Casual Harangues

Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith is coming out soon, and I believe it is destined for greatness. There is one reason why I think ROTS will be so much better than the first two in the trilogy: George Lucas finally has something to say.

That something is, of course, that Anakin turns to the dark side. Considering that he chose to stretch that into three movies, it's no wonder people didn't fawn over The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones, though I liked them. ROTS will be less childish than the others, and will probably be rated PG-13. Gone also will be the romance, which many found to sappy. The final fight between Anakin and Obi-wan is rumored to be the longest in cinematic history. Overall, I expect this to be completely awesome.

-Revan

Reply to: AmyLeeZealot

On the plus side, it can play movies and MP3s, but they have to be on the right media/format and I doubt many people will go through the hassle of setting all this crap up.  If they do, the battery will die before the movie is over anyways...(sarcasm, but the battery life is rather low)

Third, a starting kit for the PSP costs over three hundred dollars.  I could buy two DS systems, or an XBox, or a PlayStation, or A couple GameCubes for that much.  And the price will probably remain their for a relatively long time, where as the DS system and game prices will likely drop quickly.

Now don't get me wrong, but systems have had their issues.  Both the DS and the PSP have had dead pixel issues, but that is expected with any electronic device that uses LCD screens.  Also there is that problem with the square button for the PSP, and the DS.. o thats right they got all the buttons right.

The bottom line is Nintendo is trying new things and Sony is still spitting out the same games to the same audience as they always have, and in the end, that will be their downfall, because technologically the PSP is superior in performance capability to the DS by far.  But it's not about what it could do, it's about what they make it do.  Good games and good quality make a good system.

Thanks for your comment AmyLeeZealot

P.S. No one has answered my question about what PSX plans are and who stole them from who.

-Axiom

     I got this idea from someone else, probably farfarello. We're giving away tbucks, one at a time. Today's contest: What is the name of Jabba the hutt's kowakian monkey lizard in the movie Return of the Jedi?

Whoever answers correctly (by commenting only) first gets one tbuck.

-Revan

Ah, happy Easter everyone! On this fateful day, our Lord and Savior rose from the dead to save us from our sins, and we celebrate by raising our blood sugar level drastically.

More on religion: It is often said, in order to pacify the general populace, that it doesn't matter if one is worshipping God, Allah, Buddha, etc. so long as it is a single deity, and that all these prayers are going to the same person. This could not be more untrue and any member of any religion knows it. The differences between them are staggering, and does it not say in basically every religion that that religion is the one true religion and all others are false? The Bible tells us that the only way to heaven and to God is through His son Jesus; just worshipping whatever random deity you can come up with is not going to cut it.

-Revan

I've tried my hand at depressing poetry (If you haven't seen it, it's a few posts back), so now I'm trying for something more optimistic: Religious poetry. See what you think.

The King

Lost in the desert
Starving and dying
I lived out my sentence
Cheating and lying

At dusk there's a star
It's purpose is guiding
I ignored it for long
Cursing and defying

At last I followed
There was nothing else to do
I'd tired of evil
Whose vows weren't true

I came to a city
Overlooking the Nile
Not a person around
whose soul was so vile

I saw a mighty king
Upon a great white throne
I feared he would spurn me
Dash my heart of stone

But He welcomed me in
Gave me food and solace
Mended my bones
And replaced my challis

I asked Him why He would care
For a wretch like me
He said "Through these eyes
That's not what I see"

I said I'm a sinner
He tells me I'm a saint
He says "Look again
I removed your taint"

Now I've lived in the desert
Since my soul's revival
I watch and await
My savior's second arrival

-Revan

 The Playstation Portable is coming out and my newspaper is giving it WAY too much coverage. It was on the front page and in the business section. According to the paper the PSP's only problem is it's dependence on "proprietary" systems, meaning the unusual discs you must use to play movies and the memory sticks. It also, of course, described the system as "sexy." I swear. The next person  to call the PSP "sexy" will spontaneously combust by my willpower and rage alone. Why won't I buy the PSP? Because the square button lags, it's expensive as hell, the games are expensive as hell, I don't give a crap how "sexy" it is, the battery life sucks, the games themselves suck, I don't need a portable movie player (and neither does anyone else. Get a life, people.) or a portable music player other than the one I already have, and to top it all off, I just plain hate Sony when it comes to the gaming industry.

The PSP gets a out of ten. The people that keep calling it "sexy" also get a out of ten.

I agree entirely with everything Revan said above. -Axiom

On the more awesome side of things, Sonic Adventure 3 was announced. Technically it's not called "Sonic Adventure 3," but everyone else online has named it that. The real title is "Shadow of a Hedgehog" and stars Shadow, who appeared in Sonic Heroes and Sonic Adventure 2. Many people have bemoaned the fact that it doesn't star Sonic (although he will undoubtedly make an appearance, and probably will be an unlockable character) and also that Shadow carries a handgun. This means Shadow will be able to dispatch enemies via jumping and shooting. At the greatest, this could revolutionize the Sonic experience; at its least, it will just be a combination of the speed and shooting sections of SA2.

Those that grasp the implications of the game realize that Sonic Team was listening to their complaints, specifically those of Sonic Heroes. Because the game is about Shadow and how he is the "prototype for the ultimate life form," one can deduce that it's less childish than the last titles, one of the greatest complaints. So far, characters like Cream, Big, and Tails are nowhere to be seen, so gone too is the pre-school voice-acting. Shadow of a Hedgehog also promises to have cut-scenes worth watching as well as the usual increases in graphical and musical qualities. Hopefully the addition of the handgun will make bosses more unique and challenging too.

-Revan

The Saga of Smith, part 2

 Smith Smith woke with a start. 4:00 AM. Time for work. Why? If each day is the same as the last, why can't I fast forward to my death? Why can't I just stay concious for the things that matter? I have got to change something.

 Smith flipped on the TV as he prepared his Pop Tarts. Channel 10 news was on with their award-winning anchor Richard Head."Well folks, looks like a war might be brewing down south. The Ambassador from the Latin Confederation issued a warning to the government of America, stating that they would no longer welcome Peace Corps volunteers into their vast nation. The Ambassador is quoted as saying 'We are very insulted. The LC is no longer in any way part of a so-called Third World, and hasn't been for decades. Any more charity will be met and can only be met by armed force, to defend the honor and reputation of the motherland. Send the damn hippies home or feel the wrath of the South and Central Americas.'"

 Smith looked up and snorted. There hadn't been war for twenty years; the Cold War from last century had ended all that. At the end of the almost fifty year conflict, every known leader in the world had signed The Treaty, in an effort to put an end to war forever. The Treaty avowed to destroy all weapons (which were defined loosely as "anything you would go to war with") and divided the world into six powers, one as each continent. This will never stand, thought Smith. The LC has nothing to fight with except knives and rubber bands.

 He slowly chewed his Pop Tarts, savoring the sweet cherry filling as it rested on his tongue. Ah, my one pleasure. He swallowed the remnants and promptly left his apartment.

On the sidewalk once more, Smith continued his earlier train of thought. How am I going to live life? How do I inject some variation into this tedious existence? He regarded the other pedestrians on the path. Will they not notice me? Do they even see me? Look at me! Look at me, damn you! A tall businessman passed by unaware of Smith's raging eyes. I know... I shall smile at them all, make them squeamish in their shells, make them consider me, for once.
 
He caught the eye of a young child, and grinned at her. She shrank back and Smith barked out a laugh. Next he harassed an old lady with his wide smile. She jerked and hurried away. How delightful! Why hadn't I thought of this before? Oooh, what's this? Men in tuxedos and sunglasses? Secret Agents! Over here, agents! Smith beamed at them, and the three "agents" stood there and glared at him behind their shades. Uh-oh. Maybe not my best idea so far. Ah, well! Smith continued on to work, past the giant sign that called out "Circuit Corporation," and pushed through the revolving doors. He strode across the shiny tile floor and entered the elevator. He was alone save for one other woman in the elevator.
 "Nice weather we're having, isn't it?" said Smith.
 "I wouldn't know," the lady replied.
 "What floor do you work at? I'm on the sixth."
 "The sixth floor?!? You're thirty years old, at least!"
 "That's what they tell me." The doors parted and Smith walked out in search of his cubicle.

On his way he encountered Shirley Slane. Here goes nothing, he thought, and let loose a toothy grin. "Oh, hi Smith," said Shirley. She's talking to me! This will be a brighter day indeed...

-Revan

As I am writing this, there is one and only one thought going through my head:

"He's baaaaaaack and he's got a new trick. Magical Trevor is ten times as slick as the last time, last time you saw him. Now you can see why we really adore him. You might think his magic is sick; sawing a pigeon in half with a stick. Look at the pigeon, now it's in two. Oh my the rear end is having a poo. Look at the mess... in Aiiiiiisle two. Aisle two: that's the place where we saw the Ragu and it looks like he's baaaaaaack and-"

and so on and so on again and again in my head. Never ending. Never letting me rest. "Magical Trevor 2" (from weebls-stuff.com) is stuck in my head and I can't get it out. The odd thing is I'm enjoying it. I haven't had an independent thought in days and in a short time I will be able to eat my own brain, for it has become a most exquisite lump of pudding. Will you go to http://www.weebls-stuff.com/" title="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/" target="_blank"http://www.weebls-stuff.com/ and join me in my insanity or will you  fight the evil and claim your mind for yourself and yourself alone?

Now, if you'll excuse me, the peaches are here.

-Revan

Depressing poetry. Everyone else seems to be doing it, so I'll give it a shot.

Massacre

An ocean of fears
A tide of fright
Leads the crowd
To a slaughter at night

Dirty deeds
They've done to others
Don't they know
That we're all brothers?

I'm their next target
Heading for me
I cower in sight
Red is all they see

Now what have I done
To shoulder the blame
Why must I die
To ease their shame?

My body's done
Kicked and dragged
They've gone for the others
Poor and ragged

A siren calls
And parts the geese
They endure the rest
Of night in peace

Your hope is failing
Just keep on running
It doesn't matter
They won't stop coming.

-Revan

What follows is a story of mine that will continue for many posts.

The Saga of Smith, part 1

 Smith Smith stared contemplatively at the clock mounted on the wall. 11:59. Work was almost over. Time to go home, sleep for three hours, come back at five in the morning.

Finally the clock struck twelve. Smith sighed heavily, put his papers in his briefcase, and left his cubicle. On his way to the elevator he passed Shirley Slane. It is not surprising that Smith had a crush on Shirley; she was, after all, the only female that passed through his field of vision on a daily basis. In addition, she was the head of marketing and was Smith's indirect superior. 

Wonder if she'll look at me this time, thought Smith. He made direct eye contact hoping to lure her to do the same, but she passed by without a glance. Why do I even bother? I could burst into flames and she would just ignore me. And how did she get so high in the first place? Glass ceiling my ass. I've been here ten years and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. He continued on to the elevators and pressed the button for down. Down. It's always "down." I can never go "up" can I?

He dutifully entered the elevator car when it came, and pressed the button for the lobby. He stared at the buttons for the floors above him. It was a large building, and Smith had never ventured above the sixth floor, where his cube waited, so, often times, he would wonder what it was like up there on the ninetieth.Those floors probably do not even exist; the buttons are just there to tantalize me, to weigh down my state of mind. The doors opened and Smith walked straight through the exit out the building. There were never any security guards where he worked. Nothing inside was of any value, and most everyone already in wanted desperately to get out. Smith walked briskly down the sidewalk to his apartment complex. Yes, walked. It was only two miles away, and on top of that, all the parking spaces in the city were reserved.

It might have been raining, or even snowing on Smith's head, but he had long since lost the capacity to feel it or even care. He knew he was supposed to. He was supposed to care about a lot. Being Assistant Project Engineer, Smith was allegedly granted the feeling of helping others, that someone somewhere was alleviated of a small bit of pain because of Smith's work. But years had passed by, and as he saw his work go largely unnoticed, his mind and body became numb to the world.

Smith became faintly aware of a city bus pacing him on the road. Odd. He wasn't aware the city even had a public transportation system. Smith stopped and turned towards it.  It was fully illuminated by the interior lights and gave the impression of a bright glowing catterpillar. The bus braked and with a hydrolic hiss the doors opened. The driver, a rough-faced Australian, looked at Smith and said," Hey, mate, you're looking a little down there. How about a nice ride on the bus? C'mon, it'll be fun!"
Smith just stared at him. He must go home. He must get his three hours rest and return to his dead-end job. He must...It suddenly occurred to Smith that perhaps he needed a break from reality.

He turned back to accept the man's offer, but the bus was nowhere to be seen....
Smith became even more sullen towards the world, if that was possible. He made his way home, but it was only home in the sense that he momentarily lost conciousness there; it offered him no real sanctuary. Smith fell asleep, and dreamed dreams about the bus, and where it might have taken him...

-Revan

1.  Get eaten by poodles. Naked.
2.  Strangle yourself.  They say its impossible, but if you can do it, more power to you
3.  Fall into a bird cage at the pet shop.  Parrots are more dangerous than you know....
4.  Let the sun focus light through your glasses until it burns through your eyes and into your brain
5.  Smash your head against a keyboard while in a chat room.  At least no one in there will know what the hell you're doing
6.  Play your music so loud your eardrums bleed.  Then just bleed to death.  I hope you picked a long CD
7.  Inject your veins full of crannberry juice
8.  Choke on a computer mouse.  The laser kind will look cool when they find you
9.  Xerox your face until the radiation and heat cook your brain
10.  Swallow soda cans
11.  Poke yourself with pins and just bleed
12.  Jump out of a helicopter into traffic.  Well it's more unique than jumping off a bridge
13.  Accidentally drown in a pool of chocolate syrup
14.  Stand too close to an industial blender
15.  Fuse with a block of molten steel
16.  Peel the skin off your chest layer by layer (gruesome, i know...)
17.  Be eaten by squirels
18.  Wire yourself to your Ipod's battery and play every song
19.  Put your head through your computer monitor.  Just straight through.
20.  Throw yourself onto a bed of household appliances
21.  Ride along with the food on a refrigerated semi-truck
22.  Eat beetles
23.  Roll around on a bed of crushed glass
24.  Chew lightbulbs
25.  Drink car oil with every meal
26.  Push bottle caps through your eyes
27.  Put cherry bombs in your knees, elbows and shoulders
28.  Bathe in cement then dry in the sun
29.  Let people use your face as a golf tee
30.  Eat sand
31.  Soak in battery acid
32.  Play frogger on the local highway
33.  Stick your head in a fan
34.  Sew yourself into a sleeping bag and tie it to a train
35.  Swallow a remote control
36.  Go to the zoo and play with the gorillas
37.  Wear a suit of armor in a lightning storm
38.  Be crushed by porn stars
39.  Dress in a hotdog suit and run towards the White House with AK-47s.  Trust me, you'll attract attention.
40.  Eat your shoes
41.  Swallow thumb tacks
42.  Swallow strands of tinsle
43.  High-dive into a box of christmas ornaments
44.  Eat the Harry Potter series
45.  Superglue your mouth and nose shut
46.  Use hairspray instead of breath freshener
47.  Lick an electrical socket
48.  Lock yourself in a tanning bed
49.  Eat a jar of Vix vapor rub
50.  Swallow a snowglobe.  The big kind.
51.  Drink theater popcorn butter
52.  Shove straws up your nose
53.  Swallow black powder, then wash it down with nitroglycerine.  Shake well.
54.  Go bobbing for barracudas
55.  Thousands and thousands of paper cuts
56.  Stick your fingers in a pencil sharpener
57.  Dig up a fire ant nest and roll in the dirt
58.  Fall into a laminating machine
59.  See how many easter eggs you can fill with your blood
60.  Go cactus-squeezing
61.  Stitch the viens in your arm to the veins in your legs.  Don't bother to go to a doctor
62.  Shove tooth picks into your skin
63.  Tattoo your brain
64.  Remove splinters with a chainsaw
65.  Swallow a box of nails and follow it with a hammer.  When they find you, claim you needed reconstructive surgery
66.  Tape yourself to the ceiling.  Patience..this one takes a while
67.  Fill your lungs with strawberry jelly
68.  Cover yourself in cooking oil and spend a long day at the beach.  Don't forget to flip
69.  Swallow a box of alka seltzer and a bottle of sprite.  Again, shake well
70.  Inhale a bag of M&Ms through your nose
71.  Replace your hands with an X-box controller and a frying pan.  Use the frying pan to do the cutting.
72.  Suck the ink out of all your pens
73.  Go to the beach and eat the first 100 rocks you find
74.  Eat a roll of duct tape like it's a Fruit Roll-up
75.  Cover yourself in honey and wrestle a bear
76.  Swallow a cup of dish washing detergent and follow it with some forks and knives.
77.  Spray WD-40 into all of your joints and your eyes.  When they find you, claim you wanted to prevent arthritis.
78.  Bungy-jump using a roll of Charmin Ultra as rope. Remember, less is more.
79.  Suck on an exhaust pipe
80.  Swallow Jello powder and lots of water.  Then find a walk-in refrigerator
81.  Weld your belt buckle to the underside of a bus
82.  Skateboard down the Grand Canyon
83.  Use power tools while blindfolded
84.  Eat a bottle of baby powder, and chase is with a few diapers
85.  Consume tubes of Oragel, then see how many spoons you can swallow
86.  Cage yourself in with thousands of black widow spiders. Let them do the work.  A few thousand bites should do the trick
87.  Dress like a cow and ride along with cattle to the leather factory
88.  Play baseball using a bat made of C-4, a grenade, and land mines for bases.  Adds a whole new meaning to grand slam.
89.  Tie yourself with fishing line to an air plane.
90.  Swallow glass balls, then punch yourself repeatedly in the stomach
91.  Bathe in boiling peanut butter
92.  Play hot-potato with chainsaws
93.  Tie a mile-long fishing line to a jet ski and your pants.  That way it's a surprise.
94.  Set up an apartment in a jet in-take
95.  Attempt to direct traffic at the Daytona 500
96.  Dive into a pool of boiling Cambels Tomato Soup
97.  Add rocks, bolts, paint shavings, and steel chips to a blender, with salt and salsa for flavor.  Blend together and enjoy.
98.  Shave with a chainsaw
99.  Swallow neon coils, then wire yourself to a car battery
100.  Swallow as many pocket watches, wrist watches, and small clocks as you can find.  Write a not that says "Out of time."
101.  Make a lava angel

This took three days to complete.  The ones in bold are the ones me and Revan deemed to be the best.  Enjoy!

Please comment or add your own!

-Axiom
and to a lesser extent.. Revan

Another broadcast of Channel 10 News "The One That Cares."

Richard Head- Head Anchor
Betty Page- Co-anchor
Harry Gunn- Reporter
Miles Pudding- Analyst

Richard: Today on Channel 10 we take a deep, long, look at the past and wonder what the hell we've done with our lives. Personally, I drown it all out with booze, which is what makes these segments neccessary.
Betty: Tonight's topic is Nazi germany, which as you know starred in many prominent movies such as Raiders of the Lost Ark and Sleepless in Seattle. Several interesting revelations have come up, specifically about their leader, Adolf Hitler.
Richard: Yes, Betty. You see, my viewing audience, Hitler was, to put it bluntly... bad. In fact, our expert researchers have found out that he.. uh...what was it Betty?
Betty: killed people.
Richard: Right. This Hitler doesn't sound like a very nice guy, does he Betty?
Betty: Not the kind I'd let date my daughter, Dick.
Richard: Well it just so happens she's my daughter too, and I say she can.
Betty: Hitler's dead so the point is moot.
Richard: Oh, so now we're biased against the dead?!? I swear, I never thought Betty would turn out to be a deadist.
Betty: That's not a word
Richard: Whatever. Harry, what's the word on the street about this Hitler person?
Harry: I'm getting some very negative reaction. You, sir, what are your feelings on Hitler?
Guy: shizzle phizzle
Harry: Son of a- Not you again?
Guy: word.
Harry: *sigh* well any thoughts on Hitler
Guy: Who is this Hizzle-itler person anywayzzle?
Harry: A very mean dictator-ish person.
Guy: Oh.
Harry: So, what do you think?
Guy: He's cool.
Richard: This is going nowhere. Signing off.

-Revan

OK, I'm here to fix everything that Revan said (well almost everything) and try and help you all to understand that, well.. he was speaking out of his butt 'cause he doesn't know what he's talking about.

Sure, games are fun, but how can you compare them to companionship?  Their is no match to someone that loves you like you love them.  And, if you are truely happy with one another, the other IS available to you morning, noon and night, because they want to be with you and you want to be with them.

Personally, I'd rather take the risk of having my heart broken than being content to play games all my life.  The reward is so much greater than the "risk".  And if you think about it, their really isn't a risk.  Anything that happens happens for a reason, and is what wouldv'e happened no matter what.  It's best to take defeats as lessons and to remember what good came of it than to never take the risk in the first place.

Besides, I don't think there is a single girl out there that upon the first date at age 17 says "I'm looking for a solid commitment from you; if you're not interested in marraige, leave now."  That would be insane.  No one is like that.

Also, any girl that requires you to spend "thousands" of dollars on her is not worth your time.  If you do spend money on her it should be of your own choice.

In general, I'd say there is nothing a game offers that a girl cannot out-do (with the exception of consistancy, but who wants a relationship that they can predict??).  So, in closing I'd like to remind you that anything Revan says is based purely in his own version of reality, and my not apply to the reality you, the reader, and I, Axiom, are used to.

So far, I'm still looking for a girl for me;  games are fun too, but I want more.

-Axiom

Since the invention of games and the discovery of girls, man has been asking himself the pivotal question, "Games or girls?" Of course, there are some smart alecks that say "both" or "neither", but these answers are largely idiotic. Let's analyze.

Games: A guaranteed happiness. A game will never hurt you. It can convey a fascinating story, and propel the gamer into a new world of wonder and imagination. Games are available when and wherever you want them, in the middle of the afternoon or late at night. The gamer is in complete control of the situation, and in most circumstances, a game will last a lifetime. If one gets bored with a game, one can simply throw it out or trade it in. Games allow you to connect to people, and possibly make new friends.

Girls: A definite risk. At their best, girls can cause the utmost of happiness, but have the potential the wreak havoc as well. They require a definite commitment and often act strange and erratically. However, unlike games they will be different every day, for better or worse. Financial costs of girls run upwards of  thousands of dollars. In addition, to "tie the knot", one must also procure a very expensive lump of shiny metal. Relationships may introduce you to new people, but also may sour old friendships. At their worst, girls can cause severe depression and stress. May also cause creation of "children."

In general the issue is this: Stay with the never-wavering but somewhat less pleasure of gaming, or venture forth into a world of love and risk everything for the chance for a more clompete happiness than anything else can give.

So far, I am staying with games.

-Revan

gonzoid:  if aliens exist [and that is almost a certainty] what's to say that they dont' come from a different galaxy, but a different universe? an alternative reality, so to speak. there has been sightings of UFO's where the witnesses have claimed to see ships and beings phase in and out of reality.

That's a good point gonzoid.  Aliens may very well be from another universe, or an alternate reality.

That idea gets into two more subjects I plan on talking about later though, which are the nature of reality and world lines.
But those are two other topics for two other posts.

Anyways, about people seeing them go in and out of reality.  I believe that everyone's perception of reality is slightly different from anyone elses, so going in and out of reality may be an opinion that is given relative the person witnessing the action.

After all, it's all relative.

-Axiom

Comic Books. Graphic Novels. Whatever you call them, they don't sound too sophisticated do they? And yet, in some ways they are. Comic books are like a mixture of books and movies; they display the visual element so prominent in movies, but they can also show the emotional depths and inner thoughts of characters like only books can do. Take this dramatic scene from a Spiderman comic book....

Peter: What is that?
Aunt: A Banana Bread
Peter: A banana bread?
Aunt: I read this book on homeopathic remedies. Potassium is fantastic at counteracting allergies.
 Potassium is in Bananas. Bananas are in bread. You will eat the banana bread.
Uncle: I would like a piece
Aunt: No.
Uncle: No?
Aunt: No. It's for Peter.
Uncle: Rip off.
Aunt: Eat!

Ok, maybe that wasn't the best example, but it was touching. My favorite graphic novels are the Tales of the Jedi series and Star Wars Infinities, both from Dark Horse. The former tells the tale of what was going on four thousand years before the movies, and the latter gives alternate realities to the Star Wars Universe.

-Revan

"...the God of heaven will set up a kingdom which shall never be destroyed;and the kingdom shall not be left to other people; it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever"(Daniel 2:43)

With these words Daniel described the Millenial kingdom of Jesus Christ, the final kingdom in Nebuchadnezzar's dream, which was discussed earlier. But I am perhaps getting ahead of myself. Before this kingdom is founded, several other things must happen. In general, they are:

1.The Times of the End
2.The Rapture
3.The Tribulation
4.The Great Tribulation
5.The Secong Coming of Christ.
6.The Millenium

Starting whenever I feel like it, I will detail these events in posts under the title of "In the End."

-Revan

ALIENS

Do you believe in them?  Have they ever visisted earth?  Do you think we will ever find evidence of other intelligent life?

What do you make of Rosswell, and the countless other un accounted for sightings and events?

If you believe in aliens, what do you think they look like?

All this week I wanna here what you have to say. Your comments and opinions will be posted here.

My opinion:

Aliens are real.  They have either already visited us or will in the future, or we will find evidence of them and visit them.

Either way they are real.  It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when.

The odds of another planet like eath capable of maintaining life as we know it not existing are like a billion to one.  There are soooo many other planets out there that some of them have to have characteristics similar to earth.  They're out there. We just have to find eachother.

As far as Rosswell goes, I believe that there was a huge government coverup, BUT I don't think it had anything to do with aliens.  I believe Area 51 (which the government still denys exists) houses or has housed in the past some very unusual materials.  Possibly other worldly materials an vehicles, but I'm not sure.

Now about all those sitings that have been recorded.  Lucky, thanks to technology more and more people capture their story of tape.  But I think lots of them are just cases of missinterpretation and hoax.

On the other hand I believe that there is the occasional diamond in the rough; the occassional true story about an abduction or a sighting.

Appearance wise I support the idea of the "greys".  Humanoid figures of grey skin with large black eyes and slits for nostrills.  They are diminiative in stature to humans according the multiple sightings.

As for their purpose here, I believe it to be of research only. At least for now, I doubt we are headed towards the classic Independance Day type of encounter with aliens.

Only time will tell.

Coments needed!

-Axiom

The Pudding Factor:

Miles: Greetings and welcome to The Pudding Factor with Miles Pudding.  Today on the factor we'll be interviewing the controversial  "King of pop" himself, Michael Jackson.
Jackson: Hi
Miles: Now, Michael-
Jackson: Please, Miles, call me Peter Pan
Miles: Um, ok, so Peter...are you... guilty?
Jackson: No, I'm not, Miles. I could not be more innocent. I said it   once and I'll say it again, that horse consented!
Miles: Okayyyyy... actually no one charged you with that
Jackson: Well the horse wasn't too pleased.
Miles: I can imagine. But the issue here is whether or not you are a   child molester.
Jackson: Miles, have you ever been labeled the "king" of anything?
Miles: No, I have not, but-
Jackson: Have you ever woken up and wondered what the hell race you  belonged to anymore?
Miles:....
Jackson: Do you have any idea what I have to deal with?
*THONK*
Miles: Ah, Peter, I think your nose just...uh...
Jackson: Ha Ha! It does that all the time...
Miles: HEH HEH
Jackson: If you could just pick that up...
Miles: Ok, here you ar- oop, boy it's slippery...
Jackson: No problem, I'll get it myself... See the trick is to grab it  by the nostrils, that way it can't squirt out of your hands.
Miles: I'll keep that in mind. Well Michael, we're out of time. It's  been nice having you on the factor.
Jackson: Michael? I don't see a Michael anywhere. My name is Pan. Peter  Pan.
Miles: Time for the most ludicrous item of the day! Did you know  country music can cause cancer? I hold in my hands a report on  some Dave Bilbo who was diagnosed with brain cancer after  listening to 48 straight hours of Shania Twain. This comes as  no surprise to me, personally. Now, some viewer mail! Lauren  Bixby writes,"Miles, you are an asshole. Your conservative bias  could not be more blatant. I would kill you if it were not so  illegal." Thank you Lauren! Because we read your letter, you  get a free t-shirt! Mary Cobb writes,"Miles! You are such a  great analyst. You get to the bottom of any matter instantly  and of course, you are sexy as always." That's all for tonight!

-Revan

In 1995 Michael Johnson set the world indoor 400 meter record at the world championships in Atlanta.  He ran a 44.63.  Any sprinters or runners out there will recognize that as an amazing, inhuman time; one that sone thought would go decades without being broken.

Well, that record fell just a few days ago at the hands of UF sophomore (yes.. sophomore.. he's 19) Kerron Clement.  In a meet 2 days ago Clement ran an astonishing 44.57.

-More news on the way

-Axiom

Today marks a monumental event. Random Rants has been viewed for the thousandth time! And what a journey it was...all three weeks of it. I attribute this success mainly to the fact that the blog is written about subjects that you would want to read about, and not just about my day. I think if I wrote a normal blog, it would turn out something like this:

"Well I woke up again today. I tried to find my pants, but couldn't. Apparently they were stuck to the ceiling, but I didn't know at the time. I went downstairs into the kitchen (pantsless of course) and felt a feeling of despair. There was nothing to eat! I opened the refrigerator to browse through it, and lo and behold- a Chick-fil-a chicken biscuit! I tossed it in the microwave and waited my twenty seconds for paradise. Unfortunately, as I had forgotten, when you microwave any breadlike food,like a biscuit, it becomes soggy and disgusting. I reluctantly devoured my "meal" and headed upstairs to the bathroom, a sullen, lonely expression upon my face.

My issues didn't end there. Noooooooo. Wouldn't you know it! We were out of toothpaste! I decided to brush with shampoo instead. It worked wonders on my hair, and after all, it said "non-toxic" on the bottle. Then I sort of fell down and woke up in a pool of drool. I swear. My life sucks. It F----- sucks! F-----! E-----! Z-------!"

But thankfully, it's not like that at all. My pants ended up on the roof, not the ceiling. Don't worry. I won't make another one of these self-glorifying posts until the 10,000th view.

-Revan

Dreamsense 2: A Prophetic Statue

The following is a prophecy made 2500 years ago...

"You, O king, were watching; and behold, a great image! This great image, whose splendor was excellent, stood before you; and its form was awesome. This image's head was of fine gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, its legs of iron, its feet partly or iron and partly of clay. You watched while a stone was cut out without hands, which struck the image on its feet of iron and clay, and broke them in pieces. Then the iron,the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold were crushed together, and became like chaff from the summer threshing floors; the wind carried them away so that no trace of them was to be found. And the stone that struck the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth. This is the dream.
Now we will tell the interpretation of it before the king. You, O king... you are this head of gold. But after you shall arise another kingdom inferior to yours; then another, a third kingdom of bronze, which shall rule over the earth. And the fourth kingdom shall be as strong as iron, inasmuch as iron breaks in pieces and shatters all things; and like iron that crushes, that kingdom will breack in pieces and crush all the others. Whereas you saw the feet and toes, partly of potter's clay and partly of iron, the kingdom shall be divided; yet the strength of the iron shall be in it, just as you saw the iron mixed with ceramic clay. And as the toes of the feet were partly of iron and partly of clay, so the kingdom shall be partly strong and partly fragile..."(Daniel 2:31-42)

Twenty five hundred years later, this prophecy is true...

In case you didn't understand that, here's a summary: Nebuchadnezzar, the current (at the time) leader of Babylon, had the dream described above. He was particularly perturbed and asked his astrologers to explain it. They could not. Daniel, however, inquired of God, who supplied David with the dream and the interpretation. The dream shows a statue with five parts:
1.a head of gold
2.chest and arms of silver
3.belly and thighs of bronze
4.legs of iron
5.feet and toes of iron and clay

Now, Daniel says that each of these represented a kingdom, each inferior to the last. The first kingdom, Babylon, is the head of gold. It was reportedly the most despotic empire ever. Next came the Medo-Persians, the Greeks, Rome, and finally what we have today- a mixture of iron and clay, many nations, some strong, some fragile, but no world government like the previous four.

1.a head of gold- Babylon
2.chest and arms of silver- Medo-Persia
3.belly and thighs of bronze- Greece
4.legs of iron - Rome
5.feet and toes of iron and clay- the nations that exist today

There remains one more kingdom, the rock cut out of nowhere, which will be discussed tomorrow...

-Revan

You have to live without either music or movies for the rest of the life. Which do you choose? Axiom-I'd choose to live without movies, because I like music better and you can get jst as much from a 3 minute song as you can a 2 hour movie. Revan-Revan does not appreciate either movies or music enough to care about living with or without one or the other..-Axiom
I already answered that question in a previous comment you idiot.-Revan

Question submited by BottleRocket Make comments and post your own questions!

In life, we all have to make choices. Some of them are harder than others, and some of them are lose-lose situations.  Sometimes we have to choose the lesser of two evils.  The situations here propose rediculous situations.

We need your comments to keep this going. Just answer which one you would choose and propose your own question (about anything).

You're going to be mangled in a terrible car accident.  Which limbs would you rather lose?
-Both of your legs
-Both of your arms
You are going to lose the pair, whichever one you pick.

Axiom- I'd choose my legs.  I think you can do so much more with your arms.
Revan- I'd choose to lose my legs because you could use your arms as legs, but you can't use your feet/legs as arms/hands.

Axiom-Mildly disturbed.
Revan-Very mildly disturbed.

Your turn. Answer these questions and post your own questions (about anything) for the next person to come along and answer.

-Axiom

Everyone has heard of Koko, the talking gorilla. She uses sign language to communicate with human beings. What everyone doesn't know is that Koko appears to have a nipple fetish. Yes, you read that right.

Three former caretakers of Koko (all female), are filing a lawsuit against The Gorilla Foundation, saying they were ordered to flash Koko to "satisfy a simian nipple fetish." The Foundation president Penny Patterson is reported as having once said,"Koko, you see my nipples all the time. You are probably bored with my nipples. You need to see new nipples." Patterson, needless to say, is not one of the ones suing the Foundation.

Among the charges are also sexual discrimination, wrongful termination and failure to pay overtime or provide rest breaks. The Gorilla Foundation denies everything and if you look on their site, koko.org, they don't even mention the flashing charges, which leads me to believe that they are true....

Among the evidence is this conversation:

PENNY: Hey, Cutie. (Penny swivels Koko's chair around so they face each other.) Let me explain what we're doing.

KOKO: Fine.

PENNY: We're going to be on the phone with a lot of people who are going to ask us questions . . .

KOKO: Nipple.

AOL: Question: Do you like to chat with other people?

PENNY: Koko, do you like to talk to people?

KOKO: Fine nipple.

PENNY: Yes, that was her answer. "Nipple" rhymes with "people," Okay? She doesn't sign "people" per se, so she may be trying to do a "sounds like . . ." but she indicated it was "fine."

AOL: Tell us about the Maui preserve, what you're hoping to do?

KOKO: Mouth give-me. (Indicating food Penny is taking from her pocket.)

PENNY: Our dream is to establish a preserve on 70 acres of . . .

KOKO: Give-me.

PENNY: . . . land donated on West Maui by Maui Land & Pineapple . . .

KOKO: Me.

PENNY: . . . Company . . .

KOKO: This nipple.

PENNY: This is something I'm talking about, but it hasn't happened. And the reason we haven't been able to make it happen yet is . . .

KOKO: Give-me.

PENNY: . . . that we're trying very hard to raise the money that it will take to build the preserve and make it habitable for them. That's going to take about $7-million, and we're less than half way there. So we're hoping that corporations, the public at large, foundations will help us with that project. And we are now approaching them and asking, so we're asking here, too.

KOKO: Hurry give-me mouth nipple.

So you see what they mean...

This is 100% true.  No one could possibly make something this funny up....-Axiom

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-Revan

Well two posts yesterday = one lame post today.

Ahhhhh....today I explain that weird header up there. Obviously, we've got the name, "Random Rants" and "Darksaber." Next is the spark, which is meaningless but looks cool. I got it from visualparadox.com, a great wallpaper site.

The idea of the header was to put up symbols that were meaningful to each of us. The right side is mine, and the left side is Axiom's. On my side, we've got Sonic as he appears in Sonic Heroes, to symbolize video games, then comes the cover of Alan Parson's A Valid Path to represent my taste in music, and finally we have an awesome TIE Interceptor to represent Star Wars, which takes up most of my life with graphic novels, books, movies, and games.

On Axiom's side we see running shoes and... a picture of a famous runner, showing the sort of multi-faceted mind he has... I've got a lot more on my mind than Revan would have you know... -Axiom

The black background symbolizes the darkness that we both hold in our hearts, waiting for our turn at world domination and the dimensions symbolize how "800" and "128" are our favorite numbers.

-Revan

In response to Axiom's post (on his own blog) about his little spacecraft dream, I am writing this. Earlier today, I made the mistake of mentioning that I would have a few inhibitions about posting my dreams, mainly because, as I said, they were "too X-rated." Actually what I should have said, but didn't, was that they were too disturbing, especially considering the innocence of his little Star Wars reverie. I haven't had a dream like that in many months.

Take last night's dream, for example.Sure, it started out innocent enough, but that's not how it ended. As best I can recall, the basic synopsis was that I was part of a group of kids (randomly generated) living in a dome-shaped shelter, traveling to various places around the world, all of which were secretly much evil than the others surmised. A bus took the lot of us to India, where I new existed the "death pits." The death pits were what turned this dream sour. Basically the Indians would throw babies (their babies, your babies, anyone's babies) into these spiked pits, an d then proceed to shoot them. While everyone else was sightseeing, I stumbled across an area littered with these pits, not realizing what they were. Out of nowhere came these babies, arcing through the air and landing in the pits. Before they reached the ground, of course, they were riddled with bullets...

One Indian -the "Indians" were really white people in white robes, but were nonetheless labeled as "Indians" by my mind-  began pointing people out to be shot by other Indians...I was paralyzed by fear and that is all I can remember of the dream.

Movin on! I've noticed that when I wake up, say, twenty minutes before my alarm goes off and then fall back asleep, I start dreaming instantly. And when I wake up three minutes later, it feels like I was dreaming for half an hour. Does this happen to anyone else?

I hope to make "DreamSense" a recurring column in Random Rants. I also hope Axiom will start posting here again, instead of in his many spinoff blogs.

-Revan

Slow news day today. Thought I'd just review a random movie. I've dont mostly good reviews and one bad one (Hulk) so today I am doing an "average" one.

Hidalgo-The most average movie I have ever seen. It's the story of a man(Viggo Mortenson) and his horse, in an endurance race in the Arabian desert. Along the way, he battles sandstorms, castrators, and foils a kidnapping plot.

You can't get too excited about Hidalgo. When you're watching it, it feels like the makers didn't try very hard, and it isn't presented as anything special. At the start, we learn that Viggo is part Indian and has witnessed a few atrocities like Wounded Knee. This has nothing to do with the rest of the movie, but that's what happens when you base something on a true story. He travels to Arabia to join the race as the only Westerner. Some princess is captured and in the middle of the race Viggo sets out to rescue her....

Perhaps this movie would best be enjoyed by horse lovers, because it sure didn't do much for me. The most entertaining scene is easily when the Arab king suspects Viggo has been with his daughter, and decides to castrate him. This provides more suspense and intensity then the race itself as Viggo is tied to a pole and attempts to defend his nuts.

Altogether, this movie of course gets a 5.

-Revan

My turn.

The movie I will be reviewing is In Good Company.  This movie was soo dull, that I've already forgoten who was in it and i've totally forgoten the plot.. o thats right, THERE WAS NO PLOT.

This movie had no story at all.  If you asked me to tell you, I'd say it was about a huy trying not to lose his job, fighting against no one and going through no troubles.  Sounds like an episode of Seinfeld.  I should have been so lucky..

See, Seinfeld is a great show.  It has absolutely no point and no plot, and the characters are so despicable that you love them.  It's hilarious.  This movie however, had nothing.  It tried to be funny, but trying to be funny and actually producing humor are to vastly different ideas.

Basically, at the begining of the movie, you are waiting for something big to happen; in the middle your waiting for anything important to happen; towards the end, you're waiting for it to be over, and cursing the loss of your 5 bucks to this pathetic excuse for a romantic comedy that Hollywood managed to crap out...and still nothing has happened..

Due to its lack of comedic impact, poor plot, unneccessary lenght, and pathetic overall feel, In Good Company earns a solid 3 out of ten.  I'd rather shave with a steak knife than watch this again.

-Axiom

Worst superhero movie by far, that I've seen, is Hulk. If you haven't seen it, don't. You aren't introduced to the villain until at least the second hour and even then, through the miracle of bad writing, you don't really know if he's good or evil. The final fight lasts maybe two minutes, and the whole time you will be wondering,"what the hell is going on?" The movie jumps back in forth over Bruce's problems with himself, his dad, and the military.

All this would be tolerable, but for two things. One is the way they show four things happening at once in different windows, like in 24. This pisses me off. I can barely concentrate on their mundane movie; I'm not gonna kill myself watching it four ways at once. Also, nothing is ever really going on when they do this. It's always,"Well, everyone's still doing what you thought they were doing. We just thought you should know." The second thing that ruins this movie is the ending. Ordinarily I don't like to spoil anything,but you shouldn't be watching this anyway. So... everyone thinks Bruce is dead, but it turns out-brace yourself-he's not. No, he's in the South American jungle, and he's telling some criminal (in Spanish) "you won't like me when I'm angry." It is more funny than anything else, but still lame.

Hulk gets a 4 out of ten.

 -Revan

Lets see.. least favorite/most hated superhero movie..easy

Van Helsing.

Now, I don't consider him a "super" hero but in the movie he is a hero..so.. yeah. Generally the movie sucked. The plot could've been taken so much deeper than the shallow venture they made. With the imaginative weaponry and supposedly skillful combat of Vanhelsing, the fight scenes should have been longer, more captiating, and more impressive. Instead, they were short, predictable and unsatisfying.

Also, I was dissapointed in the graphics. The Matrix Revolutions came out before this movie and had better graphics. Characters like Hyde were unexpectedly choppy in rather simple scenes. Something just wasn't clicking with the graphics.

Score: 5/10

-Axiom

Okay, so what I was going to do after we determined who my and Axiom's favorite heroes were was to argue over who would win in the fight, but we inadvertantly picked the same guy, Batman (while Axiom also picked Underdog). I knew the fight would turn out something like this:

Batman vs. Batman and Underdog.

Batman starts the fight by spraying Underdog, who yips and runs away. Batman punches Batman. Batman kicks Batman in the groin. Batman laughs, because Batman knows that Batman is wearing anti-groin-kick armor. Batman throws a Bat-a-rang. Batman catches the Bat-a-rang. Batman slaps Batman. Batman slaps Batman. Batman activates Batman-killing-device. Batman was wise to activate his anti-Batman-killing-devic e and deflects the Batman-killing-device back at Batman, who has not activated an anti-Batman-killing-devic e. Batman is killed. Batman stands over Batman and laughs maniacally. Winner: Batman!

.....I concure...

So, anyway, back to the subject by which I named this post. My favorite superhero movie. It's Batman if you haven't already guessed. Batman just barely edges out Batman Forever, mainly because in Batman it's about his origin, and also Michael Keaton just makes a better Batman than Val Kilmer. Just an overall great movie, with Jack Nicholson as The Joker being everything he should be. Great plot, great characters. One of the best things about Batman movies is the atmosphere. It's just so surreal. Batman gets a 9 in my book.

My favorite superhero movie is Spiderman II.  It definatly has the best graphics and the best stunts of any movie, plus a strong plot line.  The only down side to it is that on occassion the script was way corny.. but that happens.  It's an 8 out of 10 on my scale.

We've already established how we'd like to go from this earth, but what will become of your remains?  A newspaper article alerted me to the startling number of options available to what's left of you.

Those of us that would choose to fall many miles before hitting the earth (like I did) probably wouldn't have an open-casket funeral, and cremation would be the best option.  All of the new ideas have to do with "postcremation." Here they are:

1. You could be diamonds!- I've known about this one for years.  Mainly they compress your ashes to make precious gems.  I don't know what kind of person wants to wear the remains of their loved ones, but they do look pretty good in the pictures.

2.Fireworks- I was slightly dissapointed with this one.  You get the idea that it's the ashes themselves that are producing the color, but it's really just that the remains are packed in the same rocket as the standard fireworks powder.  In this way, you can really "go out with a bang." (I'm sorry but I had to make that joke.)

3.Orbit-Only a few of these have been done.  What they do is pack a bunch of containers full of ash (each from a different person) into a rocket and launch it into orbit around the Earth.  Of course, sometimes it fails and the rocket crashes into the ocean, but that is hardly the point.

4. Coral Reef- I thought this was creative.  Concrete mixes with ashes to form artificial reefs in the sea.

5. Golf- If you really love golf (like Axiom), you can pour your remains (or rather someone else can do it, because you're dead) into a cup at a putting green.  These special cups are built over ossuaries, and have a small hole at the bottom so ashes can be added, but the ball won't fall through. This allows loved ones to have a more enjoyable experience when visiting you, or extreme mental anguish if they hate golf, as they should.

Needless to say, each of these costs thousands of dollars a pop, but if you want to go cheap, just ask to have yourself wrapped in newspaper and tossed in a dumpster. Free of charge! (if you steal the newspaper)

-Revan

I would deffinatly want to become a diamond.  Although orbiting around the earth sounds cool.. I guess the best way to put it is: The World is Not Enough but Diamonds are Forever (...I like 007 movies..)

-Axiom

The topic for the week (yes, the week. We're already running out of ideas) is superheroes. We'll discuss which is your favorite superhero, who could beat who, review a few superhero movies and preview those about to be released.

Question for today: Who is your favorite superhero?

Batman, no question. Unlike most superheroes, Batman didn't just stumble upon his powers. In fact, he doesn't have any powers. He became a hero not by chance, but because he felt he needed to, to prevent the kind of tragedy that happened to him from ever happening to anyone else. Batman uses his intelligence and ingenius inventions to battle villains that are also of a greater complexity than of other heroes' worlds.  I prefer the four recent Batman movies (Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, and ,yes, even Batman & Robin) over the hugely popular Spiderman and X-men series. The Batman movie of the '60s was also surprisingly good and funny.

Batman is also my favorite... Mostly cause he's a self-made man.  He didn't just gain his power by some freak run in with a bug (Spiderman), he wasn't granted powers by a humanoid alien race (Green Lantern), his "powers" aren't absured (like Stretch), and he isn't an alien himself, from a race where super-human abilities are normal.  I'm not saying I dislike the others, I just prefer batman for the reasons above. 

*Underdog is deffinatly tied for first, just cause I grew up watching Underdog.  Disguised as the lovable shoeshine boy... "There's need to fear! Underdog is here!"  "The secret compartment of my ring I fill with an Underdog Super Energy Pill!"
What a great show...

Most hated superhero?

What I hate the most is when "they" keep creating spin-offs of the original character, like Spider-Boy or Supergirl. Aside from that I don't really "hate" any one hero, most of the stories are actually quite good. Oh, and the crapped-out movies for the less popular heroes suck too, like Daredevil, Catwoman, and Elektra.

My least favorite hero is the incredible Hulk. Big, green, and mean... and he doesn't even have controll of when he becomes the Hulk..
I.. have nothing more to say on this topic..

-Revan and Axiom

Axiom and Revan here.

Lets face it:  we're all gonna die some day; If you had the choice, how would you die?

I don't want to die of old age, and I don't want to die of some sickness or disease or plague.  When I die, I'd prefer that it was for a cause.  I don't care how; gunshot, being run over, falling off a cliff, being pushed off a cliff, stabbed, strangled, hung, drowned, frozen to death, starved, cooked alive, burried alive, suffocated, etc.

If I had my choice between those, I'd pick either gunshot, or falling/pushed off a cliff, cause it would be fast and relatively painless compared to some of the others.

Now, for Revan I picture a gruesome death.  He's gonna be about 75, and on vacation at Universal studios.  On the Jaws ride, he'll have a heart attack and fall over the edge of the boat, right into the mouth of the waiting mechanical killer shark.  But it wasn't the bite or the heart attack that got him.  The machine tugged him underwater and into the boat shack.  Yeah, the one that explodes.  The end.

-Axiom

Me, my worst death would be cooked alive in an oven, or eaten by sharks in the middle of the ocean. This way it combines two fears at once:claustrophobia and heat, and the wide expanseless ocean and sharks.

Here's my preferred death- skydiving from miles up in the atmosphere and just hitting the ground. That would be painless and rather fun, not that I am actually going to do it.

For Axiom, I imagine him running his last high school cross country race (he's a runner), and finally, after all this time, he's winning.  Yes! The end's in sight and no one's around him for miles.  But wait- the ribbon across the finish line is made of razor wire! Nooooooooo.... Axiom wins at last, but is severed in two.  His upper body watches as his legs run on, finally smacking into someone and falling down, just as his vision falls into endless black....

Axiom: Why do I die young in that story?

I hope that wasn't overly disturbing.

-Revan