Axiom's 2nd Story
She took a long draw from her cigarette and crushed it out on the dashboard. Its fiery red embers joined those of three other still-warm buds. She pursed her lips and let the smoke seep out in a grayish stream. The shapeless form remained only for a moment before spreading and further burning her eyes and hazing her vision. Finally content with the foul, scorched fragrance, she opened her driver side door and stepped out of the car.
As she stood up she was startled, only for a moment, by the sharp crash of glass. She'd forgotten about the bottle in her hand. It shattered into jagged pieces on the edge of the highway. The shards shimmered from the headlights of a passing car and glowed dimly with reflections of the moon. They threw light here and there, and it fell upon her elegant red dress. Her makeup had run down her face, drawing the appearance of ghostly shadows. She looked at herself in the car's mirror. Tonight her rich black hair had taken on a fried, unhealthy attitude.
She kicked off her heals and waited, watching the road. She knew he wasn't more than a few more minutes behind her. They'd left the party only moments after one another. His little black car should be visible from at least a mile away soon. There seem to be no cars left on the road.
Her senses seemed to be leaving to her. Emotion had taken the last of what sense she had left. She opened the car door and reached into the dashboard. From it she pulled two 12 gauge shotgun shells.
She sat on the asphalt and played with her shells, rolling them on the ground one way, then back the other. Picking them up, she balanced them one on top of the other in her hands. Finally she rested them on the road, laid down and stared blankly at her two new toys.
Headlights on the horizon. She recognized his car easily. She'd seen it countless times before. She moved swiftly, but without any vibrance or zeal. From the back seat she withdrew her husband's double barrel shotgun. The rest she had prepared to a point of calm, collected absolution. She slid the shells in the breach, and cocked the firearm. She held it vertically against her chest as she walked into the middle of the lane. She turned so her back faced the oncoming car. He’d have to stop.
The headlights were getting brighter. Brakes squealed angrily, reacting to the car’s sudden arrest. A moment later and he had recognized her. Car in park, he opened his door and stepped out. One, two, three cautious steps forward. They were only a handful of yards apart now.
His car lights cast his shadow right next to her. Seeing it, she turned abruptly. She couldn't make out his face but his silhouette was enough. She took a moment to remember what he looked like.
She wasn't ready for the force of the recoil. The gun butt caught her square in the chest. It took her breath away for a moment and she fell to the street. Her ears were ringing. Looking up at the moon, she caught her breath.
She stood up, picked up the gun and bent over to look down the barrels. One was still smoking. She cocked the gun and put the butt against the road, and slid her toes in against the trigger. She took a moment to remember what he looked like. Her foot was forced down, and she let the second barrel take what little was left.
Well? What do you think? Any good? Bad? Commets are loved.
-Axiom
Axiom's First Short Story
They cut the phone lines before I could finish telling her why.
Two words in to my "I love you" she was taken away from me with the slice of a wire. I knew I'd never get another chance.
Looking down from the fifth floor I could see them gather.
It's late now. The dim yellow light of the one room apartment is all that's left for me. It won’t be long before they cut the power too.
I didn't want to kill him.
I had to.
His body lay in such an inhuman position that I couldn't bare the site of my own handiwork. Why did he get in my way?
Nothing else stood between my love and I. It's a pity this was the only way I could make her see.
I wish she hadn't cried when I told her. That would've made our talk shorter. I could've told her why I did it and I know she'd love me the same then... like she loved him before. If she hadn't cried we'd already be on our way out of town, if I'd had my way. Far away from town.
I didn't want to kill him.
Something warm runs between my toes. A stretch of blood is reaching out to me. Not a flinch, not a shiver do I bother to expend in reaction. What's the point of feeling now? What's the point of emotion now?
From out the window blares a voice. A calm, stern voice. I don't know what it said. No, that's not it. I don't care what it said.
I look over again at my accomplishment. He's mocking me now. Staring back from a peaceful death. He's better off than me.
I didn't want to kill him.
Then it was black. Pitch black. They'd cut the power. I moved to the door, believing there might still be light in the halls. Before my hand reached to turn the knob, they'd broken it down. It slammed to my feet, but I didn't hear it hit. I was wrong; there was no light in the hall. I didn’t care.
I think I caught them off guard for a moment, standing right there with my arm outstretched. I started to run. Not for a weapon, not to get out. I ran towards the window. It was gently outlined by flashing reds, blues, and whites. I don't know why I ran.
I didn't want to kill him.
I'd made it two strides when the first round hit. I hadn’t heard it coming. My arm went limp. I can keep going; it's just flesh. The second slug pierced my heart. Why stop for that? It was already shattered. Two more steps and I was at the windowsill. I leaned out and yelled, "I didn't want to kill him," but I was the only one that could hear it.
The third and final round clipped my shoulder. I was already numb. It didn't faze me. Instead I let it help me out the window. Five stories go by like a lifetime.
I didn't want to kill him.
Well? What do you think? Any good? Bad? Commets are loved. (did I already show these??)
-Axiom
Short Story #1- Duel
Duel
I sat there perturbed, drumming my fingers on the side of the couch. The guy at Papa John's said my pizza would arrive after thirty minutes, and by now it was reaching into the fifties. They had my name in the system; they knew who I was, where I lived, how many of their employees I've bumped off. You'd think I was doing them a favor; after all, newbies get paid far less than the experienced drivers. At last the tell-tale headlights shone through the windows of my house, outlining my silhouette against the back wall. The pizza was here, and that meant one thing: showtime! As the slam of a car door echoed inside my head, I--though hopped-up on adrenaline--calmly picked myself up off the couch and walked to the front door, money in hand. The doorbell rang, and a gruff voice called out,"Your pizza's here!" I swung open the door, and there we stood, staring at each other. Somehow he found the strength to withstand my glare and even refrained from backing up a step. With my two boxes of sweet, sweet pizza balancing on his left hand, he rubbed his thumb and first two fingers of his right hand together, the universal gesture for, "Money! At once!"
"Give me the money," he growled,"And I'll give you the pizza."
"Give me the pizza," I intoned,"And I'll give you the money."
He paused and sized me up, noticing the two bulges in my new, as yet unstained slacks. One of them was my gun, and one of them was not my gun, if you get my collective drift. It was my knife. As for the deliveryman, he displayed his piece--a snub-nosed silver .38--prominently on his left hip, oddly out of reach of his free hand. Trying to provoke a reaction out of the guy, I flicked my eyes up to the overhang, as if to examine the cobwebs. In one fluid motion, he launched the boxes of pizza at my head and reached across his waist with his right hand to unholster the gun. I instinctively ducked, and my left hand darted into my pocket to retrieve my gun as my right let go of the cash in question. The deliveryman fired first, but I spun clockwise and the bullet sailed past, unhindered by my flesh. This movement caused my own shot to imbed in the outside wall of my house, instead of in the intended target of the deliveryman's skull. With the initial volley over, I rose back to my full height. We stood eyeing each other for the second time tonight, this time each with an arm outstretched and a gun pointed between the other's eyes.
It is often said that when staring down the barrel of a gun you see nothing else, entranced by the prospect of your own death. I'd relied on this maxim before, and prepared to take advantage of it again. I smiled as my right hand slid into my slacks and gripped the knife there, knowing full well the deliveryman would not see or remember the grin in the short remainder of his life. He remained still while I removed the blade from my pocket. I slowly drew my knife arm back, as if it were a catapult. All at once my arm snapped forward, and the knife flew faithfully to the deliveryman's throat. Shocked and transfixed by the blood spewing from his neck, the deliveryman gawked at the offending hand of mine, and, after a time, collapsed to the ground.
I lowered my gun and bent down to rifle through his pockets. Seizing his keys, I stepped over his now-still body and proceeded to his car. Throwing open the side door, I gathered the pizza intended for his other customers and returned to my living room. Falling back on my couch, I took a bite of my delicious pizza and savored the flare of taste as the ingenious mixture of crust, sauce, and cheese danced on my tongue.
La FinWell, how do you like it? This story was inspired by the last time I ordered pizza. When the pizza guy came to the door. I expected him to hand it over and then I'd give him the money while taking it. Well, he didn't offer the pizza right away and there was an awkward stillness for a few seconds before I finally gave him the money. Anyway I got to thinking about that incident and how it seemed so similar to an old western duel, and I thought,"Wouldn't it be funny if.....?" And so "Duel" began....
-Revan
Random Vegetarian Rant
Question: How do vegetarians feel about animals eating other animals? I've been thinking about this lately, and I'd thought I'd post about it. Surely if people are killing animals and eating them is bad, it must be the same for other animals. Or is it that since we are human and can reason, we should know not to eat animals? And what if we did stop eating animals? Wouldn't all cows die off in the blink of an eye? No one's gonna bother to farm them, and whoever heard of coming across a cow in the wild? And what's with how some vegetarians eat seafood? Is something less deserving of life just because it lives underwater and is ugly? And why are animals so high and mighty compared to plants anyway? Is it because plants do not have a brain, don't have the same organs we do, or can't feel pain? Isn't that like saying it's less of an offense to kill a kid if he's retarded? And what about plants that eat animals, like venus fly traps? How do vegetarians feel about those?
And what's with how some people get grossed out by hot dogs, by how they're made of all the "spare parts" of animals? They taste good, and look nothing like whatever they came from. And aren't these people who get grossed out over hot dogs the same ones who keep praising the (American) Indians for using "every part of the buffalo"?
Whew. I guess I'm done here. I'd like Axiom to add to the rant though.
-Revan
How to kill a salesman
Dear Friend, After going through your profile on this site i have the desire to contact you for something important i will like you to be part of to me. You can send me an email to my private email address as soon as i recieve your mail and will reply with full details and also wait for your anwser.Please Here is my private email address ( m_v_nenita2006@yahoo.com.ph ) Madam Villaran Nenita. ----------------- You are a freak of nature running with wires as your veins. No talent, no skill, no persuasion ability from here to china. Keep your face off this screen and drop the keyboard. Surrender to real life and give up your pathetic internet-based lifeless experiences. Take a step, get off your chair (if you can lift your weight) and venture outside. Don't blind yourslef. That's the sun. Best wishes, Axiom
Well, there you saw it all. I can't think of anything else to post today, so there it is. I <3 my blog! >-Axiom
Major Money Mess?
United States money used to be backed by gold, entirely. Now, and of course for a while, all of our money is not supported under gold. A lot of it.
The only thing I see that is going on now is a decent, solid economy. Now I haven't read a single thing about it and I have never heard any news about it, so mostly I'm assuming that that is the case. In my mind I believe we are lucky for how our money is holding out.
One of the best ways I heard of to balance out the cash involves very very big/expensive/generous government bonds purchased by anyone, but I believe most likely people that have money to throw at it. As long as that can continue and hold together I see where our feet have been firmly placed on the ground.
Now all this could all be in my head or I've got a decent perception of economy. I believe there may be a tremor somewhere in our future, unless the current system is able to continue and will never overflow.
Of course, I'm 18 and I probably have no idea what I'm talking about, so I'd appreciate a few helpful/corrective posts and/or tmails. Mostly these are just my loose thoughts of things that I'm virtually uninvolved with and completely unprepared for, be it a problem or the state we are in now. I just know nothing about it. I'll be learning soon.
-Axiom
Bloggin about Bloggin
Time to blog about tblog! After being back for about a month or so, Random Rants, attained 76th on the hot blogs list, then proceeded to fall like a rock (I attribute this mainly to Axiom's posting a picture of himself). It hasn't been up since. Oh well. It could have been worse. Axiom and I could have been tied to a chair and beaten with sticks.
Next paragraph! The "new look" for tblog. Frankly I barely noticed it. For a while you couldn't specifically reply to comments and that was bad, but now even if you do, if yours was the comment that someone replied to, you are not notified of the reply, and it would be nice if you were (I see now that they're working on that)...I like that they're offering more templates, but most of them suck. Also for some reason tfriends are only added to your tfriends if you're the one who sent the request; if you accepted it they don't show up as your tfriend.
tmatches! I just tried out this feature, so I'll judge the top three. Let's see here...jasr001! My number one tmatch, and it is entirely blank except for one post with nothing in it but the heading, which states,"Batman." Quite frankly, I find that hilarious. Is tblog insulting my blog? Whatever. Match two--upsurgeon! Only three posts here, one of them about Batman Begins. Hmmm... I'm beginning to see a pattern here...Match three--Brogonzo! On his home page, gonzo insults both Ann Coulter and Star Wars, and this is supposed to be a match?!? No batman in sight but I'm not gonna search his twenty archives pages. So overall tmatches are good for a laugh or two, but I wasn't expecting much I guess.
-Revan
Books
The only problem is that school has stopped me from reading. Since I'm forced into a book that I'm not interested in, it takes away the joy.
But, now that I'm leaving high school soon, I'm starting to enjoy reading again.
I'll enjoy any kind, as long as I pick one. Any Suggestiong? I'd love to see some.
I'm reading right now "Nightfall" by Isaac Asimov. Very scientific, in a slightly over-the-top way, since it's not refering to earth. his imagination is free to inventing that technology.
I'm not very far through yet, but the general idea is: the planet in the story has 6 suns; they've never had a moment of darkness; at least one sun is supposed to be visible constantly the planet rotates and travels, of course); There is apparently a calculated day in which there will be darkness, and how will the people react?
Once I get through this I'll give you another post about it, and what book I'll move on to.
-Axiom
About Poetry
A lot of people ask me," That is such good poetry. Where do you get your ideas? And how can I write like that?" Okay, no one asks me this. They mostly say,"That's a cute dog you have there" and I say,"Indeed it is," or, if I am in a particularly downcast mood, I just glare at them, and eventually they take out a restraining order on me (that was humor, do not be alarmed). So...what was this post about again? Oh, yes. Poetry. Most of the poetry I see here on tblog and that I used to write myself, has a very simple rhyme structure, and tends to be about how much the writer's life sucks. Like so:
My Life
There is no doubt
That my life sucks
I like to bite the heads
Off ducks
The difference is that this one is also humorous. I have two main ways of coming up with poetry. One is to think of an idea, say, "my life sucks" and then to think of something abstract that can represent that idea in an original way. The second way is a reverse of the first: I come up with something abstract, say, "giraffes" and then think of what ideas could be embodied by those same giraffes. It is also a good idea to vary your rhyme structure and sometimes not rhyme at all. Like so:
The Sad Giraffe
The wind blows
The giraffe does not sway
He contemplates the watering hole
And the crocodiles surely waiting there
And comes to the conclusion:
All ducks must die immediately!
Was that good or what? Eh?
-Revan
How it goes
By Axiom
How it goes
Cowards live with nothing
Bravery brings what you want
Shakespear caught the diamond of life
He shined it into letters and words
People could understand it
"Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once"
Bring yourself together
No one else is responsible
Pick yourself off the ground
Brush off the dust and let a failure do nothing but teach
Carefull with where you go with life
Plan it well and follow your own advice
Once you've got it, don't stop
Everyone must build themselves
What you build may grow high or fall low
Know what you've done
Be proud if you've given effort
Whether it works or not
Sorrow will come from your self denials
You stayed away from you own goals
The only one responsible for the mistake is you
Accidents will come
The could make or break you
Don't let one beat you
Fight it untill you win or you die
If life is what you want you have to fight for it
The days will end and you'll look back
You'll see what you did and what you didn't
Remorse and tears followed by smiles and fun
You have to accept whatever you have done
Don't count the days
don't wish them away
Let days be long
Short days blow away
Live your life now and forever
When you pass, you'll be at peace
Well, that's all there is to it right now. It may be kinda long, but I kept going once I started. Any comments are welcome, but be prepared for our responses. Anything that makes sense in any direction, good or bad about this post will be welcome.
-Axiom
Valentine's day does not deserve to Exist
Holidays associated to religions are imoprtant of course. St. Patrick's day has no problems attacked because its all just for fun,and I guess I'm forgeting some days because I'm jsut rambling on.
Valentine's day exists for St. Valentine. I unerstand that. BUT the way it is used is disgusting. First of all, about three quarters of the society I've observed over the year are unhappy on Valentine's day. They are not angry, just dissapointed.
Parents and grandparents are easy to satisfy. They don't require anything from their children, but its nice to give them something.
Valentine's day for me has never held importance. It's held small failures, because it seems that's all I'm capable of with women, but they aren't a big deal. No thanks giving day has brought me a special joy. Luckily, I'm never sad about them. I'm a laid back guy.
Valentine's day exists for women. It has to. The day was not created for them, it was created for the whole world. But, the seems to carry a leash over men that are involved or interested with them. On these days, the leash is tugged hard to "make" one obey. There is no physical force to make men, but we all probably feel the consequences if we don't meet the requirements.
Everyone in the world should be able to exist happily without ONE day to be kind and polite to everyone. This should be regular life, and often can be. Why do we need a day to push it to the next level once a year?
Now, as long as I'm thinking straight, I believe that we men do not require or even truely desire any gifts, cards, or anything at all. Of course if recieve one we are greatful, and it probably adds a piece to your day, but I feel It's not neccessary.
People should think about making people they care about happy and life would go well that day. If someone is down, a simple card, or some chocolate can raise the spirits. It should be able to occure whenever we'd like during the entire year, and sometimes it might for some people. The way to appreciate someone to to be able to show how you feel whenever you'd like, or whenever you think it may help things get better. Valentine's day brings everything I've just mentioned to a lot of people, but can you imagine the joy it could bring over the whole year?
My last point is that this day is hard on some and great for others. Whether you are given something for Valentine's day or not, you should still be content with your life. Everything that happens on Valentine's day should be considered, and taken up as, everyday life.
Well, that's all I've got for now....
-Axiom
The Case for Faith
I think if you are serious about your faith in Christ, your atheism, or your faith in any religion, you should check up on the facts or investigate, so to speak. Too many (all of them) atheists pass off religion for the cheapest of excuses, and too many Christians are unable to answer serious questions regarding Christianity, not for a lack of faith, but because they have never considered them (the questions). A good starting point for this for Christians--and also those atheists who are willing to challenge their lack of faith--is Lee Strobel's The Case for Faith. The Case for Faith began when Strobel, at the time an atheist, decided to interview various experts in theology and science about the facts regarding Christianity. This led to his conversion to Christianity and his first book on the subject, The Case for Christ, which is mainly about the historical evidence of God and His Son. Faith deals with several objections to Christianity, including "If evil and suffering exist, a loving God cannot" and "It's offensive to claim Jesus is the only way to God". It also tackles the subject of historical evidence, so while Christ is a good read most of the content is summarized in Faith. Bottom line: good book; read it.
I would also like to answer some questions, maybe paraphrase Strobel's points and add my own, in later posts. For now I'd like to discuss atheism. Atheists have a variety of excuses for their lack of faith, and one of them is that since there are so many religions, they all must be wrong. Now, it is interesting to note that they do not take up this attitude with anything else. When one says,"2+2=3," another says,"2+2=4," and a third that, "2+2=5," we do not assume that an answer to the profound question of,"What is two plus two" cannot be found. No, we rebuke persons one and three for being idiots and acknowledge that person two is correct. Similarly, in a court case (at least in the US) there are always two sides--prosecution and defense. One claims "guilty" to be the truth, the other claims "innocence." Thankfully, jurys weigh the evidence instead of sitting there and saying, "Gosh, they must cancel each other out!" So, as stated above, I would encourage you atheists to actively search out the truth, and The Case for Faith is a great way to start. I would also caution against coming to a premature answer, like those who are like, "Darwin says people came from monkeys, so that's good enough for me!" But evolution is another post for another time...(and is, by the way, discussed in The Case for Faith)
-Revan
Poem #5- Lobsters
Ah, the premier of another poem of mine. The last one, "Revanland," was about how it is easy and beneficial to get to know be, but no one bothers. Ironically, no one commented on it. If you wish to remedy this, you can find it in the January 2006 archives. Without further adieu, here is "Lobsters."
Lobsters
As the battle confines me
One heat-seeker finds me
And the decking starts falling away
Waves cannot support me
Liquid tension quickly fails
I land among lobsters
Who seem content without avail
My frantic thrashing does little
To stir this partying bunch
One, finally, lends his attention
I had, after all, spilled his punch
I ask him, "Why the apathy?
Don't you see the battle above?"
He says, "Why bother with that plane?
It's the pleasure we love"
"The object here," the lobster says,
"Is whatever feels right.
My advice to you, my drowning friend:
Do a little dance, Fake a little love
Get down tonight!"
Soon more bodies join me, and
As the darkness confines me
One last image finds me:
The lobsters still dancing away
-Revan
Valentine's Day sucks
Valentine's Day is coming up, meaning the timing of millions of guys will be thrown off horrendously. I for one do not plan on making any "moves" on the fourteenth, but you never know. Considering it's the last semester of senior year, I am feeling rushed enough as it is, having only a few months left before I am whisked away to a new arena and new possibilities...My "strategy" is to get to know the girl as a friend first and then slowly turn up the heat (this has worked one out of one times), and I would be unable to apply this strategy if,say, I sent a carnation out of the blue. Also, my school has this thing called "hush day" on Valentine's. Basically all the girls are given paper hearts, and if a guy can get them to talk to them the girl has to give him her heart. This gives them massive incentive to talk to other guys, as you might imagine. And by massive I mean none.
Anyway I recently learned that the current object of my desire wants to be a pilot. This is very odd, because...so do I! To add to the weird coincidences, I bumped into her thursday night. Apparently we go to the same campus at the same time for different math classes. She was able to figure out without provocation that I am also in her first period at the high school. So that is...good...but...not....good...enough...
-Revan
just for fun quote
"Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster."
— Oscar Goldman, from The Six Million Dollar Man
For some reason I just felt like finding this quote..... I like it....
-Axiom
Floods + dogs
First of all our office and my room flooded. Again. Twice, once last year. Luckily, my carpet was saved in the nick of time, by the office's was completely lost.
I got home from school in the middle of the rain storm. As the was, the ditches about 10 feet deep near our school/street were completely full. the drains at our school were spouting out water instead of taking it in. Water in front of my house on the gutter ran two feet past it. Our garage also flooded, but that's ok since there is no carpet their.
I walked into our office to get on the computer. I took a step in and as I was about to turn on the light, I landed in a sea of water that was an inch deep. And water was still coming in.
I could have been electricuted instantly. There are two computers in the room. Both of them have have a battery saver and big electic plug blocks. If any of them had been soaked into, the current would be throughout the entire room. Luckily they lived, along with me.
My room was not as bad. Water had just started to soak into the padding under my caroet under half of my room. All the stuff in my room and in the office had to be moves out into random spots around the house, and I couldn't use my bed. I slept on the sofa for two nights, and that wasn't so bad.
It took three days to fix my carpet, because the only way to get rid of the water was to get new carpet padding, and the only way to get rid of any mold/terrible smell was 8 bottles of Lysol. Anything in there alive died easily, I'm sure.
Well, I just felt like telling my little story 'cause I'm currently in school and I'm in my home room calss for 3 hours because the young little freshman and sophomores are taking their deadly FCAT tests. Well only the first part of it. They'll have three more days. (lucky for some of you, the FCAT is only hell for Florida) That's about all I've got to tell.
Don't worry! The next post of "101 Terrible Things to Eat" is coming soon for your pleasure. If you'd like we can return our original "101 Creative Ways to Kill Yourself" for a great laugh. I love that list.
I'll be back later.
-Axiom
Super Bowl Aftermath
OK back to the Super bowl. Not much to say about it really...That one Steelers touchdown was cheap; the ball clearly never crossed the line, and if it did it was by a millimeter or so. Also the refs clearly had it in for the Seahawks... Did anyone notice at halftime how the Stones had a back-up guitarist that was black that the cameras did everything possible to not show? That was weird...
Also, I'll get Axiom to explain that "black eye" of his. That's always the first thing people ask about him.
-Revan
Super Bowl XL
Superbowl XL will be played today, barring a freak volcanic eruption in Detroit or some other cataclysm that accomplishes the same. As you know, or as you will know by the time you are through reading this sentence, I am vehemently against the fanaticism that revolves around professional sports--the beer drinking, the neglect of family, the staking of one's happiness in the abilities of strangers to relocate an elliptical ball, etc. Regardless, I will be watching today's game and here's why: Firstly, it is a great opportunity to consume large amounts of pizza. There's no kidding around here; I love my pizza and the true battle today will be between Pizza Hut and Papa John's, not Pittsburgh and Seattle. Secondly, I've got an assignment from my International Business Systems class, and I have no idea how seriously I should take it. Thirdly, my mom thinks I'm strange enough as it is for my "meh" attitude towards sports, and as it is "tradition," I might as well alleviate some of her worries by sitting down and watching one measly game. I will probably be reporting more on this sorry state of festivities tomorrow, barring of course a freak earthquake that... okay I'm not doing this again.
-Revan
My Picture that has not been seen in over a year
Well, I know it's taken forever to finnaly release a picture to you all, but here is my favorite picture of myself of all time.
I'd like to know your true oppinions of it, if you'd like to make some comments.
-Axiom
Media Bashing No. 2
Yes, I've been rather hardened by the media, and they can do nothing to move me. Nothing! Muwahahaha. I used to think hundreds of people went missing every day, but the news only highlights one or two cases every other month. They think this is terrible, but in reality, six people going missing a year is GREAT compared to my previous assumptions. The real rate must be higher than that, and that raises other questions. Are these particular missing people of greater importance? Have they been testing these stories with focus groups to see which are more tragic? Why them?
When Tony Dungy's son died, the story made the front page of the St. Petersburg Times for several days. Why? What's the link here? Do we all personally know this guy? No, the link is that Dungy used to coach for the Tampa Bay Bucs. That's it. It did take place in Tampa (and it, by the way, was a suicide), but these things happen all the time. This just goes to show you how obsessed culture is with public figures, even obscure sports ones. If I committed suicide, how much space on the page would I get? Hmmm? Or did I not score enough touchdowns to be worthy of that honor? Message--who do we really care about here? The images on TV or the people at home?
And to Axiom's edit of the last bashing- I seem a little "extreme" because I don't pull any punches. Because we're always flooded with the media's view on things, and they throw a hissy fit anytime anyone says something remotely conservative, it seems like a victory just to get your point barely typed out. But they don't compromise, and neither do I.
-Revan
just a bit of fun: Girls + knives = creepy
Lizzy Borden took an axe
Gave her Mother fourty wacks
When she say what she had done
she gave her Father fourty one
Ah, lizzy Borden...
August fourth, 1892:
Lizzie Borden, age 32 claimed someone must have come into their house and murdered her Father. Soon after several people had come to help her deal with all and what not, she hadn't found her Mother yet. She asks two of her friends to find her on the second story. She was found dead.
June the next year, her trial began. It only lasted two weeks. At one point her Mother's and Father's decaying heads were brought into the trial for some use. She collapsed and fainted.
The jury was made completely of men. Their decision of her guilt or innocents took only 68 minutes. She was aquitted.
Unfortunatley of course, they did not have the neccesary technology to help prove her guilty. It could be believed as guilt or innocents, but that little song is famous everywhere.
Hope you enjoyed it if you never heard it 
I may be back later for some more great posts.
-Axiom
Girls + Knives = Creepy
Yesterday in AP Literature we read this story "Knife and Mother" about a girl who had wanted to kill herself and her mother since the age of five. As usual we (as in, many people, but not me) discussed it, and the responses were along the lines of,"I had to stop reading this for a minute because it seemed too much like my life" and,"That is SO me and my mom." Now, one would expect the response to that from the teacher to be,"You people need some serious therapy. Now. And I'm taking away your scissors." Instead, it was more along the lines of,"It's WONDERFUL when you relate to the work personally!" "Knife & Mother" wasn't completely a stab fest; there was some arguing going on between mother and daughter, but still...the main point was the raging homicidal desire. Needless to say, the students who professed the undying enmity between them and their mothers were all girls...
I swear, this class creeps me out.
-Revan
Examining the Jocks
The three groups with the most power would have to be football, baseball, and cross country.
Football: The football team is split in about two parts- the skilled positions and the lineman. Running backs are apparently a very gangster type thugs, who tend to be heavily cocky. They're not too bright and they *cough* spend their time inappropriately *cough*
The lineman tend to be a group of expectionally intelligent player, even though they may not look like it. Their size can be intimidating, but usually they are good guys and loyal friends.
These two groups tend to coexist together, and some how turn out to be pretty close knitt.
>Baseball:Pott heads, drug adicts, unfortunately a large number of them are involved in illegal activities. Not ALL of them.
We've got a consistently successfull baseball program, which makes some players believe they are God's gift to Earth. If you can simply ignore the popped-collar cockyness of these guys, they can be gotten along with. Now, their team's inside is drawn tightly together.
The baseball team and the football team get along like oil and water. They are almost compete opposites. They've had one famous clashing battler, and ever before and ever since they have not been able to cope with each other.
Cross Country: This team is a surprisingly powerfull group, which most other schools wouldn't have. They're very successful. But, they are like a cult. Most of the member spend a lot of time with eachother every day, throughout the year. These kids are very clean kids (most). Their unity is developed through there races and through practice. There's many more teams at our school, but these are the most influential. A lot of the other teams have members from all three of these on them.
-Axiom
I have to chuckle at Axiom's labelling the Cross Country kids "jocks." I guess he neglected to mention that HE's on the CC team. This would also explain the first line "the jocks are mostly superior." Psht. First off CC is, if anything, wannabe jocks. The guys look just as much like twigs as the girls. I would characterize CC more in with the band kids. Lots of inner strife when you're a part of it, with an atmosphere of "unity" built on practices as the mask of choice. It is the same everywhere; the top few performers are the ones that get recognized, with the rest...might as well not exist.
I'd also like to point out that the vast majority of all students are on drugs and into something illegal.
-Revan
Media Bashing No. 1
Seriously, the media is going to have to try a lot harder than this to impress me. I do not consider two people dying per day during a war to be a slaughter. While these deaths are in no way good, I would implore the media to A) stop acting like it takes them completely by surprise ("People dying!? In a war!? Good heavens!") and B) stop taking it so freaking personally. I personally have experienced such a loss, and you know what? It affects ME, not the anchor of Channel 5 news or your everyday newspaper editorialist. And also, refrain from labeling as heroes those parents of the dead who call the very murderers of their children "freedom fighters" and are anti-Semitic. I'm referring here to the media's treatment of Cindy Sheehan. Bottom line: News Media- stop pretending to care, stop promoting idiots, just STOP.
-Revan
I agree with Revan to most of his points. He's what I'd call um...a little extreme by his way of explaining his (not extreme) decisions.
Here is one of the quotes that is rediculous:
Cindy Sheehan: "Mr. President. You have daughters. How would you feel if one of them was killed?"
Now I'd call that insane. Lets see.. maybe he would feel the same way as the rest of America? Do ya think so? I do. But you know what, he's the leader of a country. He would know how to handle it just like the rest of America. Would you want him to quit the war after his daughters were killed? Brilliant! Many, many, many people here have friends or family over there. I bet there isn't a single person that doesn't know a soldier. The statement she made is driving me nuts and therefore I can't think of another way at this moment to fully explain my belief. I'll be back later.
-Axiom
Observations of
There are approximatley six categories of people here:
- Jocks
- Skateboarders
- Preps
- Gothics
- Outcasts
- "Averages/Normals"
These groups are in OUR school, not neccessarily everywhere. They fall into their categories according to our ways of living. Things are, of course, differnt in different places around the country.
Every day we will single out one of these groups and tell you what we have perceved of them, through our lengthy time of observations.
Extremely good news! new 101 things list is coming
Its Topic will be: 101 Terrible Things to Eat/Drink
This one is also going to be very entertaining, just as our original. When will it come out? Possibly a week from now or so. It takes a while to think of the 101 greatest ones, but Revan and I are quick with that. Expect it soon!
-Axiom