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Yes that capital b was done on purpose. I had a few people ask me why i continue writing a blog when i only have two followers. I thought about it and honestly, the only reason is due to the fact that I'm too lazy to add people. I enjoy writing for the sake of writing. I could not care less if other folks gave it a here-to glance, But perhaps i should "out-source" a bit so other people can enjoy my inane drivel. Nah, fuck it.

Through my personal wormhole.

I was watching the show titled "Through the wormhole" with Morgan "im not black" Freeman. The episode's title is "Is there a creator". Now i automatically scoffed and thought to myself that, i with all my apparent insanity, could do a better job then the current push-over. However, a serious thought did cross the eternal vastness of my delicious mind. If God was proven to exist in a way that could not be disputed i.e. visual, recorded proof and things of the like, what would people do? What would all the nay-sayers, blasphemers and sinners do? What specifically would i do? I mean, FUCK, I've pissed on a church, spit in the holy water and had hot steamy meow in and against the church. Basically I've broke 9 out of the ten commandments and never got atonement for them.

So i started thinking to myself, "Would I fall to my knees and beg forgiveness?". FUCK NO! That would go against my honor, my morals and the code Ive set for myself. Which is you suffer the consequences of your actions, whether they are viewed as trivial or horrid. I would fight god as I've fought him before, not in a physical aspect, but more in an intellectual aspect. Debating his existence however futile it is for both parties is just, so fun. The way both parties get all steamed up and excited just so they can say their part. Its like sex, but without the actual sex.

I'd like to think that, in such an event, i would journey to meet this being and confront him. Whether or not he would decide to meet a mortal whose ego and pseudo vanity surpasses that of the being is the question. Normally one would ask what you, the reader would do, but personally... i don't frankly care.

Rasgele Olaylar*

*Random Happenings

Got bored yesterday around 3 pm so i decided to head to mine sanctuary. That which is so named BARNES AND NOBLES!!!! (Dramatic music). I biked uphill for about 20 minutes which was immensely fun! Got there about forty-five minutes later, the building itself is rather small compared to others Ive been to however it had a Starbucks so yippy kai yay motherfuckers! The moment i walked in, i immediately noticed a woman sitting all by her lonesome at a desk surrounded by books and chocolate. The woman was very attractive to my pants, anyways i decided to introduce myself and wouldn't you know it, it turned out to be none other then Ashlyn Chase*, Wowza! We had an interesting talk about writing, nothing spectacular, but enjoyable.

She seemed a very amiable individual, i recommend searching for her writings on Amazon. Heads up for everyone, i love books and chocolate. Hell, a book made out of chocolate would be awesome. *Hint Hint pastry Chefs*

*All information on Ashlyn "WOWZA" Chase can be found here;

http://www.ashlynchase.com

(And no, i absolutely REFUSE to hyperlink the damn address. Copy and past it your damn selves).

Speaks for itself.

Life, loss and motherfucking chocolate

Life:

What grinds my gears about life is the expectations of living in itself. Why do we as humanity strive for more then we've been given? Is it natural instinct or is it some unknown force that drives us to the extreme. Take Bob, Bob is your average American, with a wife, two kids and a decent playing job. He is in his mid-40s, 5'8, 230 pounds, balding and hairy. His demeanor is almost Santa-esque in his good-nature. His wife is good-looking enough to the point that at-least he is content. His kids are well-behaved and do great in school. He doesn't drink, but he does smoke. He has a multitude of friends and family. And yet he wishes he had done more with his life, done more with himself. Maybe he should have gotten rich and bought a mansion or maybe he should have been an important figure political or something other-wise. Why Bob, must you think that way? You have a family, a good job and all the other things that make life great.

Its because we humans must have more. More money, more friends, more of everything. We can not be content with being content. We have to strive and fight for something more then ourselves. Is it a problem? No, i don't think so. In fact i believe it is a gift fore without said strive we would be nothing. Of course that does not always make it a good course of action. Be happy with what you have.

There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.-Denis Waitley

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Loss:

The death of a loved one can of course hurt beyond reckoning, someone you have known for a long time suddenly passing away, never to speak to you again. Death is one of those emotion devouring, soul wrenching facts about life. Death is something that can be worked through with friends and family though not easily. If on of my parents died, i would not know how to react. I wouldn't know until the time came. I'd like to think i would be at his death all dignified and shit. Now that's me. The portrayal of death has seen many stages throughout history. Some bad, some good, but all celebrated the finality of it. I highly doubt some even know that our bodies are in a constant state of death as it is. Cells die and multiply every second. In fact, as i see it, we are all dieing the moment we are born so what does that tell you of our striving for something better?

Death....a great Leveler -- a king before whose tremendous majesty shades & differences in littleness cannot be discerned -- an Alp from whose summit all small things are the same size. - Letter to Olivia Clemens.

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Chocolate:

Comprised of a number of raw and processed foods produced from the seed of the tropical Theobroma cacao tree. Cacao has been cultivated for at least three millennia in Mexico, Central and South America, with its earliest documented use around 1100 BC. The majority of the Meso-American peoples made chocolate beverages, including the Aztecs, who made it into a beverage known as xocolātl, a Nahuatl word meaning "bitter water". The seeds of the cacao tree have an intense bitter taste, and must be fermented to develop the flavor.

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces.

Resident Evil: Afterlife, What. The. Fuck.

Lets start this one off with "Zombies fucking rock" and then end with "Resident Evil is the shiznit". Now read this:

Milla Jovovich admitted something about Resident Evil: Afterlife that blows my mind. Since the Resident Evil franchise began, Jovovich's character of Alice has slowly gained more and more superpowers from the virus bonding itself within her, culminating with her burning zombie birds out of the sky with her mind in Resident Evil: Extinction. Well, in Afterlife, Alice loses her powers. that's right, LOSES her powers. *by Fulci Hug a zombie. And now read this:

*POOF* I think one of the interesting things about this movie — actually, this is one of the arguments I had with Paul at the beginning of the script writing process that he convinced me that this is the way it should be which is really funny. I'm glad you reminded me of that. But she loses her powers in this movie. She loses her powers in this one and it's actually a really great thing and sometimes it makes her human again which she's wanted. I think it gives her a lightness too and like, a sense of relief to just be a bad-ass again and not have to be a superhero. I think that shows throughout the rest of the movie is that kind of, in a strange way, a joy of just being herself again which is great-Milla Jovovich.

What. The. Fuck.

Alice losing her powers is a great thing? WHAT?! I'm sorry i must have bullshit in my ears. I didn't hear you right. If i ever meet Milla before this atrocity airs this is what i would say after i screamed like a lil' blond bitch meeting Brad Pitt. "Milla, you have no mind. Your husband is the director of your movie and since you're plugging his ass with the chain-gun from RE:2, i guess you're fucked."

We want high-flying, ass-kicking, sky burning motherfucking action damn it! Nobody gives a shit about her damn "lightness", what the fuck does that even mean? Is she painting neon glow on her body and giving blow-jobs to the undead? The character development is not an important factor in a zombie flick based off a game series. The RE series already built the basis and development of most of the main characters in the previous game titles.

"Funny"? That obviously is not funny, i mean my god, she is in fact a complete dolt with her brains in that great ass of hers. Which i wouldnt mind picking. Another thing i cant get over is the way she tries to explain the loss of her character's powers. As if female actors could actually rationalize anything anyway.

Now the movie itself does look good, combo of matrix style combat and some nice CGI thrown in make for an interesting time. I did happen to get a rager at a few scenes in the trailer Resident Evil:Afterlife trailer which meant i might end up throwing up in my boxers to some zombie mayhem. All in all, i recommend this movie to all zombie-lovers and hot chick in boner inducing clothing.... lovers. Ahem.


So lets go over what we covered today kids:

1: Females in movies should stuff a cock in their mouths and try too enjoy it.

2: Milla may be hot but she should practice the aforementioned act.

3: Now matter how much you fuck up in an RE movie, zombies still kick your ass.

Gobble Gobble Motherfuckers.

Short story

I have been slowly going in and out of confusion writing this damn thing. I figure i could get some opinion on what little I'm going to show here. Mind you assholes that it is still in its rough draft stages.

"It is the year 1326, the great Ottoman leader Osman Sayed II dies leaving Orhan I the sole successor to the Ottoman throne. I, Sir Albern Ejderha have been traveling for some time across the Mediterranean Sea towards Eregli in a small province somewhere in the Anatolia region. My first stop is the port city Mersin then onto Eregli. My task is of the utmost importance. There have been reports of ungodly happenings in Eregli. The Order Of the Teutonic Knights of St. Mary have been the healers and protectors of the holy peoples of God and his kingdom for centuries so damn it all if another people ask of us a favor."

I've got about a page and a half so far so if you have any CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and no inane drivel then have at it.

Constance McMillen, A hero or a zero?

Here is an excerpt from an article i came across on.

"Constance McMillen, the heroic teen who successfully sued her Mississippi high school after school officials canceled the prom rather than let her bring her girlfriend and wear a tux, will be welcomed with a reception at the L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center’s charter school for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT)."

You can read the full story here. http://www.lgbtpov.com/tag/constance-mcmillen/.

Lets get right to it shall we? The problem i have of this trivial bullshit is Constance McMillen is portrayed as heroic. "The heroic teen". Why is she a hero i ask? First lets define the word hero;

Hero: [1] hero (male) and heroine (female) came to refer to characters who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, display courage and the will for self sacrifice – that is, heroism – for some greater good, originally of martial courage or excellence but extended to more general moral excellence.

Now i do not spit in the face of her endeavor, but nothing she is doing is in the least bit heroic. This is more of a teen angst issue then a social dilemma. I mean really, the school board is melodramatic and homophobic yes. But to sue the pants off the school because you could not take your same sex partner to the prom is just as extreme. Heroic is what are troops over seas are doing. Heroic is the story of lesser men/women beating the odds and coming out greater men/women. Heroic is me stopping armor piercing rounds with nothing but the tip of my tongue and a plastic salad fork. I watched a clip from the Ellen show with Constance as a guest. At the end of said clip, Ellen presents a check for Thirty THOUSAND dollars for her college fund from some charity site. So all i have to do is bring my sexy Asian man slave to a prom, get booted out and then sue the school for a ridiculous sum of cash then retire to Bora Bora where i live out the rest of my homo-sensual life being fed strawberries while watching re-runs of Will & Grace.

Constance is hardly a good role model for anybody. I believe maybe just MAYBE it was all about the pain of being discriminated against. But she must have fallen in love with the attention. Maybe I'm just grasping for straws because I'm irked at her being called a heroine or maybe i have a point and her story is only worth the waste of media attention she has received.

Existence of God *Kind of*

I figure i might as well headbutt this one in the ovaries as quickly as possible so i can go on to more sensual topics.

God: God is the English name given to a singular omnipotent being in theistic and deistic religions (and other belief systems) who is either the sole deity in monotheism, or a principal deity in polytheism.

So lets talk about God in this meaning or we can skip to the meaning that relates more with my idea of God.

God:(noun) An imaginary friend for grown ups; commonly touted as being a supreme being responsible for the creation and continued maintenance of the universe. The identity and characteristics ascribed to God vary according to established doctrine and religious alignment. Most religious groups, however, agree that God hates gay people and frowns on the consumption of products containing pork. In a bizarre twist of fate God demands the faith of followers without the burden of evidence - however, this demand could not have been put forward without direct evidence that God exists (i.e. God must exist in order to issue commands to his followers). *Courtesy of UrbanDictionary.com

I personally have always had the theory that god was the product of a few million people screaming a random word at the climax of a good hot dicking. I could create a few serious paragraphs that might lead to some boring debate on how a banana fits so perfectly in our hand that God MUST exist! However i would not want all of you to become nothing but husks of thine-selves. My good buddy Napalm has some hilarious notions of God and Satan. Of course he paid a few hundred dollars so he could call himself a "true" satanist. No seriously, he received a card and everything! I believe Christianity should have a bi-monthly payment plan for atonement. A television ad pops up on the telly and some Irish fellow in a drunken stupor demands you send the PO box on the bottom of the screen $19.99 or spend eternity in hell.

Since I'm a fucking cheapskate and won't spend 2 dollars on new socks i guess Satan had better get the D&D party hooked up. I've always wondered what Lucifer would look like if i met him. I wonder if its my own twisted image of the little rascal or one of the versions the bible has depicted down the line. I guess we as humanity have a vague understanding of Satan's gruesome visage, but wheres our image of God eh? Whenever i see the image painted on the Sistine chapel's ceiling i am reminded of Santa doing some naughty things. That is not God i am telling you. That is a candid capture of Santa during the summer. Cue the ignorant mumblings about homos and something about awesome hair.

This concludes my second entry, i felt i should address some real issues plaguing the mind of me. It's feels as if a weight has been lifted, of course that could also be the horrible runs i have been afflicted with the last few days.

*Note: This entry may be wacky in its possible inconsistency however that should be blamed on the lack of sleep due to crappy zombie flicks and a gallon of RC Cola.

Very First

I think I'll keep this a light introduction. I am foreign and i like dinosaurs.