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A not very timely note
This was a blog I once wrote during my high school and early college years. I keep it around for nostalgic purposes, but it is quite obviously no longer updated. I am looking to make a more professional blog presence in the future, but I still like to look at where I was mentally at certain points in time.
- G. Jan 2013
- G. Jan 2013
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 5)
Oh my god, guys! It's the last part! Hopefully you've read this from the beginning (I'm quite amazed that you haven't died from a heart attack yet, zorlone) and you'll enjoy this... uh... "creative" ending.
Our friends then entered Patrick’s room… “What are you doing in my room?!?” asked the latter, in his grinding voice, while he threw the piece of cheddar he was nibbling on in a basket made of cheese.”We’ve come to end your reign of tyranny and cheesiness, Patrick!” replied Jordan. ”That’s right, you fat, evil man!” added John quite obnoxiously. So our heroes and our antagonist clashed in a mighty battle… which lasted 20 seconds. As fat and slow as Patrick was, he only managed to crawl over to John’s foot and let his floppy arms fall upon it, inflicting minor bruises to himself, as Jordan was reciting a magical spell and John was cowering before Patrick’s mighty blubber. As soon as the spell was ready, Jordan let loose his inner might. A flash of light occurred and all you could then see was a giant scissor-shaped angel with a mighty hammer. It was Jordon, the true form of Jordan! The mighty, heavenly scissorsmith. His hammer descended upon Patrick’s frightened face and hit his hat really softly. Millions of tiny scissorlings exited the head of the hammer and proceeded to trim Patrick’s scraggly beard into friendly mutton chops. Cut off from his beard, and thus from his power, Patrick fell in a coma.
Our friends then entered Patrick’s room… “What are you doing in my room?!?” asked the latter, in his grinding voice, while he threw the piece of cheddar he was nibbling on in a basket made of cheese.”We’ve come to end your reign of tyranny and cheesiness, Patrick!” replied Jordan. ”That’s right, you fat, evil man!” added John quite obnoxiously. So our heroes and our antagonist clashed in a mighty battle… which lasted 20 seconds. As fat and slow as Patrick was, he only managed to crawl over to John’s foot and let his floppy arms fall upon it, inflicting minor bruises to himself, as Jordan was reciting a magical spell and John was cowering before Patrick’s mighty blubber. As soon as the spell was ready, Jordan let loose his inner might. A flash of light occurred and all you could then see was a giant scissor-shaped angel with a mighty hammer. It was Jordon, the true form of Jordan! The mighty, heavenly scissorsmith. His hammer descended upon Patrick’s frightened face and hit his hat really softly. Millions of tiny scissorlings exited the head of the hammer and proceeded to trim Patrick’s scraggly beard into friendly mutton chops. Cut off from his beard, and thus from his power, Patrick fell in a coma.
Many thanks yet again to our anonymous Googled Benefactor.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
"Don't Forget the Scenery" by G.
Imagine a family of four on a road trip that goes for about a thousand miles. The dad is driving, the mom is sleeping, and the kids are plugged in to a mp3 player or watching some movie. While their minds are all contained to the car, the scenery that lies outside will never enter their memories. You could always go driving, you could always take a nap, and your electronic devices aren't going to take a vacation in the Bahamas. But the landscape they travel through isn't a common sight. In their rush to reach their destination, they miss the little things among the road. Sadly, that's the kind of life most of us have been reduced to these days. But whether this is out of necessity or of ambition, we need to realize that a life of just surviving is no life at all.
Times are tough; I don't need to elaborate on that. But I also know this; if we don't take a little time to appreciate the little things that we got now, we might not get that chance later on. The one thing that can't get taken from you is what you hold in your head; it's the world's most secure safe for the time being. In our most dire hour, it's a real comfort to travel back and envelop ourselves in the warmth of good memories. It doesn't even have to be something spectacular; just remembering a sunset or a peaceful brook gives you a calm mental retreat in a world of chaos. But my main point; no matter how much you get caught up in your ambitions, or how hard your working to stand on your own two feet and survive, not looking out at the scenery once in while makes for a hollow and empty mind. Don't let potentially good things pass you by on your journeys. Regret is a feeling that is very hard to soothe.
Times are tough; I don't need to elaborate on that. But I also know this; if we don't take a little time to appreciate the little things that we got now, we might not get that chance later on. The one thing that can't get taken from you is what you hold in your head; it's the world's most secure safe for the time being. In our most dire hour, it's a real comfort to travel back and envelop ourselves in the warmth of good memories. It doesn't even have to be something spectacular; just remembering a sunset or a peaceful brook gives you a calm mental retreat in a world of chaos. But my main point; no matter how much you get caught up in your ambitions, or how hard your working to stand on your own two feet and survive, not looking out at the scenery once in while makes for a hollow and empty mind. Don't let potentially good things pass you by on your journeys. Regret is a feeling that is very hard to soothe.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sir's Random Dashes of Inspiration - Fromager's Tribulations (Part 4)
Sorry for being so late! Don't really have an excuse except my crappy memory.
On to the story! (Now with 35% more magic and awesome!)
When they arrived in front of the gigantic, black, and crooked tower, they could just gasp, awed by its awesomeness. Of course, it was imposing, but not too imposing for our heroes, who proceeded to enter it. As they entered, they could see the multitude of traps laid there for visitors. After a couple of hours, traps, fake pennies and little cuts, our friends got through. Of course, there just had to be a big magical door blocking the way at the end.
“What are the magical words?” asked the door.
John proceeded to reply: “Err… please and thank you?”As John was contemplating the sense of his answers, the door threw a bunch of rocks (Hey, it’s a magical door, remember?) at our heroes. John quickly proceeded to fall face-first on the floor, to avoid his rock as Jordan round-house kicked the rest to oblivion.All except one… The One Rock To Rule Them All. Except it just kept going and killed the janitor that was looking at the scene.”No, you moron! It’s open sesame!” yelled Jordan.
The door opened, but not before it could throw another rock at John’s manhood (Don’t worry, he also has a magically enhanced jock-strap).
Thank you, anonymous googled benefactor, for this piece of awesome.
On to the story! (Now with 35% more magic and awesome!)
When they arrived in front of the gigantic, black, and crooked tower, they could just gasp, awed by its awesomeness. Of course, it was imposing, but not too imposing for our heroes, who proceeded to enter it. As they entered, they could see the multitude of traps laid there for visitors. After a couple of hours, traps, fake pennies and little cuts, our friends got through. Of course, there just had to be a big magical door blocking the way at the end.
“What are the magical words?” asked the door.
John proceeded to reply: “Err… please and thank you?”As John was contemplating the sense of his answers, the door threw a bunch of rocks (Hey, it’s a magical door, remember?) at our heroes. John quickly proceeded to fall face-first on the floor, to avoid his rock as Jordan round-house kicked the rest to oblivion.All except one… The One Rock To Rule Them All. Except it just kept going and killed the janitor that was looking at the scene.”No, you moron! It’s open sesame!” yelled Jordan.
The door opened, but not before it could throw another rock at John’s manhood (Don’t worry, he also has a magically enhanced jock-strap).
Thank you, anonymous googled benefactor, for this piece of awesome.
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