Crafted with love or fear or loathing.
Fueled by hope and hate and brooding.
They create our wars and start our fights,
Mend our hearts and change our lives.
They bring some comfort to those with none,
But give the orders to fire the guns.
With edges sharp they’ll cut you deep.
May keep you from or give you sleep.
They touch our souls and bring us peace.
Make soldiers cry and children dream.
They fill our books, they give us language.
They cause the rise and fall of nations.
They form the world and keep us safe,
By protecting ideals and preserving faiths.
Their sting burns longer than any weapon.
Their resounding consequences forever echo.
Alone they survive the test of time,
Preserving our past for all humankind.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Man's Best Friend
Growing up I was always a cat person. As a child, I always wanted a dog. Hours were spent daydreaming about our joint adventures exploring the world, the dog heeding my every command. I was never able to have a dog though. We always had at least one cat in the house and I was told they would not get along. In hindsight, this was probably for the best. Dogs take a lot more care than cats, and I doubt, at that age, I would have been able to give a dog the time and attention it required, no matter how much I tried to convince my parents otherwise. I am still a cat person of course, but also have quite a soft spot in my heart for friends of the canine variety.
I maintained my desire for a dog into adulthood. Last winter I finally got a dog of my own. My chocolate Labrador, Sawyer, is sitting in the floor next to me as I write this. Let me tell you, he was worth the wait. He is everything I always dreamed a dog to be. Sure, he occasionally chooses to ignore my commands, but for the most part, he is a very good, obedient dog. Below you will find a picture of Sawyer and Tucker sharing a tennis ball.
Sawyer is a great friend. If I'm feeling down he can run into the room with his big goofy grin and I can't help but smile. He gives me a reason to get up and out. I doubt I would get nearly as much exercise if it weren't for Sawyer. We go on daily walks at the nearby Battleground Park. Obviously it's healthy for the both of us, but it's also fun to get out in the world, see some people, and make my dog extremely happy. Sawyer proudly walks next to me waving his tail. He always knows when someone is complimenting him, and let me tell you, he definitely gets the compliments. He has had countless people tell him how handsome/cute/great he is on our walks.
Seeing my dog happy definitely makes me happy. I simply say the word "treat" and he looks at me with such excitement and joy that my troubles have no choice but to take a backseat for a while.
Sawyer loves to play. He always seems to know when I come home from the pet store with a new toy for him. He sits and waits while I take his gift from the bag and remove the packaging. Upon receiving his new treasure, Sawyer proudly lifts it high in the air with his mouth and parades it around the apartment to make sure everyone (cats included!) has had a good look. If I need a break from the world, Sawyer is always more than happy to bring over one of his toys for a quick game.
Owning a dog is a great experience. There is a lot of time and work involved, but to me, it is more than worth it. Sawyer is a wonderful dog and a great friend. I just hope the cats don't get jealous!
I maintained my desire for a dog into adulthood. Last winter I finally got a dog of my own. My chocolate Labrador, Sawyer, is sitting in the floor next to me as I write this. Let me tell you, he was worth the wait. He is everything I always dreamed a dog to be. Sure, he occasionally chooses to ignore my commands, but for the most part, he is a very good, obedient dog. Below you will find a picture of Sawyer and Tucker sharing a tennis ball.
Sawyer is a great friend. If I'm feeling down he can run into the room with his big goofy grin and I can't help but smile. He gives me a reason to get up and out. I doubt I would get nearly as much exercise if it weren't for Sawyer. We go on daily walks at the nearby Battleground Park. Obviously it's healthy for the both of us, but it's also fun to get out in the world, see some people, and make my dog extremely happy. Sawyer proudly walks next to me waving his tail. He always knows when someone is complimenting him, and let me tell you, he definitely gets the compliments. He has had countless people tell him how handsome/cute/great he is on our walks.
Seeing my dog happy definitely makes me happy. I simply say the word "treat" and he looks at me with such excitement and joy that my troubles have no choice but to take a backseat for a while.
Sawyer loves to play. He always seems to know when I come home from the pet store with a new toy for him. He sits and waits while I take his gift from the bag and remove the packaging. Upon receiving his new treasure, Sawyer proudly lifts it high in the air with his mouth and parades it around the apartment to make sure everyone (cats included!) has had a good look. If I need a break from the world, Sawyer is always more than happy to bring over one of his toys for a quick game.
Owning a dog is a great experience. There is a lot of time and work involved, but to me, it is more than worth it. Sawyer is a wonderful dog and a great friend. I just hope the cats don't get jealous!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Fire and Courage
His sword glistened in the morning sunlight. He inspected his shield, blackened and scorched. He tried to block out the carnage strewn about him. The night had taken its toll with little to show in return. His comrades fallen, he alone remained to face the dragon.
A plume of fire spit into the air beyond the hill the knight hid behind; the morning’s glow seemed dim in comparison. Gathering his courage, the knight pulled the visor of his helm back down over his eyes. He tightened his grip on shield and sword as he charged the top of the hill, a battle cry roaring from his smoke filled throat. The great black dragon turned to face the sound, its massive claws cutting deep furrows into the earth. A thunderous roar shook the ground and smoke billowed from the dragon’s flared nostrils. Its gaping maw let loose a pillar of fire, scorching earth and air as it flew toward the knight. The knight crouched down behind his shield. Fire curled around its edges as the mighty blast hit. The intense heat soaked through the shield like water on a shirt. The carefully forged metal began to melt around the knight’s gauntleted hand. Just as the knight thought he could stand no more, the dragon’s fiery assault broke off. The knight pried his now useless shield from his arm and tossed the melted remains to the ground.
The dragon lifted its head high into the air as if preparing to unleash another molten breath. Instead, its massive wings unfurled from its back and began to beat, clearing the area of morning fog and battle smoke. The unrelenting blasts of air brought the knight to his knees. The dragon lifted from the ground, its wings blocking out the sun itself. The dragon flew towards the knight, pulling up at the last second to bring its lethal tail sweeping down onto him. The knight attempted to dodge, but was not quick enough. The scaled tail caught his torso and hurled him across the charred field. The breath left his lungs as the knight hit the ground. His head bounced, sending his helm flying. Above he could see the onyx beast circling around for another pass. The knight struggled to his feet, desperately trying to get his breath. He spotted a nearby rock and stumbled toward its cover. He felt the dragon breath burning around him as he ducked behind the rock, barely a moment before the fiery attack struck the ground. He glanced down at his battered armor. The tail attack had left it bent and broken. His movement would be too hampered if he left it on. The broken joints allowed the armor to slip off easily. The knight secured his sword into a sheath on his back and stepped out from the rock, prepared for his final stand.
The dragon belched a ball of fire up into the clouds and began another deathly swoop towards the knight. The knight set his feet and stood his ground. There was no turning back now. He was all that stood between this destructive beast and the town in the valley below. The dragon picked up speed as it made its descent. It began to bring its tail around for another swipe. The knight was ready. As the tail swept across the ground the knight leapt into the air. He reached out and grabbed hold as the tail crashed down where he had stood. The dragon flew into the sky, the knight using every ounce of strength to hold on. Slowly the knight began crawling up the dragon’s body, using its massive black scales as hand and footholds. Meanwhile the dragon dove and spun in the air, trying to dislodge its attacker. The knight continued his journey; hand over hand he made it to the dragon’s shoulders. He reached underneath and got a firm grip on a scale at the front of the dragon’s neck. The knight let the rest of his body fall, leaving him dangling high in the air between the dragon’s front legs. With his free hand, the knight pulled his sword from its sheath. He swung his body towards the dragon’s chest, his sword’s razor edge gleaming as the knight plunged it between the dragon’s scales, into its heart. A deafening scream pierced the air as the dragon cried out in anger and pain. Its wings stopped their motion and the dragon began plummeting to the ground far below. The knight held on, twisting his sword into the dragon as they fell. A cloud of dirt exploded into the air when the dragon finally hit the ground.
The knight gazed across the battlefield to the fallen beast as it took its final, dying breath. The knight smiled, oblivious to his own battered and broken body. The dragon had fallen; he had saved the town. The knight closed his eyes and allowed the darkness to take him.
A plume of fire spit into the air beyond the hill the knight hid behind; the morning’s glow seemed dim in comparison. Gathering his courage, the knight pulled the visor of his helm back down over his eyes. He tightened his grip on shield and sword as he charged the top of the hill, a battle cry roaring from his smoke filled throat. The great black dragon turned to face the sound, its massive claws cutting deep furrows into the earth. A thunderous roar shook the ground and smoke billowed from the dragon’s flared nostrils. Its gaping maw let loose a pillar of fire, scorching earth and air as it flew toward the knight. The knight crouched down behind his shield. Fire curled around its edges as the mighty blast hit. The intense heat soaked through the shield like water on a shirt. The carefully forged metal began to melt around the knight’s gauntleted hand. Just as the knight thought he could stand no more, the dragon’s fiery assault broke off. The knight pried his now useless shield from his arm and tossed the melted remains to the ground.
The dragon lifted its head high into the air as if preparing to unleash another molten breath. Instead, its massive wings unfurled from its back and began to beat, clearing the area of morning fog and battle smoke. The unrelenting blasts of air brought the knight to his knees. The dragon lifted from the ground, its wings blocking out the sun itself. The dragon flew towards the knight, pulling up at the last second to bring its lethal tail sweeping down onto him. The knight attempted to dodge, but was not quick enough. The scaled tail caught his torso and hurled him across the charred field. The breath left his lungs as the knight hit the ground. His head bounced, sending his helm flying. Above he could see the onyx beast circling around for another pass. The knight struggled to his feet, desperately trying to get his breath. He spotted a nearby rock and stumbled toward its cover. He felt the dragon breath burning around him as he ducked behind the rock, barely a moment before the fiery attack struck the ground. He glanced down at his battered armor. The tail attack had left it bent and broken. His movement would be too hampered if he left it on. The broken joints allowed the armor to slip off easily. The knight secured his sword into a sheath on his back and stepped out from the rock, prepared for his final stand.
The dragon belched a ball of fire up into the clouds and began another deathly swoop towards the knight. The knight set his feet and stood his ground. There was no turning back now. He was all that stood between this destructive beast and the town in the valley below. The dragon picked up speed as it made its descent. It began to bring its tail around for another swipe. The knight was ready. As the tail swept across the ground the knight leapt into the air. He reached out and grabbed hold as the tail crashed down where he had stood. The dragon flew into the sky, the knight using every ounce of strength to hold on. Slowly the knight began crawling up the dragon’s body, using its massive black scales as hand and footholds. Meanwhile the dragon dove and spun in the air, trying to dislodge its attacker. The knight continued his journey; hand over hand he made it to the dragon’s shoulders. He reached underneath and got a firm grip on a scale at the front of the dragon’s neck. The knight let the rest of his body fall, leaving him dangling high in the air between the dragon’s front legs. With his free hand, the knight pulled his sword from its sheath. He swung his body towards the dragon’s chest, his sword’s razor edge gleaming as the knight plunged it between the dragon’s scales, into its heart. A deafening scream pierced the air as the dragon cried out in anger and pain. Its wings stopped their motion and the dragon began plummeting to the ground far below. The knight held on, twisting his sword into the dragon as they fell. A cloud of dirt exploded into the air when the dragon finally hit the ground.
The knight gazed across the battlefield to the fallen beast as it took its final, dying breath. The knight smiled, oblivious to his own battered and broken body. The dragon had fallen; he had saved the town. The knight closed his eyes and allowed the darkness to take him.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Local Boy Writes Blog, World Astonished
I will be the first to admit that I don’t follow news and current world events as closely as I should. The main reason behind this is not that I don’t care, but that I have absolutely no faith in the media. Certainly there are important stories out there that I should be aware of, but to get to them I have to wade through an ocean of garbage and senseless prattle.
For fun I am going to explore CNN's website while I write this and comment on some of the stories I find. Under the “latest news” section there are of course several very worthwhile stories that the world should probably check out. However, mixed in with these real news stories are topics such as, “Lady Gaga dresses as a man?” and “Lindsay Lohan spotted post-rehab”. Is this seriously the kind of news CNN should be making known to the public? Do Americans really have nothing better to do than follow the bumbling mistakes and cries for attention of movie stars and music artists? If this is the reason you read the news, let me give you a preview of tomorrow: Some star is going to screw up! Do you know why? It’s because he/she is human like the rest of us. People make mistakes. Stars don’t make any more or less than the rest of the world, but because everyone knows who they are, they make the news. It may be fun to sit back and laugh at the mishaps of those in the limelight, but how many of their mistakes have also been made by you or someone you know? Do you need news of failures of people who don’t matter in the long run to make your day complete? Maybe you should just go look in the mirror.
Moving on, also on CNN’s website I see the article, “Intriguing: Ex-Bush official is gay”. Are you kidding me? There is so much wrong with that I don’t even know where to begin. First off, why is that intriguing? I would be intrigued if an ex-Bush official was a watermelon! Maybe not surprised, but intrigued to be sure. Every time I see a news report about someone being gay I lose a little more of the minuscule amount of respect I have for humanity as a whole. It is 2010. Is it not time to leave our bigotry behind? A friend of mine, Travis Anders, brought to light a very good point in an article he wrote a while back, there should be no gay rights, but only human rights. We are human beings no matter our race, religion, or sexual preference. This kind of smut should be out of the news by now. Yes, I call it smut, because to me it is obscene to continue making stories out of the fact that someone is gay. Even if the story is pro-gay, humanity should be above the need to continuously drag it to light. We don’t see stories about the ex-Bush official who just happened to be heterosexual after all.
Finally I want to comment on a news story related to the recent stabbing of a Muslim cab driver in New York City. I won’t go into the stabbing itself, the horror of which should be quite obvious. The title of the article I do want to talk about is, “Acquaintances ‘shocked’ at film student’s arrest in Muslim stabbing”. I see this type of thing in the news quite often. Everyone is always so surprised when someone commits an act of violence. Well, I would certainly hope they would be surprised! The day I start seeing news articles entitled, “Acquaintances say they saw it coming” will be a very sad day indeed. If these people had known their friend, family member, or neighbor was on the verge of inflicting harm on another person I certainly hope they would tell someone about it. I guess it’s a good sign that people still have a positive enough outlook on the world to think their friends incapable of evil, but does it really need to be a news story?
The preceding was simply my opinion. Everyone is free to agree or disagree as they see fit. I think it’s time for me to do something else, as the morning’s journey through the world’s news has left me feeling a little down. Maybe I’ll go watch some cartoons.
For fun I am going to explore CNN's website while I write this and comment on some of the stories I find. Under the “latest news” section there are of course several very worthwhile stories that the world should probably check out. However, mixed in with these real news stories are topics such as, “Lady Gaga dresses as a man?” and “Lindsay Lohan spotted post-rehab”. Is this seriously the kind of news CNN should be making known to the public? Do Americans really have nothing better to do than follow the bumbling mistakes and cries for attention of movie stars and music artists? If this is the reason you read the news, let me give you a preview of tomorrow: Some star is going to screw up! Do you know why? It’s because he/she is human like the rest of us. People make mistakes. Stars don’t make any more or less than the rest of the world, but because everyone knows who they are, they make the news. It may be fun to sit back and laugh at the mishaps of those in the limelight, but how many of their mistakes have also been made by you or someone you know? Do you need news of failures of people who don’t matter in the long run to make your day complete? Maybe you should just go look in the mirror.
Moving on, also on CNN’s website I see the article, “Intriguing: Ex-Bush official is gay”. Are you kidding me? There is so much wrong with that I don’t even know where to begin. First off, why is that intriguing? I would be intrigued if an ex-Bush official was a watermelon! Maybe not surprised, but intrigued to be sure. Every time I see a news report about someone being gay I lose a little more of the minuscule amount of respect I have for humanity as a whole. It is 2010. Is it not time to leave our bigotry behind? A friend of mine, Travis Anders, brought to light a very good point in an article he wrote a while back, there should be no gay rights, but only human rights. We are human beings no matter our race, religion, or sexual preference. This kind of smut should be out of the news by now. Yes, I call it smut, because to me it is obscene to continue making stories out of the fact that someone is gay. Even if the story is pro-gay, humanity should be above the need to continuously drag it to light. We don’t see stories about the ex-Bush official who just happened to be heterosexual after all.
Finally I want to comment on a news story related to the recent stabbing of a Muslim cab driver in New York City. I won’t go into the stabbing itself, the horror of which should be quite obvious. The title of the article I do want to talk about is, “Acquaintances ‘shocked’ at film student’s arrest in Muslim stabbing”. I see this type of thing in the news quite often. Everyone is always so surprised when someone commits an act of violence. Well, I would certainly hope they would be surprised! The day I start seeing news articles entitled, “Acquaintances say they saw it coming” will be a very sad day indeed. If these people had known their friend, family member, or neighbor was on the verge of inflicting harm on another person I certainly hope they would tell someone about it. I guess it’s a good sign that people still have a positive enough outlook on the world to think their friends incapable of evil, but does it really need to be a news story?
The preceding was simply my opinion. Everyone is free to agree or disagree as they see fit. I think it’s time for me to do something else, as the morning’s journey through the world’s news has left me feeling a little down. Maybe I’ll go watch some cartoons.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
New York Comic-Con
I have been able to attend New York Comic-Con (NYCC) for the past two years. This has undoubtedly been one of the most fun experiences of my life. A massive convention center dedicated to things that make me happy? What’s not to love? Comic-Con takes all my passions and hobbies and throws them together in one convention center. There are panels and booths on comics, books, movies, and video games. Who would need anything else?
I’ve never been one for crowds, but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter at NYCC. Believe me, the place is crawling with people, but I barely even notice. I’m too engrossed in checking out the vendor and exhibit booths. The crowds are by no means threatening anyway. NYCC is a place where like-minded people can get together to enjoy the things they love. Some even dress up as their favorite movie, comic, or video game character. This is called cosplay and some truly amazing costumes are sure to be seen. On the other hand, there are a few people whose costumes leave you wondering if they just lack any self-respect, or simply don’t own a mirror at home. Either way, they do at least provide entertainment.
New York Comic-Con is quite a big deal, and the panels are equally big. Panel goers can expect to hear news of new comics, movies, and video games in the works, including many NYCC exclusive details. No matter what your interest, Comic-con will have a panel for you. If I am able to attend this year I hope to check out some of their writing panels. Of course I will also want to see several panels with interviews of my favorite writers and creators. It’s so very exciting to see, in person, these people who have created these amazing things that I love and treasure. Last year I passed Orson Scott Card on the show floor. I had a huge fanboy moment and couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Many people get star struck by movie stars (plenty of which will be at Comic-Con) but for me, my real heroes are the writers and creators of the books and comics that I love.
While not attending a panel or simply watching the crowd, I spend my time wandering through the show floor. The sea of booths contains vendors, comic companies, artists, writers, podcasters, and so much more. Comic-Con lasts for three days, but even after that time, I still am still left feeling like I haven’t seen it all. One of my favorite stops is “Artist’s Alley”, where comic artists have setup shop and will do drawings for fans. I don’t usually buy anything here, but it is still really entertaining to see these artists drawing my favorite characters in person.
I no longer live in New York, so the NYCC experience will not be as easy to obtain this year. It is in October so I’ve still got almost two months to sort something out. With any luck I’ll be there rubbing elbows with fellow fans and stars alike!
I’ve never been one for crowds, but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter at NYCC. Believe me, the place is crawling with people, but I barely even notice. I’m too engrossed in checking out the vendor and exhibit booths. The crowds are by no means threatening anyway. NYCC is a place where like-minded people can get together to enjoy the things they love. Some even dress up as their favorite movie, comic, or video game character. This is called cosplay and some truly amazing costumes are sure to be seen. On the other hand, there are a few people whose costumes leave you wondering if they just lack any self-respect, or simply don’t own a mirror at home. Either way, they do at least provide entertainment.
New York Comic-Con is quite a big deal, and the panels are equally big. Panel goers can expect to hear news of new comics, movies, and video games in the works, including many NYCC exclusive details. No matter what your interest, Comic-con will have a panel for you. If I am able to attend this year I hope to check out some of their writing panels. Of course I will also want to see several panels with interviews of my favorite writers and creators. It’s so very exciting to see, in person, these people who have created these amazing things that I love and treasure. Last year I passed Orson Scott Card on the show floor. I had a huge fanboy moment and couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Many people get star struck by movie stars (plenty of which will be at Comic-Con) but for me, my real heroes are the writers and creators of the books and comics that I love.
While not attending a panel or simply watching the crowd, I spend my time wandering through the show floor. The sea of booths contains vendors, comic companies, artists, writers, podcasters, and so much more. Comic-Con lasts for three days, but even after that time, I still am still left feeling like I haven’t seen it all. One of my favorite stops is “Artist’s Alley”, where comic artists have setup shop and will do drawings for fans. I don’t usually buy anything here, but it is still really entertaining to see these artists drawing my favorite characters in person.
I no longer live in New York, so the NYCC experience will not be as easy to obtain this year. It is in October so I’ve still got almost two months to sort something out. With any luck I’ll be there rubbing elbows with fellow fans and stars alike!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
~A Princess Tale~
Once upon a time there was a princess named Aria who lived in a tree because she was afraid of castles. What kind of princess is afraid of castles you might ask? To you I would say, do not interrupt the story! For many moons she was trapped atop this ancient tree, for her fear of splinters kept her from climbing down. Again you might feel the need to interrupt and ask how she got to the top of the tree in the first place. For this question I will give you an answer: MAGIC!
Now where was I? Oh yes, many moons, atop a tree, so lonely! Well, she did have servants who climbed the tree every day to bring her tea and sandwiches, so she wasn’t really alone. To be honest she got to see many people as the tree was located next to the castle entrance and everyone traveling to and from the castle had to pass by it. They would shout jolly hellos to her and sometimes laugh because what kind of crazy princess is afraid of castles anyway?
The king and queen of the castle begged their daughter to see sense and come down from the tree, but she swore never to descend unless a young prince proved his love to her by slaying the dragon in the nearby town. Many princes would come by and gaze up at her (she was actually quite attractive).
“Why doth thou live atop yon tree?” the princes would ask.
“I await my true love,” she would answer. “And also I have a strange fear of castles!”
Many princes would shout, “thou art crazed!” and leave her to her tree at this point, but some became enamored by her beauty and would say, “Cometh down from yon tree, for thou true love be me!”
“Why do you talk so funny?” the princess would ask.
“I’m really not sure,” they would answer. “But what can I do to win your love?”
“Slay the dragon and bring me his head!” she would tell them.
The princes would go home at this point because the dragon’s teeth and claws were oh so sharp. Also, he had very hot breath that smelled much like rotting meat. Finally, he was actually a pretty nice guy and they would just feel bad about killing him.
The princess feared she would never find true love. Then one morning she awoke and found herself lying upon the ground!
“How did I get here?” she asked no one in particular.
No one in particular remained silent and she never learned how she got to the ground. But fear not, I will tell you! The family of squirrels who also inhabited her tree removed her in the night, for her smell was quite ferocious! Baths are not readily available at the tops of trees after all!
Alas this tale has now reached its conclusion. What’s that? What about the princess and her lack of true love? Well come on now, who would really want to spend the rest of their lives with someone who was afraid of castles and splinters?
Now where was I? Oh yes, many moons, atop a tree, so lonely! Well, she did have servants who climbed the tree every day to bring her tea and sandwiches, so she wasn’t really alone. To be honest she got to see many people as the tree was located next to the castle entrance and everyone traveling to and from the castle had to pass by it. They would shout jolly hellos to her and sometimes laugh because what kind of crazy princess is afraid of castles anyway?
The king and queen of the castle begged their daughter to see sense and come down from the tree, but she swore never to descend unless a young prince proved his love to her by slaying the dragon in the nearby town. Many princes would come by and gaze up at her (she was actually quite attractive).
“Why doth thou live atop yon tree?” the princes would ask.
“I await my true love,” she would answer. “And also I have a strange fear of castles!”
Many princes would shout, “thou art crazed!” and leave her to her tree at this point, but some became enamored by her beauty and would say, “Cometh down from yon tree, for thou true love be me!”
“Why do you talk so funny?” the princess would ask.
“I’m really not sure,” they would answer. “But what can I do to win your love?”
“Slay the dragon and bring me his head!” she would tell them.
The princes would go home at this point because the dragon’s teeth and claws were oh so sharp. Also, he had very hot breath that smelled much like rotting meat. Finally, he was actually a pretty nice guy and they would just feel bad about killing him.
The princess feared she would never find true love. Then one morning she awoke and found herself lying upon the ground!
“How did I get here?” she asked no one in particular.
No one in particular remained silent and she never learned how she got to the ground. But fear not, I will tell you! The family of squirrels who also inhabited her tree removed her in the night, for her smell was quite ferocious! Baths are not readily available at the tops of trees after all!
Alas this tale has now reached its conclusion. What’s that? What about the princess and her lack of true love? Well come on now, who would really want to spend the rest of their lives with someone who was afraid of castles and splinters?
Monday, August 23, 2010
Happy Birthday Dad!
Today is my dad's birthday. I thought this would be a good time to write a little about him. I wrote about my grandfather a few days ago, and my dad is definitely his father's son. Dad never lacks for something to say and he can have a conversation with anyone, just like Grandaddy could. Stick him in a room full of strangers and in a few minutes he will have made a room full of friends.
Dad used to work for Nationwide Insurance and spent a lot of time out on the road. I remember getting the chance to go with him on some of his day trips. I was fairly young, so I don't remember all the details of any trip in particular, but several moments do shine through. I know I had to have been bored to tears while Dad took care of the actual business parts of these trips, but it must not have been too bad since I don't remember it. Instead, I remember the fun times.
We would have to stop for lunch of course, and I remember eating with Dad at Macado's. This was and remains one of my favorite places to eat. I loved potato chips, so anywhere that served a mountain of them with your meal was ok in my book! Dad couldn't have made a better choice for us. I felt proud eating with my dad, who was all dressed up for work. I had no doubt that we were the most important people in the place.
I also remember stopping at a knife store. The insides of which held every kind of pocketknife known to man. We weren't into hunting or anything like that, but what little boy doesn't want to wander through isles of knives with his father, dreaming about the amazing figurines he could carve out of sticks in the backyard. Here were Dad and I, exploring this very manly store together. I couldn't have been happier.
More than anything else I remember just being happy on those trips with my dad. Even if he did have to work a little, those days with just the two of us traveling the road are treasured memories. No doubt he made us some new friends from shopkeepers and restaurant staff along the way too. Thanks for letting me tag along Dad. You don't know how much it meant to me. I hope you have a happy happy birthday!
Dad used to work for Nationwide Insurance and spent a lot of time out on the road. I remember getting the chance to go with him on some of his day trips. I was fairly young, so I don't remember all the details of any trip in particular, but several moments do shine through. I know I had to have been bored to tears while Dad took care of the actual business parts of these trips, but it must not have been too bad since I don't remember it. Instead, I remember the fun times.
We would have to stop for lunch of course, and I remember eating with Dad at Macado's. This was and remains one of my favorite places to eat. I loved potato chips, so anywhere that served a mountain of them with your meal was ok in my book! Dad couldn't have made a better choice for us. I felt proud eating with my dad, who was all dressed up for work. I had no doubt that we were the most important people in the place.
I also remember stopping at a knife store. The insides of which held every kind of pocketknife known to man. We weren't into hunting or anything like that, but what little boy doesn't want to wander through isles of knives with his father, dreaming about the amazing figurines he could carve out of sticks in the backyard. Here were Dad and I, exploring this very manly store together. I couldn't have been happier.
More than anything else I remember just being happy on those trips with my dad. Even if he did have to work a little, those days with just the two of us traveling the road are treasured memories. No doubt he made us some new friends from shopkeepers and restaurant staff along the way too. Thanks for letting me tag along Dad. You don't know how much it meant to me. I hope you have a happy happy birthday!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Waiting Love
I see you look into my eyes,
Though your gaze is far away.
You wish that I was something more,
I know you cannot stay.
I try to be the things you need,
My love, forever true.
Your dreams are dancing elsewhere,
I hear them call to you.
I would not stop your changes,
You cannot live for me.
I hope you find your happiness,
Wherever it may be.
I ask that you remember,
The times and trials we’ve seen.
The happiness we’ve been through,
More perfect than a dream.
This will not be our story’s end,
Our love is much too great.
You’ll face the world and find yourself,
In the meantime I must wait.
My love, seek out your missing piece,
I give my strength to you.
Have faith, for I will have your back,
In all you ever do.
Though your gaze is far away.
You wish that I was something more,
I know you cannot stay.
I try to be the things you need,
My love, forever true.
Your dreams are dancing elsewhere,
I hear them call to you.
I would not stop your changes,
You cannot live for me.
I hope you find your happiness,
Wherever it may be.
I ask that you remember,
The times and trials we’ve seen.
The happiness we’ve been through,
More perfect than a dream.
This will not be our story’s end,
Our love is much too great.
You’ll face the world and find yourself,
In the meantime I must wait.
My love, seek out your missing piece,
I give my strength to you.
Have faith, for I will have your back,
In all you ever do.
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Path I've Chosen
"Just get any job for now. You don't have to do it for the rest of your life." These are statements I have been hearing a lot lately. Would someone please tell me where to find "any" job? It's not like I sit at home and wait for a job to come knocking on my door. I have spent countless hours preparing resumes and cover letters, sending them out, and being deafened by the silence I receive in return. It's not like I'm always applying to jobs I'm not qualified for either. Sure I've stretched the truth about my qualifications for a few positions from time to time, but I have also sent in applications to places such as Walmart and Lowes. I have a bachelor's degree and even Walmart doesn't want me. Maybe they feel I'm over qualified. That idea enrages me to no end. Any place of business should seek to employ the best possible person, right? Yet I still sometimes feel the need to hide my accomplishments so that maybe someone out there will take a second from their day to give my application a second look. It doesn't matter though. Nothing I have hidden or added in has made anyone the least bit more interested in my resume. It is easy for someone to sit back and tell me to just take the first thing that comes along, but nothing has come along for me. Each day another layer of depression and frustration lays itself upon my shoulders. Every new rejection sends me deeper into the dark pit of existence I inhabit.
I have seen the faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, however. I have been writing. Along with this blog I have begun writing short stories and even a novel. I am a writer. I have been told by more than one source that if you are serious about being a writer then that is what you need to call yourself. Maybe I haven't been published yet, maybe I can't make a living out of it YET, but to say I "want" to be a writer leaves cracks in my resolve and allows doubt from myself and others to seep in. I know there are people out there who will be adamantly opposed to my decision to write. Nothing I can say or do will sway their views, but I must continue regardless. I have spent the past 25 years of my life doing exactly what I thought everyone else wanted me to do. I went to college, knowing full well that it wasn't for me, because my whole life I had had this image drilled into my head of how a successful person was supposed to act. If I didn't follow the instructions, stick to the guidelines, and follow the well beaten path, I was wrong.
Don't misunderstand me, I am not blaming anyone. I had a better upbringing than anyone could ever ask for. I was guided with love and care. If given the chance to change any part of my life, I don't even know that I would. The paths I took to reach this point have made me who I am. Perhaps at times I should have found the strength to say no and listen to the desperate cries inside myself to be a different person, but that doesn't matter now. The past can't be altered.
I am a writer. Writing makes me happy. At the end of the day I have tangible evidence as to my accomplishments. I can produce something I feel proud of. I have undying support from some; I beg it from others. Whether I receive this support or not I am still taking this road. My pen is mighty, and with it I leave behind the shackles of what I'm expected to be.
I have seen the faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, however. I have been writing. Along with this blog I have begun writing short stories and even a novel. I am a writer. I have been told by more than one source that if you are serious about being a writer then that is what you need to call yourself. Maybe I haven't been published yet, maybe I can't make a living out of it YET, but to say I "want" to be a writer leaves cracks in my resolve and allows doubt from myself and others to seep in. I know there are people out there who will be adamantly opposed to my decision to write. Nothing I can say or do will sway their views, but I must continue regardless. I have spent the past 25 years of my life doing exactly what I thought everyone else wanted me to do. I went to college, knowing full well that it wasn't for me, because my whole life I had had this image drilled into my head of how a successful person was supposed to act. If I didn't follow the instructions, stick to the guidelines, and follow the well beaten path, I was wrong.
Don't misunderstand me, I am not blaming anyone. I had a better upbringing than anyone could ever ask for. I was guided with love and care. If given the chance to change any part of my life, I don't even know that I would. The paths I took to reach this point have made me who I am. Perhaps at times I should have found the strength to say no and listen to the desperate cries inside myself to be a different person, but that doesn't matter now. The past can't be altered.
I am a writer. Writing makes me happy. At the end of the day I have tangible evidence as to my accomplishments. I can produce something I feel proud of. I have undying support from some; I beg it from others. Whether I receive this support or not I am still taking this road. My pen is mighty, and with it I leave behind the shackles of what I'm expected to be.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Let's Go To The Fair!
Every year my mom and uncle attend the West Virginia State Fair. I have been able to accompany them almost every year. There were a few times when I couldn't make it home, but if I'm in town or close by at all, I try hard to go. Yesterday I was lucky enough to get to come along.
Part of the fun of the trip is the ride itself. My uncle knows all the back roads so Mom and I load into his truck and he drives us. The travel time is about two hours, so we make a couple stops. There is a gas station that we hit up every year. We pick up cakes and drinks for the road and continue on our way. In addition, we are entertained by my uncle's stories. He has an unlimited supply of tales about everything from areas or landmarks we pass to adventures from his childhood. The opportunity to be with those members of my family and hear my uncle's stories makes the ride fly by.
Upon arriving at the fair, our first stop is usually the exhibit buildings. Depending on what day of the week we go we can expect to see vegetables, flowers, or baking entries on display. We can always count on seeing art, photography, and crafts. It's fun to look at everything people have entered and see if we agree on the judges' choices.
After we finish exploring the exhibits it is usually about time for lunch, so we make our way back to the truck and eat the food we've packed. This may seem weird, but I love this about the trip as well. It's fun to have a picnic of sorts and watch the people heading into the fair. Believe me, people watching at a fair is never boring. All kinds of characters pop out of the woodwork for a state fair.
After lunch it's time to hit the livestock barns. The animals on display tend to vary a little as well, depending on what day we attend. Each year we can expect to see some combination of sheep, cattle, pigs, and goats. It's interesting to see all the different breeds of animals that are brought in. This year I especially enjoyed seeing some sheep with hair instead of wool that don't need to be sheared. Next stop is the draft horses. If you have never seen a draft horse up close you are missing out. No photograph can truly capture how big these animals truly are. The livestock exhibits are definitely one of my favorite parts of the fair.
At this point my uncle usually leaves us to go check out the farm machinery exhibits. Mom and I head to the rabbit barn. Inside is every breed of rabbit imaginable. They have tiny rabbits that could fit in your hand and massive rabbits that could eat your house cat, rabbits with super short velvet fur and rabbits that look like mops. The rabbit barn is full of children informing their parents how much they need a pet rabbit and that the one they are looking at says it is for sale. It can get a bit hectic inside, but the rabbit house is a great stop anyway.
We usually meet back up with my uncle somewhere around the poultry house. This building, obviously, contains all sorts of birds. They have baby ducks, chickens, and turkeys hatching in incubators. A slide surrounded by a pool always draws a crowd as people watch ducklings climb the slide and ride it back into the water. Finally there are usually pens containing full grown turkeys and non-traditional breeds of chickens.
At some point during the afternoon we always have to get homemade milkshakes. These are definitely some of the best milkshakes around. Unfortunately, this year my stomach was bothering me and I didn't feel up to having one of these amazing shakes.
After a full day of seeing all the fair has to offer it is time to head home. My uncles entertains with more stories for the ride. My stomachache bothered me this year, but I had fun nonetheless. It is always a little sad to leave the fair after having such a good day, but there is always the next year to look forward to. I hope that I will be able to attend!
Part of the fun of the trip is the ride itself. My uncle knows all the back roads so Mom and I load into his truck and he drives us. The travel time is about two hours, so we make a couple stops. There is a gas station that we hit up every year. We pick up cakes and drinks for the road and continue on our way. In addition, we are entertained by my uncle's stories. He has an unlimited supply of tales about everything from areas or landmarks we pass to adventures from his childhood. The opportunity to be with those members of my family and hear my uncle's stories makes the ride fly by.
Upon arriving at the fair, our first stop is usually the exhibit buildings. Depending on what day of the week we go we can expect to see vegetables, flowers, or baking entries on display. We can always count on seeing art, photography, and crafts. It's fun to look at everything people have entered and see if we agree on the judges' choices.
After we finish exploring the exhibits it is usually about time for lunch, so we make our way back to the truck and eat the food we've packed. This may seem weird, but I love this about the trip as well. It's fun to have a picnic of sorts and watch the people heading into the fair. Believe me, people watching at a fair is never boring. All kinds of characters pop out of the woodwork for a state fair.
After lunch it's time to hit the livestock barns. The animals on display tend to vary a little as well, depending on what day we attend. Each year we can expect to see some combination of sheep, cattle, pigs, and goats. It's interesting to see all the different breeds of animals that are brought in. This year I especially enjoyed seeing some sheep with hair instead of wool that don't need to be sheared. Next stop is the draft horses. If you have never seen a draft horse up close you are missing out. No photograph can truly capture how big these animals truly are. The livestock exhibits are definitely one of my favorite parts of the fair.
At this point my uncle usually leaves us to go check out the farm machinery exhibits. Mom and I head to the rabbit barn. Inside is every breed of rabbit imaginable. They have tiny rabbits that could fit in your hand and massive rabbits that could eat your house cat, rabbits with super short velvet fur and rabbits that look like mops. The rabbit barn is full of children informing their parents how much they need a pet rabbit and that the one they are looking at says it is for sale. It can get a bit hectic inside, but the rabbit house is a great stop anyway.
We usually meet back up with my uncle somewhere around the poultry house. This building, obviously, contains all sorts of birds. They have baby ducks, chickens, and turkeys hatching in incubators. A slide surrounded by a pool always draws a crowd as people watch ducklings climb the slide and ride it back into the water. Finally there are usually pens containing full grown turkeys and non-traditional breeds of chickens.
At some point during the afternoon we always have to get homemade milkshakes. These are definitely some of the best milkshakes around. Unfortunately, this year my stomach was bothering me and I didn't feel up to having one of these amazing shakes.
After a full day of seeing all the fair has to offer it is time to head home. My uncles entertains with more stories for the ride. My stomachache bothered me this year, but I had fun nonetheless. It is always a little sad to leave the fair after having such a good day, but there is always the next year to look forward to. I hope that I will be able to attend!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Cartoons!
I love cartoons. Call me a child at heart, or whatever you want to, but I love them. I'm not talking just about the more "adult" cartoons such as "Family Guy" or "King of the Hill" (I do like both of those, however). I love most cartoons. I'd call it a guilty pleasure, but I'm not really guilty about it. Cartoons are more like a comfort to me. If I'm having a bad day I can always sit down, watch a few cartoons, and feel a little better.
When I watch a cartoon I know that by the end of the show, all the problems will be wrapped up. I know that nothing too serious is going to take place, and if the characters do get into trouble they will find comical and entertaining ways to work things out. Cartoons are all about clean, fun entertainment, and sometimes that's exactly what I need.
I love action, mystery, and depth in my stories as much as anyone, but some days I just don't want to have to figure out some convoluted plot. I want to watch a cartoon that is guaranteed to make me smile, but at the same time is nothing that I need to devote more than a half hour of my life to. The stories may be predictable, but to me, that's part of the charm.
If you’re having a bad day I recommend thinking back to those Saturday mornings spent watching cartoons. That’s all your childhood self needed for a great day. So push your problems out of your head for a while, grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and settle yourself onto the couch for a cartoon or two.
When I watch a cartoon I know that by the end of the show, all the problems will be wrapped up. I know that nothing too serious is going to take place, and if the characters do get into trouble they will find comical and entertaining ways to work things out. Cartoons are all about clean, fun entertainment, and sometimes that's exactly what I need.
I love action, mystery, and depth in my stories as much as anyone, but some days I just don't want to have to figure out some convoluted plot. I want to watch a cartoon that is guaranteed to make me smile, but at the same time is nothing that I need to devote more than a half hour of my life to. The stories may be predictable, but to me, that's part of the charm.
If you’re having a bad day I recommend thinking back to those Saturday mornings spent watching cartoons. That’s all your childhood self needed for a great day. So push your problems out of your head for a while, grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and settle yourself onto the couch for a cartoon or two.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Loving Wrath
Disclaimer: I was working on another post today when something happened that made me realize I had woken up in a terrible mood. Suddenly my blog topic just didn't seem to work for today, so I wrote the following. As you read it, it might seem that this is aimed at someone, maybe even written to hurt that someone. That is not my intention at all. I trust that this person knows how much I love her. My words are merely a means to vent.
Sittin’ on a powder keg.
Just one more fight.
Keep on shoutin’,
Cause it’ll make this right.
Words like bullets fly,
Rippin’ through our skin.
Your tears hurt me,
More than anything else can.
I know it’s my fault.
We’re both on the ledge.
Just waitin’ for a shove.
Speed it up with a straight edge.
I try to be better.
I know it’s no use.
You gotta have more,
Than another excuse.
Anger boils down.
Our venom leaks out.
Nothing has changed.
Why the hell do we shout?
I need you so bad.
Wanna make things right.
Does this make it easy?
Is that why we fight?
Sittin’ on a powder keg.
Just one more fight.
Keep on shoutin’,
Cause it’ll make this right.
Words like bullets fly,
Rippin’ through our skin.
Your tears hurt me,
More than anything else can.
I know it’s my fault.
We’re both on the ledge.
Just waitin’ for a shove.
Speed it up with a straight edge.
I try to be better.
I know it’s no use.
You gotta have more,
Than another excuse.
Anger boils down.
Our venom leaks out.
Nothing has changed.
Why the hell do we shout?
I need you so bad.
Wanna make things right.
Does this make it easy?
Is that why we fight?
Friday, August 13, 2010
Movie Time!
Two movies of particular interest to me launch this weekend. It's kind of odd because my expectations for both of them are not that high, but at the same time I could not be more excited about seeing them.
Let's start with "Scott Pilgrim." I am a huge fan of the "Scott Pilgrim" comic book series. I have followed this work of Bryan Lee O'Malley for many years, waiting with bated breath for the release of each new volume. The series focuses on a guy in his mid twenties, Scott, who is a video game loving, bass guitar playing, slightly lazy, and greatly confused individual. Scott's forays into life, love, and basically everything have left him bewildered. Then he meets Ramona and falls immediately in love. The only problem is that he must defeat her seven evil exes to continue dating her. An amazing video game reference filled story then ensues. The concluding book in the series was released last month, so thankfully the story was all tied up prior to the movie release. My low expectations about this movie stem from the fact that it is so easy to ruin an existing franchise by turning it into a film, not to mention I am skeptical about Michael Cera playing the role of Scott. Hopefully he will surprise me and fit the role perfectly. Putting my trepidations aside, I am extremely excited to see this movie. Any movie based on a pre-existing story that I love has to be entertaining at least to some extent, right? Well, almost any movie (I'm looking at you Shyamalan).
The other movie coming out this weekend that I will be rushing to see is, of course, "The Expendables". I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to see this movie if they have even the slightest interest in action flicks? Never before have so many iconic action heroes been stuffed into a neat little package and presented to the viewing masses. So why the skepticism about this one? Well, does anybody have any idea what this movie is actually about? I know I don't. I haven't felt the need to go look it up either. Odds are the plot line will not be that great, but you know what? I don't care! No one should go to this film expecting to see a tale dripping with intrigue and supported by deep and rich characters. You go see "The Expendables" to watch badass guys blow things up!
This weekend I plan on seeing both these movies. They are definitely on completely opposite ends of the spectrum, but I'm equally excited for each of them. Oh, and if I catch you using your cell phone while I'm there, so help me, I will forcefully remove you from the theater myself.
Let's start with "Scott Pilgrim." I am a huge fan of the "Scott Pilgrim" comic book series. I have followed this work of Bryan Lee O'Malley for many years, waiting with bated breath for the release of each new volume. The series focuses on a guy in his mid twenties, Scott, who is a video game loving, bass guitar playing, slightly lazy, and greatly confused individual. Scott's forays into life, love, and basically everything have left him bewildered. Then he meets Ramona and falls immediately in love. The only problem is that he must defeat her seven evil exes to continue dating her. An amazing video game reference filled story then ensues. The concluding book in the series was released last month, so thankfully the story was all tied up prior to the movie release. My low expectations about this movie stem from the fact that it is so easy to ruin an existing franchise by turning it into a film, not to mention I am skeptical about Michael Cera playing the role of Scott. Hopefully he will surprise me and fit the role perfectly. Putting my trepidations aside, I am extremely excited to see this movie. Any movie based on a pre-existing story that I love has to be entertaining at least to some extent, right? Well, almost any movie (I'm looking at you Shyamalan).
The other movie coming out this weekend that I will be rushing to see is, of course, "The Expendables". I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to see this movie if they have even the slightest interest in action flicks? Never before have so many iconic action heroes been stuffed into a neat little package and presented to the viewing masses. So why the skepticism about this one? Well, does anybody have any idea what this movie is actually about? I know I don't. I haven't felt the need to go look it up either. Odds are the plot line will not be that great, but you know what? I don't care! No one should go to this film expecting to see a tale dripping with intrigue and supported by deep and rich characters. You go see "The Expendables" to watch badass guys blow things up!
This weekend I plan on seeing both these movies. They are definitely on completely opposite ends of the spectrum, but I'm equally excited for each of them. Oh, and if I catch you using your cell phone while I'm there, so help me, I will forcefully remove you from the theater myself.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Heroes
Stop and thank the heroes,
The ones who take the time,
To make our lives much safer,
Or just to make you smile.
The soldier in a foreign land,
Fighting bravely for our world.
The teacher who reaches out,
To those that need a little more.
Heroes come in many forms,
It matters not their size.
They selflessly give of themselves,
So we have better lives.
A child who sits next to the kid,
Whom others pushed away.
A mom who fixes her daughter’s lunch,
And hugs her every day.
Heroes walk among us,
They can come from anywhere.
The stranger walking down the street,
Could be someone that cares.
Think of the fireman who rescues,
Families from the flames.
Or the store clerk who tells you,
You forgot your bag today.
Right now I thank those people,
The ones that have our backs.
They make our world a better place,
By being the friends we lack.
The ones who take the time,
To make our lives much safer,
Or just to make you smile.
The soldier in a foreign land,
Fighting bravely for our world.
The teacher who reaches out,
To those that need a little more.
Heroes come in many forms,
It matters not their size.
They selflessly give of themselves,
So we have better lives.
A child who sits next to the kid,
Whom others pushed away.
A mom who fixes her daughter’s lunch,
And hugs her every day.
Heroes walk among us,
They can come from anywhere.
The stranger walking down the street,
Could be someone that cares.
Think of the fireman who rescues,
Families from the flames.
Or the store clerk who tells you,
You forgot your bag today.
Right now I thank those people,
The ones that have our backs.
They make our world a better place,
By being the friends we lack.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Looking to Hire One Sucker
Finding a job in today's world is hard enough as it is. Unfortunately, there are also organizations out there whose sole mission seems to be to crush the hopes and dreams of job seekers. Having spent my fair share of time looking for a job in recent months I have had a chance to experience this firsthand.
More and more I am seeing company information conveniently left off of online job postings. It's as if job posters are getting lazy. The information about what the job actually entails is usually sparse as well. With so many people desperate for jobs right now employers have learned that pretty much all they need to do is say "Looking for someone to come work" and they will be flooded with resumes. Because I have been just as desperate as everybody else, I too have applied to several of these vague postings. I have always been skeptical about situations that seem too good to be true, however, and when contacted by these people I always try and do a little research about what I might be getting into. Sometimes on their followup emails they still don't give me a company name and I end up having to research them by the domain name of their email address. More often than not the information I uncover proves these companies to be nothing more than a scam. They have no intention of giving me a job, but would love to have more of my information that they can sell to the highest bidder.
People searching for jobs are probably pretty stressed out as it is. Then to have someone dangle a job in their faces only to pull it back at the last second and say, "Only joking, I just wanted to sell your contact information to my business partners" is just downright depressing. Do these soul suckers really have nothing better to do than dash the hopes and dreams of America's most wanting?
I have even gotten calls where I was clearly told I had already qualified for their job and as long as I went to fill out a last survey of information I could start work. Obviously this set off all kinds of warning alarms and I was able to uncover the truth before I gave away my social security number.
During my research of some of these fake companies I have also come across postings by other "employers" telling me that what I'm looking into is definitely a scam but if I'm serious about finding work they have some trusted places for me to check out. As you can imagine, these were all scams as well.
Yesterday I got a call from someone telling me he saw where I had submitted to them that I was looking to continue my education. I quickly told the gentleman I had no intention of continuing my education at this time and not to ever call again. I only wonder what checkbox I missed or what fake application I filled out that got them on my trail.
If you are looking for a job right now I wish you luck and beg you to exercise caution. Take nothing at face value. If a job opportunity seems too good to be true, it probably is.
More and more I am seeing company information conveniently left off of online job postings. It's as if job posters are getting lazy. The information about what the job actually entails is usually sparse as well. With so many people desperate for jobs right now employers have learned that pretty much all they need to do is say "Looking for someone to come work" and they will be flooded with resumes. Because I have been just as desperate as everybody else, I too have applied to several of these vague postings. I have always been skeptical about situations that seem too good to be true, however, and when contacted by these people I always try and do a little research about what I might be getting into. Sometimes on their followup emails they still don't give me a company name and I end up having to research them by the domain name of their email address. More often than not the information I uncover proves these companies to be nothing more than a scam. They have no intention of giving me a job, but would love to have more of my information that they can sell to the highest bidder.
People searching for jobs are probably pretty stressed out as it is. Then to have someone dangle a job in their faces only to pull it back at the last second and say, "Only joking, I just wanted to sell your contact information to my business partners" is just downright depressing. Do these soul suckers really have nothing better to do than dash the hopes and dreams of America's most wanting?
I have even gotten calls where I was clearly told I had already qualified for their job and as long as I went to fill out a last survey of information I could start work. Obviously this set off all kinds of warning alarms and I was able to uncover the truth before I gave away my social security number.
During my research of some of these fake companies I have also come across postings by other "employers" telling me that what I'm looking into is definitely a scam but if I'm serious about finding work they have some trusted places for me to check out. As you can imagine, these were all scams as well.
Yesterday I got a call from someone telling me he saw where I had submitted to them that I was looking to continue my education. I quickly told the gentleman I had no intention of continuing my education at this time and not to ever call again. I only wonder what checkbox I missed or what fake application I filled out that got them on my trail.
If you are looking for a job right now I wish you luck and beg you to exercise caution. Take nothing at face value. If a job opportunity seems too good to be true, it probably is.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Tucker
We moved into our current apartment at the first of this year. Pretty much since day one there has been an orange cat wandering around the apartment complex. I would always stop and call to it and it usually came running and meowing. I have a soft spot for orange cats, as my first pet growing up was an orange cat named Gus. I had always wanted to take this stray in, but the apartment rules state that we are only allowed two pets, which we have, Sawyer the chocolate lab and a black cat called Kat (yes, really).
Days and months went by and the orange fellow was still prowling about outside. Everyone that lives here knew about the orange cat and most would stop to rub his head if they saw him, but he was still homeless. I have a hunch that people left food out for him because he never seemed to be too thin.
By this time our puppy, Sawyer, had broken a different apartment rule. He reached the 50lb weight limit for apartment pets and left it in the dust. We were nervous for a while, but nobody said anything and we pretty much quit worrying. I kept seeing the orange cat outside and finally began thinking that since I'm already breaking the rules I might as well go all out. The next time I saw my kitty friend hanging around close to the apartment I scooped him up and brought him inside. He had a nice big snack from the cat dish and then darted back outside. This continued for several days. I would see him hanging around outside the window or laying under cars trying to find a cool spot in this awful heat and I would bring him in for an hour or two.
Finally, one day as I was coming back with the mail I saw him drinking from a drainage pipe. I decided that this little fellow definitely deserved better, so I brought him in again and he has been with us since. I have named him Tucker and he is fitting in well. The dog, Sawyer, likes him especially well. Never before has he encountered a cat that will do anything besides hiss and growl at him. Tucker rubs on his face and allows Sawyer to lick on his ears. Tucker has even commandeered Sawyer's bed. Somehow that little cat manages to stretch himself out to take up the entirety of that great big dog bed.
Our lease is up in a few months, so in the meantime we will be harboring our little lawbreakers and keeping them out of sight.
Days and months went by and the orange fellow was still prowling about outside. Everyone that lives here knew about the orange cat and most would stop to rub his head if they saw him, but he was still homeless. I have a hunch that people left food out for him because he never seemed to be too thin.
By this time our puppy, Sawyer, had broken a different apartment rule. He reached the 50lb weight limit for apartment pets and left it in the dust. We were nervous for a while, but nobody said anything and we pretty much quit worrying. I kept seeing the orange cat outside and finally began thinking that since I'm already breaking the rules I might as well go all out. The next time I saw my kitty friend hanging around close to the apartment I scooped him up and brought him inside. He had a nice big snack from the cat dish and then darted back outside. This continued for several days. I would see him hanging around outside the window or laying under cars trying to find a cool spot in this awful heat and I would bring him in for an hour or two.
Finally, one day as I was coming back with the mail I saw him drinking from a drainage pipe. I decided that this little fellow definitely deserved better, so I brought him in again and he has been with us since. I have named him Tucker and he is fitting in well. The dog, Sawyer, likes him especially well. Never before has he encountered a cat that will do anything besides hiss and growl at him. Tucker rubs on his face and allows Sawyer to lick on his ears. Tucker has even commandeered Sawyer's bed. Somehow that little cat manages to stretch himself out to take up the entirety of that great big dog bed.
Our lease is up in a few months, so in the meantime we will be harboring our little lawbreakers and keeping them out of sight.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Grandaddy
Losing loved ones is never easy. I have lost several over the years, but today I wanted to talk a little about my grandfather. He passed away in March of 2005, but some days it feels like it was only yesterday.
Grandaddy was undoubtedly one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. He could have a conversation with anyone, and if he asked you how your day was you can bet he was genuinely interested and would gladly listen to more than the automatic "fine" response. I don't remember ever hearing Grandaddy speak ill of anyone. He would treat a total stranger like a best friend.
When I was little I would sometimes get to spend the day with he and my grandmother during the summer or on other days when school was out. I would get to accompany them on their daily routine. First thing every morning they would go to the local rec center to walk around the gym. Grandaddy always entered like a rock star. Everyone he met would light up at the sight of him. He spoke to everyone and had a joke for most. It seems like he must have known everybody that went to that center to walk. I always felt so important walking beside my grandfather as he went around the track, brightening everyone's day. After the walk we would always go to McDonald's. It was the hangout for my grandfather and all of his friends each morning. My grandparents would just go for coffee but Grandaddy always bought me a hash brown. I would usually finish the first one off rather quickly and he would slip me some change to go buy another. As was the case with the rec center, Grandaddy was popular here as well. Not only was he the life of the party for all his friends, but he also knew most of the McDonald's staff by name and could always make them smile.
Everyone gets weighed down with regrets as they pass through life, but nothing makes them heavier than having them about someone no longer with us. I sincerely regret not getting to hear more of my grandfather's stories. His father was a doctor and Grandaddy was a state police officer, so you can imagine the kind of entertaining stories he had to tell. I never just sat down with Grandaddy to talk. Not only did he have amazing stories, but he was also a great source of guidance and support. I regret not taking advantage of this like I should have. I remember one day in particular very clearly. I had been fighting with my dad about what I was going to do with my life. I had either just graduated high school or was going to soon. Grandaddy came over and stopped me as I was storming out of the house. He wanted to talk to me and help me figure things out. Being a hot-headed teenager I felt I had had enough of people telling me what to do that day and shouted some things I shouldn't have as I got in my car and drove away. I would take that moment back in a heartbeat if I could.
Grandaddy was a role model if there ever was one. I'd like to think I could be like him someday, but those are big shoes to fill. I hope that eventually I will accomplish things that would have made him proud.
Grandaddy was undoubtedly one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. He could have a conversation with anyone, and if he asked you how your day was you can bet he was genuinely interested and would gladly listen to more than the automatic "fine" response. I don't remember ever hearing Grandaddy speak ill of anyone. He would treat a total stranger like a best friend.
When I was little I would sometimes get to spend the day with he and my grandmother during the summer or on other days when school was out. I would get to accompany them on their daily routine. First thing every morning they would go to the local rec center to walk around the gym. Grandaddy always entered like a rock star. Everyone he met would light up at the sight of him. He spoke to everyone and had a joke for most. It seems like he must have known everybody that went to that center to walk. I always felt so important walking beside my grandfather as he went around the track, brightening everyone's day. After the walk we would always go to McDonald's. It was the hangout for my grandfather and all of his friends each morning. My grandparents would just go for coffee but Grandaddy always bought me a hash brown. I would usually finish the first one off rather quickly and he would slip me some change to go buy another. As was the case with the rec center, Grandaddy was popular here as well. Not only was he the life of the party for all his friends, but he also knew most of the McDonald's staff by name and could always make them smile.
Everyone gets weighed down with regrets as they pass through life, but nothing makes them heavier than having them about someone no longer with us. I sincerely regret not getting to hear more of my grandfather's stories. His father was a doctor and Grandaddy was a state police officer, so you can imagine the kind of entertaining stories he had to tell. I never just sat down with Grandaddy to talk. Not only did he have amazing stories, but he was also a great source of guidance and support. I regret not taking advantage of this like I should have. I remember one day in particular very clearly. I had been fighting with my dad about what I was going to do with my life. I had either just graduated high school or was going to soon. Grandaddy came over and stopped me as I was storming out of the house. He wanted to talk to me and help me figure things out. Being a hot-headed teenager I felt I had had enough of people telling me what to do that day and shouted some things I shouldn't have as I got in my car and drove away. I would take that moment back in a heartbeat if I could.
Grandaddy was a role model if there ever was one. I'd like to think I could be like him someday, but those are big shoes to fill. I hope that eventually I will accomplish things that would have made him proud.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
LAN, Party of Three, Your Table is Ready
If you have never attended a LAN party, you are definitely missing out. For those who don't know, a LAN (Local Area Network) party is where a group of people get together with their computers or other video game systems and network them together all in the same room. Then a night of the most fun gaming of your life takes place.
Current technology allows gamers to play with each other from all over the world. This is all well and good but nothing can beat the fun of being at the same physical location as those you are playing with/against. Being able to turn around and taunt your opponent is worlds more fulfilling than doing it over some sort of voice chat. Sharing a resounding cheer with a room full of friends after completing a difficult objective is so much more rewarding than typing out congratulations on a screen.
I have had the pleasure of experiencing all sorts of LAN parties. I have been to huge LAN parties hosted at a college, smaller ones at a friend's house, and have even hosted countless events of my own.
Many of my happiest memories include the chant of "just one more game" as my friends and I look out the window to see the sun emerging after an all night gaming session. While I certainly have my favorite LAN party games, it doesn't really matter what we play. From epic strategy games, to first person shooters, or even a simple Internet flash game, if you are with your friends they can all be a blast.
I don't live as close to my best gaming pals anymore so LAN parties are not as common an occurrence as they once were. We still get together on occasion for a game or two, but I definitely miss those all night marathons. There's nothing quite like falling asleep as the sun comes up and laughing with wonderful friends about the highlights of the past game-filled evening.
Current technology allows gamers to play with each other from all over the world. This is all well and good but nothing can beat the fun of being at the same physical location as those you are playing with/against. Being able to turn around and taunt your opponent is worlds more fulfilling than doing it over some sort of voice chat. Sharing a resounding cheer with a room full of friends after completing a difficult objective is so much more rewarding than typing out congratulations on a screen.
I have had the pleasure of experiencing all sorts of LAN parties. I have been to huge LAN parties hosted at a college, smaller ones at a friend's house, and have even hosted countless events of my own.
Many of my happiest memories include the chant of "just one more game" as my friends and I look out the window to see the sun emerging after an all night gaming session. While I certainly have my favorite LAN party games, it doesn't really matter what we play. From epic strategy games, to first person shooters, or even a simple Internet flash game, if you are with your friends they can all be a blast.
I don't live as close to my best gaming pals anymore so LAN parties are not as common an occurrence as they once were. We still get together on occasion for a game or two, but I definitely miss those all night marathons. There's nothing quite like falling asleep as the sun comes up and laughing with wonderful friends about the highlights of the past game-filled evening.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Animal Warfare
The wolves are attackin’ and their knives ain’t dull.
There’s gonna be bloodshed, better find a hole.
The turkeys got their ninja suits but that won’t matter,
A great big weasel’s gonna make them splatter.
Three little bombs are strapped to the cow,
The explosion shrapnel pelts the sow.
A gopher dives from out of the dirt,
His semi-automatic puts holes in your shirt.
The snakes can’t be trusted cuz they’re all spies at heart
The bear’s gonna catch you and tear you apart.
Your best hope is to run for the trees,
If the monkeys don’t get you, maybe you're free.
There’s gonna be bloodshed, better find a hole.
The turkeys got their ninja suits but that won’t matter,
A great big weasel’s gonna make them splatter.
Three little bombs are strapped to the cow,
The explosion shrapnel pelts the sow.
A gopher dives from out of the dirt,
His semi-automatic puts holes in your shirt.
The snakes can’t be trusted cuz they’re all spies at heart
The bear’s gonna catch you and tear you apart.
Your best hope is to run for the trees,
If the monkeys don’t get you, maybe you're free.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Hairy Situations
Haircuts are a part of life. For the follicle challenged they are a dream of days gone by. For some people a haircut would be a religious faux pas. For me, having my hair cut has become a moment that I cherish. I have been lucky enough to have my ears lowered by a very special person in my life for over a year now.
Most people go to a hair salon or barber to get their hair cut by a stranger. Many may argue that they get to know their hair stylists very well over the years, but for most, you only really have contact with them when your hair gets out of control. To have someone you love that cuts only your hair is something precious. That person cares enough about you to take the time from their day to do this. Your hair is something everyone you meet will see. This person is helping to form your appearance. How much more intimate can you get?
I sincerely hope my personal hair stylist knows just how much her time and care has meant to me. While I’m sure everyone dreads getting their hair cut to some degree, at least I get the privilege of having it done by someone I love. I trust her completely and only wish I could do more to return such a touching and loving gesture as a haircut. Only she will understand this, but thanks for taming my roosters!
Most people go to a hair salon or barber to get their hair cut by a stranger. Many may argue that they get to know their hair stylists very well over the years, but for most, you only really have contact with them when your hair gets out of control. To have someone you love that cuts only your hair is something precious. That person cares enough about you to take the time from their day to do this. Your hair is something everyone you meet will see. This person is helping to form your appearance. How much more intimate can you get?
I sincerely hope my personal hair stylist knows just how much her time and care has meant to me. While I’m sure everyone dreads getting their hair cut to some degree, at least I get the privilege of having it done by someone I love. I trust her completely and only wish I could do more to return such a touching and loving gesture as a haircut. Only she will understand this, but thanks for taming my roosters!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A Dream's Embrace
I know its spell has taken hold, I cannot stop the pull
The twinkle in your perfect eyes, reflecting back its glow
A summer rain upon your head, the sidewalk grips your feet
Within the throng you feel at home, I know I can’t compete
The trains will guide you where you’ll go, their rumble in your heart
I’ll be walking next to you, although we are apart
The city’s song surrounds you, it tugs upon your soul
Without it you are only half, and I would have you whole
Return its call, in its embrace, I know you’ll find your way
Your dreams they kiss your fingertips, grasp hold, be not afraid
Our lives are locked and intertwined, our paths will always meet
I love you so I let you go, the world within your reach
The twinkle in your perfect eyes, reflecting back its glow
A summer rain upon your head, the sidewalk grips your feet
Within the throng you feel at home, I know I can’t compete
The trains will guide you where you’ll go, their rumble in your heart
I’ll be walking next to you, although we are apart
The city’s song surrounds you, it tugs upon your soul
Without it you are only half, and I would have you whole
Return its call, in its embrace, I know you’ll find your way
Your dreams they kiss your fingertips, grasp hold, be not afraid
Our lives are locked and intertwined, our paths will always meet
I love you so I let you go, the world within your reach
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Pass Me a Shovel
In my experience true friends are rare and hard to come by. Sure you may have plenty of people that hang out with you, but how many of them would still be there when the smoke clears? I'm talking about a friend that would pull you out of a burning building here. Someone you can count on to have your back without having to look over your shoulder. I have no doubt that some people will go through life and never even experience such a friend. It seems like too many people are willing to leave you on the side of the road if a better opportunity presents itself.
There are many encounters in this world that allow you to meet people. Unfortunately, out of the many rendezvous of our lives, a slim few will reward you with a real friend. Situations such as school, work, and vacations present us with a multitude of new people. At something like a graduation everyone goes around hugging each other and talking about how they'll keep in touch. If you're lucky you will actually be able to maintain one or two of these relationships, but odds are you will never see the majority of these people again.
Recently I've lost contact with a person that I seriously thought was one of these friend for life kind of people. I don't want to go into details because I'm certainly not writing this as an attack at anyone. It is merely a personal situation that helps prove my point. People meet new friends, look for new encounters, and just plain change. Sometimes a person you've known since you were a child will do something you'd never expect and completely alter the light in which you see him or her. It's nobody's fault, just the truth.
I am lucky to have some of these scarce real friends. I hope they know how much they mean to me. It's real friends like these that keep you going when you don't see any way out. Thanks for being the light at the end of my tunnel.
There are many encounters in this world that allow you to meet people. Unfortunately, out of the many rendezvous of our lives, a slim few will reward you with a real friend. Situations such as school, work, and vacations present us with a multitude of new people. At something like a graduation everyone goes around hugging each other and talking about how they'll keep in touch. If you're lucky you will actually be able to maintain one or two of these relationships, but odds are you will never see the majority of these people again.
Recently I've lost contact with a person that I seriously thought was one of these friend for life kind of people. I don't want to go into details because I'm certainly not writing this as an attack at anyone. It is merely a personal situation that helps prove my point. People meet new friends, look for new encounters, and just plain change. Sometimes a person you've known since you were a child will do something you'd never expect and completely alter the light in which you see him or her. It's nobody's fault, just the truth.
I am lucky to have some of these scarce real friends. I hope they know how much they mean to me. It's real friends like these that keep you going when you don't see any way out. Thanks for being the light at the end of my tunnel.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Gifts of the Night
He loaded another bolt into his crossbow. Quickly he wiped the blood from his hands and gripped the handle. There would be more, he knew. They hunted in packs; he had only killed two so far. He focused on keeping his eyes straight ahead, not daring to glance at the disfigured corpse of his friend. They had attacked while they were sleeping. His friend hadn't stood a chance. A scream had barely escaped his lips before they ripped out his throat.
He had managed to kill those first two. The crossbow almost severed the head of the first one. This sent the other into a frenzied rage. It flew at him with a fiery vengeance in its eyes. His dagger brought it down, but not without a cost. He brushed his hand against the bloody wreckage that had been his ear. Blood flowed from the gashes in his chest with each labored breath. Unable to stand he sat with his back against a tree. He would not live through the night, but the need for revenge tore through his veins like a fire and kept him fighting.
A nearby bush exploded as another one barreled through it. He was ready this time. The bolt caught it in the chest and hurled it back into the darkness. He could hear its brethren shrieking. The sickening wet crunching filled his ears as they devoured the corpse of their fallen comrade.
Without pause he grabbed another bolt and reloaded the crossbow, trying not to think about what would happen once the three remaining bolts were used up. Menacing, guttural sounds began to grow around him. They weren't rushing in anymore. They had become more cautious. For a second he almost allowed himself to believe he had scared them off. Then a deafening roar broke through the darkness, assaulting his remaining eardrum. Three of them stepped carefully into the campsite, their skin glistening in the firelight. He raised his crossbow, about to take aim, when he heard a growl next to him. They were surrounding him. His hands began to tremble. He lifted the crossbow and fired at the three closest. The bolt flew harmlessly above their heads. Sinister taunting smiles seemed to curl onto their faces.
Before he could reach for more ammo they were on him. The first landed on his chest. He felt little resistance as his dagger split the soft flesh under its chin. He screamed as the other two dug their claws into his legs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the ones that had flanked him coming out of the trees.
A desperate adrenaline fueled rage took hold of him. He struck out at the one devouring his right leg. His fist sunk deep into its head. It collapsed onto the ground as he pulled his fist free. With both hands he grabbed the one on his left leg around the neck. Oblivious to the fragments of bone sticking out of his hand, he began to squeeze. The unearthly moan that escaped the creature brought a smile to his face.
Tossing the limp form aside he grabbed his dagger and managed to get to his feet. He turned to face the ones approaching from the trees. His knife hand smashed through the first one to attack. The next two grabbed hold and began to savage the remains of his chest. He blindly slashed at them with the dagger. He cried out in agony as he felt another land on his back. He fell to the ground, fists flying in a bloodied rage.
He glanced around him as the blood filled his eyes. Their broken corpses covered the ground. A laugh somehow escaped his mangled body. He had not fallen easily.
He had managed to kill those first two. The crossbow almost severed the head of the first one. This sent the other into a frenzied rage. It flew at him with a fiery vengeance in its eyes. His dagger brought it down, but not without a cost. He brushed his hand against the bloody wreckage that had been his ear. Blood flowed from the gashes in his chest with each labored breath. Unable to stand he sat with his back against a tree. He would not live through the night, but the need for revenge tore through his veins like a fire and kept him fighting.
A nearby bush exploded as another one barreled through it. He was ready this time. The bolt caught it in the chest and hurled it back into the darkness. He could hear its brethren shrieking. The sickening wet crunching filled his ears as they devoured the corpse of their fallen comrade.
Without pause he grabbed another bolt and reloaded the crossbow, trying not to think about what would happen once the three remaining bolts were used up. Menacing, guttural sounds began to grow around him. They weren't rushing in anymore. They had become more cautious. For a second he almost allowed himself to believe he had scared them off. Then a deafening roar broke through the darkness, assaulting his remaining eardrum. Three of them stepped carefully into the campsite, their skin glistening in the firelight. He raised his crossbow, about to take aim, when he heard a growl next to him. They were surrounding him. His hands began to tremble. He lifted the crossbow and fired at the three closest. The bolt flew harmlessly above their heads. Sinister taunting smiles seemed to curl onto their faces.
Before he could reach for more ammo they were on him. The first landed on his chest. He felt little resistance as his dagger split the soft flesh under its chin. He screamed as the other two dug their claws into his legs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the ones that had flanked him coming out of the trees.
A desperate adrenaline fueled rage took hold of him. He struck out at the one devouring his right leg. His fist sunk deep into its head. It collapsed onto the ground as he pulled his fist free. With both hands he grabbed the one on his left leg around the neck. Oblivious to the fragments of bone sticking out of his hand, he began to squeeze. The unearthly moan that escaped the creature brought a smile to his face.
Tossing the limp form aside he grabbed his dagger and managed to get to his feet. He turned to face the ones approaching from the trees. His knife hand smashed through the first one to attack. The next two grabbed hold and began to savage the remains of his chest. He blindly slashed at them with the dagger. He cried out in agony as he felt another land on his back. He fell to the ground, fists flying in a bloodied rage.
He glanced around him as the blood filled his eyes. Their broken corpses covered the ground. A laugh somehow escaped his mangled body. He had not fallen easily.
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