a christmas poem

to be of good cheer
on this day that grows near
because that's what human kind wants to hear
blessed is the child, a manger far away
gifts to him, the baby that lay
tidings to Jesus, ofcorse that's what they'll say
Christmas is about him, dint you know
so we bless everyone, even the low
but the thought still haunts me, ever so
"what is Christmas", just snow?"
take the packages, take the bows
take all those presents, all to go
get rid of the red and green to die
because Christmas spirit is all to shy
the shops with their signs and lights to boot
take Christmas's joy like pirates with loot
while CEO's, in their chairs yell Woot!
it's a shame what this holiday has become
family's that argue and hum
liquor, beer, egg nog and rum
is all what this damn holiday has become
we see it all the time, disguised as comedy and such
to the point where we don't give a fuck
we try to preserve it's joy, but its all luck
so as we remember Christmas, with all of its cheer
remember its blessings and hold it near
for Santa may not be real, its true
but make his spirit real, for you
Christmas lives inside all
even when its not summer, spring or fall
to err is to human, bill once said
but to not be fooled, like sheep being led
to honor the traditions, family, and such
as sacrifices, for blessing, and [roasted] nuts
they say Christmas is the best time of year
and people should be nice when this time grows near
but why this day, to be kind when its near
why not everyday of the year
Christmas is a lie, for the shops,businesses, and stores
all they want to do, is use us like whores
but stand and say "Christmas to all, lets get rid of these sores"
the free gifts with thought, made with soul
just for the smile, to make us whole
the gift with thought, with time, with love
to make Christmas great, to fit like a glove
to i say unto you, the few who read this blog
enjoy Christmas, with the gift, blessings and nog
hope grandma doesn't get hit, while she's walking in the fog
blessing to your house, an old Christan way
but i tell you with compassion, i say
for me, it about a manger with baby that lay
to for you, i don't know, but merry Christmas to all creeds
because on every 25th of December, it will fill your Christmas need's


MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM TO HELL AND BACK!

The Super Smash Bros. Project 2!

howdy folks, today we will research the never ending question of "WHO WILL BE IN THE NEXT SUPERSMASH BROS.?" of my opinion these people should be in said game.

1st: JOHN MCLAIN!



this character will be a combination of the speed of captain falcon, and the strength of link. his attacks will consist of him getting 20% damage head shots from his classic 9mm and 15% damage from his hand to hand style. not a high jumper, cause he's human, and his double jump with be due to an explosion under him. known for throwing bombs and grenades, his b-moves would be indeed the throwing of nades while him screaming "die you fuckers!" and last but no least, his taunt will be the whole background exploding and all the players dieing while his voice yells "yippie ki-yay mother fuckers"


2nd: CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS!




wow, i mean wow ... look at him, he even looks like a combination between mario and kirby, naked. with his strong punched and cleaver, crude methods of damage, he will bring down tyranny with his mighty jockstrap of doom. strong like mario, but can fly like kirby. NICE. taunt: he moons the screen.



3rd: MEGAMAN!



=D need be said, megaman has always been a fav. in Nintendo, it has always been mario, link, megaman, at least in my little Nintendo world (NES)so lets bring him back, lets bring him back to the world of Nintendo to sit in his rightful spot next to a plumber and an elf. i know what you might thinking, and no, he will not be like samus aran. he is equipped with the classic powers, blaster, rush jump, cut man ability, woodman shield, gutsman rock throw, the usual from the first two. taunt: he'll look at the screen an with the thumbs up, wink.

humor: the sadist and the masochist

a tale in little shop of horrors in which two men are faced with a problem. pain. i didnt write the skit, but i did the blocking and the emotional elaboration.

THE DENTIST
VERSES
Masochist





WRITTEN BY Charles B. Griffith
Arranged by John Denyer


Parts: The pain guy
Orin the dentist
Nurse
Mother
Head gear kid
Seymour




Location: dentist office, two chairs against the wall, a desk and a dentist chair with a bunch of painful dentist tools





(Screams from a kid getting drilled)

(Nurse enters)

pain guy: (he’s standing on his seat with his knee’s twitching, acting like the exact opposite of someone visiting Dr Orin, happy rather then fearful) hey does that sound mean their finished? My turn?

Nurse: sit down!
(Two people enter, one is a mother and the other is a child with head gear on gasping from pain)

Pain guy: WOO! What happened!? What did he do? Tell me everything!

Head gear kid: AHHHH AHHH (painfully points toward jaw and a pulling motion with hands)
pain guy: hmmm that’s right, (to mother) they have to do that to remove the jaw.

Head gear kid: ahh ahh! AHH! (Again even more painfully points to the inside of the head gear/ roof of mouth while screaming)

pain guy: (almost cocky) ah well consider yourself very, VERY lucky (steps back to chair while nodding to sit, right when he sits in his funky stand with feet on chair, the dentist walks in)

Orin: NEXT!

Pain guy: (stands on chair, very existed) IT’S ME! IM FROM DEARBORN!, I’M NEXT!

Orin: NURSE! (Almost annoyed, and eager to figure out what’s going on)

Nurse: (as she walks out with jacket) huh?

Orin: (curious) does uhhh that have an appointment? (When he says “that” he’s referencing to the weird attitude that the pain guy has toward the dentist but still has no idea)

(Pain guy looks at the nurse then points to Orin, then to himself the whole time having a big grin on his face)

Nurse: (annoyed) I don’t know, ask him! I’m off duty (exits)

pain guy: (jumps to orin off chair, acts like he’s in the presence of a god) ive been saving all month for this, I think i need a root canal, I’m sure I need a long …. Slow … root canal. (Very close to Orin)

(Orin looks eager almost, but still confused, but to humor him he looks in his mouth, bending to his every whim, the pain guy kneels a bit so he can get a good look)

Orin: let’s go (walks toward dental chair)

Pain guy: (existed) ohhh….. (follows Orin) I have a history of dental problems…

Orin: (quick, snappy) shut up!

Pain guy: (in awe of his reaction, he feels like he just felt the touch of god) … yes doctor.

(Pain guy skips to chair)

pain guy: (sits in chair) I went to a terrible dentist on a Wednesday, who was recommended me by …. (Chair gets raised a bit higher, getting existed) somebody who I saw on Monday…. (Bump, getting more exited) who’s the brother of a man who I usually see on Sundays, and their mother is the one who taught them everything they know. (ad lib, adjust light, fidget, try to look at Orin ect.) She’s incredibly gifted by a lot of people don’t think that she should be working (pulls out personal bib) I go to her because I am incredibly devoted to her strength. (puts bib on)

Orin: (Orin listening and getting ready to invoke a lot of pain on him, sarcastically) aww

Pain guy: she can’t really see who you are, but she knows the sound of your voice, she can’t really see, but if you tell her where it’s at, the problem (all the while putting gauss in mouth) she eventually works her way down (Orin sharpening tools) and she finds the problem and fixes it. (Dainty like, almost a pansy) I wish I had that kind of family, that’s how I wanna be, I don’t ever wanna have to just …. (Chair flings back to a laying down position)

Orin: (sadistically) comfy?

Pain guy: (child like) yes doctor.

(Orin goes to pick up all the painful tools)

Pain guy: I remember the first time I ever went to dentist and I thought gosh what a neat job, if only I was a dentist. The dentist I went to had the greatest car, he had a corvette, and I thought, my god, everyone calls him doctor but he’s not really a doctor … (Orin holds a painful tool, grins) (pain guy looking at tool in awe) oh my god (Orin taking out more painful tools, Orin and the pain guy are getting very exited) only I got out of there ok, then you know uhhh (pain guy faints a little at the sight of the tool) then they gave me a candy bar. Then I thought to myself, this is what I get a candy bar? This is what you do, you go through a little thing and you get chocolate out of it. (Exited with knees on chair) you get to work with incredible professionals (just got done setting all the tools on the bench) who get to use incredible incredibly wonderful equipment….

Orin: (interrupted the pain guy) now lets take a look at the mouth. (Whips out large painful pliers) (Pain guy gets big eyes and gasps) say ah!

Pain guy: (sings and smiles) AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (ad lib. screaming, like I want candy, ohhh, yay, charge with do’s, weeeee! Oh yes your good ect.)

(Seymour enters with baseball cap and jacket and sits and pulls out gun and puts it back in pocket, looking very nervous)

(Takes pliers out of pain guys mouth in shock)

Pain guy: AHHH, OHHH! You are something special! Come on, come on, yes! (More ad lib) (With a new tool, Orin opens pain guy’s mouth) THANK YOU, THANK YOU! OHHHH! (Orin grabs new tool) DON’T STOP, OHH YES! (Orin goes for the tongue) (Jokingly moving tongue side to side while Orin goes after it with pliers) what do you want? Huh? I’m over here now! He he he (Orin gets the tongue and pulls him up by it, getting furious, he drops him to the seat) he he he he!

(Seymour getting curious on what’s happening)

(Pain guy still screaming)

Pain guy: (“BIIIIIIZZZZZ” goes the drill that Orin is about to use) OH YES! I’ GUNNA GET A CANDY BAR! I’ GUNNA GET A CANDY BAR!

(Orin mounting pain guy while wielding the drill)

(Pain guy screaming and clapping and begging for more)

(Orin drilling Pain guy and making the most determined face to cause pain)

(Seymour getting more nervous by the second)

(now a pleasuring scream from the pain guy, filled with moans and oh yes’s, while Orin is getting pissed off, finnaly done, the pain guy screams oh yes, woah. All moans are filled with pleasure)

Orin: (cold, mean, hurt) GET OUT ….

Pain guy: (confused) what’s wrong?

Orin: GET OUT OF HERE …

Pain guy: (spits gauss out, some hit Orin, most on pain guy’s face) what’s a’ matter? (Pain guy sits up; Orin puts drill away and backs up) (Orin glares at pain guy)

Orin: (Orin pushes pain guy out of the door) you heard me, get out of here now! (Leads right to the door) right this way!

Pain guy: I’m gunna tell all my friends about you and their gunna hear about you….

Orin: JUST GET… (Pushes pain guy but feels something, grabs tool out of his suit pocket) what’s this???!!!

Pain guy: (smiles) OOPS! (Laughs) sorry! (Slam door, pain guy exits)

Orin: (looks at tool) SICKO!

define: reality and art*

hello readers

i will be starting new segments in which i will be titling my new posts as one letter titles. such as "define", "imagine", "humor", "allusion", "vision", "quote", and
"quest"

today i will be reintroducing the subject of our constant strive to disconnect ourselves from this mondain reality that haunts us so. like a cheesy b movie character, blessed individuals are blessed with the talent of creating art. art: in the aspect of creating an object or platform that relates to a feeling, scenery or person (see also humanities). we are here today from a union of both art and science. the study of reality and the vision of escaping it. art allows us to see what cant be see with our eyes (at the moment or at all). art comes in the form of painting, digital, sculpture, body, literature, music, and technology* (*kind of like the "y" to vowels, it sometimes can be both art and science). reality can sometimes suck and be great ... at the same time. it's something that humans will never grasp, never. so when people create art, they feel disconnected, they feel closer to a place where it feels like ... energy. understand the people close to art see humans at a point of view like they them selves are art. living breathing art, crafted by God*. but next time you see and old jazz musician (shouldn't be hard in Detroit) sit and talk to him about his artistic adventures in the humanistic world. his eyes will tell tales of old not even epic tales by old Greek men can say.the aura of an old beaten up plaid jacket with a cheesy attempt of a buttoned up dress shirt. his posture will undoubtedly be centred around his instrument and judging by his age, he's been in couple of wars. his hands show sign of damage and carpal tunnel but he doesn't give a damn, he'll play the horn until he dies. he'll just say "jazz requires a sacrifice fool" with a 3 tooth grin he'll smile and jam your heart out of your chest. an artist like so will wow you to the point of spiritual submission. from looking at a world with situations to looking at a plane of existence that have no situations but pure emotion and energy. a world that fades from happy to sad in a second and will conform to make you feel it's feelings. reality and art conform to one another, without one, the other can't live. its beautiful because people need both a realistic life in which art and science co-exist. so take my advice find an aged artist and just converse with him. for it* knows more about reality then anyone because art showed him how to think.

king david in renesance art!

HELLO READERS!

To many, the expression of feelings have always been expressed through the worship of the arts.
-the products of human creativity; works of art collectively; "an art exhibition"; "a fine collection of art"

David, oh beloved David, He is depicted as a righteous, holy king—although not without fault—as well as an acclaimed warrior, musician and poet. the story of David and Goliath, an epic tale of heroism and faith. diligence toward man and god. with daring courage and faith, he stood against a mountain and screamed ... MOVE!



ah Michelangelo, look at his beauty, every detail to the "T". his body is perfect, the marble molds to his every crevasse and arroyo. he, as David, stands with glory; such realism, the artist is not just a sculptor but a genius in anatomy. the veins and the detail from his hair to his toes. ah, if only art was still this passionate. definitely one of my favorite pieces of David, not because of its popularity in art but its glory in how it is presented. mike make this statue of him to be looked on from above, to glorify his existence, he is king, he wrote psalms, and he is glorified through history as a blessed ruler and poet.



"i glorify you, King David."
john denyer



on to Donatello, look at the cocky bastard, amazing ... personified as an arrogant prick with the middle age vibe saying "i can kick any one's ass". the hat, the stance, the posture, wow ... i love the characterisation that went into this. Donnie didn't care about the character, like many fan fiction/directors/comic book writers he didn't give a shit about the original tail, he left the basics but put his twist on things. good job Donnie!






oh boy, look at this tool, Bernini did an AMAZING JOB on this. the form, the energy, and the total drive to the commitment to do god's work in David's eyes. wow ... definitely he did a great job, Berni loves to portray emotional faces in his art work and he defiantly did a bang-up job on this guy. not as detailed as mike but still, kudos to you, Berni.




hey hey hey, we gota a copy cat! The Biblical hero is depicted naked with the head of Goliath at his feet like Donnie's David, but with a turbaned head and sheathing his long sword. look at that tool ... honestly, i wanted this to be a mature post, but honestly whats with the small flaccid penis? these artists give David a great body, portray him as a bold, brave, holy guy but then don't give him the equipment to deliver. oh well... *TANGENT* not my favorite but decent job.




now onto Verrocchio's David, holy shit, he's got censorship! YES! the pope must of said something. =X ok ok ok ok, onto business ... it seems like everyone wants to add the cocky flavor to david ... well this guy would be the first to do it, his students included Leonardo da Vinci, Perugino, Ghirlandaio and Sandro Botticelli. so this prick wins ... i still like Donnie's more. =]




A PAINTING! WOOPIE!! yay! Caravaggio did it! =] ok, lets look at this masterpiece ... hmmm ... violent ... nice use of black to personify the action and the characters rather then the setting. hmmm good job. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!



this dude liked David so much, he did two ... you cheeky fucker! =]

well,lets talk about the dude now. King David reigned for many years in Israel from his capital, Jerusalem. The City of David remains to this day. and he is still one of the bibles greatest characters. come on he brought Israel into it's golden age. how do we repay his greatness, we put him into the bible, we paint his gloryies, and we tell his tale of greatness and heroism to the little ones as a bible story.

so all i have to say now about this guy, hey, read psalms and you'll know it all.

take a bow ... my king.

i'll be there

"I'll always be there. Always. It's not the powers. Not the cape. It's about standing up for justice. For truth. As long as people like you are out there, I'll be there. Always."
--Superman
this quote sings to me ... it lifts my heart, its like hearing Jesus Christ's sermon at the mount for the first time, its like eating your first hamburger, its as great as your ice cream from the ice cream man. Joy, this makes me feel like a child holding my superman action figure, while wearing my superman cape with a tomato soup stain on my white superman shirt. a quote by a fictional character made me feel this way, wow, simply amazing. but what the hell, sometimes superman installs more faith in humanity and justice, even the people then actual heroes do. ill listen to speeches from FDR, Gandhi, MLK Jr, ect and say wow that's amazing, but when a fictional character like superman floors me, this puts more faith in imagination then reality. it allows me to feel like i can fly, to which all i would need is a red cape, and to believe enough ... wow, if only superman were real ... if only, if only. because i know ... i know deep within my heart, (right next to Jesus and yes he is wearing a superman t-shirt) that he'll be there.

Beowulf ... my former hero ...

first and for most i will discus with you, the few who read this blog ... Beowulf WAS a hero of mine, his story rang through my heart and i felt the brush of angel's wings hoping one day, i, a mere mortal could one day be that great. unlike superman, or Achilles, Beowulf was ... real* (*real in the context of human, NOT "super") real like my love for Batman; (hint next blog: Beowulf and batman: men among gods) recently in light of this new movie coming out, i was existed and pumped for a good story and a great hero for me to look up to (the dark knight movie isn't coming out too soon). i loveD Beowulf, he was a hero to me, i idealized him for his actions to Grendel and GRENDEL'S UGLY!! MOTHER!!! (note how i say ugly, FUCKING ugly, not attractive like Angelina Jolie). here is a list on how they FUCKED up my hero Beowulf

*(spoiler alert for the recent movie)*

1. Beowulf lied to much, showed vanity and pride (i know Beowulf was prideful but not to the existent of the beginning of this movie, it gets better near the end)
2. Beowulf killed Grendel by removing his arm, not going into his mother's cave killing Grendel's mother and killing Grendel
3. Beowulf's character fell in love
4. Beowulf had sex with Grendel's mother
5. Beowulf became king of said pledged lands
6. Beowulf didn't go back to his homeland; geat, and gave treasure and a story to tell, plus didn't kill the sea serpent destroying the wild life in the land of geat
7. Beowulf stayed and ruled as king in said land
8. Beowulf became an empty shell built on lies
9. the dragon some how became Beowulf son
10. Beowulf died by blood loss from his arm being removed to kill the dragon, not by defending a stupid soldier and getting bit into the jugular vain
11. Beowulf was blown into the sea with all of his treasure and sunk into the sea by Grendel's mother and did not turn into an raven to be carried off by Odin
12. Beowulf remained a pagan, not a Christan
13. moral of this movie was that Christ killed all heroes

my love for Beowulf still remains, i still idealize him as one of the greatest heroes ever. but seeing how his life could be embellished and told this way hurt my view Little of my fabled hero. enough to make me very very very emotional. i feel robed almost. Beowulf stood by me when i needed him in my thoughts and my books along with batman, superman and Christ. heroes, i feel used almost like why did i believe this story of Beowulf with this one was presented to me. the movie made Beowulf look like he made the whole thing up. like a story teller rather then a hero. and that to me was a slap in the face, a smug remark to me, Beowulf is a hero and Beowulf is ... a legend and no one can change that about the ORIGINAL TAIL.

how Grendel died:

The mighty one, Beowulf, watched,
waiting to see how that wicked one
would go about starting.
Nor did the wretch delay,
but set about seizing
a sleeping warrior unawares
and bit into his bone locks,
drinking the streams of blood,
then swallowing huge morsels
of flesh. Quickly he ate that man,
even to his hands and feet.

Forward Grendel came,
stepping nearer. Then
he reached for Beowulf.

Beowulf grasped his arm
and sat up. The criminal
knew he had not met
in this middle-earth
another with such a grip.
Grendel's spirit was afraid
and his heart eager
to get away, to flee
to his hiding place, flee
to the devils he kept
for company. Never had he met
a man such as this.

Beowulf then kept in mind
the speeches he had made
in the evening and stood
upright, firmly grasping
Grendel's hand until
the fingers broke.

The monster strove to escape.
Beowulf stepped closer. That
famous monster suddenly wanted
to disappear into the fens.
He realized the power of those hands,
the wrathful grip he was in.
Grendel felt sorry
he had made a trip to Herot.

That hall of warriors dinned.
All the Danes of the city,
all the brave ones, feared disaster.
The building resounded.
It is a wonder the wine-hall
withstood the battle,
that the beautiful building
did not fall to the ground.
But it was made fast,
within and without,
with iron bands
forged with great skill.
I have heard say
many a mead bench
adorned in gold
went flying when
those hostiles fought.
No wise man had ever thought
that splendid building could
be damaged (unless a fire
should swallow it).

The din rose louder, the Danes stood
in dreadful terror--everyone
heard lamentation, a terrifying
song, through the wall:
Grendel, Hell's friend,
God's enemy, sang in defeat,
bewailing his wound.
That man, mightiest
of warriors alive, held fast.
He would not
for any reason
allow his murderous visitor
to escape alive,
to keep the days of his life.

Beowulf's warriors brandished
many a sword, inheritances
from the ancient days,
trying to protect their chief,
but that did no good: they
could not have known, those
brave warriors as they fought,
striking from all sides, seeking
to take Grendel's soul, that
no battle sword could harm him--
he had enchantment against
the edges of weapons.

The end of Grendel's life was
miserable, and he would travel
far into the hands of fiends.
Grendel, the foe of God, who had
long troubled the spirits of men
with his crimes, found that
his body could not stand against
the hand grip of that warrior.

how Grendel's mother died:

Suddenly light glittered,
a light brightened within,
as bright and clear as
the candle of the sky.
He looked around the building,
walked around the walls.
He raised the weapon
hard by its hilt--
Beowulf was angry and resolute.
The edge was not useless
to the warrior--he wished
to requite Grendel for
the many attacks he
had made on the Danes,
much more often
than on one occasion,
when he had slain
Hrothgar's guests in their sleep.
Fifteen Danish men
he devoured while they slept,
and carried as many away,
hideous booty. The fierce
champion paid him his reward:
Beowulf saw Grendel in rest,
worn out with fighting,
lifeless from the hard wounds
he had gotten in battle
at Herot. The corpse
split when it suffered
that blow after death--
the hard sword stroke.
Beowulf cut off the head.

how beowulf kills the dragon and dies:

The hero raised his shield
against the dreadful stranger.
Then the coiled thing
sought battle.
The war king drew his sword,
an ancient heirloom
with edges unblunt.
Each of them intended
horror to the other.

Stouthearted stood that war-prince
with his shield upraised,
waited in his war-gear.
The dragon coiled together,
went forth burning,
gliding toward his fate.

His shield protected
life and body
for a shorter time
than the prince had hoped.
That was the first day
he was not granted
glory in battle.
The lord of the Geats
raised his arm,
struck the horrible thing
with his ancestral sword,
but the edge gave way:
that bright sword
bit less on the bone
than the war-king needed.

After that stroke
the cave-guardian
was in a savage mood.
He threw death-fire--
widely sprayed
battle flashes.
The gold-friend of the Geats
wasn't boasting of victory.
His war-sword had failed,
not bitten home
as it should have,
that iron which had
always been trustworthy.
This wasn't a pleasant trip:
that famous king, Beowulf,
would have to leave this earth,
would have, against his will,
to move elsewhere.
(So must every man
give up
these transitory days.)

... skip couple of episodes of dialogs and soliloquies

Then the war-king
remembered past deeds,
struck mightily with his sword
so that it stuck
in the dragon's head;
Naegling, the great sword of Beowulf,
ancient and shining,
broke, failed in battle.
Fate had not granted that
the iron sword would help.

(I've heard that Beowulf's
swing was too strong
for any sword,
overstrained any blade,
anytime he carried
a blood-hardened sword
into battle.)

Then the terrible dragon
a third time rushed,
hot and battle-grim.
He bit Beowulf's neck
with sharp tusks--Beowulf
was wet with life's blood;
blood gushed in waves.

Then, I've heard,
Wiglaf showed courage,
craft and bravery,
as was his nature--he went
not for the thought-seat,
but struck a little lower,
helped his kinsman
though his hand was burned.
The sword, shining
and ornamented,
drove in so that
the fire abated.

Then the king controlled
his senses, drew his
battle knife, bitter
and battle sharp, which
he carried on his mail,
and cut the dragon
through the middle.
The enemy fell--strength
had driven out life;
the two kinsmen, together,
had cut down the enemy.
So should a warrior do.

That was Beowulf's last victory;
his last work in this world.

(website i got this legend from is "http://www.lone-star.net/literature/beowulf/beowulf.html")

the life of a dreamer

Action, we see it every where, on TV, in books and in movies. But inside we all yearn to live the life of a superhero, or to scourge the 7 seas as a pirate, even pillage towns as a Viking. These simple entities are presented in imagination; through books, oral stories, and in our dreams. As a child, even now I dream of being superman, to fly through the air and to crash in to brick wall and watch them fall like legos being thrashed by a school yard bully.



Just to feel like protected by another force, to be superman. invincible, invulnerable, and impenetrable, I feel these things until the dream bubble pops and I wake to find the only thing super about me is my t-shirt with the man-o-steel himself on it.

To mimic dreams with plays, movies, art, TV, books, comics, even toys. the dream itself is so mysterious and so powerful, that people sometimes even see their future. If that’s not celestial then I don’t know what is.

ARG, you know what... I’ve never had pirate dream before... hmmm. Pirates never really did appeal to me at all. But after seeing 3 bad movies about them and play 6 songs and 2 years of Hans Zimmer’s handy work it seems to me it gets a little old. But I can sympathise with someone that has.



AH THE VIKINGS! famous superheros by the name of Thor, Beowulf, Odin, ECT. has spawned from these men. To be Vikings, strong loyal men to their country and kin. To fight the dragons, and fight of the hordes in Ragnarok. For VALLHALA!

the history of cool: the clint eastwood story!

hello readers!

In my quest called "life" i came across a man, more like a God to me, the God of Manliness. Clint, yes dear friends i decree that clint is more manly then chuck norris ... *ducks to dodge a round house kick* ok we're good! =] the likeness of this man abilty to define "cool" never ceses to amaze. But to exsoerence cool, we must first understand it. exsample: frank sinatra, ladies man, musicain, actor, cool. why is that? is it because he knows what to say at the right moment and the right time? or is it because he was born with it. just like the debate over childrens traits ... enviornment or genes ... where does coolness manifest?





clint, the man, the myth, and the legand! we've saw him as dirty harry (the badass cop that is justice incarnet) we've seen him as a coyboy and a "injin killin freak" but all in all he's delt with justice in a way that never lost its cool or its "spunk". clint has done it all, to comedys, actions, westerns, war, model, politision, spokesmen, and a father. this man is not just an actor but a director of not just one academy winning film but 3! can u belive it ... punk, 3!!! (at least one was nominated)



everytime i see one of his films it brings me back to those days where i wish i was a buff spirt filled bad ass that had all the lines and the balls to go with it. to be able to say to a commie bastard " piss off you anti-american bitch" but clint can! you may call this hero worship but clint is no mere hero, he is ... cool.




so as you read on to learn about this man, understand that to me, clint is cool, if not the coolest actor alive. and no one will ever be as smooth as clint!





come on the man escaped from alcatraz for christ's sake

green

anger, see unlike the hulk my friends, i find myself always green. upsetting yes, but i cant seem to find out why? lately I've been really mad, like angry at the stupidest things, children upset me now, and the people i love are just now seem like jerks to me. it could be an allusion of some sort but i don't know ... but it scares me. lets examine the hulk Little bit ... a scientist, a man, a lover ... until gamma radiation fucked up his life like all hell. why tho, this inner potential that lies within just dormant and given the bliss of normality and conformity with option, that my friends is a blissful nature only given to the few, we know it as peace. tangent: sorry, radiation fucking up Bruce, that's right! OK, here we are Bruce, you have been given emotion but if you too emotional you'll turn into a wild uncontrollable beast that will kill even the slightest form of rebellion. like a tsunami, full force that never ceses and never disappoints to kill, destroy and ubliterate. i was once superman ... now i feel my "S" has been riped off my chest for a bit, ... i feel my anger has given me strength but along with my strength, come hate, anoyence, over-confedence, rudeness, mean, hurtful and an all around human nature. ive been strucken with radiation and slowly turning green ... where is my woman to make me into kal-al ... ?

happy birth..... uggghh

Hello once again readers! It is I, your leader, trustee, representative, and follow humanoid. As I turn my ever aging inner clock from 16 to 17, it reminds me of all my other birthdays, and how I was so existed and gitty. I would wake up at 6:30 am in the morning and wait the whole day for my presents, even though they were just an action figure or a toy car, those were my life and life at the age was nothing by bliss. but this birthday was odd, ambiguous if you will ... I wasn’t existed at all, I even forgot about it from time to time. My presents didn’t mean anything to me, and it felt like I’m being forced to mature. Maybe me not caring about my birthday is a sign of me getting older and more mature ... I hope not. I wish I could go back to all my birthdays and understand why i felt that way so long ago, to feel like a new person the next day, and feel like "WOW I’m OLDER!" but now the only thing i see in "17" is a state id, couple of new wii games, and more responsibility of me being tired as an adult. Oh and don’t forget I can buy M rated games now!!!! So I guess I have so thinking to do about my ever dwindling inner child. here let me roll a ball and maybe my inner child will jump out after it =].


-John Denyer

video games and reality

Albert Einstein:
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

Hmmm especially today this quote means a lot, in the case of the youth and up, reality is slowly withering away with better graphics and faster processors. It seems like none of these video game companies ever saw the terminator movies. The first hint I got of my disconnection of reality was when I was little, after I played my first RPG for more then 5+. I noticed that, hey I can control my hands, and I looked up and looked around and saw that this was my house and I taught to myself " I’m john Denyer, not cloud, not Mario, not any 2d/3d character in some video game." immediately after that I went outside and played some baseball :-), now with the wii, reality is making more of a connection with games. The human is involved in the game rather just sitting down and holding a controller. It’s like all those science fiction movies i've always watched and said "that will never happen" is really happening. Virtual reality has been around for awhile but not like this. PS3, X-BOX 360, WII, and PC are sucking people's lives away for cyber life. Why I don’t know, I mean don’t get my wrong I love video games but when your comprehension of reality goes out the window and you lose sanity, that becomes a big problem. I mean look at the D&D die-hards. People change their names to there character, why? Only Jesus knows =/. Please play on but heed my warning young souls ... contain your limited reality because life is too good to be stuck in a 3d world ... like tron =]

wow i mean just wow ... WW2, taken down by one man.... wow

hmm good start




... sry about the scanner issue but huh? superman just took fire from every single German gun in the western wall .... without flinching ... lets move on



not only did he just punch an airplane ... but he also knows secret German information, wouldn't that be valuable info to the allies ... superman is with holding information thus violating the patriot act which makes him a criminal ... ARREST HIM!!!!!



... Joe meet Adolf ... lmao gets me every time ...



oh joy Adolf is behind bars ... now what the hell did Stalin do in 1940 that made him a criminal. to my understanding he was an Allie. unless.....

ive met doomsday

Casted down from the Sky's, flying toward cement and dirt, until i crash ... i feel like all my strength is gone and I'm no longer superman. did they only love me cause i could fly? i know that's not it but it sure does feel like it. who's worth saving if no one belives your superman, "with great power comes great responsibility" ya, but when the feeling of no power over whelms you, you tend to feel like you've got no responsibility. that's why i relie on my JLA if i get into a battle that's too big.





but this battle with doomsday, this was one i had to fight on my own. i admire doomsday for what it is capable of ... defeating me is no push aside errand on Monday morning, we rolled up our sleves and went at it like two Irish drunks. until the fight started to even out, both powers matched in equality. and i knew this would be the fight of my life. who knew i was going to die, heh. so my wings are gone, the people lost their superman, but truth, justice, and the American way still lives on. but if you read on in this comic book called like, you will see that i Kal-El becomes reborn. just need time my friends, and a new superman will be born.


here's to my friends

what is good and evil?

First of all i'd like to say something, my Christian views have swayed this essays thoughts, if you don't like it? Tough your reading this, at least enjoy it. Anyways, what is good and evil, a concept of morality? Many people feel that the conscience justifies what's good and evil, others believe in the law, and many people believe in a higher power determines the moral situation in this game I like to call insistence. but what ever you decide that determines good and evil, understand that life in it self is probably the only good anyone will ever comprehend, "the mind is a place of its own, and in said place, it can make a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven" john Milton, this quote describes perfectly on how people treat life, and how they live it, just think about it.... ok so ive stated that life is good, but not the only good thing, now onto my point, Good, the right thing, if you think about it, it all started with God, he decided what's good and bad, but just then in there, that idea itself spawned evil, a good moral thing spawned evil, doesn't make cense but it happened. So does that mean every single good thing you decide to do with probably most likely be the reaction an evil though or action? Probably... =/ but that's life and life only and remember what we talked about life = good, and only you in your mind set can make life = bad, ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Then I thought to myself "bad events spawn good events"? Yes, they do, look at the holocaust, (OMG I SAID HOLOCAUST) bad things happened, friggan genocide, but if that didn't happen, the Jews wouldn't be as united and as strong as they are today. events like WW2 and pearl harbor and the bombing Hiroshima, and 9/11, events like that bring people together to look at life and its goods and evils and kind of take a step back and say "whoa" life and life only, and remember life = good.
all I'm trying to say is that good spawns evil and evil spawns good, the basic "yin and yang" balance of good and evil, if you look at the standard and compare it to man, there is no bad and no good, only life and life = good
And people? …STOP KILLING THE PEOPLE WHO WANT YOU TO REALIZE THIS!!!Like Gandhi, Jesus, rev. Martian Luther king Jr, john Lennon, ect
i mean these people wanted peace, and believe me, I'll be the first to admit that peace is impossible until we all figure out who is god.
I mean if anyone is offended by my thoughts, look at the world today, besides religion beliefs, do you know an ultimate good and an ultimate evil that has not been measured and balanced by the other? if you do then please tell me ...

Peace folks

BIG TUNA'S FIRST POST!

As i jump from the nest that my brain trust built for me, i venture out on my own blog ... to see this world and beyond. "Blast Shields Down" has been a big inspiration for me and i know many others. “Life is either a great adventure or nothing.” Helen Keller. So my adventure starts here, unlike "BSD" i will discuss more in depth in the comic genre, along with my problems and science fiction fantasy. This will be my moment of joy and taste of literature. To start by saying, if your reading this i will be posting regularly on Tuesdays and Sundays, but check regularly cause i can be very spontaneous. So as a ring leader to a circus, i say ... ENJOY THE SHOW!