Right and wrong

I was talking with this girl Holly (she's sort of a fantasy/history buff, LOTR, Narnia, Harry Potter, etc.), and we were talking about the situations that characters find themselves in are almost always easy to decide because the Right and Wrong, and Good and Bad are completely defined. The path of the Truth is so easy and defined, maybe that's why those books are regarded as fantasy, becuase such situations of radical diferences between what is Good and what is not are really all that reallistic, sadly. She said something about wishing she could be in there, and I have felt that way many many times before. Sometimes, well, most of the time, I feel that the world is so pointless, unless it has some central meaning(religion). If you really let yourself run over all the things you did yesterday, will you really care in ten days, tens years? Does it all really matter? I mean, seriously, people need to have something to think about instead of "he broke up with her". C'mon!

Times are changing, the world is going to end sooner or later. Do we all really care that much who Brittany Spears is dating, or who won the World Series? Who gives? When we get wrapped up in all this crap, we find that we really just don't want think that anything matters. Where is the Truth, where is the Goodness? I've also been talking with Holly about the pointlessness of all this. This is one of the few girls that I know who think about this stuff. Nothing against girls(on the contrary, ...), but I'm sure you all know what they can be like in high school.

One of the main goals I hope to acomplish with my fabulous movies is to give the American Audience a little more than "Oh, he looks totally awesome" and "She's really cute". A little bit of "rattling the cage" to all those "Typical American Consumerists", Eh?

memories

For some unknown reason(maybe a brain meltdown), but I remebered this quite funny scene. OK. Here we go. My older brother and I were late for mass. We just gotten into our church clothes, running out the door, man! we just missed Mom and other brothers. We run into the silver volvo (210,000 miles?), jump in, doesn't start. After a couple tries, we get out and run and get into the red corolla(145,000 miles?), gives a rumble and doesn't start. Big trouble, we run into the next car on the sidewalk, blue volvo (185,000 miles?), rumble, roar, we take off. We were lucky, cause that was the last car there. Man, those were the days. Must have been about a year or so ago.

Esc

It just ocured to me, nobody uses the escape key anymore. Maybe that's cause we're not messing around in DOS that much anymore. So when was the last time you used esc?

Tombstone

Ike Clanton: What is that, Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.

Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!

High Time!

I do believe that it is high time that I post some Easter Celebration pictures.

High Time! (really late time, more like it)

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I am doing quite miserable in school, so as a double excuse to: not post, and, have people pray for me. Hehe . . . .

comic

YES!
MORE YES!

Californication

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It's understood that Hollywood
sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging

[Chorus:]
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Californication

Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon's not far away
It's Californication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody's been there
and
I don't mean on vacation

[Chorus]

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you're craving

[Chorus]

Crash

I saw it tonight. It was intense. Very good movie. Made you think about sterotypes, and racism, and judging people. Definately a must-see. Five stars.

Oh

" . . . . yeah and then I just got this urge to blow s*** up, and so . . . . "

High School

I bloody hate high school relationships. Most of them anyway. People jump to conclusions so much. I hate &&%*&% high school. SO stupid. Gossip. Stupid people. I can't wait to break free.

Dream 3

This is a weird one.

So I get the call to come to this town with a deer problem, and they have a leader who is a deer, and I’m not sure wether I'm a deer or not(I might be a mix or something weird like that), and there is a group of renegade deer. The town is a mixture of good deer and humans. Peter is a human, and he’s in the "cleaning out of problems" business and so am I. I can’t remember the first part, but I’m in this house upstairs, which looks a lot like those Stinson Beach houses. The townspeople are telling me that the leader of the town has been possessed by the rebels and has joined their ranks. I say I really need peter here. Then I go over to the hammock of the leader is, and see a pair of eyes. I say, “Is that a pair of eyes?” And somebody behind me says “Yes, that is a pair of eyes.” I go downstaires and walk outside, through the second door of our garage, with all the bikes, and the outside happens to be a flat ice plain. Peter has just arrived in a mini van, and is in the graduation vestments, with the funny hat too. He’s taking some spare suits out of the back of the minivan, and Auntie PJ is saying goodbye to John and Mom. John and Mom are getting into the minivan, because it’s not safe for them to be around when the deer come. Peter is walking towards me, but still about 30 yards off. I look out into the plain, and then somebody upstairs shouts through an open window, “the deer and coming!” I position some bikes in front of me and look over at Peter. He now has an awesome leather jacket, and a minigun, the kind with the full body straps, and the like 2 foot rotary part. HUGE gun. For some reason, I do not have any weapon at all. The deer come in a surreal whirl, as if they are all dancing ice-skating and going in circle, with each circle getting closer towards up. But they are never in the distance, but just 50 yards away, with what looks like thousands and thousands of deer, completely obscuring everything else. Peter is next to me, and has opened fire. It’s going for a second and then peter looks sideways to me and shouts over the gunfire “should I shoot the tree?” I look back into the garage, and sure enough, there is a giant tree in the back. I yell back “No, leave it be!” The deer don’t seem to be doing anything except what they have been doing. I’m thinking that I really need a minigun, and then I wake up.

I really wanted that minigun.

eye

Yeah. This is pretty awesome. it took a wee bit of time. I did it on Paint Shop Pro 8. That's my eye. TeeHeeHee

Apocalyse

The old man climbed wearily up the last few feet of trail. His were feet bare and bleeding, his tunic torn and blowing wildly in the chill wind. His long white hair was streaming out behind him as he gained the summit and looked down on the world below. Ruined, ice wrapped cities were dodging through the mist and fog, swirling and hiding the destruction that was reality. The old man rested on a throne on the summit of the world. Spread out before him was Everything, city and civilization, in all its vastness.
Looking down the sharp, icy slope, he saw a dark figure slowing picking his way up the mountain. The old man wiped the cold precipitation off his brow and spoke these words: “Alas that such evil days should come in my waning. There was a day when the world shook each time my name sounded. When I carried the Red Sword of War into battle men quailed before me. It is an evil fate that now I can hardly lift my own body. Why do such things happen to men? Why are we not immortal, ever youthful? The Almighty made our bodies, how can they tarnish? Alas! The answer is coming up this very slope. Would to God I had saved a last reserve of vitality and a simple bronze dagger!” And with that he arose and spoke forth toward the creature ascending the slope. “Come, fate, and be done with me. I am an old unarmed man. You need have no fear of me.”
The figure on the slope stopped and raised its hooded head, but there was no face to be seen. Out of the blackness spoke a voice as cold as the ice around it. “King of Kings, you know the Time has come, and yet you almost persevered to the last. But giving your soul for glory that is shortly to be forgotten was something I only expected from fools. You know the rules of the game, but out of glory you choose Death, and the Inferno. Yet your fate is pitiable, since you came so close. Should I consult with the Almighty and see what He has to say?”
“Men know only the world, and glory to be gained, how could I have done else?”
“Men are fools”
“Then what are you, a governor of fools? I do not want to bargain, Spirit. I am a mortal, but I have enough of the dignity that God has bestowed upon me to accept my fate.”
“Consider it done.”
His haggard old eyes took in everything for one last time.
“What happens after this world, Spirit?”
“Eternalness. He who wins in this world dominates in the next. He who loses in this world is cursed in the next. You already know this.”
“I am mortal, Spirit. I am limited to a mind and memory.”
“I am aware, as I am of many things.”
The old man sighed, and shrugged his shoulders wearily, and said “ My life is over.” He paused. “Was it fruitful, Spirit?”
“No. The things of this world pass away into the void, unless the glory of lost days is retained in the memories of those who survive.”
“Do they think of such things while surrounded with blissful happiness?”
He spoke with a hint of regret in his voice.
“No, there is no need. The least of things there is greater than everything of this world.”
“Then my life was in vain?”
“Yes, but not unwholey so.”
The aged king looked questioningly at the black robed figure.
“Another age is coming, king. The history of your glory will live on for another millennia yet.”
“But not forever, Spirit? Then I have lived for nothing if everything I was will perish!”
“Yes. Mortals are doomed to such torment”
“Cursed we are.”
“Yes”
The old one cast his eyes around the bitter world, bereft of life. The palaces of renown and temples of gold lay in ruin, crusted with ice, broken and twisted. The Fog swirled and moved with the wind, which played with the flakes of bitter ice on the mountaintop.