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Just Another Maniacal “Moon” Day

“Sometimes it pays to stay in bed in Monday, rather than spending the rest of the week debugging Monday’s code”
-Dan Salomon

It’s Monday again and if I had one wish I would make it Wednesday.

Well not really, but I really do hate Mondays.

Mostly because that means we have to go back to work and continue on with our daily routine that makes us wish for a way out, but let’s say the weekend was Wednesday and Thursday; would our “Monday” be a Friday or does that particular day of the week have some inevitable energy? We wake up and we instantly feel the dread, hoping that our clocks were accidentally set a few hours ahead and going back to sleep. Then we go to work and the temptation to walk back out is ever so strong.
I (and perhaps everyone living) have noticed how we seem to be stuck in the most peculiar situations on this day, where dysfunctional people roam and luck turns sour. I have heard countless stories of how their keys walk off into toilets, impassable writer’s blocks that gives hematoma-producing migraines, cars committing suicide, and boiling coffee plunging into people’s laps.
They don’t blame their neighbors, nor on invisible leprechauns, but indirectly and/or directly the blame will point to the mysterious entity known as “Monday”. Just like on my way to work, I lost my badge that allows access into the facility. I didn’t hesitate in blaming the day of the week instead of a faulty clip, I firmly believed that this irrefutable energy had altered luck to piss me off.

Part paranoia–part wise ignorance. (Wha-?)

Just another typical Monday.

If we didn’t have Monday to blame on our circumstances I’m sure the world would be in more chaos than it is now.

So what can we do to change this attitude that this day has brought for centuries? By convincing (or brainwashing) ourselves to think Monday is “Happy day” instead of “Depressed day” like it’s been known for. Do something uplifting like some mediation or Yoga, eat something you love, play some Bejeweled on Zen mode, sing a few Plain White T’s songs while taking a soothing bubble bath (judging others is frowned upon…), or buy something you’ve been wanting for a while.
All and many other things can change the way you look at Mondays and deflect the bad energy that makes you hate the world in it’s entirety…maybe.

Time For Virtual Party Hats v2

Party till you sugar-crash.

It’s that time again, time to celebrate our next milestone of 500 views! (Pity on those who didn’t believe me the first time.)
Friday, March 9th was the blog’s most popular day with The Shoe To Fill the most popular post EVER. (In my history that is.) In the upcoming months new features will arise that will change the very way this blog is formatted, posts will blow your mind, and LULZ that shall stop your breathing; this isn’t an action movie folks, but it will happen!

Then again I would like to thank those who have provided feedback, those who have dared to follow me, my mom, the Academy, …

A Nerd and His Bike

“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.”
-H.G. Wells

If there is one thing that every kid wants to learn is to ride a bike. I was that kid and many of my friends were as well, you were cool if you had a bike in the neighborhood I resided at for the majority of my childhood. The main reason was that us kids lived next to the hill we called “Devils Peak” and whoever could ride to the top of the hill and race back down without crashing or getting hit with a car was given a plastic attachment to put in the tire spokes, making any ordinary bike sound as fierce as a motorcycle (because that was cool too).
Now I’m 19 and I still enjoy using human-powered vehicular transportation. Many people that know me (and likely other people) wonder why I don’t have a car at my age; I don’t have a license, therefore I have no choice but to ride a bike to get to and from work. I don’t mind at all, even in 20 or 90 degree weather because the benefits exceed what some would call “burdensome”.

So I have devised a list of things that makes cycling a better alternative to driving cars. (And it has nothing to do with carbon emissions or any kind of Global Warming issue–I’ll leave that to Rush Limbaugh)

  • Better Health- Increased cardiovascular endurance, stamina, strength, and improved balance. In 30 years down the line you could be known as “Thunder Thighs”. (“Ya’, buns and thighs.”)
  • Relieves Stress- Regardless of the main reason you mounted yourself on two wheels you’ll get to where you need to go feeling relaxed and happily energized, giving you a dose 100% self-esteem.
  • Makes You Feel Like A Pokemon Trainer
  • Burns Calories- You could lose around 11 pounds a year if you cycled for 30-60 minutes everyday. It also increases your metabolic rate.
  • No Gas- (that reason could win any argument)
  • Less Maintenance- Far less than any Pinto or Smart Car.
  • Road Advantage- In a worldwide crisis (or the Zombie Apocalypse) traffic will slow to a halt and those stuck in their cars will have to walk the rest of the way, being subject to dangers and flesh eating creatures. Those on bikes will be able to maneuver their way around town, dodging critical impasses and traversing where no car has gone before.

My bike–or otherwise known as Betty.

Many people think and say that those who ride bikes are lame and wear funny hats, but I have come to conclude that they have never experienced the true joy of riding a bike (or aren’t aware of proper safety equipment). Just to say to those who do think so, just remember; I’ll be 85 years old and still moving like Jagger.


The War of D’Gorra

This is a segment of the first part of the Bion Storyline. I thought perhaps it was the time to show what really goes on in my mind. However, this is conceptual and is subject to change, rearrange, and become non-existent at any period of time, so what you read may not what it may be. Enjoy.

I maneuvered the craft as far right as it’s dual EM thrusters could allow me, narrowly missing the accelerated fire of incoming Eidogirra cruisers. I noticed to my right an Anti-aircraft cannon which was carefully following my exact movement through the air. My gut was telling me I needed to eject, but if I did the Eidogirra would surely recover my body and execute me for the crime I was being convicted with. There was no time to make a grave mistake such as that, I knew my capabilities as a Flight Captain and this wasn’t the first time in my life I was forced to dodge and barrel-roll for survival. The AA cannon shot a beam of plasma which scorched my left wing; while I managed to tilt it just enough to avoid the second one the third one that zipped by hit my other wing, completely obliterating what came in contact.
My HUD displayed a critical failure and the sounds of the cockpit detaching itself from the rest of the craft announced with hisses. I shifted all the remaining power to the left engine attempting to manipulate the location of my crash landing, but the effect was minimal to what I had imagined. The craft was now spinning wildly toward the thick forest below and decided to eject, right before the chute could deploy the intact wing smashed into the glass hatch, knocking me out from my seat.
The terror of falling was inexplicably the worst feeling I had ever felt, it was more terrifying to accept the fact that I was to die in the next moments.
I desperately reached for the opened chute that came at me. My free fall was too fast to properly grasp the cloth and I hit one of the cockpit’s side fins, dislocating my shoulder and perhaps a few ribs as well.

There was nothing else I could do. So I closed my eyes.

I didn’t expect them to open.

I inspected the land around me to find a beach and a gigantic structure beyond the hill ahead of me. It shimmered in the bright light of the sun that appeared to be anchored my two long wires around the thickness of a normal skyscraper. I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing and I figured I was in coma, in the beginning of an eternal dream. It didn’t hit me till I was halfway up the hill that I realized the strange planet I was on was in fact inside out.
It was surreal to come to that conclusion, but as I looked up I could plainly see land and a large sea. Lights flickered in a boldly defined city and cruisers hovered above it in a line awaiting for a refuel. I deferred my amazement and hurried to the large structure. The black material was soft to the touch, with every press of a finger a faint blue light spread and filled the lines embedded into the building, like water draining into the cracks on the road. When my palm pressed against the wall a brighter blue emanated and lighted the entire structure, a loud rumble shook the ground around me and an entryway appeared.
Walking in was almost as fearful as my rebellious run in with the Eidogirra, the corridor shed as much light as a mine shaft spelling a certain air of mystery and dread. It wasn’t until further down that the darkness faded where I found myself now in a cathedral-like hall with a crystal ceiling.
“I’ve been awaiting for this day to come.” Said a voice in the eerie glow that the crystals cast on the floor.
“What do you mean?” I responded in bewilderment. “Didn’t I die?”
“So am dead.”
“No. You died, you are now alive.”
“What?” I breathed. Nothing that the being spit out made sense.”Where am I?”
“You should know. You created this.”
The voice laughed at my shocked expression and emerged into my view. The figure approached closer and stopped within a body length away. Thin arms, almost translucent skin with grayish scales, and long stands of flesh that protruded from it’s scalp taking the form of hair. An Eidogirra stood in front of me.
“I created…this planet? This building? What next, I created you?”

The Eidogirra swung his hands behind his back. “Since you mention it Ebor, you in fact did.”

Hypocricy At It’s Finest

I’m beginning to wonder if this blog will turn out the way I first imagined and it almost seems like I have completely strayed from the original reason for it’s very existence, I remember vividly saying that this blog was meant to be for writers such as myself to share their ideas, but yet I find myself wanting to post miscellaneous stuff about movies, games, or my opinions about my life in  general. Nothing really about writing unless it pertains to my own story…
Why not just make this about my book?
Would others actually waste their time reading about something they shouldn’t even care about?
Why should I care about it and what others think?
Why did I even start a blog?
Why am I so persistent to show the world my thoughts?
Why am I thinking out loud?

Perhaps I think too much and try too hard, perhaps I just need to write whatever I feel like writing about at the time and let this blog take it’s own style. Writing is a form of freedom and cannot be restrained by the the boundaries one tries to confine it to. I find myself guilty of committing that crime daily and I continue to do so no matter who says what even if it comes from my own mouth because I believe (somewhere deep and dark in the vast realm of my subconscious) that it must match the level of perfection I falsely perceive to set.
As I navigate through the sea of blogs that already exists I notice that they are far from perfect and they still get more views in a day that I would estimate to get in a year, my only conclusion is that the authors are true to their blogs and prevent themselves from wasting time to meet others expectations.

For once, I need not worry so much about how others see my blog and just write because I want to and not because I “need” to.