomery from Prattville to pick up a few things from my house, and in less than 2 hours, I was worn out.
Why do people get sick? Is there some way to cure being sick at all? I am currently taking a few different types of medicine for my "disease", but I want to know if we can kill it. Is there a way to stop people from ever getting sick again?
The answer is probably no, because just like humans, viruses and diseases adapt to an ever-changing environment in order to stay alive and reproduce, seeing that reproducing is the only reason that humans try to stay alive. I think that in the years to come, there will always be ever-expanding resources of sicknesses to keep humans on their toes during the game of survival.
Is a society without illness really a society at all?
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Midday Morning
Hello fellow blog followers. This will be my third official blog, the first unofficial being composed of only "Austin" words. This time I believe I will talk about the subject of video games.
Video games are seen in the common world as a mere hobby or a waste of time. Some parents and teachers view video games as an unnecessary evil that takes time away from studying or doing chores. Video games kill direly needed brain cells with flashy visuals and ferocious noises.
I say nay. I believe video games to be an opportunity to encounter otherwise impossible frontiers. The nether worlds of creativity and imagination are opened in the realms of video games. Take the game Oblivion for example. It is a First person role-playing game set in an imaginary world justly named Tamriel. If it were not for the violence presented in the game, I would not have an outlet to release my anger. I would take such anger out on the smaller people of the world. Not really. I like to think of video game worlds as alternate personalities. While I fully understand the dimensions of the real world and those of video games, I enjoy the idea that what I do in video games has no repercussions in the actual reality. I see a chance that will never to be brought to me. I believe video games to help the world through their therapeutic, mental healing, properties.
Video games are seen in the common world as a mere hobby or a waste of time. Some parents and teachers view video games as an unnecessary evil that takes time away from studying or doing chores. Video games kill direly needed brain cells with flashy visuals and ferocious noises.
I say nay. I believe video games to be an opportunity to encounter otherwise impossible frontiers. The nether worlds of creativity and imagination are opened in the realms of video games. Take the game Oblivion for example. It is a First person role-playing game set in an imaginary world justly named Tamriel. If it were not for the violence presented in the game, I would not have an outlet to release my anger. I would take such anger out on the smaller people of the world. Not really. I like to think of video game worlds as alternate personalities. While I fully understand the dimensions of the real world and those of video games, I enjoy the idea that what I do in video games has no repercussions in the actual reality. I see a chance that will never to be brought to me. I believe video games to help the world through their therapeutic, mental healing, properties.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sick Pickle
Okay, so I'm sitting in a big leather Lazy Boy recliner with the flu. I was diagnosed Friday morning. And then, after losing my wallet twice and even calling to cancel my credit card, I found that the couch had eaten it. I hate the couch. That's why I'm in the chair. I meant to make a post yesterday, but I was diagnosed with the flu AND had to go through that emotional stress of "No Wallet". So, this morning, I decided that I was going to post a post early, then I had to go into Montgomery, but I was really tired after the fact. In lieu of the sickness, I decided to postpone the post until laaatttee tonight.
So what to talk about tonight. First of all, I have to keep my fingers moving. So, why not talk about keeping your fingers moving. I have thought about it, and I agree with the fingers moving theory. Experiments and tests aside, it is only logical that the fact that you are having to focus on typing logical sentences forces you to rearrange your thoughts to produce logical logic in the form of inquisitive, precise,and direct sentences. My English Comp teacher agrees with the idea of tech too. If I add the tech to the fingers moving theory, then I have a method. If I use tech and fingers, I can TYPE! I'm funny.
The same theory goes for writing too. If you just write whatever comes out of your little noggin, then you will teach yourself to stay on task and not think of stupid little side stories, so that you will not have to deal with erasing or deleting stupid little side stories. Not only does it save time, it trains and hones your writing thought skill. You begin to think more clearly, and stay on task easier.
Again, I apologize for the minuscule size, offbeat style of grammatical errors, and inappropriate topic of this blog. May tomorrow's bring you a happier sunrise.
Thank you and goodnight.
So what to talk about tonight. First of all, I have to keep my fingers moving. So, why not talk about keeping your fingers moving. I have thought about it, and I agree with the fingers moving theory. Experiments and tests aside, it is only logical that the fact that you are having to focus on typing logical sentences forces you to rearrange your thoughts to produce logical logic in the form of inquisitive, precise,and direct sentences. My English Comp teacher agrees with the idea of tech too. If I add the tech to the fingers moving theory, then I have a method. If I use tech and fingers, I can TYPE! I'm funny.
The same theory goes for writing too. If you just write whatever comes out of your little noggin, then you will teach yourself to stay on task and not think of stupid little side stories, so that you will not have to deal with erasing or deleting stupid little side stories. Not only does it save time, it trains and hones your writing thought skill. You begin to think more clearly, and stay on task easier.
Again, I apologize for the minuscule size, offbeat style of grammatical errors, and inappropriate topic of this blog. May tomorrow's bring you a happier sunrise.
Thank you and goodnight.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Toss Up
How can I pick a favorite movie? There are more than one genres which each match a mood, and when in doubt pinky out. Classy movies have never been my forte, but I love action and thinker films. Pulp Fiction is definitely right at the top or a spot down. It's non stop "what just happened" feel and camera angles that put you in a certain mood just tickle my fancy. Not only that, but the chopped and diced story line add a sense of accomplishment when you actually understand what just happened.
The Lion King is also right there at the top. Growing up a young kid in northern florida, on a farm, riding cows, eating grass, listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, ripping plaid T-shirts, and taking long walks through the fields, I loved Disney movies. I never did any of that stuff, but it sounded good. Disney movies are awesome, and The Lion King is a great flick. A love story, a tragedy, a comedy, a musical. I laughed. I cried. I even turned a step or two. When Mufasa died, I believe my childhood ended, but was recovered when Simba retook Pride Rock.
One other all time favorite is Alice in Wonderland. No. I haven't ever read the book. No. I don't care to. I don't care that the book is better and more grown up. I like the Disney movie. The Chesire cat was my hero when I was a young warthog. I always like animals and wanted super powers, so I clung to him. And the Mad Hatter made me roll. I had "very merry unbirthdays" everyday. Sure it has massive drug references in it, and that's a giggling matter to me now, but then I figured the mushroom was like pizza mushrooms, and the caterpillar was smoking the stinky stuff in cigarettes. I was but a wee lad, not havin' no knowledge of such trifles.
If I were to venture into the department of pure musicals, I would have to say that Rocky Horror Picture show takes the cake. When in history has a movie been made about a singing alien family that poses as human transexual transvestites that kills lost travelers? Oh, yeah. Rocky Horror Picture Show was brought to creation about thirty years ago. It also starred Tim Curry, who is, even by modern means, one of the greatest actors in existence. The man can can-can and play a child-eating clown, and still pull off a suit at the Red Carpet. Way to go mister.
The Lion King is also right there at the top. Growing up a young kid in northern florida, on a farm, riding cows, eating grass, listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, ripping plaid T-shirts, and taking long walks through the fields, I loved Disney movies. I never did any of that stuff, but it sounded good. Disney movies are awesome, and The Lion King is a great flick. A love story, a tragedy, a comedy, a musical. I laughed. I cried. I even turned a step or two. When Mufasa died, I believe my childhood ended, but was recovered when Simba retook Pride Rock.
One other all time favorite is Alice in Wonderland. No. I haven't ever read the book. No. I don't care to. I don't care that the book is better and more grown up. I like the Disney movie. The Chesire cat was my hero when I was a young warthog. I always like animals and wanted super powers, so I clung to him. And the Mad Hatter made me roll. I had "very merry unbirthdays" everyday. Sure it has massive drug references in it, and that's a giggling matter to me now, but then I figured the mushroom was like pizza mushrooms, and the caterpillar was smoking the stinky stuff in cigarettes. I was but a wee lad, not havin' no knowledge of such trifles.
If I were to venture into the department of pure musicals, I would have to say that Rocky Horror Picture show takes the cake. When in history has a movie been made about a singing alien family that poses as human transexual transvestites that kills lost travelers? Oh, yeah. Rocky Horror Picture Show was brought to creation about thirty years ago. It also starred Tim Curry, who is, even by modern means, one of the greatest actors in existence. The man can can-can and play a child-eating clown, and still pull off a suit at the Red Carpet. Way to go mister.
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