“Do People Have An Innate Respect For A Lifegiving Environment?”
I think there are two extremes to this. Either they do and try to provide one or just don’t care and deep down inside jealous of this kind of environment. There really is no middle ground if thought about long enough. An uber extreme of the not-caring would be the stereotype of a mullet, not shirt, loaded gun, and possibly a brown bag with a bottle of whiskey inside. Typically, if you watch “COPS” you’ll get a glance of this stereotype. Of course, a “lifegiving environment” may be different for some people. Dodging bullets while trying to find your way may seem like a wonderful life because it “weeds out the weak.” All in all, people do have an innate respect for a lifegiving environment, its all just in a difference of opinion, no matter how wrong it may be.
>> As said before, Mocoy gave me this one, she got from some sticky notes on her computer. Now a mental picture might give some notes on the corners and some here and there…nope…the front of her monitor is almost covered in all sticky notes, the only reason you can see anything is because if there were more they’d cover up each other. Yeah, it was Mocoy…Andrea’s birthday yesterday…*insert cliché line*…I got her a slinky, some crème savers, 17 cents because she turned 17 and I didn’t have 17 dollars, two fortune cookies, H.P. Lovecraft stories, and unknown to me a school project tape that I wanted her to see but accidentally wrapped with everything else. Funny pages and duct tape, that’s the way to go, and a makeshift ‘card’ with a crummy poem inside. If you want anything for your birthday, just ask and I’ll give you something random out of my pocket.
Jul 30, 2005
Two Ton, Sixty Miles An Hour, And My Mind...Anyone See A Problem?
“Thoughts On Political Correctness”
When I was little I figured ‘politically correct’ to be kind of an oxymoron. Then one day someone said to me “You like being policitally correct, don’t you?” The words lost all meaning to me and as far as I know, to be politically correct is to make sure everything is done the way it’s supposed to be. Of course, I think this would be hard to distinquish when everyone is right “in their own way.” Then again, I could be completely wrong, but I just don’t know. As far as I can perceive, most people tend to hate those who are ‘politically correct’ because they’re being corrected and it’s annoying. So, would they rather be ‘politically incorrect’? Since when is it bad to be correct? I wish people would make up their minds because I never seem to know what’s going on. I guess I’m politically correct for the minority.
See? I’ve come accustom to it and formed my own “correct” way, oh the hypocrisy! Get over it, I have.
>> I wrote this in driver’s ed…again…along with another one…on Wednesday, but was too tired to put anything up because of work and being at the DMV for a long time on Friday. I’ll put up the other one today as well as I’m going to be gone all next week, so you can complain but it will get you nowhere. Mocoy gave me this one as well as 4 others, but I only really planned on writing for three of the total five. I didn’t get to start the third one even which means I had to actually pay attention to driver’s ed…or I was sleeping.
When I was little I figured ‘politically correct’ to be kind of an oxymoron. Then one day someone said to me “You like being policitally correct, don’t you?” The words lost all meaning to me and as far as I know, to be politically correct is to make sure everything is done the way it’s supposed to be. Of course, I think this would be hard to distinquish when everyone is right “in their own way.” Then again, I could be completely wrong, but I just don’t know. As far as I can perceive, most people tend to hate those who are ‘politically correct’ because they’re being corrected and it’s annoying. So, would they rather be ‘politically incorrect’? Since when is it bad to be correct? I wish people would make up their minds because I never seem to know what’s going on. I guess I’m politically correct for the minority.
See? I’ve come accustom to it and formed my own “correct” way, oh the hypocrisy! Get over it, I have.
>> I wrote this in driver’s ed…again…along with another one…on Wednesday, but was too tired to put anything up because of work and being at the DMV for a long time on Friday. I’ll put up the other one today as well as I’m going to be gone all next week, so you can complain but it will get you nowhere. Mocoy gave me this one as well as 4 others, but I only really planned on writing for three of the total five. I didn’t get to start the third one even which means I had to actually pay attention to driver’s ed…or I was sleeping.
Jul 26, 2005
My Soap Makes Me Sneeze
“Types Of Friends”
Beneficial: These aren’t really friends and only used for your benefit (hence the name). As good as it sounds, it’s probably best you don’t become too good of friends (at least to them) because they might become a “Disney” friend (see below).
Disney: These aren’t friends either, they just have the dillusion you and everyone else is their bestest buddy. Overly optimistic about everything and deeply believe everything will turn out “OK” no matter what happens (like a Disney movie). These people are just plain annoying and almost blind to the real world around them.
Acquaintance: People you know exist and if absolutely necessary, you can get along with them. If you enter a room, these people are the ones you go to after you look for your Almost Unreal friends (see later). Overall, you probably could care care less about their well being, but don’t know it until they turn Disney or Wannabe (see below)…or even worse a Disnabe.
Wannabe: These are definitely the ones you wouldn’t shed a tear for if something happened to them. These friends follow you around like a lost puppy and you end up being their beneficial friend. These are also the people that have in no way anything in common with you but they want to give off the impression they do anyway. These are usually the ones everyone picks on and abuses.
Almost Unreal: These are the ones that don’t care what you look like, say, do or anything but also aren’t afraid to speak their minds in the same manner. If there was a designated leader amongst them, the rest would follow them to their deaths (well, maybe). These are first people you look for in a room. You all get along so well and somehow find a way to have fun no matter what, it seems almost unreal. These are the people you would start sobbing for if they hadn’t already told you to “Suck it up and live your life the way we always have.” You basically trust these people the most and would prefer to be in their company when you die.
>> I wrote this while in Driver’s Ed way before the first fourth of the class was over. I swear that class is full of idiots, for friends they go under “Not At All.” I’m not sure some of them realize this is a class for learning to become a part of society with a 2-ton metal unit. One guy looks like he’s stoned the whole freaking time……both days! I think I’ve made up for some lost sleep in that class…yeah, I’m ranting about the idiots in that class and I’m sleeping and writing stuff. I think I’m going to need about five prompts tomorrow, speaking of which, Mocoy gave me this under pressure…I think I’ll try that more often.
Beneficial: These aren’t really friends and only used for your benefit (hence the name). As good as it sounds, it’s probably best you don’t become too good of friends (at least to them) because they might become a “Disney” friend (see below).
Disney: These aren’t friends either, they just have the dillusion you and everyone else is their bestest buddy. Overly optimistic about everything and deeply believe everything will turn out “OK” no matter what happens (like a Disney movie). These people are just plain annoying and almost blind to the real world around them.
Acquaintance: People you know exist and if absolutely necessary, you can get along with them. If you enter a room, these people are the ones you go to after you look for your Almost Unreal friends (see later). Overall, you probably could care care less about their well being, but don’t know it until they turn Disney or Wannabe (see below)…or even worse a Disnabe.
Wannabe: These are definitely the ones you wouldn’t shed a tear for if something happened to them. These friends follow you around like a lost puppy and you end up being their beneficial friend. These are also the people that have in no way anything in common with you but they want to give off the impression they do anyway. These are usually the ones everyone picks on and abuses.
Almost Unreal: These are the ones that don’t care what you look like, say, do or anything but also aren’t afraid to speak their minds in the same manner. If there was a designated leader amongst them, the rest would follow them to their deaths (well, maybe). These are first people you look for in a room. You all get along so well and somehow find a way to have fun no matter what, it seems almost unreal. These are the people you would start sobbing for if they hadn’t already told you to “Suck it up and live your life the way we always have.” You basically trust these people the most and would prefer to be in their company when you die.
>> I wrote this while in Driver’s Ed way before the first fourth of the class was over. I swear that class is full of idiots, for friends they go under “Not At All.” I’m not sure some of them realize this is a class for learning to become a part of society with a 2-ton metal unit. One guy looks like he’s stoned the whole freaking time……both days! I think I’ve made up for some lost sleep in that class…yeah, I’m ranting about the idiots in that class and I’m sleeping and writing stuff. I think I’m going to need about five prompts tomorrow, speaking of which, Mocoy gave me this under pressure…I think I’ll try that more often.
Jul 23, 2005
If Marilyn Monroe Was Alive Right Now, What Would She Be Doing?
“If I Could Have A Dinner Party With Three People, Dead Or Alive, I’d Invite…”
The alive ones of course. Now choosing three alive people to invite to a “dinner party” is very difficult. I would have to consider if the people would actually come, so anyone rich, famous, or otherwise is out of the question. I would also have to consider the fact that it won’t be a very good dinner party. I can’t drive anywhere let alone afford to eat anywhere relatively nice. So, I’d have to cook basically everything myself and have the people not mind the cooking. This leaves me left with inviting friends. I don’t mind, in fact, I think I would rather have a “dinner party” with friends than anyone otherwise. Also, it would be more casual and comfortable and everyone can bring their favorite food. Then again, it wouldn’t really be a “dinner party,” more or less a…hmm…well…it wouldn’t be a dinner party whatever it is. Now since I can only invite three for some strange reason, most likely only three can come, I would have to think carefully. Odd as it may sound, I wouldn’t invite all guys, bad things would happen and someone will probably be lit on fire. I would have to invite a girl…better make it two to equalize the spectrum because, lets face it, girls aren’t going to lead to much trouble as four guys. The other person would have to be a guy otherwise I’d get the feeling of being surrounded and be frightened the whole time. I can’t really name any names at the present moment because I really can’t say who (whom?) I’d invite but I think I have a rough idea.
>> I wrote all that to just say “I don’t know.” I asked Mocoy and she gave me this prompt…yes I am aware Mocoy and Giggles have both had their names in their respective blogs, but I have more fun with the names “Mocoy” and “Giggles.” I shall continue to update sporadically because I’m lazy, dying, and……too lazy to name anymore excuses.
The alive ones of course. Now choosing three alive people to invite to a “dinner party” is very difficult. I would have to consider if the people would actually come, so anyone rich, famous, or otherwise is out of the question. I would also have to consider the fact that it won’t be a very good dinner party. I can’t drive anywhere let alone afford to eat anywhere relatively nice. So, I’d have to cook basically everything myself and have the people not mind the cooking. This leaves me left with inviting friends. I don’t mind, in fact, I think I would rather have a “dinner party” with friends than anyone otherwise. Also, it would be more casual and comfortable and everyone can bring their favorite food. Then again, it wouldn’t really be a “dinner party,” more or less a…hmm…well…it wouldn’t be a dinner party whatever it is. Now since I can only invite three for some strange reason, most likely only three can come, I would have to think carefully. Odd as it may sound, I wouldn’t invite all guys, bad things would happen and someone will probably be lit on fire. I would have to invite a girl…better make it two to equalize the spectrum because, lets face it, girls aren’t going to lead to much trouble as four guys. The other person would have to be a guy otherwise I’d get the feeling of being surrounded and be frightened the whole time. I can’t really name any names at the present moment because I really can’t say who (whom?) I’d invite but I think I have a rough idea.
>> I wrote all that to just say “I don’t know.” I asked Mocoy and she gave me this prompt…yes I am aware Mocoy and Giggles have both had their names in their respective blogs, but I have more fun with the names “Mocoy” and “Giggles.” I shall continue to update sporadically because I’m lazy, dying, and……too lazy to name anymore excuses.
Jul 19, 2005
I Was Going To Put Something Here But Forgot
“If I Choose How I Want To Died, I Would Choose…”
I would choose explosion. Not one an explosion where I’m mortally wounded and have no chance of survival and some chick weeps over my half burnt dead corpse. None of that dramatic crap. Straight up oblivion. I wouldn’t know anything was happening and suddenly billions of pieces of me are flying everywhere on fire. You can look at it in a point of view of a free cremation with the bonus of burying a box six in the ground full of nothing. Maybe people will put some pictures in there but I already know what I look like and flowers wouldn’t do me any good. In remembrance, I would want people to light off loud and bright fireworks next to some red paint for effect. Though, no one would be able to wear black at my “funeral,” just way too depressing. Cry, a moment of silence, faded memories, I don’t care but black is just takes it way too far. No alcoholic beverages, people wallowing in that stuff can’t be good. Of course, it’s hard to say if people will actually be wallowing knowing that fact I’m dead, they could very well be dancing on an empty box. Another bonus is I can say “Over my dead body!” and no one can because my body is in a berjillion and a half pieces (that’s a berjillion pieces with half of a piece). Of course, a quicker, easier death would just be a bullet in my head, but then we just got a mess on our hands now don’t we?
>> Yes, there was nothing on Friday or Monday, go cry about it. I got this from Mocoy (amazingly) as we are all running on empty. So, updation may be sporadic. If you have any complaints, come up with some prompts on your own and we’ll talk. How would you choose to die? Yes, this may or may not be a forum/sociological test.
I would choose explosion. Not one an explosion where I’m mortally wounded and have no chance of survival and some chick weeps over my half burnt dead corpse. None of that dramatic crap. Straight up oblivion. I wouldn’t know anything was happening and suddenly billions of pieces of me are flying everywhere on fire. You can look at it in a point of view of a free cremation with the bonus of burying a box six in the ground full of nothing. Maybe people will put some pictures in there but I already know what I look like and flowers wouldn’t do me any good. In remembrance, I would want people to light off loud and bright fireworks next to some red paint for effect. Though, no one would be able to wear black at my “funeral,” just way too depressing. Cry, a moment of silence, faded memories, I don’t care but black is just takes it way too far. No alcoholic beverages, people wallowing in that stuff can’t be good. Of course, it’s hard to say if people will actually be wallowing knowing that fact I’m dead, they could very well be dancing on an empty box. Another bonus is I can say “Over my dead body!” and no one can because my body is in a berjillion and a half pieces (that’s a berjillion pieces with half of a piece). Of course, a quicker, easier death would just be a bullet in my head, but then we just got a mess on our hands now don’t we?
>> Yes, there was nothing on Friday or Monday, go cry about it. I got this from Mocoy (amazingly) as we are all running on empty. So, updation may be sporadic. If you have any complaints, come up with some prompts on your own and we’ll talk. How would you choose to die? Yes, this may or may not be a forum/sociological test.
Jul 14, 2005
Do You Have An Innie, Or An Outtie?
“A Perfect Murder.”
A knife in the chest,
Writhing up to the point,
Stream of blood from the fatal wound,
Blade unshimmering with a tint of black,
Writing left in the hand of the dead,
‘See no more, feel nothing anymore,
Killing in the name of the undesirable.’
The decalaration of suicide,
Leaving no trace of homicide,
The only true knowing eye,
Belonging to the moon and its shine.
>> Kind of pissed off when I wrote this and I guess it’s supposed to be kind of dark, don’t know if I pulled it off though. I was also listening to Rage Against the Machine when writing (if you couldn’t tell in the 7th line). Ironically enough, I felt better after writing this and listening to Rage. Yes it’s short but it’s supposed to also make you think of all the possibilities by giving only very few. Oh, and Mocoy gave this prompt. In case you are wondering, I have an innie.
A knife in the chest,
Writhing up to the point,
Stream of blood from the fatal wound,
Blade unshimmering with a tint of black,
Writing left in the hand of the dead,
‘See no more, feel nothing anymore,
Killing in the name of the undesirable.’
The decalaration of suicide,
Leaving no trace of homicide,
The only true knowing eye,
Belonging to the moon and its shine.
>> Kind of pissed off when I wrote this and I guess it’s supposed to be kind of dark, don’t know if I pulled it off though. I was also listening to Rage Against the Machine when writing (if you couldn’t tell in the 7th line). Ironically enough, I felt better after writing this and listening to Rage. Yes it’s short but it’s supposed to also make you think of all the possibilities by giving only very few. Oh, and Mocoy gave this prompt. In case you are wondering, I have an innie.
Jul 13, 2005
You Simply Don't Know Me
“If I Were To Be Famous…”
If I were to be famous, I’d want to the kind of fame behind the scenes. That way I won’t be bombarded by a hundred and two people whenever I try to buy some pants that fit. For example, if I were to be in a famous rock band, I’d want to the drummer. No one can name the drummer of a famous rock band, try it, I dare you. I’m famous but not at the point of recognition if I was just walking down the street. I couldn’t stand the fame of being the lead singer/guitarist of a band. If people started getting too close I would start freaking out and go all berserk on them. This is also a good way to keep the paparazzi off of me because no one wants the hear what the drummer of so-and-so band yesterday at the supermarket while testing the durability of shopping carts at high velocities. Also, if I were to be a some kind of actor person, I would always die in the movie. I would die in some big explosion that is key to the victory for the “main” character who is only the hero because he’s still alive. Still, no one wants to hear about that guy who died in some explosion. They want to hear about the star of it all who could save the day by just shooting down the bad guy. So, I’d want to be famous just not all the fame.
>> I pulled this one out of nowhere after I got down mowing some guy’s lawn. Though my bro said to me earlier about the whole drummer thing:
“No, girls will go for the drummer over the bassist.”
“Why?”
“Chicks dig a guy with a sense of rhythm.”
“………Great……just shoot my theory in the foot!”
Oh yes, Giggles, I hope you enjoy your crown and stuff.
If I were to be famous, I’d want to the kind of fame behind the scenes. That way I won’t be bombarded by a hundred and two people whenever I try to buy some pants that fit. For example, if I were to be in a famous rock band, I’d want to the drummer. No one can name the drummer of a famous rock band, try it, I dare you. I’m famous but not at the point of recognition if I was just walking down the street. I couldn’t stand the fame of being the lead singer/guitarist of a band. If people started getting too close I would start freaking out and go all berserk on them. This is also a good way to keep the paparazzi off of me because no one wants the hear what the drummer of so-and-so band yesterday at the supermarket while testing the durability of shopping carts at high velocities. Also, if I were to be a some kind of actor person, I would always die in the movie. I would die in some big explosion that is key to the victory for the “main” character who is only the hero because he’s still alive. Still, no one wants to hear about that guy who died in some explosion. They want to hear about the star of it all who could save the day by just shooting down the bad guy. So, I’d want to be famous just not all the fame.
>> I pulled this one out of nowhere after I got down mowing some guy’s lawn. Though my bro said to me earlier about the whole drummer thing:
“No, girls will go for the drummer over the bassist.”
“Why?”
“Chicks dig a guy with a sense of rhythm.”
“………Great……just shoot my theory in the foot!”
Oh yes, Giggles, I hope you enjoy your crown and stuff.
Jul 12, 2005
Pumpkins Of The Smashing
“The Ideal Afterlife.”
Well, you know, heaven sounds pretty good. Everyone’s happy because we don’t have to worry about crappy things. Maybe that’s why makes it so hard for people to believe, they’re so used to the world being absolute crap that they can’t comprehend something being good. Seriously, that’s all I can really say about that, it’s all kind of obvious stuff. Though, it would be cool to have some rock bands up there rocking away. It’d be all “SWEET!” and Jesus would probably be playing bass because…well…I don’t know, it’s just easier to picture. Jesus is freaking metal. It would also be cool if suddenly I could play the drums a berjillion times better than I can now because then I could finally say “I can play the drums at a constant beat without screwing up!” Yeah, that would be cool, but I’m going to have to wait…I don’t know how long…and see for myself. People can make fun of me all they want but we’ll see who’s being made fun when they’re afraid of dying. Have a nice life.
>> Again, from Mocoy, yes it’s short because there’s not much to explain. I can also safely say I welcome the apocalypse because I’m just that weird and the world sucks anyway. To Giggles, I hope you like your crown/tiara, my crummy poem, and earrings which may or may not be clip on that I got for your birthday…6 months and 9 days late. Don’t judge me.
Well, you know, heaven sounds pretty good. Everyone’s happy because we don’t have to worry about crappy things. Maybe that’s why makes it so hard for people to believe, they’re so used to the world being absolute crap that they can’t comprehend something being good. Seriously, that’s all I can really say about that, it’s all kind of obvious stuff. Though, it would be cool to have some rock bands up there rocking away. It’d be all “SWEET!” and Jesus would probably be playing bass because…well…I don’t know, it’s just easier to picture. Jesus is freaking metal. It would also be cool if suddenly I could play the drums a berjillion times better than I can now because then I could finally say “I can play the drums at a constant beat without screwing up!” Yeah, that would be cool, but I’m going to have to wait…I don’t know how long…and see for myself. People can make fun of me all they want but we’ll see who’s being made fun when they’re afraid of dying. Have a nice life.
>> Again, from Mocoy, yes it’s short because there’s not much to explain. I can also safely say I welcome the apocalypse because I’m just that weird and the world sucks anyway. To Giggles, I hope you like your crown/tiara, my crummy poem, and earrings which may or may not be clip on that I got for your birthday…6 months and 9 days late. Don’t judge me.
Jul 11, 2005
You're It
“If Our Generation Had A Name…”
If our generation had a name, that would be great because as far as I know we don’t have one. It would mean that someone finally came up with an idea and just started calling us something that everyone agrees with. It would be pretty amazing because we really don’t agree on anything, our motto should be “Don’t Ask, Just Accept” but society would probably put an extra word in there that would show just how indecent our generation can be. Sure am glad I don’t have to name our generation, I’m not too good with making up names especially with something that deals with such a large number of people. Someone would come up with something like Generation Diversus which means in Latin “different, unlike, opposed, hostile.” Seems to fit pretty well. Of course a more fitting name that no one would like to suggest would be Generation F*** You. That would just about cover most of our generation.
>> Got this from Mocoy (who has two blogs here that all my readers know about). Had to search for a Latin word equivalent to “different” and got quite a few and decided “diversus” was the most fitting. What would you name our generation? To be not so conspicious we could use Generation Fuh-U, which is just about the same.
If our generation had a name, that would be great because as far as I know we don’t have one. It would mean that someone finally came up with an idea and just started calling us something that everyone agrees with. It would be pretty amazing because we really don’t agree on anything, our motto should be “Don’t Ask, Just Accept” but society would probably put an extra word in there that would show just how indecent our generation can be. Sure am glad I don’t have to name our generation, I’m not too good with making up names especially with something that deals with such a large number of people. Someone would come up with something like Generation Diversus which means in Latin “different, unlike, opposed, hostile.” Seems to fit pretty well. Of course a more fitting name that no one would like to suggest would be Generation F*** You. That would just about cover most of our generation.
>> Got this from Mocoy (who has two blogs here that all my readers know about). Had to search for a Latin word equivalent to “different” and got quite a few and decided “diversus” was the most fitting. What would you name our generation? To be not so conspicious we could use Generation Fuh-U, which is just about the same.
Jul 8, 2005
I Wish I Had The Heart Of A Boy...In A Jar On My Shelf
“If I Could Do One Thing, No Regrets, And Take It Back The Next Day, What Would I Do?”
It’s like owning a time machine that I can only use once…sweet! I would say everything I have ever thought about everyone to their faces. Tell jerks how much I and everyone else hates them and why. I would probably continue to tell them how they will probably die a horrible death and beat their faces in. I would tell all the girls that I have liked when I liked them and why I hate them now. I would then build an army out of my closest friends and go on a rampage to destroy all stupid. This includes a certain ISP company. On our rampage, I’d make sure we wouldn’t do anything overwhelmingly dumb ourselves or forfeit of life. After the destruction of the certain ISP company, we’d just have a huge LAN party playing one big game of Unreal Tournament……mmmmm……and Mountain Dew would be handed arounded to all the people of the world. Even though I would have to take it all back the next day, it would be worth because I would feel so much better knowing what all I can accomplish in one day. It sounds mean, horrific, and possibly a little disturbing, but at least I’m being honest.
>> Giggles gave me this one, I am definitely going to start asking for suggestions in the middle of the day more often, people are prime for harvesting ideas. In retrospect of yesterday’s prompt, it’s more like “I could choose to be an animal” than anything, but it still works…worked? So, now the question is, what would you do?
It’s like owning a time machine that I can only use once…sweet! I would say everything I have ever thought about everyone to their faces. Tell jerks how much I and everyone else hates them and why. I would probably continue to tell them how they will probably die a horrible death and beat their faces in. I would tell all the girls that I have liked when I liked them and why I hate them now. I would then build an army out of my closest friends and go on a rampage to destroy all stupid. This includes a certain ISP company. On our rampage, I’d make sure we wouldn’t do anything overwhelmingly dumb ourselves or forfeit of life. After the destruction of the certain ISP company, we’d just have a huge LAN party playing one big game of Unreal Tournament……mmmmm……and Mountain Dew would be handed arounded to all the people of the world. Even though I would have to take it all back the next day, it would be worth because I would feel so much better knowing what all I can accomplish in one day. It sounds mean, horrific, and possibly a little disturbing, but at least I’m being honest.
>> Giggles gave me this one, I am definitely going to start asking for suggestions in the middle of the day more often, people are prime for harvesting ideas. In retrospect of yesterday’s prompt, it’s more like “I could choose to be an animal” than anything, but it still works…worked? So, now the question is, what would you do?
Jul 7, 2005
Don't Even THINK Monkey!
“If I Could Choose To Be Reincarnated Into An Animal…”
I really don’t know, since I don’t really believe in reincarnation. I also thought you didn’t really get to choose what you became, even still it would be a hard choice. Some people would say like a shark, but you always have to keep moving to stay alive and I’m too lazy to do that. Some others would say a dog, yet I think it would suck to be a dog. Ordered around all day seemingly oblivious to world around me. No way would I be cat. I don’t like cats very much. Wouldn’t be a snake because…would you want to crawl on your stomach? All fish and things of the sea out of the question because there’s ALWAYS a bigger fish/mammal/thing. I also wouldn’t want to be anything in Africa as all the animals there are hunted and it would just be a major pain. Now that I think of it, I would want to be a beetle. Why you may ask? They’re freaking cool, they have wings, a hard shell, and fun to look at. I’d want to be a big beetle thing that lives in some far away forest with no human beings around and just chill all day long. Also, if I were to be eaten, at least it would be over with real soon. Squishy!
>> Got this from Mocoy…today around noon and got it up real late. Oh well, I was blowing things up so it was worth it. If there are any mistakes, sorry, I typed this kind of fast. What would you be?
I really don’t know, since I don’t really believe in reincarnation. I also thought you didn’t really get to choose what you became, even still it would be a hard choice. Some people would say like a shark, but you always have to keep moving to stay alive and I’m too lazy to do that. Some others would say a dog, yet I think it would suck to be a dog. Ordered around all day seemingly oblivious to world around me. No way would I be cat. I don’t like cats very much. Wouldn’t be a snake because…would you want to crawl on your stomach? All fish and things of the sea out of the question because there’s ALWAYS a bigger fish/mammal/thing. I also wouldn’t want to be anything in Africa as all the animals there are hunted and it would just be a major pain. Now that I think of it, I would want to be a beetle. Why you may ask? They’re freaking cool, they have wings, a hard shell, and fun to look at. I’d want to be a big beetle thing that lives in some far away forest with no human beings around and just chill all day long. Also, if I were to be eaten, at least it would be over with real soon. Squishy!
>> Got this from Mocoy…today around noon and got it up real late. Oh well, I was blowing things up so it was worth it. If there are any mistakes, sorry, I typed this kind of fast. What would you be?
Jul 6, 2005
Don't Ask: Will I Be Worth Remembering By The World? But To Ask: Is The World Worth Remembering Me?
“Pet Peeves.”
Stupid. Rap. I guess those two kind of go together. Arrogance. The phone, because I get so many calls at the weirdest times. I can get more than five in less than five consecutive minutes. It also seems the stupid people call:
“Are your parents there?”
“No! They’re at work! Don’t you work?!?!?” So many times have I wanted to yell this because it seems like it’s the same people every time. My family thinking I’m some kind of…what was that name?…Casanova! That’s real annoying. People showing up at my house without prior permission, that’s why delivery people run away. People ALWAYS saying “monkey,” get a new animal like…koala or…wallabee (>>dibs on wallabee)! Anger that apparently can’t be solved other than sulking and groaning about it. People who want to know who you are for no reason and then act like you’re suddenly their bestest friend in the world. Finally, hypocrisy and angry rants.
>> One of the old prompts that I forced inspiration upon by a hard shove of my mind and mental capabilities. There may not be anything for awhile as inspiration is running thin with my prompts, I have maybe five and two deal with Thanksgiving and New Year’s. So, very possible nothing for awhile, deal with it.
Stupid. Rap. I guess those two kind of go together. Arrogance. The phone, because I get so many calls at the weirdest times. I can get more than five in less than five consecutive minutes. It also seems the stupid people call:
“Are your parents there?”
“No! They’re at work! Don’t you work?!?!?” So many times have I wanted to yell this because it seems like it’s the same people every time. My family thinking I’m some kind of…what was that name?…Casanova! That’s real annoying. People showing up at my house without prior permission, that’s why delivery people run away. People ALWAYS saying “monkey,” get a new animal like…koala or…wallabee (>>dibs on wallabee)! Anger that apparently can’t be solved other than sulking and groaning about it. People who want to know who you are for no reason and then act like you’re suddenly their bestest friend in the world. Finally, hypocrisy and angry rants.
>> One of the old prompts that I forced inspiration upon by a hard shove of my mind and mental capabilities. There may not be anything for awhile as inspiration is running thin with my prompts, I have maybe five and two deal with Thanksgiving and New Year’s. So, very possible nothing for awhile, deal with it.
Jul 5, 2005
Disclaimer: I Am In No Way Responsible For Your Rebellious Actions Influenced By My Writing
“My Favorite Part Of Elementary School.”
Not dying. That’s about as fair in judgement as I can be because I don’t remember most of elementary school. I remember where I went, what teachers, but nothing too specific. I do remember being called “weird” a lot…a whole lot. Little did my prepubescent peers know that that word would have a long term effect on me that leads me to this very moment. Also, it had led to me being considered “crazy” and/or “psychotic” where deep down I am maniacally planning against them. I really don’t have a part of elementary school, as all remnants have been practically blown away. Now, those that chose to be vicious as children have developed into scum that feeds off the attention they so desparately strive to gain. Thinking it matters what you look like and what all the others think of themselves. In retrospect, I don’t need to plan against them, I already screwed them over when I decided I didn’t want to be them. Of course, they probably think they same of me, but the difference is that they care and I don’t. Thanks elementary school, I hate you and like you all at the same time.
>> Oh yeah, because putting stuff online isn’t trying to attention at all. This prompt is one of those that I originally got in class, had to rewrite but didn’t have any inspiration for it. Then I made myself get inspired because…well…I haven’t talked to my inspirerers in awhile. ‘Tis true, I don’t remember much of elementary school and I guess I don’t want to. Can you you remember elementary school (to see if I’m just crazy or not)?
Not dying. That’s about as fair in judgement as I can be because I don’t remember most of elementary school. I remember where I went, what teachers, but nothing too specific. I do remember being called “weird” a lot…a whole lot. Little did my prepubescent peers know that that word would have a long term effect on me that leads me to this very moment. Also, it had led to me being considered “crazy” and/or “psychotic” where deep down I am maniacally planning against them. I really don’t have a part of elementary school, as all remnants have been practically blown away. Now, those that chose to be vicious as children have developed into scum that feeds off the attention they so desparately strive to gain. Thinking it matters what you look like and what all the others think of themselves. In retrospect, I don’t need to plan against them, I already screwed them over when I decided I didn’t want to be them. Of course, they probably think they same of me, but the difference is that they care and I don’t. Thanks elementary school, I hate you and like you all at the same time.
>> Oh yeah, because putting stuff online isn’t trying to attention at all. This prompt is one of those that I originally got in class, had to rewrite but didn’t have any inspiration for it. Then I made myself get inspired because…well…I haven’t talked to my inspirerers in awhile. ‘Tis true, I don’t remember much of elementary school and I guess I don’t want to. Can you you remember elementary school (to see if I’m just crazy or not)?
Jul 1, 2005
High Levels Of Hormones And Love, Is There A Difference?
“The Ultimate Driving Machine…”
The ultimate driving machine is the will to live for success. The success is defined by the one holding the drive whether it means success defined by the majority or to feel the as if one is finally accomplished in the yearning. No matter the age, sex, mental capability, there is a strive to exist as one wants to be. A self-validation is what some require while others depend upon the ones surrounding them. Self-validation leaves behind the ones who want to crush the machine but are still alone in their will. The dependant ones hear all that is said and decide how it will effect them on how they will fall or triumph. Even yet, there is still the burning sensation in all to become all they have wanted to strive for no matter what. The ultimate driving machine is the yearning, the striving, the burning, the will.
>> I obtained the prompt from Mocoy, yeah! Also, I take back the comment about journals getting shorter when I make them up, this is really short. If this journal doesn’t answer and questions, then we’ll say an auto-responsive robotic car is the ultimate driving machine. Batteries included. Gave Giggles and Mocoy their much deserved cookies and I still have some chocolate chips left over…mmmm…unfortunately some of them decided to melt, fuse together, then freeze into an oddly shaped bar. Oh well, it’s chocolate all the same. One more thing, nothing on Monday because it’s, well, July 4th. Thank you come again Tuesday.
The ultimate driving machine is the will to live for success. The success is defined by the one holding the drive whether it means success defined by the majority or to feel the as if one is finally accomplished in the yearning. No matter the age, sex, mental capability, there is a strive to exist as one wants to be. A self-validation is what some require while others depend upon the ones surrounding them. Self-validation leaves behind the ones who want to crush the machine but are still alone in their will. The dependant ones hear all that is said and decide how it will effect them on how they will fall or triumph. Even yet, there is still the burning sensation in all to become all they have wanted to strive for no matter what. The ultimate driving machine is the yearning, the striving, the burning, the will.
>> I obtained the prompt from Mocoy, yeah! Also, I take back the comment about journals getting shorter when I make them up, this is really short. If this journal doesn’t answer and questions, then we’ll say an auto-responsive robotic car is the ultimate driving machine. Batteries included. Gave Giggles and Mocoy their much deserved cookies and I still have some chocolate chips left over…mmmm…unfortunately some of them decided to melt, fuse together, then freeze into an oddly shaped bar. Oh well, it’s chocolate all the same. One more thing, nothing on Monday because it’s, well, July 4th. Thank you come again Tuesday.
Jun 30, 2005
Courtney Killed Kurt, Tell The People!!
“What Amuses You?”
A psychedelic slinky. Making conversations awkward for others by saying some weird stuff, for instance “If strawberries were girls, I would make love to them.” Listening to music obnoxiously loud and have people finish their sentence only to have me say “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over my obnoxiously loud and ‘angry’ music.” My friends amuse me in a variety of ways from blowing stuff up *coughKungfuBobcough* to just having other forms of fun…that’s just about everybody else since no one blows anything up. Squirrels amuse me, I want to capture one day just so I can watch it run around all day. In fact, I’m watching one right now out my window, it looks like it’s going to pounce to make a kill or something…oh, there it goes…wonder what it killed? Watching stupid people try and fail horrendously because all they had to do was just put the tiniest effort into something. The thought of a rabbit riding a tricycle, others don’t see it, but I do because they’re all just crazy. Living up to people’s expectations of me being “psycho,” like when asked to give a verb, I say “incinerate,” or “nuke.” Showing people my right thumb for the first time, that’s probably the best of all watching all their faces and reactions. I’m quite sure there’s more, but I can’t think of it all and if I did, this would go on for awhile.
>> Came up with this prompt while listening to a Nirvana song after the line “I wish I was more like you, easily amused.” So far, I’m don’t think I’m doing too bad coming up with these on my own, wish someone else would put in their input. Remember, tell the people.
A psychedelic slinky. Making conversations awkward for others by saying some weird stuff, for instance “If strawberries were girls, I would make love to them.” Listening to music obnoxiously loud and have people finish their sentence only to have me say “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over my obnoxiously loud and ‘angry’ music.” My friends amuse me in a variety of ways from blowing stuff up *coughKungfuBobcough* to just having other forms of fun…that’s just about everybody else since no one blows anything up. Squirrels amuse me, I want to capture one day just so I can watch it run around all day. In fact, I’m watching one right now out my window, it looks like it’s going to pounce to make a kill or something…oh, there it goes…wonder what it killed? Watching stupid people try and fail horrendously because all they had to do was just put the tiniest effort into something. The thought of a rabbit riding a tricycle, others don’t see it, but I do because they’re all just crazy. Living up to people’s expectations of me being “psycho,” like when asked to give a verb, I say “incinerate,” or “nuke.” Showing people my right thumb for the first time, that’s probably the best of all watching all their faces and reactions. I’m quite sure there’s more, but I can’t think of it all and if I did, this would go on for awhile.
>> Came up with this prompt while listening to a Nirvana song after the line “I wish I was more like you, easily amused.” So far, I’m don’t think I’m doing too bad coming up with these on my own, wish someone else would put in their input. Remember, tell the people.
Jun 29, 2005
*Insert Funny Noise*
“What I Need The Most…”
Apparently, what I need the most is a girlfriend. Just about everyone I know has at least said once to me “You need a girlfriend.” When asked why, I get the answer that sums up to about “Gives you something to do.” I don’t know about everyone else, but I don’t think that’s how it works. Somehow, I get the feeling you don’t get a girlfriend (>>boyfriend for you ladies) just because. Then again, my opinion isn’t very fair, considering I have never had a girlfriend and will most likely die wondering the Earth’s horizon. So, what do I think I need the most? I can honestly say I don’t know, but maybe that’s what I need to the most, is to know what I need the most. Does that completely defeat itself or does that make sense? I think I need a GPS that way I know exactly where I’m lost whilst wondering the Earth’s horizon. I could travel place to place taking over the world the long way. Gain the loyalty of all the small places because they have a deeper, righteous fury inside of them. I have come to a conclusion! What I need the most is an attention span to last longer than about three or so sentences.
>> What do you think I need the most? What do you think you need the most? What do others think you need the most? Why do we care? I came up with this on my own…I don’t know how…I was looking at my previous journals and then suddenly without warning a corncob shot to the front of my head with this prompt. Is it just me, or do journals seem…shorter when I make them up on my own?
Apparently, what I need the most is a girlfriend. Just about everyone I know has at least said once to me “You need a girlfriend.” When asked why, I get the answer that sums up to about “Gives you something to do.” I don’t know about everyone else, but I don’t think that’s how it works. Somehow, I get the feeling you don’t get a girlfriend (>>boyfriend for you ladies) just because. Then again, my opinion isn’t very fair, considering I have never had a girlfriend and will most likely die wondering the Earth’s horizon. So, what do I think I need the most? I can honestly say I don’t know, but maybe that’s what I need to the most, is to know what I need the most. Does that completely defeat itself or does that make sense? I think I need a GPS that way I know exactly where I’m lost whilst wondering the Earth’s horizon. I could travel place to place taking over the world the long way. Gain the loyalty of all the small places because they have a deeper, righteous fury inside of them. I have come to a conclusion! What I need the most is an attention span to last longer than about three or so sentences.
>> What do you think I need the most? What do you think you need the most? What do others think you need the most? Why do we care? I came up with this on my own…I don’t know how…I was looking at my previous journals and then suddenly without warning a corncob shot to the front of my head with this prompt. Is it just me, or do journals seem…shorter when I make them up on my own?
Jun 28, 2005
YOU Need A Girlfriend!
“When Inspiration Is Needed Most…”
When inspiration is needed most, I lie around listening to and lip syncing to the radio. That’s right, I’m willing to admit, are you? I usually think about lots of stuff to get me inspired, but none of it really works. In times when I really need help, I call the Super Friends!…I mean…I ask my friends for some help. Unless they suddenly want to be called Wonder Woman or Aquaman, I’ll refrain from calling them the Super Friends. They usually say something, I won’t think too much about it, then something randomly pops out of nowhere in the cornfield that is my mind. So, basically, I ask for help, they say something, I don’t really listen, then I get inspiration. Wow…poor friends…oh well. Also, if I get started on something I’ll turn on the music on my computer and start to rock out while typing/writing/sitting on or at my computer. Though, typically, this isn’t a good idea as I start to type down the words and get lost where I’m going with stuff. A couple times I have completely forgotten what I was doing. For instance, this about when I need inspiration the most, it has gone nowhere, so I’ll just stop now.
>> Yeah, I came up with this on my own, doing just what I said. Thinking about nothing and thought I need inspiration and that’s basically how I got this prompt. Kind of weak I’m going to sing the doom song now I know, but it worked this time. Now I shall call the Justice Friends…I mean the Super Friends…ah forget it. Is it just me, or does this journal deally (moo) seem a little short?
When inspiration is needed most, I lie around listening to and lip syncing to the radio. That’s right, I’m willing to admit, are you? I usually think about lots of stuff to get me inspired, but none of it really works. In times when I really need help, I call the Super Friends!…I mean…I ask my friends for some help. Unless they suddenly want to be called Wonder Woman or Aquaman, I’ll refrain from calling them the Super Friends. They usually say something, I won’t think too much about it, then something randomly pops out of nowhere in the cornfield that is my mind. So, basically, I ask for help, they say something, I don’t really listen, then I get inspiration. Wow…poor friends…oh well. Also, if I get started on something I’ll turn on the music on my computer and start to rock out while typing/writing/sitting on or at my computer. Though, typically, this isn’t a good idea as I start to type down the words and get lost where I’m going with stuff. A couple times I have completely forgotten what I was doing. For instance, this about when I need inspiration the most, it has gone nowhere, so I’ll just stop now.
>> Yeah, I came up with this on my own, doing just what I said. Thinking about nothing and thought I need inspiration and that’s basically how I got this prompt. Kind of weak I’m going to sing the doom song now I know, but it worked this time. Now I shall call the Justice Friends…I mean the Super Friends…ah forget it. Is it just me, or does this journal deally (moo) seem a little short?
Jun 27, 2005
I Have Returned...That's Right, Cross The Street So You Don't Have To Deal With Me
“Do You Believe The Quality Of Words Is More Important Than The Quantity?”
Yes. Though, what I’d really like to talk about is the ultimate idea for the ultimate universe. First, we must create the ultimate universe where people are purple and purple is the is the color of the sky. That is correct, the universe is purple and made of blue-flavored-watered down-mayonnaise. The stars are naturally red making the sky purple. Also, there are not evil animals, only insanely evil purplers (purple people) who control the animals to do good *shrugs*. Purplers also drive around large disk shaped frisbees for ultimate aerodynamic ability. The Corporate Disks Of Hullo (the frisbees) will come in a variety of hues of a variety of colors at the touch of a feather…seriously. There are no buildings, only Builts that stand from 40 to 382 snorkels high, yes, snorkels. Purplers can also fly to any planet they wish, not very well as they would probably drown in mayonnaise without the proper scuba equipment. Purplers can’t fly that fast, but since it’s mayonnaise and Fig’s laws apply, they can start to haul really fast. Entering the atmosphere is no problem since no purpler has stayed alive long enough to attempt such a feat. The military is a punch of potatoes carved to look like real purplers but obviously aren’t. The have the accuracy equivalent to the ears of a hawk. We’re still not sure which is better, we’re praying that it’s the military. Now that we have established the ultimate universe, we must create the ultimate idea for this universe. The ultimate idea is…well…our universe. Congradulations, you’re only an idea of some random purpler. Have fun.
>> Got this prompt idea from my bro, who doesn’t know it yet and won’t for awhile. Oh yeah, I’m back……pretty sure you guys got that as I have talked to all two of my readers, oh yeah, baby yeah. Last week was all…11 years old, 12 years olds, and I got tired of the people close to my age. So, I’m all uber-excited to talk to others, so much that I could hug them, but I have yet to see their physical form…so you know. Pretty sure there’s more that needs to be said, but my brain isn’t working porperly.
Yes. Though, what I’d really like to talk about is the ultimate idea for the ultimate universe. First, we must create the ultimate universe where people are purple and purple is the is the color of the sky. That is correct, the universe is purple and made of blue-flavored-watered down-mayonnaise. The stars are naturally red making the sky purple. Also, there are not evil animals, only insanely evil purplers (purple people) who control the animals to do good *shrugs*. Purplers also drive around large disk shaped frisbees for ultimate aerodynamic ability. The Corporate Disks Of Hullo (the frisbees) will come in a variety of hues of a variety of colors at the touch of a feather…seriously. There are no buildings, only Builts that stand from 40 to 382 snorkels high, yes, snorkels. Purplers can also fly to any planet they wish, not very well as they would probably drown in mayonnaise without the proper scuba equipment. Purplers can’t fly that fast, but since it’s mayonnaise and Fig’s laws apply, they can start to haul really fast. Entering the atmosphere is no problem since no purpler has stayed alive long enough to attempt such a feat. The military is a punch of potatoes carved to look like real purplers but obviously aren’t. The have the accuracy equivalent to the ears of a hawk. We’re still not sure which is better, we’re praying that it’s the military. Now that we have established the ultimate universe, we must create the ultimate idea for this universe. The ultimate idea is…well…our universe. Congradulations, you’re only an idea of some random purpler. Have fun.
>> Got this prompt idea from my bro, who doesn’t know it yet and won’t for awhile. Oh yeah, I’m back……pretty sure you guys got that as I have talked to all two of my readers, oh yeah, baby yeah. Last week was all…11 years old, 12 years olds, and I got tired of the people close to my age. So, I’m all uber-excited to talk to others, so much that I could hug them, but I have yet to see their physical form…so you know. Pretty sure there’s more that needs to be said, but my brain isn’t working porperly.
Jun 16, 2005
Advertising Influences Everyone
“How Much Am I Influenced By Advertising?”
I’d say I’m influenced by advertising a lot. I’m influenced to change the channel, radio station, look for a different shirt, ignore the label and see if the pants fit, and deciding whether or not the clothes will be expensive. I don’t want to here about how much better this cleaner is than some other cleaner made by the same company. I listen to the radio to hear obnoxiously loud and ‘angry’ music, not to hear how Tom Shane can provide you with the best jewelry. Clothes…I only go and buy these when there is a sale and its not plastered with brand name logos. I want to wear something that fits and stuff, but I don’t want to become a walking billboard. Now, pants…that’s kind of a different story, it fits, it looks fine, and won’t leave a smell of rotten eggs wherever I go, I’ll wear it. Now with everything else in the world that we “need” and is better than all others, I’ll just buy the cheap stuff out of spite and the ability to save money. Also, to find out about something, I’ll just wait for some other sucker…uh…friend to try it out and we’ll see how it works out.
>> One of those old crummy prompts, but now its all pretty. Well, not that pretty. Yeah, I said last Friday I probably wouldn’t put anything up…oh well, here’s two for the week because I just need something to do. For certain, there is going to be nothing next week all week. By the time you are reading this, I have already left, how do you I know you may ask? I’m just that good.
I’d say I’m influenced by advertising a lot. I’m influenced to change the channel, radio station, look for a different shirt, ignore the label and see if the pants fit, and deciding whether or not the clothes will be expensive. I don’t want to here about how much better this cleaner is than some other cleaner made by the same company. I listen to the radio to hear obnoxiously loud and ‘angry’ music, not to hear how Tom Shane can provide you with the best jewelry. Clothes…I only go and buy these when there is a sale and its not plastered with brand name logos. I want to wear something that fits and stuff, but I don’t want to become a walking billboard. Now, pants…that’s kind of a different story, it fits, it looks fine, and won’t leave a smell of rotten eggs wherever I go, I’ll wear it. Now with everything else in the world that we “need” and is better than all others, I’ll just buy the cheap stuff out of spite and the ability to save money. Also, to find out about something, I’ll just wait for some other sucker…uh…friend to try it out and we’ll see how it works out.
>> One of those old crummy prompts, but now its all pretty. Well, not that pretty. Yeah, I said last Friday I probably wouldn’t put anything up…oh well, here’s two for the week because I just need something to do. For certain, there is going to be nothing next week all week. By the time you are reading this, I have already left, how do you I know you may ask? I’m just that good.
Jun 14, 2005
I Don't Have A Title
“If I Were To Write A Book…”
If I were to write a book, it would be sci-fi and I would make it legendary to the point of Ender’s Game or possibly Dune. It would go a little something like this:
Captain Hilk looked out of the large viewport unto the black nothingness of space lit with small white dots of stars reaching into infinity. A small grey planet lay ahead, half cast in shadow from its sun. A thin man dressed in a blue uniform with a wide green stripe running down his shirt approached Hilk.
What does this scientist want now? Hilk thought to himself.
“Sir, this planet has three satellites, and two rings that aren’t parallel, almost perpendicular.” The scientist said with almost whiny voice. “The improbability of such is…phenomenal! Also, the planet the speed of the planet’s rotation is matched with its revolution such that a single day takes fourteen Coalition years.”
So? The details of the planet didn’t matter, the idea that this planet…what was the name…ah yes, Diturne has openly opposed the Coalition for many years and now they will pay with force, Hilk thought ignoring the scientist.
Hilk noticed the ship had come into close proximity of Diturne, the two rings shined from the reflecting sunlight. The outer ring was wide and stretched for what seemed endlessly fading into nothing. The inner ring…something was strange with the inner ring, it was almost perpendicular to the outer one, yes, but it didn’t seem to made of thousands upon millions of debris like the outer one. It seemed to be made of one large piece…yes, it was, it metallic and it gave off a green glow onto the side of Diturne that faced the sun. The inner ring was artificial and man made, it seemed to give lighted part of Diturne a livable atmosphere. Suddenly, the inner ring moved with frightening speed, it turned so that its side was facing directly at the ship’s viewport and it had rotated over almost a third of the planet’s surface in what seemed to be hardly any time. Then a moon seemingly slingshot itself parallel to the inner ring, it had was a dark red color with scarred by multiple craters. Most distinquished was the two large gun batteries on opposite sides of the moon.
Holy…that moon must be 2800 nullens in diameter, the gun batteries must be at least as long as its radius, and those things are pointing at us, Hilk’s mind raced with worry at the large defensive turret aimed at them.
The batteries started to glow with an intense blue radiance. One battery shot a large blue beam at the ship next to Hilk’s, it shot through and into another ship, then into nothing. The other battery shot into Hilk’s viewport, one last thought ran through the stiff captain at the oncoming blue death, We have underestimated…
>> That sounded a lot better in bed at 4 in the morning, oh well, it was fun to write. I got the idea of the character in question’s thoughts from the ultimate book Dune. Everything else I made up on my own. The planet’s name is pronounced “Die-turn”, from what I remember “di” is two in science (‘learned’ that in 7th grade, yes I also know I could use “bi” but I didn’t want to) and since there are only what seems to be two parts of the planet. I used “turne” from the word “nocturnal” because…well, the dark side of the planet and such. Also, the word "nullen" cannot be translated to English directly with just one word, it is a measurement that comes to about 4,000 feet in one "nullen". Yeah, I’m a geek/nerd/dork/loser/outcast/“that guy”/etc., but I don’t care. Sorry for any mistakes, I can't use "Tab" for some reason, so anything being said or thought is just separated an extra line.
If I were to write a book, it would be sci-fi and I would make it legendary to the point of Ender’s Game or possibly Dune. It would go a little something like this:
Captain Hilk looked out of the large viewport unto the black nothingness of space lit with small white dots of stars reaching into infinity. A small grey planet lay ahead, half cast in shadow from its sun. A thin man dressed in a blue uniform with a wide green stripe running down his shirt approached Hilk.
What does this scientist want now? Hilk thought to himself.
“Sir, this planet has three satellites, and two rings that aren’t parallel, almost perpendicular.” The scientist said with almost whiny voice. “The improbability of such is…phenomenal! Also, the planet the speed of the planet’s rotation is matched with its revolution such that a single day takes fourteen Coalition years.”
So? The details of the planet didn’t matter, the idea that this planet…what was the name…ah yes, Diturne has openly opposed the Coalition for many years and now they will pay with force, Hilk thought ignoring the scientist.
Hilk noticed the ship had come into close proximity of Diturne, the two rings shined from the reflecting sunlight. The outer ring was wide and stretched for what seemed endlessly fading into nothing. The inner ring…something was strange with the inner ring, it was almost perpendicular to the outer one, yes, but it didn’t seem to made of thousands upon millions of debris like the outer one. It seemed to be made of one large piece…yes, it was, it metallic and it gave off a green glow onto the side of Diturne that faced the sun. The inner ring was artificial and man made, it seemed to give lighted part of Diturne a livable atmosphere. Suddenly, the inner ring moved with frightening speed, it turned so that its side was facing directly at the ship’s viewport and it had rotated over almost a third of the planet’s surface in what seemed to be hardly any time. Then a moon seemingly slingshot itself parallel to the inner ring, it had was a dark red color with scarred by multiple craters. Most distinquished was the two large gun batteries on opposite sides of the moon.
Holy…that moon must be 2800 nullens in diameter, the gun batteries must be at least as long as its radius, and those things are pointing at us, Hilk’s mind raced with worry at the large defensive turret aimed at them.
The batteries started to glow with an intense blue radiance. One battery shot a large blue beam at the ship next to Hilk’s, it shot through and into another ship, then into nothing. The other battery shot into Hilk’s viewport, one last thought ran through the stiff captain at the oncoming blue death, We have underestimated…
>> That sounded a lot better in bed at 4 in the morning, oh well, it was fun to write. I got the idea of the character in question’s thoughts from the ultimate book Dune. Everything else I made up on my own. The planet’s name is pronounced “Die-turn”, from what I remember “di” is two in science (‘learned’ that in 7th grade, yes I also know I could use “bi” but I didn’t want to) and since there are only what seems to be two parts of the planet. I used “turne” from the word “nocturnal” because…well, the dark side of the planet and such. Also, the word "nullen" cannot be translated to English directly with just one word, it is a measurement that comes to about 4,000 feet in one "nullen". Yeah, I’m a geek/nerd/dork/loser/outcast/“that guy”/etc., but I don’t care. Sorry for any mistakes, I can't use "Tab" for some reason, so anything being said or thought is just separated an extra line.
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