This Is What a New Post Looks Like

New post inform others on what one is actually doing. Otherwise you lonely bums will just end up rereading all my old post trying to figure out three things: Why I wrote them in the first place, If I don't do anything why don't I have time to write, and lastly why I continue to write like anyone is actually reading my post in the first place. But yet I'm still here bringing you all the information you'd never like to know only about yours truly.

First I want to tell you that I am no longer a cripple. Yes that's right my arm is now free to move as it is not suppressed by the communist which was my cast. I also am out of school, lucky me. It's been three weeks and I've not yet hung out with any friends. But that's because I'm pathetic. Gas is expensive and I do not have a job. Also my friends say I smell. So what have I been up to? Well wouldn't you like to know? Should I stop ending all my sentences with a question mark and just tell you? Ok. Not much. Eating on occasion, going on my computer, and the all interesting art of sleeping. If this is all so pathetic I have no reason to be telling you this. That's where you'd be wrong. If you have taken the time to read this you may be starting to feel better that's because you're not as lame as I am.

Although this post isn't very long I'd like to think we bonded a little. I'd continue to right more, but I'm afraid that pretty much sums up my summer. And unless I decide to do something soon this might be the only one for this excruciatingly hot season.

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My Left Arm is as Mobile as a Rock

Everyone (anyone who's as dumb as I) has their funny story about how they inconveniently happened to temporarily destroy one of their most prized position's. (a limb) It always starts off with "I know it was a bad idea but.." and then they follow up with reasons why it's not their fault that this misfortune was bis towed upon them. I will not declare that it was a cause other than myself that cause the small fracture of my wrist. Although I must tell you that I did what I did what I did to save another and maybe even the world.
It all started on a dreary afternoon, only a small amount of light broke through the imprisoning clouds that linger above me. I knew that today I was to be tested. My wit, speed, and endurance was all that could save me. Zombie kittens. Need I say more. (I do.)

Too bad I can't.

I'm typing with only one hand. Because my friend tackled me off the back of my car onto the "well padded" asphalt fracturing my left wrist. And forcing me to wear a purple-striped-glow-in-the-dark cast up to my elbow. Which I must wear for four weeks until I'm to get it taken off only to put a smaller one on for another four weeks. But for now I'm the coolest one-armed-zombie-kitten-fighting-machine.

I wish only that others do not suffer from the temporary out-of-orderness of limbs... I myself would give almost anything (except an arm and a leg) to have my arm back.

Something I Felt Like Writting

Writing for fun is not something I like to do often. This is a rare event and you shouldn't take a single word fro granted. I normally write to sort thing out in my mind. An overwhelming amount of thoughts can lead me to bad decisions, so I jot down what I'm thinking. It helps a bit, but that is not why I am writing now.

I have to think of a topic. This is something that never comes up when you are writing about something that is on your mind, the topic is there now you just have to write it down. I could choose anything books I have read, things I have seen, a fictional story I'd like to tell, but I think I am going to talk about.. Something. A vague term that is embodies what ever you wish.

Words are you to convey what we think about the world around us. The word 'Book' for example means 'a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bond in covers', but it also invokes feelings and memories. If you had reading problems as a child you might find the word to have frightening properties. The same word could bring joy if you read a lot when you were younger. This might seem obvious or contradictory to what a word is for. I believe it gives even more to each word, not only to ones self but to the social structure they interact with. Curses have taken on a universal offencive feeling. They completely bypass the original definition and only have an emotional impact.

It is also true that some word do not have a external definition. 'Nature' means has no definition yet it is commonly used in everyday speech. It is still a valid word because the imagery carries with it is widely excepted. This aspect of speech is taken advantage of in poetry, song lyrics, comedy, movies, books... Just look for it. Become aware and you might get more out of every word.

Five Strikes

I know that some of you may be thinking that this may be a post about how I am a complete failure at picking up your so called 'chicks'. Or how I played baseball and somehow got five strikes. But that's dumb idea. I am both a babe-magnet and I've never gotten a strike hitting in baseball, I'm sort of a Babe Ruth. This is about the game with not only balls, but pins too. That's right. Bowling. I got five strikes. In bowling this is a good thing. They are worth not only ten points (one for each pin) but also the sum your current and next two frames. And not only did I get five, but they were back to back. So my first frame was worth 30 then another 30 and another then 20 then 10. A grand total of 120 after the first five frames. This all would have been rather amazing if I was good a bowling. But I'm not. I rarely break 100. Getting me a free pop and the praise of all my lesser bowlers. I choked on the 6th frame getting a 9 and sending me spiraling down into complete failer. I think my final score was a mere 174. Some people have told me that this experience has inflated my ego but I'm sure they are just jealous. After all not everyone can bowl well and they have to say things like it was good luck. I'd like to end this by saying that as a modest bowling-god that those that pray to me may obtain both 9 and spares. (Maybe even strikes.)

*some statement may be complete lies.

Black Christmas

Bad movie.

Not a Great Title

"Hey, I haven't written anything here for awhile." This is how I start every post and it needs to stop. Its an addiction. By starting it off like that I can't get yelled at for having not wrote. But it is the second most pathetic sentences to start off a post. The only thing topping it is starting with putting it in quotes and spending the first paragraph telling every one that it's pathetic. So, without further ado, I bring you the body of my post.

I have been told I need to write more by sisters, parents, teachers, college students, pets, gorillas, and myself. Why? Yeah, I'm really not quite sure. But I have decided to start up anyways. First by buying a pocket ruled moleskine, a sweet tiny notebook, and a few nice pens. I plan to write small tid bits in this: reminders, what I'm lending to who, short term goals, food I need to buy, books I need to read, and other such stuff. Then there is this blog. I have changed the color scheme to blue, and plan to write at least once a week. This is boring I'll skip further ahead.

"Batman and Robin, having returned to The Batcave from declawing The Catwoman once again, promptly ascend to Wayne Manor as Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson, who come calling to take Chief O'Hara, Commissioner Gordon and his daughter, Barbara, to the opera. Unfortunately, Barbara, in an elevator, is kidnapped by The Penguin, with the aim of forcing her to marry him! The Penguin tells the astonished group by phone that they should read the society section of next day's newspaper. When they do, they discover the announcement of a forthcoming wedding — between Barbara and The Penguin (who hopes to gain immunity from the police as Commissioner Gordon's son-in-law!), and they desperately try to locate The Penguin's hideout. Penguin henchmen, in search of a minister to perform the ceremony, fall upon The Reverend Hazlitt and Alfred. The quick-thinking butler pretends that he is The Reverend, and leaves with the thugs (but secretly alerts The Dynamic Duo via the Emergency Batcall on his belt). Bruce and Dick become The Dynamic Duo and, locating Penguin's hideout in a vacant apartment next door to Barbara's own (apparently the last place, Penguin believes, anyone would think to look!), race to the scene, while Alfred is locked up with Barbara. Believing Alf to be a man of The Cloth, she swears him to secrecy and then walks ever so precariously along the ledge to her apartment. She enters her bedroom, activates a secret panel and changes into the costume and accoutrements of Batgirl. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin burst into the apartment which they discover holds a befuddled Alfred Pennyworth and a wedding dress stuffed with pillows!"*

Yeah, I didn't write that. I think it's public domain...... I hope it is. Well if you read it, its rather exciting. I quoted it, so I don't think I'll get in trouble. I'd cite it but I forgot the resource. Don't tell anyone I plagiarized.

Well anyways. I've been working on a human head. I mean a sculpture of a human head. If you are viewing this through "facebook" than you can see all the pictures of it. (And I'll try to add more as I work on it at home.) If not your out of luck. I have also joined what is essentially "The Dead Poets' Society" of ARTech. The members, which includes me, will find a poems that mean something to them. Then read them to everyone in the "Society." I find it interesting. I have finished the play "Ros & Guil are Dead"{I'm not going to type there whole names, I just won't}. I was good; short and sweet. Other things I'm working on are less interesting, so I'm not going to talk about them. I was going to end it with something that would leave you thinking, but I can't think of anything myself.. So I steal..


"At a political convention there are 100 politicians. Each one is either crooked or honest. At least one is honest. Given any two of the politicians, at least one is crooked. How many are honest and how many are crooked?"*


*The quoted content in this post was taken from:
Rudolph, Oscar. (Director). (1967, September 14). Batman. ABC.

Mack, Donald R. The Unofficial IEEE Brainbuster Gamebook: Mental Workouts for the Technically Inclined. The Instituted of Electrical and Electronics Engineers, Inc., 1992.