Blog: God damnit America!

I might as well have a tag for rants. And I KNOW this is my second post today. And that it's also my second rant.
And this also might offend you. More then the other one, which wasn't that offensive.

America, you so silly! All that crazy state-by-state gay marriage laws and corporations being counted as people stuff! Not to mention the great two-party system that is tearing us apart! (But democratically!)
Look, I get it. Corporations hold so much power, ya just couldn't resist being nice to them. Making them count as people. Being nice to them in supreme court. I know, you just don't want to anger the people who could make you bankrupt. I understand.
And as for the whole party system, well, it's the democratic thin to do! It makes perfect sense that the people can choose who's in charge. Really, it does. You can't help if they're arguing is causing big problems for everyone else. And as for getting stuff done? Screw that. When has getting work done ever do anyone any good?
The whole sate system thing is sound too. I mean, you started as states. Why not continue? You would lose so much culture if you just considered them as counties or states. The other kind of state I mean. The one that doesn't act as much like it's own mini-country that's just ruled by America. It really isn't much of a hassle to have each state allow laws like same-sex marriage. The government could declare it in all states, but that would be unpopular! Let's trade human rights for looking good, shall we?

Blog: Being jewish shouldn't free you of nazi accusations. Really.

This has to do with a bit more serious offensive stuff.
You could get offended, though I don't think it's all that offensive. (Though I haven't finished writing it yet. We'll see.)
I can't recall how many times I've heard about someone being accused of being a neo-nazi or anti-jewish, only to have them point out that they have jewish relatives.
That's not a get-out-of-jail-free card. What's worse is that some people believe this. Like, "Hey, he can't be a neo-nazi! His grandmother was Jewish!" That's crazy. A nazi can ignore their Jewish heritige and spout anti-Jewish things. And if they get caught, they can just say they are part Jewish and so the nazi accusations are now null.

"For a long time I was a Jew and I was happy to be a Jew, then I met Susanne Bier [fellow Danish director] and I wasn't so happy. But then I found out I was actually a Nazi. My family was German. That also gave me pleasure. What can I say? I understand Hitler. I sympathize with him a bit."

"I don't mean I'm in favor of World War II and I'm not against Jews, not even Susanne Bier. In fact I'm very much in favor of them. All Jews. Well, Israel is a pain in the ass [pause] ... How can I get out of this sentence? OK, I'm a Nazi."

This might not be the best example, but honestly. These are quotes from Lars Von Trier.

There isn't much else I can write now. How do I follow up a rant like that?

Well, with another quote I guess.

(Later asked about doing a blockbuster) “Yes. We Nazis have a tendency to try to do things on a greater scale. Maybe I could do the Final Solution.”

Oh you. That made absolutely no sense. 'Maybe I could do the final solution?' What? As a film?

Also, this guys seems to think all Germans are nazis. That's just harsh. He says 'Then I found out I was a nazi. My family was German.' 

God, I hope this is just an idiotic publicity stunt. That kind of stupidity is just ridiculous.

Also, does that make me a fat, fast-food loving, tall, tulip-growing, vodka drinking nazi? Just because I am American, Ducth, Russian and German by blood? Just a question.

Blog: I am a master of pyro dueling

This is less of a post, more of a photo dump of killcams in TF2.
Oh, and maybe a few notes.
For one, I tried to start a new short story, and did. But it's about Christmas and eventually I stopped writing, because why the hell would I post a Christmas story in June?
For another, I'll get to Static. I don't think anyone really reads my blog (for Static or anything) besides friends, but whatever. I just need to decide if I should change perspectives or just continue. And what the plot will be.
For the last thing, I am the king of TF2. Besides a few people who are better then me, I can reign over the rest. Also, there are so many n00bs now, it's easy. Free to play makes it so easy for me...

You had it coming to you H@XX0RZ

I'm pretty sure we all know what happens next.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just spy on your team!"

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Watch out! Needles! 

This is either Michael Jackson or just a dancing spy. One or the other.

And yes, Andrew Fucking Jackson is my name on steam. I didn't choose it.

Blog: My dreams are telling me I'm scared of rainbows

It's hard to keep track of dreams. I used to have the most insane dreams when I was about 8, ones that really seemed to say something about my psyche.
I don't dream as often anymore, though I did last night; and it was pretty damn terrifying.
I'll get to that later. I just want to write down a few dreams today though, as it would truly be a loss to the world if these were forgotten.

A repeating dream:

I haven't had this one for a while, though I remember having it about three times. I'm sitting at home on a couch, just relaxing or something. Suddenly I hear a boom. I look outside and notice a dark shape move by fast. I run outside, scared. There I notice a giant ball, maybe fifty feet high. It absorbs people it rolls over. Every time it rolls something over, their eyes, arms, legs and mouths are added to the ball. It moves at will.
I was completely terrified at this thing, so naturally I run away. As I run, I notice I seem to be the only person left in town. And then I wake up.
This seems sorta Katamari-like to me now, though I'm not sure if I was aware of Katamari back then. So maybe I was subconsciously picking it up? Or I saw the game somewhere? Or I was just really scared of giant mutant balls?
It was the same the first two times it repeated, though the third time it appeared during my school's field day. Just weird man.

My other, more frequent WTF repeated dream:

This one was yearly. Haven't had it in about three years though.
I'm in my old elementary school. Except it seems to have turned into a car wash/supermarket. In front of me are my cats in a shopping cart, rolling away while mewing sadly. As I jump and doge those blue car wash things, they disappear out of sight into the parking lot. Naturally, I follow them.
This is where the whole repeated thing comes in. There's three different ending.
1. Death
In this one, I see the giant basilisk from the second Harry Potter in the parking lot. It roars at me a bit. I ignore it and run back inside the school, which is now a full supermarket. I pick up some bread off the shelves and find it is actually a cat in the shape of a loaf of bread. All the food is actually cats.
Suddenly, I hear the basilisk again. It's in the supermarket. And then it undramatically eats me. And I die.
And no, I don't wake up. I just stay asleep, not dreaming.
2. Killing it
In this one, I simply grad a nearby sword and shield and kill the basilisk. And then I wake up. Very simple, really.
3. Flee
This one is just like the one where I die, except instead of getting eaten, I grab a tree and break it into a working car. And drive vaguely into the distance.
The thing with this dream is, I can see where it can from. I probably was scared of the basilisk in HP and had a weird dream. And as for the turning a tree into a car part, well, haven't we all?


The most boring dream ever to repeat:


I seem to have many repeating dreams.
In this one, all that happens is my brother drives a car. I'm sitting in the back seat, just sitting while he drives it somewhere. I've been having this for ages now. It's stopped now, probably cause my brother really is driving a car now.

A game of some sort:
This one just came back to me as I was writing the next dream out. Right at the word 'giant'. Don't ask.
The details are a bit fuzzy though.
I was with maybe ten other people in a mine cart over some lava. We knew we had to not touch the lava, or we would be turned into a stature. We actually had a few statures with us. We arrived at our destination, which was a portal. When we stepped in, we found ourselves on a high forested hill that was next to a steep valley. We knew we had to go somewhere, but we didn't know where. Most people agreed it was the next hill over, so we started on our way. At the bottom of the hill, however, I was suddenly unsettled. I got a few other people to come with to hide behind a large rock for awhile.
At the other hill, a large bird like thing came into view alarmingly fast. It trampled the rest of the people. Me and the people left were transported back to the cart unharmed.
Right away, one person lost hope. It was a girl who looked vaguely like an anime character, and always had her eyes wide open. As the cart started moving away, I got out and consoled her. The cart left us behind, so we traversed a labyrinth of badly pixilated walls together. At some point, the girl fell into lava and died. At the end, I found myself at a circular room. The stone statures of the other people decorated the room, and on the ceiling there were fourteen empty frames and one filled with a picture of the girl that had died. A man appeared and told me the girl was his wife.
I was then transported to a dinar, where the jukebox was a portal back into that place. I'm not really sure why.

Rainbows are a reason to panic:


Search me for why I had this dream. It's got to be the weirdest thing to come out of my head since that one short story I wrote.
I was asleep (in the dream) when I wake up due to someone brushing my hair. I see it's Evil. I'm a bit weirded out by this, but in the dream I don't care. I notice the small bit of strand I can see is with green and blue streaks, so I realize Evil is dying my hair with a comb (Somehow. It made sense in the dream). Evil then leaves into oblivion and  I go to check how my hair looks. It's dark in the mirror room, so I turn on the light.
I am mortified to discover that my hair is now white with color changing streaks. The streaks just flash different colors like a old neon sign. I am literally afraid of the rainbows, so I turn off the lights.
Suddenly, I remember graduation is tomorrow (It was actually last week). I am now extremely angry at Evil. I go to my barn and find her sitting there. There, I explain that I am afraid my hair will ruin graduation. Evil is profoundly sorry and offers to take me somewhere to remove the dye. We get on what seems to be a german WWII motorcycle and ride off. About halfway to our destination, however, something is off. There seems to be a brightly colored missile going through a drawbridge. We continue up the bridge anyways, but are picked up by a giant thing. The thing remarks that we will be fed to something. It puts us down on the brightly colored missile, and I wake up in utter confusion.
I need a dream analyzer here right now.

A quote to end this:

"Dreaming is the mind's subconscious way of telling you to go to school naked and have all your teeth fall out." -Fact sphere

 Well said, Fact Sphere. Well said.

Blog: Sleeping and other grand ways to spend your summer

School is out.
Yay, applause, happy noises, ect.
I, for one, am not as pleased as your regular teenage girl. (As in, no hyper-ness. I am not good on hyper.) The summer means preeeeeeeety much one thing: Nothing. I honestly never have anything to do during the summer.
This year it looks like I'll being volunteering at an animal zoo/farm thing for a week, which is at least a distraction.
I'd like to make a full message here and be direct, but I think I'll just stay vague. This is my typical day (and my day today):
Morning: Sleep until 11am.
11am-2pm: Carry laptop around with headphones on while listening to music. Dance a bit for the hell of it.
2pm-3pm: Think about writing. Do not even try.
3pm-4pm: Go lay in bed doing absolutely nothing. Not even sleeping.
4pm-6pm: Eat a meal of easy mac and pasta.
6pm-7pm: Continue doing nothing, get around to a blog.
7pm-next day: Sleep or something.

So yeah. No social interaction with anything. (Besides my cats. They are simply cat-ly.)
And I have another three months or so left.

Oh, hey remember last post when I was all like 'I'll do somethin' serious next time!' and you were all like ':O' and then I didn't do it? Yeah, that was great.

UPDATE: I lost my cards too. Now I'll have to make up a even more ridiculous thing to keep me entertained!

And because I suck, here's Poland and a pony.

This pony is his plan to fight off Russia. It'll like, totally work.

Snippets of another day

(Sentences from various false starts, middles and random sentences that once came into my mind.)


"One sec- There's something I forgot."
She ran back inside the double glass doors, only to return with a single cupcake. It was missing most of it's frosting and was lying upside-down in it's case, but she held it like it was the world to her.
~
"I suppose you could say I'm offended, but I prefer to just be blunt and say I hate you."
~
There were about sixteen people who meant the world to him, now that he thought about it. Perhaps that was fifteen too many.
~
It was an accident when he opened his eyes. Seeing things for the first time- now that really made him scared.
~
She gave a little twirl. 
"I think I'm in love!"
She was, of course, referring to herself.
~
There aren't many things someone can give a person of nobility. It took him three days before he decided it was worthless to try and just bought her a beer instead.
~
There was something about him. The way he walked, the way he carried himself; it all made him seem so weird. Or maybe it was the dying dragonfly he was carrying in his hands.
~
"There are so many things I'd like to say to you all here tonight. But you see, I don't know... eh... excuse me for a moment. This isn't my speech."
~
It was going to be hard to explain this one to the police.
~
"Is this really how you want to live your life? Getting drunk guys to buy you drinks and stealing money from their wallets?"
There was a pregnant pause.
"...Yes."
~
She poured herself a drink while she spoke, "I think we've been over this. I'm done."

The girl gave a frustrated sigh. "We need you! You can't just leave us out here like that!" 

"You? Need me? Ridiculous." She gave a shaky laugh. 

~

If my life were a movie, this would be the climax.

~

"So wait, are you saying you can just magically transform into anything you think of?"

"Yep."

"It's times like these I really wish you were on my side."

~

"I'm not that stupid."

She held out a paper, after having studied it well. The contents were all ridicoulous tall tales, fairy tales even. The girl was sitting next to the liar, who had been the one to give her the paper. The liar shook her head sadly. It had probably been the third time this had happened. The girl and the liar may have been friends, but this was getting ridiculous. You can't just streatch the truth out like that.

"What kind of joke are you playing on me, anyways?"

It could have been a story, something purely fictioness (which is undoubtably was anyways). The main problem was the characters. And everything else. It told the tale of the liar and the girl. Going on an adventure together. It would have been alright, but it treated itself as non-fiction. And the girl in the story was quite different from the girl reading it. She was selfish and agressive. Not to mention some sort of demon.

~

She places her bets on one of the horses. Everyone else does too. They know she's never wrong.

~

He doesn't like her. It's hard to pin what's wrong with her, but something isn't right. He wishes she would have grown up more like her mother. Not as much like him.

Blog: Card games on motorcycles

Here's a fun fact: I write titles before posting. So the title might be entirely unfitting.
Right. I've been cleaning this blog up a little bit. Mainly removing two short, going-nowhere pieces.
And removing that one blog. I probably will put it back up later.
I had to remove it though, as I am a coward. When it comes to people. The day after the post I stayed home in hopes of... eh... 'defusing' any sort of anger/resentment. I do not think there was much, at least 'Jpeg' (or rather, Evil) did not make much remarks about it. I really should remember not to rant anymore.

Anyways. I just want to outline how it is to be bored when you are me. When I get bored, I do weird things. I've invented a card game the other day, and other times I've been known to get a bit stir-crazy and wander around the house with a stuffed bear muttering to myself.
Because this idea is genius (until I look back on it and realize it's stupid) I want to just show this off:

Pictured: Boredom

The game is basically: Who would win in a fight?/WAR. You got two piles. You draw a card from each. You decide who wins. The winner takes the loser into the deck. It's so perfect man.

It also has the backup mechanic of stats to compete in. Power/strength, Awesomeness, smartness, fear-factor/scariness and ego. I am proud that there is an ego stat. 

All the characters come from pop culture (If you saw the turret, Minimoose, okami, etc. do not worry. I meant that.) because I can't do original ideas.

Now that I'm done with that, I just want to put this out: I'm wearing Evil's tie. Man, I really need to get a tie now- these things are freaking awesome! :3

And so is my shirt.

I'll get to a serious post later. I have one planned (For real!)

Poetry: Last day

(Here's a short, half-assed poetry for you all. The two people are actual characters in Static, but I haven't  posted up to their introduction yet.)

It’s hard to say how long she had been out there, but it didn’t matter much to her at all.
Not at all.
I suppose one could say she was being creative, but many others had done this before her.
Maybe she wasn’t so creative.
I thought about taping this, so we could watch it later and laugh again.
Preferably over hot chocolate like we used to.
I remembered then that I wasn’t going to drink hot chocolate with her again.
I guess I’ll have to make due.
Maybe I’ll drink with the others for once.
But I could never drink what they drink.
Perhaps I won’t drink again, never again.
That is, until she returns.
If she returns.
Do
Not
Think
About it.
Ever again.
Do not
Cry.
The she leaves.
The day she said her final goodbye.

Blog: Friends are man's best friend

(This is back up...)

WARNING: ANNOYING RANT. DO. NOT. READ. Unless you want to be offended or pissed off. Or want to have a look at my problems. Rants just have to come out, you know man?

I'm preeeeeeety sure we all have friends. Even my anti-social brother has a friend. So we all know the problems connected to having friends. Frankly, they can be quite a pain.
Now I don' want to get ahead of myself. I like having friends. I lost my ability to make friends a few years ago, so it's awesome to still be close to all my friends. I've made a few new friends too. It's all nice.
However, I guess I'd like to rant a bit about some of my friends. Just want to get this out.

So I have one friend, who I shall call Chronos, is being somewhat of a bother to me right now. (If you read this, no offense man... sorry about having to post about this.) She, out of all my school friends, is the one I have known the longest. She is quite the amazing artist, with her scribbly-real pictures. She is also a jazz flute. That is quite an achievement, by the way. She really is awesome, and we've been pretty close friends.  The problem is with recent events.
For one thing, she missed my birthday. I TAKE NO OFFENSE. She had art, and I know it. Plus I don't like holding grudges. But after art, me and some friends were walking around town for the art festival in town. She was with some of her other friends. We met several times, and each time went our separate ways. The thing that got me was that she honestly never joined our group for the festival.
For one thing, I:
A) Have never missed a party she held, often helping help her set up. Never missed her birthday (Though never always got her a gift. I suck at giving gifts T_T)
B) Would it have killed her to join us for a bit? Or even for the after-festival party at my house?
Next, there some more recent things. Chronos sits next to me in one class. We have typically been like normal friends who sit next to each other: Pretty friendly. However, in the recent months she's been all but silent to me unless it's needed. She's also been friendly to some people I could never like. Not to mention how, just today, when I was joking that I'm the nicest person in the world, she remarked "No, you're defiantly not."
Yeah, that's nice. I was joking man. And you knew it.
Now let's end this on a good note. Chronos, I still want to be your friend. I'm afraid I can't admit this kind of thing in person because I can't. I can't do that kind of thing. But I want you to cheer up. It's hard to make this work when you sulk around whenever we do anything. Relax. Have fun. We can make this work. I still want to be your friend.

And here's to someone different. 'Jpeg'. You know who you are. You probably will read this. Please... Don't get upset. And don't bring it up in English. That's just awkward man. For me. I have honor.
Now Jpeg is another old friend. She was one of my first of three friends I made in one year. I think I spend more time with her then any of my friends (Out of school). We have some similar interests, or at least we did. But we're still really good friends.
The problem of the day is change. When she moved up into middle school, she changed. She had the biggest change this year. I suppose it's normal, but I do not like it much. It doesn't seem to be a change for the better. She has had some friends for maybe two years (That I remember) who are guys I do not get along with. I don't mind much, but can get on my nerves. I can't hang out with Jpeg without one of them tagging along at some point. One of them is actually a nice guy. I've known him for awhile (Though haven't spent time with him for many years). However, he is probably a druggie and still not  fully great person.
I'm concerned for Jpeg. She has pretty strict parents, and I can observe psychologically that she wants to show she isn't perfect or something. (I'm not going to go on about this- I don't want to assume).
Also, Jpeg is a very different person inside school. We don't do much in school. Not too close. I feel like she's only my friend out of school, and in school she is only somewhat a friend. Like someone I hang out with a little bit.
Also, she has been acting more stupid in school. Jpeg, you are not stupid. I know you aren't. So god stop acting like it.

-Rant done-

Static chapter 8

(I'm happy to finally get this out of the way- Can you believe it's already 8,000 words? That's the longest thing I've ever written!)

They were caught about twenty minutes after that. They had been carefully moving to look into one of the smaller buildings in the complex when a large group of guards suddenly fell in from everywhere. Instantly they were surrounded, and helpless as their arms were bound and they were forced to march towards one of the many buildings.
“Maybe they will take us to mom- this is really in our favor you know,” hissed Tori in Ezra’s ear as they marched into what looked to be a miniature hotel lobby. It was composed of gold-plated walls and plush couches. There was a small reception desk where a guard without armor was fixing it’s hair in a mirror. When the guards marched Ezra and Tori towards the desk, the receptionist looked up. It said something in what must have been it’s own language, as the other guards understood the mess of noise that came from it’s mouth. The guards conversed for a minute before Ezra and Tori were once again moved, this time towards a gold-plated elevator. The doors slid open, only to reveal what seemed to be a normal elevator. They stepped in and stood in silence for a long elevator ride down.
The room outside the elevator was entirely different then the lobby. It was all concrete, a giant mess of hallways leading of in every which way. There were a few guards here and there, but mainly just men and woman in white uniforms. They held clipboards and spoke in quiet voices that Ezra was unable to hear. As they passed through the maze of halls, people passing would acknowledge the guards with a short nod.
They turned into one of the many identical black doors that lined the halls. Inside there was a office with a decorated man sitting at the desk. He had a nameplate which simply identified him as Murner. Ezra knew he right away. Murner Clo was one of the high ranking members of The Cascade. He wasn’t a very tall man, but still broad shouldered. His expression seemed to be one that gave you the expression that he was disappointed in you. He had the black uniform of The Cascade on, with his hat on his desk.
When he spoke to them, he sounded more like he was spitting the words out. “Infiltrators.” He spat, “Care to fill say why exactly you were here? I don’t suppose you just ‘got lost’ or ‘didn’t know this was a restricted area’ like the others? Because the fate of the others isn’t something I truly would wish for anyone.”
Ezra had nothing to say. His mind had gone into panic, unable to think of anything. All he could think about was how much trouble he was going to be in. Tori, on the other hand, seemed to be fine. “We came to get my mo- dog. You guys took my dog.”
“Hmm. Did we? The only dog we have had here certainly isn’t here anymore.”
“Where is she? You better give her back!” Tori yelled at Murner.
“I don’t think you ought to be giving us orders, considering your position right now. You can always replace dogs.

“Next we have to consider your punishment. We would do the usual, but you two could be useful to us... Guards! Take these two to room N457. Have them registered.”

“What do you mean, ‘registered’? I don’t trust you!”

“I do not blame you. I wouldn’t trust you either. This punishment is something you might even enjoy... I know plenty of other people will. Leave now.”

The guards once more started moving them, this time first taking another elevator down a few levels. The next room they entered was set up more like a doctor’s room. There was a tray of medical instruments on a table and a high bench. A man with flyaway hair greeted them with a almost sad smile.

“The girl first.” He said.

“What?” Said Tori. “What does that mean?”

“I will examine you first, then the boy. Guards, please guide the by out of the room.”

Ezra was taken out of the room again. Quite simply, he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Murner hadn’t exactly been clear on what was going to happen to them. Now they seemed to be getting health screening. Why would they possibly need a health screening? They were probably heading for death anyways.

The sound of the door opening signalled that Tori’s screening was over and now it was his turn. He was escorted in by one of the guards into the office. The doctor took blood from Ezra’s arm, checked his heartbeat and took his temperature. That was it.

“I’d prefer to do a better examination, but they insist I just do this. I’ve told them many times that it doesn’t get that much information time and time again, but they never listen. So sorry about that.” Said the doctor as the Ezra left the room. “Oh, and guards- next is room W185. Right down the hall.”

They headed down the hall again. The next room they entered was quite different from any of the other rooms. For one thing, it was at ground level. For another, there was a large amount of people waiting in line for the desk. Outside, cars passed. Tori and Ezra were moved to the front of the line right away.

The woman at the desk smiled at them. “Welcome to the Udalto registration desk. How may we help you?”