12/31/08

Writer's block

I always get it. Over the course of about 7 years I have completed a grand total of one stories. Hazzah! After reading Nate Wilson's blog on novelist "posers" I felt especially convicted. That's exactly was I was, a lame big mouthed loser, who talked a lot of talk but never finished a story. One of my grandest faults in this area was introductions. I love writing intros, where I tell the reader (whoever they may be) how exactly I came up with the idea for the story, what it was influenced by, where it was going and the metaphysical ramifications of the story. I think the only thing that topped the size of my introductions was my ego. Little did I know (or much) that most good authors write there introductions AFTER THE STORY HAS BEEN SET TO BE PUBLISHED! if not years afterwards, when the book has become a best seller.

Another thing that I often neglected in my stories, was an outline. Screw outlines! I liked to fly free and unrestrained... which often also meant I enjoyed crashing and burning. I even liked coming up with a title for my book before even finishing the first chapter. But whenever the going got rough, I would give the whole affair up and leave the tangled mess hidden somewhere deep within the data banks of my CPU.

NO MORE!!!!! You are much safer to never start a story, then you will never taste the defeat of starting and never finishing one. But I have seen that glow, and I have seen it fade. I do not want to hit that low again...

I am going to write an outline.

Scott

12/30/08

Nick: part IV

Nick awoke with the pressing urge to go to the bathroom. This was not so surprising, given the dank grays and blues that filled the room and the tinkling of rain upon the windowsill. So began the morning routine. The most depressing part of any weekday morning was the moment after he woke up and remembered that Ferra would already be at school. Disturbed did not even touch how he felt. He feared for his life at the thought of having to leave home and go to some unknown institution run by God knew what kinds of psychopaths. The backyard was dangerous enough!

What scared him more, however, was that Ferra had to experience this horror for five days in a row, every week. All those awful influences and corrupting examples; and he was nowhere to protect her. Then again, his motives might not have been so selfless, he had no one to ask his deep and probing questions to, other than his mother, who often responded even more curtly than did Ferra.

He contemplated this while perched upon his Little Tikes porcelain express. There was yet another thing which instilled fear into his brave little heart: the adult sized john. All attempts by his parents to place him upon it had resulted in bloodied noses. He had perfectly good reason to loathe the instrument of torture. God forbid that he should be sucked in! What a fine predicament THAT would present!

He could read the headlines now: “BRILLIANT FOUR YEAR OLD EATEN BY MONSTER TOILET!”

Were it not for him, his parents would have probably been locked up for neglect some time ago.

12/24/08

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow was Christmas

Tomorrow was Christmas
And all through the house
Mother was spraying things like Lysol and Oust
The stockings were hung with delicate care
Although they would fall with a slight breath of air
The tree was all lit with snowmen around
Of course they were stuffed, for there was no snow to be found
The yard was dead brown, a most pleasant shade
Perhaps it had been strewn with too much ant Raid
The grunts and the groans of Father were loud
Of his daily workout routine he was proud
The Macintosh clan was out in full force
As grandfather yelled and rebelled, but of course
Weather was balmy, nearing 50 degrees
The wind blew but barely, and rustled the trees
Up-stairs was off limits, so the children were told
For there be the presents, wrapped in tinselly gold
The kitchen was dirty and there were pieces of felt
From the cookies and crafts that nearly made the house melt
Nativities filled the house, some of plastic, some wood
And some didn't look just quite like they should
A few had angels with wings bent and torn
Some has four wise men, or sheep that aren't shorn
The house was a mess, Mother's in panic
Father says, "hush, don't be so frantic!"
There are left over sweets, to take to the men
Who put out our fires and won't be home with fam
But we're all here together, our strange little group
We like this warm weather, we are quite the troop
So if you wish to know, how Christmas time goes
In the land of the swamp, where never it snows
Just read this poem, from the Truax of fame
And laugh as you think of the only one with that name.

12/21/08

Airport, parts VII, VIII and IX

Airport, part VII  (Sunday, December 21, 2008, 11:40 Pacific time)

 

Apparently, the less sleep I get, the more bedraggled I become, and the less shaven I am, the older I look. At the beginning of this trip, when asked what I wanted to drink, the lady started by saying “Coke products.” That was about 10 hours into my trip. I am now at a whopping 29 hours, sitting in a bar in the Salt Lake airport… the man starts by saying: “Well, we’ve got beer…” My life amuses me; increasingly so the more sleep deprived I become.

 

And yes, I am now in Salt Lake. It’s a nice change of scenery. I could walk around this place for hours without getting bored. Thankfully I will not be here for 24 hours. WOW… I don’t think I ever want to step foot in the Lewiston airport again; so many bad memories! laughs Not really… actually, when we found out that our flight was finally ready to go, I put on MRC and air drummed for a good half hour. (Obviously this means that the plane was NOT yet ready! But I’m not going to be any harder on the Delta Airlines staff. They want to be home for Christmas as much as I do.)

 

Rocking out in the terminal was a blast though. I got so many funny looks from old folks, college girls and young boys. I didn’t care though, I was sooooooo slap happy at that point!

 

OK, my heuro just arrived. (Or however you spell that. It’s the Greek lamb pieta thing… you know…… nevermind.) Pardon me while I stuff my face.

 

Scott

 

Airport, part VIII (12:18 Pacific time)

 

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles! I now have the last seat, in the middle of the emergency exit row on the last flight from Salt Lake to Raleigh before the snowstorm. May God be praised! Let all creatures here below worship Him! If all goes as planned now, I should be home by 1:00 tomorrow morning.

 

God is good,

Scott

 

Airport, part IX (22:44 Pacific)

 

I am home. I am safe. I have all my bags. I am exhausted. I do not wish to talk to you any more.

 

Goodnite,

Scott 

Airport, part VI

Now the new flight that I am on has been delayed for an hour, which pushes me back a connection, which means that I will get to Raleigh exactly 24 hours later than I was suppose to get there. Hopefully nothing else gets cancelled.

Pray hard,
Scott

Airport, part V

And so ends this adventure. It is a depressing feeling, realizing that I woke almost exactly 24 hours ago to come to this airport. I have gotten about 3 hours of sleep since then. The pilot seems to be confident that the flight will be able to take off on time. As long as I get to NC before Christmas, I will consider myself blessed.

They are calling for volunteers to give up their seats. Overbooked.... again. I was bored last night so I read about every sign in the building. One says that if not enough people volunteer, the airline reserves the right to kick people off. I'd probably be one of those people. I pray not.

We'll see what happens,
Scott

Airport, part IV

Midnight..... the only people here are the janitor and I. Radar is picking up massive clouds coming in from the west. I am not happy.

Scott

12/20/08

Airport, part III

Boy am I really glad that they have free wireless internet at this place! I have my bag now, and I have checked the weather. It is suppose to start snowing at 2200 tonight, and continue snowing for a good three days.......... but here's the thing: the radar is clean, no a speck on it. (Except in Spokane of course; that pilot fellow still baffles me!) 

I'm staying here until I get hungry, or someone offers me a room, or until judgement day comes... whichever. 

A little update on the lady in the security line: before the flight got cancelled we were just sitting waiting for the plane. I showed her that I felt for her in the line, and we got to talking. I doubt that she had had many teenagers take interest in talking to her for years. She was willing enough to talk, and inevitably the topic feel to colleges. She asked me if I went to UofI, Wazzu, or Lewiston. I said: 

"New Saint Andrews"

She looked at me quizzically. I told her about it, the great teachers, the oral finals, the wonderful peers I have. (It is so much fun indoctrinating people who have never heard of the school before!) It reminded her of small town high school, and said:

"That's how schools are supposed to be!"

She told me that she would try to convince her grandchildren to go there when they start thinking about college.

I love my life!
Scott

Airport, part II

This is turning into an episodic adventure! WOW... I haven't had a autobiographical short story for a while! Here we go:

So, the intercom has just announced that the flight is officially cancelled. It was suppose to get here at noon. It is 1431 now. At about 1130, the intercom (the all knowing) stated that the flight had experienced a "mechanical failure," and had diverted to Spokane. If they had actually had a failure of that sort, I'm not sure I would have wanted a ride if it HAD gotten here! A little later, a rumor started spreading around the terminal that the pilot had been scared of the icy conditions of the runway and had decided not to land. If he is scared of Lewiston, I don't know WHY on God's beautiful green earth that he went to Spokane!!! There are supposed to have about 4 feet of snow there, there is only about an inch in Lewiston! I'm from the great dismal swamp, and even I know that that is NOT a lot of snow! 

I got a call from a Delta rep, booking on another flight tomorrow at 625, which will take me to Salt Lake to Atlanta to Raleigh/Durum. A rather pessimistic lady said that it is supposed to storm tonight and that even if there was a flight tomorrow, it wouldn't land. I'm cool with whatever; as long as I get to J-ville, NC by Christmas. My family is in Raleigh already though in a hotel. Bummer...... I hope they go home and get some rest and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've got about 10 movies and still have a bit of money. 

They just announced that they are giving our checked bags back to us. I'm going to go get mine. I'll update soon.

Scott

I really loath airport security

Pardon a rant here. I just got though airport security. It's not what they did to me, but to a woman who could not have been any less than 70. Apparently, she had one liquid bottle too many. The security officer tried desperately to explain to her why such an encroachment upon our nation was so vile. By the look of it, it was a bottle of perfume she meant as a gift for a granddaughter. The officer poked around her bag for a good fifteen minutes until he found the offending container. Then took it out and showed it to the woman.

"You can't have this in here, your going to need to go back though security and put it in your car, or see if you can put it in your checked bag. You do have a checked bag, right?"

The lady nodded, still bewildered.

"So, what do you want to do with this?"

The lady pointed desperately to the plane.

"No, I'm sorry ma'am. You cannot keep it in your carry-on."

This continued for another 10 minutes or so, until the woman gave up hope and wandered listlessly back to the check-in desk to see if they could put the bottle in her checked bag. Yeah, ah-uh... she was going to blow the plane with a bottle of nitro-g, and putting it in the hold instead of the cabin is going to stop that from happening. 

If the terrorists are using old women now, we are screwed. And if they are still trying to blow up planes, they are stupid. Welcome to America.

Scott

Punk Rock 101 by Bowling for Soup

Since I'm on a BFS high right now, and because they rock. This song still makes me laugh, cuz it is so true. It amuses me to no end that this is a punk rock song making fun of punk rock.

12/19/08

Time passes by...

Hmm... wow, halfway thought my first year of college. It's been quite a ride, let me tell you! And most of it didn't even have to do with school!!!! In memory of this momentous occasion, I am going to post one of my favorite songs: "When We Die," by Bowling for Soup. Remember, no matter what you've done, you can always try to make it right, and there is always forgiveness in Christ.

12/18/08

Bi-Polar

Am I bi-polar?
Yeah, you know it
One day I'll scream
The next won't even show it
I doubt you'll understand me
When I'm so unhappy
You'll call me emo
Call me sappy
Call my romantic
Go ahead, sedate me!
It's not what you think
It's not what I said
It's not what crosses my mind when I lay in bed
I'm just as humanly human as human can be
Don't laugh, I'm not Seuss, as much as I try to be
Crazy, I'm screaming
It got into me
The pain and fear
It never should have been there
It got the best of me
The panic took over
And it ran its course
I was dying
and living
and I was lying
but mostly lied to
I bought it hook, line and sinker and it pulled me under
Drowning in self
Lost to my sin
The devil, he saw me and sank his teeth in
I struggled and wriggled and tried to get loose
But the tempter still held me as friends screamed things like: "Moose!"
So I died in my sleep and was raised to new life
Read the only book worth repeating and it saved me from strife
I rejoiced in the Spirit as it flooded my veins
I was back to myself, the new man I became
So I'm happy and happy as happy can be
Because I'm winning the battle that's raging in me
So if you see that I'm down then back up again
It's not that I'm emo, or drink too much gin
And when you see me and ask "are you bi-polar today?"
I'll smile and "not really" will be all that I'll say.

12/17/08

Yet another apology.

Wow.... I've been being really emo on here; and I'm thinking: "That's gotta stop." OK, more good stuff coming soon. I'm looking into Sum 41's album "Chuck," as well as starting to review books. That would be fun. I also have a poem talking about my emotions and why they are the way they are. All this and more, coming to a blog near you!

Sincerely,
Scott

Pieces by Sum 41

This is pretty much how I feel this morning:


12/16/08

The little moments

I love the little moments. The ones that you never see coming. Specifically the people that provide them. You are having a horrible day, you need a hug, you think you suck at life... whatever it is. You are in a hole. Of course, God gives you that obligatory slap in the face. The sudden bolt of lightning that lights up the sky and brings you to your knees, only to realized what a fool you have been. Now it is time to begin reconstruction, the process of building back up the confidence and hope that was lost. And most often this takes the form of a person. Someone who might not really know what is going on, or perhaps someone who has no idea at all that you were having a bad day in the first place. A simple: "I'm praying for you," or "Hey, are you OK?" or simply a hug could be just the thing you needed. 

I don't know why God does it, but I am sooooooo glad that He does.

Sincerely,
Scott

Josiah is wondering...

... whether passing his finals is really as important as maintaining his sanity, purity of heart and innocence of mind. I think not.

Can't Believe it

The walls are closing in
My hope is wearing thin
The drugs lose their effect
The virus starts to infect
GEt Ouutttt!!!
gETTT 0Ut!!
G3tt ()UT!
(CHORuS)
I can't believe I let you in
And now to remedy, it'll start all over again
Another face, another day, another run in
Another evil, vicious grin

The devil smirks, I'm falling down
The darkness speaks,  it creeps though town
"Hello, my friend
I'll bring about your end!"
GEEtt ouT!
&ET 0Ut!!
GETTT OUTTTTT!!!!!!!!
(CH0RUS)

The freezing trees
Feel the chilling breeze
Feel as your pain starts to ease
It means that death will bring you to your knees

gOOd grief, it's back again
it comes it goes, I'M WEARING THIN!
Hello, my friend, and you save me from myself?
Can you hold me back? 
Can you watch my back?
Without my love... without my help, without my aid.....
GETTT MMMMEEEE OUTTTT!!!!!!!
GET OUT GET OUT GET OUTT!!!!!!
it's only you and me.... poison my veins
G&ET O*ut of My! He@d!!
OUT OUT OUT!!!!
GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12/15/08

Back to My Roots

I've forgotten what it's like to be me
I've forgotten where I came from, and who I wanted to be
I've left behind, and not for the better
All those things that I learned that I swore I'd do better
I wanted an out, but I got singed in the process
I tried to do better, but I'm damned if I saw this
Leaving behind my family, my God
Realizing who I've become, and finding it odd

(chorus)
I'm going back to my roots, to the days of old
When rappers where prime and rhymes were gold
Back to where God is the focus and pain takes the back seat
Where I walk down a street greeting all that I meet

Not believing myself, the man I've become
I promises that I broke, the things that I've done
I left everything, I tried to hold on
It all slipped through my grasp, it's nearly all gone
I've wandered in blackness, I've followed my heart
But it's left me here aimless, alone in the dark
So I'm taking it back, reclaiming lost ground
Recalling the promise, I'm hearing the sound

(chorus)

Lord, don't leave me here, panting for breath
I've come so far now, I've been close to death
I've tasted the world, and it rotted my mouth
It all went so sour, and now I'm taking it out
The grass was so green on that side of the hill
I ran under the fence and then ate my fill
But it all went so foul, I felt it from my hair to my boots
So I'm coming back home, I'm coming back to my roots

(untitled emo poem)

Killing brain cells
Trying to impress
Failing
Failing so epically
Seeing how I fell
Searching for egress
Going
Going so swimmingly

Beat beat beat the drum to keep me alive
Leave leave leave me here
I've changed my mind

He's still got it
The tricks are up his sleeve
But she don't notice
Or at least she doesn't let on
So now he has nothing
Cuz everything was spent
To win the fair maiden
All is lost

Trapped in boyhood forever
Waiting for graduation
The complaining simply prolongs the pain
It prolongs the growth
I'm dying
I'm melting
I'm freezing

Sing me a song.....

Please?

12/13/08

Adventures in Moscow (Idaho)

The first snow had fallen that morning, and brain numbing winds had stranded me in my basement abode with the lovely lady referred to only by her ominous last name: Turabian. Finals were approaching and studying was slow. Near 5:30 PM, I realized that I was out of snackage and that the closest grocery store was about a mile away. I had no car..... I'd have to chance it.

Suiting up in my signature leather jacket and donning gloves and a Russian hunter's cap (rather appropriate for a town named Moscow, no?) I began my journey towards eastside. I was cresting the first hill when I heard a bark and a black shape darted towards me. A large furry mammal bounced around my feet and licked my face as I knelt down to feel it's collar. There was a tag there, but no invisible fence taser and I couldn't read the tag. He seemed friendly enough, and I couldn't bare to let the poor fellow freeze out in the snow. So, I started to look around and sure enough, the house to the door across the street was wide open. The mutt seemed willing enough to follow me, so I lead him over to it. Although the lights were on, no one seemed to be home, and a small snow drift was piling up in the front hall. 

"Is this it, boy?"

As if in response, he skipped in the door, sat down facing me, and wagged his tail. Still seeing no one, I closed the door and went on my way.

By the time I had reached the bottom of the hill, I had realized that I truly did miss the scarf I had lost back in October. Not one to be phased by bad weather, however, I continued on my merry way. I got so caught up in the season, in fact, that I began to dance in the snow singing "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas." I slowed myself down when I got carried away and slipped on a patch of ice in the middle of a four lane highway. Actually, it would be inaccurate to call it a patch of ice. Since it was still the first real day of snow, the salt trucks were not yet out in full force, hence most of the roads in the south and east sides of town were completely frozen over. Thankfully, there were no accidents to be found and few cars.

I finally arrived at my destination: Safeway..... only to find that everything was out of my price range, or at least what I was willing to pay. 6 dollars would not get me very far. Remembering the scarf, and that there was a Dollar Tree next door, I left with better prices in mind. Upon entering, I realized that I could buy plenty of snackage for quite cheap right there. I proceeded to grab a 3 liter bottle of root beer, two boxes of candy and the biggest, reddest, fluffiest scarf I could find.

The man at the register was blaring rock out of a pair of headphones draped around his neck. Upon seeing the scarf I was purchasing, he commented:

"WOW! He's a big b******, isn't he? You're not f****** around!"

I could not have put it any better myself!

I love Moscow!
Scott

His Favorite Christmas Story by Capital Lights

OK, this Christmas song is so epic, it made me cry. It impressed me so much that I felt obligated to share it with you all. Here it is, and merry Christmas!



Doom 3: The Movie

How many different movies and video games did we promise ourselves that we would NEVER play or watch in high school, but now that we're in college..... yeah, you get the picture. Well, I can now add another one to the list: Doom 3. Just the box used to creep me out when I was in high school, and rightfully so! 

I was up until about 1:30 AM playing it with my roommates, and that game, quite literally, has the power to scare your socks off! The movie, I have heard however, was less then stellar. So, I have decided to provide the screenwriters of Hollywood with several tips, in order to do it better next time. (If you are thinking right now that they will NEVER try to make it a movie again, you do not know how Hollywood works!)

OK, three things:

1) The plot. A virus???? PLEASE! No, the whole theme of the game is that a company on Mars opens a portal to Hell. There is nothing truly scary about a virus; but Hell? You had better believe it. However, there is a major flaw in the game script as well, one that apparently was not present in Doom 1: placing Hell has a building plot point, not the climax. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!!!! SINCE WHEN HAS HELL NOT BEEN THE ULTIMATE  SHOW DOWN???????? AGGGGGG!!!!! No, the game/movie should end with the main character getting kicked out of Hell, because he is too tough for it. Now THAT is a good ending!

2) Length. The game is WAY too long! As is the movie, no horror movie should be two hours. The same goes for the game play. We played that thing for three + hours, with cheat codes and skipping levels..... and we STILL never got to the end! The first hour was down right scary, the second was pretty creepy, the third was freakishly boring. If you are going to scare your audience, you must do in within the first hour and a half. That should be the MAXIMUM length of a Doom movie!

3) Emotion. Even a hardcore gamer knows that first person shooter point of view (FPSPOV) is a HORRIBLE way to shoot a movie! They also know that emotion is what makes or breaks a horror film. If you have a FPSPOV film with no emotion, it just feels like you are watching your friend play the game on hard. This only MIGHT appeal to horror fans and gamers, and CERTAINLY will not appeal to anyone else! Even though some fanboys might complain, two things MUST be done to rectify this part of the film: a) add more major characters and b) stay as far away from FPSPOV as possible. The audience must see the horror in the protagonist's eyes, they must feel the terror.... or else they will fall asleep.

THAT, my friends would make a killer movie! As an aside to those who wonder why on earth I am advocating a horror film, let me respond with the two quotes from the beginning of C.S. Lewis' Screwtape Letters:

"The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn." -Luther

"The devil... the prowde spirite... cannot endure to be mocked."
-Thomas More

Sincerely,
Scott

12/10/08

Nick: Part III

Nick was left to contemplate his sins in his “big boy bed,” as his parents so often referred to it. Although it was pleasing to the ego, the alliteration had always graded upon Nick’s ears. Couldn’t they come up with something a tad more creative? Maybe he was being too harsh. They were only parents after all.
Another thing which detracted from the joy which might have been contracted from his cot being referred to as a “big boy bed” was the obvious truth the phrase overlooked: Nick was barred it. The only way in or out of the bed was via a small set of steps at the foot; miles away from his head. There was not even the POSSIBILITY of danger while he slept. Nick longed to life on the edge, like Kevin! He slept in a bed that stood well off the floor. If the bed had been outside, Nick would have bet money that there would be clouds covering the top. The kicker came when Kevin had shown Nick that he had no railings to protect him from falling through the stratosphere and onto the bedroom floor.
Alas, it was not to be. Nick was in a bed that barely ascended to the troposphere; ruminating on the pain his choice not to ingest green goop had caused him. Specifically his rear. The sharp sting, however, had been decreasing in stingyness in recent months. This was also proportionate to the number of frank disagreements he had had with his parents over said months. He had yet to put two and two together though.
Gleaming throw his window, the stars winked at Nick, as if they knew something he did not. Not as far fetched as it seemed at first. This got Nick to thinking: maybe there were other little boys over by those stars who disliked green food and cried when birds died.
He suddenly remembered that he had not said his prayers. His mother had obviously been so irate that she had quite forgotten to remind him. She would have to be informed of this shortcoming in the morning! Desperate to rectify the situation, Nick began the arduous journey to the end of his bed, and decent down the three stairs to the floor.
After several minutes, which felt like hours, Nick was safely on the taupe colored carpet without being detected by his parents. He started with what was on the forefront of his mind:
“Dear God, please no more green stuff!” After realizing a fatal error in his prayer, he tried to desperately salvage his meaning: “Food, me mean food! Not all stuff. I like green stuff. I like green ova-alls!”
Smiling at his quick thinking, he continued: “Thanks for sissy. Make her not so mean. Keep bad boys away from her too. Spank bad boys!”
He struggled to come up with something else, racking his brains for the prayers that his family often used. “Make Mommy and Daddy safe. Make them love each other.” Nick wasn’t sure why this was important to pray for, since it seemed so obvious that Mommy and Daddy DID indeed love each other. But it was something which Ferra prayed for often, and he didn’t have anyone better to emulate in his prayers.
“Make me sleep good, and all the other big boys on planets far away.
“Amen!”
Nick then began the long journey back to his pillow, and then slept soundly.

12/8/08

MCR: "Mental Catholic Romans"

This post in sort of a response to Faith's last post about how Coldplay is now officially her favorite band of all time. So I'm going to come out of the closet here and just say it. My Chemical Romance is my favorite band of all time. "The Black Parade" specifically is what did it for me. There is not a song on that album that I do not love. Perhaps the only reason that I do not mention this more often is because I know that a lot of folks have very strong feelings the other way about the band. (Pun intended.) But I think that lyrically and musically, "The Black Parade" is genius!

Perhaps the best description of the album was by iTunes: "The Black Parade is the Sgt. Peppers' of the Warped Tour/Tim Burton generation." It's dark, it's loud, it's brash, it's epic and it is ridiculously catchy. Katy Perry has NOTHING on MCR!

As an aside: Faith, you need to stop posting such awesome songs on your blog, or I am going to run out of money...... again!

Scott

12/6/08

The sun rises

The sun sets like fire
But my hopes are rising higher
Than ever before

My heart is craving harbor
In the solace of reminder
In your eyes

Don't forget what has happened
Even if it hurts
Cuz what has just happened
Has changed our lives
We died and were reborn
Like the sun of the night
It rises in the morn

I'll write you a whole world
Create a new shelter of words
To hold you tight

The stars sing this song tonight
As we gaze into its light
We wish with all our might

Don't ever forget what has happened
Even if it burns
Cuz the hope of what has happened
Causes us to learn
That we died and live again
Like the sun, it shines 
We get to start again

The sun sets like fire
But my hopes are rising higher
Than ever before

12/5/08

Life...

... is an adventure story, told by the best Storyteller of all time! It is hilarious, it is tragic, it is cute, it is gritty, it is beautiful, it is ugly, it is emotional, it is apathetic. There are insults to throw, there a challenges to be made, coffee to drink, views to enjoy, friends to catch up with, trails to blaze, wars to fight, women to win. 

It is a roller coaster.... it is beginning...... hold on!
Scott

12/4/08

Nick part II

Dinner that night was… green. Horrible stuff, whatever it was. Nick was peculiar that way. He could not care less what a food’s consistence might be; color was everything. There was also some inconsistency, which Nick himself readily saw, in this predicament. He loved green; with a passion. His favorite outfit to ware most days consisted of green socks, green overalls and one of his many green t-shirts. Occasionally he was put in a pair of black socks for variety.

His preoccupation with the color had even grown into a fetish for others wearing it too. Loved ones especially looked fine in a nice shade of chartreuse or lime. Going as far as to paint the family pet, Nana, a lovely shade of forest, had been the preverbal last straw for his poor mother however. Nick still occasionally indulged in melting green crayons on the sidewalk and spreading the sticky mess upon anyone lucky enough to need a bit of Saint Patrick’s Day in their life.

Despite all this, green was a color to behold during meals. Perhaps it was just that Nick believed that green belonged everywhere BUT his mouth. Well, perhaps all over it, but not inside. The turning point, which none of the family but Nick remembered was the night which he had been read Green Eggs and Ham. No matter that the strange looking fellow at the end of the tale had indeed eaten them, they looked horrid! Besides, the book had been written by that horrible poet man, who was so bad at rhyme that he had to INVENT words! Doctor indeed!

That night dinner ending with a food fight, with Nick being the main… make that only one throwing the food. Dinner ended early. Bedtime came even sooner than usual.

11/30/08

ok, ok

I've hid long enough. The original intent of this blog was to be anonymous. But most of the people who read it know who I am already. So, yeah.... this is Josiah talking. Hopefully this will also make it easier for people who are looking for me on blogger, and don't know the name of the site...... but know mine. This will not, however, change the content of the blog. I will still be writing fiction, poetry, reviews and such. If you want to know personal stuff, ask me, and I MAY tell you. Or just look me up on facebook. 

These next three weeks of school are going to be madness, so don't expect too much to be posted here. I'll write sooner than later hopefully.

Till then,
JST

11/28/08

Movie review marathon!

Brick  *****
I really can't give this one any less. This is an amazing noir film, and relatively clean. One supporting character gets shot and the protagonist gets a couple fists in the face; but Brandan has nothing on John McClane! There are about 4 profanities. It's the drug content that makes the rating... it's bought sold, smoked, abused, trafficked and killed for. I'd recommend this film to any mature 14 year old. Soooooo good! Deserves every star I give it!

Once  *****
The little indie musical that could. In addition to the wonderful music, it's the surprise ending that does it for me. Let's see that in a big budget Hollywood film, I think not! I won't give away anymore. The downside is that it takes place in Ireland..... where they use the f word as liberally as valley girls use "like." It gains an R rating for it. There is absolutely not negative content other then that. 13 and up, or whatever age you believe can handle that kind of language without trying to replicate it.

Memento ****
Very dark, very brutal, very raw and according to doctors: a very accurate portrayal of anterograde amnesia. This is Christopher Nolen's (The Dark Knight) second film, and what a film it is, intense violence, hard language and scary images keep this one away from five stars; but it is darn good! 16 and up.

Bolt ****1/2

Indiana Jones 3  ****

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium  ***

The Spiderwick Chronicles  ***1/2

The Grinch ****

Hancock (Unrated) ****


Full reviews coming later.... if I'm in the mood. :P

Scott

11/27/08

Coming Soon

Bolt and Memento reviews coming soon!!!!!!

11/25/08

Nick

Happy Thanksgiving to all! In celebration of the only uncommercialized holiday that America has left, I have decided to share something that I have been working on. (This will also explain the new photo at the top of the blog.) Although I have been spending much more time writing essays and such for school, I still love writing good fiction. Or, at least what I HOPE is good. Anyway, I have started a collection of short stories about Nick: Professional Four Year Old! The picture fits in in that the stories will be from an adult perspective, kind of like all those movies about babies who's thoughts you can hear, and they think that grown ups are so stupid and all. It will also have some elements of Calvin and Hobbs in it. All in all, this will be an attempt at much lighter fiction then I have written in the past. Nick will however, still deal with very serious topics.... abet from a more juvenile perspective. He's a little bit like what you would get if you put my grown up mind in a four year old's body who thinks that he can save the world. So I may be adding bits of Spiderman or Stupendous Man as I go on. Nick's sister has boy trouble, his parents fight, his neighbors don't understand him... but he's out to make the word a better place..... one nap at a time.



Nick:

Professional Four Year Old

 

 

“I doubt it.” Ferra looked down upon the sad, upturned beak of the dead sparrow.

            Nick whimpered, “But WHYYYYY?” He was practicing that wonderfully developed sense of logic that most four year olds share through constant inquisitiveness, and a vocabulary of one word.

            He persisted to ask his haggard sister again, assuming that she had not heard him the first time. “WHYYYYYY won’t he fly?”

“He’s dead Nick.” A curt response was all that Ferra could possibly muster at this point in the conversation. All sense of courtesy and any Sunday school lessons from that morning had been long forgotten the third time her little brother had inquired as to why dead things don’t fly. Apparently her reasoning skills were not quite water tight enough for Nick.

Whimpering soon became crying as Nick began to pick up rocks to throw at the bird lying upon the pavement.

“Get up bird! Get up!” Several rocks began their decent towards the immobile creature.

“STOP IT!” Ferra screamed. “Let the poor thing rest in peace!”

“It’s DEAD!” Nick screamed back, looking equal parts pitiful and cute. “It won’t care!”

Soon realizing that physical force was now the only mode of persuasion left to her, Ferra snatched the grubby little hand and jerked it backwards. The street resounded with noise.

“Ow, ow, OOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!”

Suddenly, a large sedan full of teenage boys appeared by their side, and slowed to a slug’s pace. Catcalls flew out of the windows and reverberated off Ferra’s ears. She knew how she looked, and she didn’t do anything to accentuate it. She didn’t hide it either, a fact that often made her parents fear for her life.

All Nick noticed at first was a sudden slack in his arm, for which he was very grateful. Something tipped his little toddler mind however. He looked around pensively. The bird, the concrete, a fence, his sister, a car, bad boys. Hmmmm… that was what he mommy had told him not to be. Perhaps it was time that he impart some of his hard-won knowledge with these poor souls, who had apparently not been so fortunate.

“Shut up, you….. you…. meanies!!!!!” Nick thought about what he had said for a bit. Had he been too forceful? But no, the car began to pick up speed again and head off in the direction whence it came, and the look on his sister’s face had relaxed enormously. Another job well done for Nick Greedy.




Let me know what ya'll think!

Scott

11/22/08

Stop, just stop!

Stop lyin'!!!!
Just stop it!
But I love you
And I can't stop
You wined me up
And spin me like a top

I know you're lyin'
And time is the only thing you're buyin'
But you're so good at keepin' me here
Cuz you keep tellin' me what I wanna hear
But I needa stop
You needa stop
We need air

So confused
Am I?
Are you?
Don't know what's true
and what's not
Keeps us spinning toward the blue

So stop lyin'
Cuz now we're flyin'
Toward the sun
We'll burn up
Before it's done
So stop lyin'!!!!!

11/20/08

Why I use the Canadian rating system

It's pretty simple really, it's because it suits my taste in movies. See, I rarely, if ever watch films with much sexual content in them, hence most of the negative content revolves around violence and bad language. I found out sometime ago... about when I was twelve that the American rating system was not the only one. In fact, just about every country has one. Some are even run by the local government, like Australia's. Anyway, each country's rating systems has its own biases, and this can be helpful if you want to get the most well rounded review of content without having to look at a detailed review site online. 

As one might guess, while the American rating system is more lenient towards violence, the Canadian system is extremely pacifistic, but tolerant of sexuality. Because of my movie choices, it helps for me to look at the Canadian rating system due to their extreme criticalness towards violent content. In fact, after looking through all my movies, I only own 4 which warrented the 18A Canadian rating: "Tropic Thunder," "Sweeney Todd," "Fight Club," and "Saving Private Ryan."


According to violent content, here is a rough equivalency chart of American vs Canadian ratings:

American Canadian
G G
Mild PG (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) G
Hard PG  (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade) PG
Mild PG-13 (Spiderman) PG
Hard PG-13 (Mission Impossible III) 14A
Mild R (The Matrix) 14A
Hard R (Sweeney Todd) 18A

So next time your not sure if an R rated movie is going to be super violent or not, check the Canadian rating. If it has an orange 18A emblazoned on the back, you might want to think twice.

Till Next time!
Scott

11/19/08

Upcoming releases

A question about the picture on the top of the page prompted this. Here are some of the upcoming media releases that I am very excited about:

-Australia


-Star Trek


-"When the World Comes Down"



I'll post reviews as they come out.
Scott

11/18/08

I've been tagged and I'm not tagging anyone else...

... but I'll still state 6 random facts about myself. These are some of the true or false questions I posted on Facebook the other day.... with the answers of course!

1) My best friend in high school, a fellow named Reed Webb and son of famous reporter Lee Webb from the 700 Club, looks EXACTLY like Tyson Ritter; the lead singer of All American Rejects. He denies it, but that doesn't make it any less true. What is stranger yet is that he is the one who introduced me to ALLR.

2) "Hot N Cold" is one of my all time favorite songs. Um....... don't ask. It's just a fun song, I have no other comments.

3) I am what is known as a claustraphilic, which is the exact opposite of being claustrophobic. I like disappearing under beds, into closets and caves and all sorts of dark, small, cozy places.

4) I am extremely OCD about locking doors. Some nights I'll even check the locks three times. I have no idea why I do this. Perhaps it is my obsession with keeping the ones I love same. (Something for another time.)

5) I have been a punk rocker since the fifth grade. I have always loved, loved, loved punk rock. I grew up on Dogwood, MxPx and old school Linkin Park. It's in my blood, it will not leave.

6) One of my all time favorite phrases in the English language (to the chagrin of many of my friends and relations) is "Bull S***!" And as such I believe that it should be used sparingly. There are so many ways to apply it, but it can lose its forcefulness if used in all of them. You won't hear it from me very often, but when you do, you had better listen up!

Hmmmm....  half of those were about music. I guess that's pretty descriptive.

Anyway, until next time,
Scott

11/16/08

I'm going to start listening to Christmas music...

... TRY AND STOP ME!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Pseudonym

I think you're playing games
I think you're eluding fame
You're hiding
You're biding
Your time

I think that you wrote that
Don't lie
I know
How?
Guess

Look deep down inside
You knew it all along
You knew I'd see right through
But you hid anyway
You'd toyed with my head
Pretend I was dead

But you saw me
And I saw through
Look up
Face your fears
I won't hurt you
I'll keep you safe

I think we're falling
I think we're falling
Into something new
Into the deep wide blue

But you're hiding
You're biding
Your time

11/15/08

Review of "Quantum of Solace"

Three words: not quite filling. Don't get me wrong, it's not like it was a bad movie... just one of those films you go to with certain expectations and then leave with them significantly lowered. Here's the deal:

Quantum starts off exactly where Casino Royale left off; with Bond on the run and Mr. White in tow. The long and short of it is that he loses White and then goes around the world chasing him to get to his boss and then that guys boss and then that guys boss......... you get the picture. So the bulk of the film follows Bond killing lots of people and disobeying lots of M's orders with precious little humor to brake the tension. It looks like Marc Foster borrowed more from the Bourne and Mission Impossible films than from the Bond cannon for this outing.

Overall there is significantly less sex and bad language in Quantum than in other Bond films. We briefly see Bond kiss a girl's back in bed. Other than that there is some talk of characters sleeping with other characters, and then of course there are the opening Bond credits. But hey, that's Bond for you. As for cursing: I think I heard the s word once and damn and hell only a handful of times. Really restrained for an action flick if you ask me.

The violence, on the other hand, is anything but. The only thing that makes it less intense than the Dark Knight is that most of of violence in this film happens in day light. But that doesn't make it any less visceral. People are shot, thrown off buildings, brutally beaten, blown up, etc. One of the more disturbing scenes features the aftermath of a minor character who has apparently been tortured, stripped of clothing, killed and covered with crude oil..... all in order to get to Bond. Yeah, the baddies in this one are REALLY bad!

One of the better scenes features Bond spying on a few of the main bad guys who are all watching an opera. A rather large scale battle ensues.... all to the background music of the opera. Pretty cool.

So we begin to see the rise of a cold and calculated Bond. He is becoming the famous secret agent that we knew all along, but now we know WHY he is the way he is. Perhaps we will be a bit more sympathetic. But sadly, this film doesn't do NEARLY as good a job as the pervious Bond film did. Marc Foster and Daniel Craig just lack chemistry. There is no Johnny Depp/Tim Burton or Stephen Spielberg/Harrison Ford thing going on here...... something which a Bond film could desperately use. I'm big fans of both of them, but they just don't cut it here. 

If you are a follower of the actor, or the director, or just want a good action flick... by all means, watch Quantum of Solace. But I would warn Bond fans to stay away.... if you disliked Casino Royale, you'll hate this one. And if you DID like Casino Royale, you still might not like Quantum. It's kind of like an Amp energy drink, enjoyable and fun while it lasts, but leaves you wanting something more fulfilling, and a little bit depressed.

2 1/2 out of 5

Scott

11/14/08

007

My review of "Quantum of Solace" will be up late tonight. (Emphasis on late).

11/12/08

Some advice to all my college friends:

1-START YOUR PAPERS EARLY
2-WRITE THEM ON A SUBJECT YOU ARE PASSIONATE ABOUT
3-START YOUR PAPERS EARLY
4-TALK TO YOUR TEACHERS (THEY ARE MORE UNDERSTANDING THAN YOU THINK)
5-START YOUR PAPERS EARLY
6-KEEP SHORT ACCOUNTS WITH YOUR ROOMMATES
7-START YOUR PAPERS EARLY
8-READ YOUR BIBLE
9-READ YOUR BIBLE
10-READ YOUR BIBLE
11- READ YOUR BIBLE
12- START YOUR PAPERS EARLY


Did you get all that??? Good......... now take it to heart
Sincerely,
Scott

11/9/08

Dying/Living

Hello

They’re all dying

We can’t bring them back

We’ll see them again

Just not yet

 

Rabbits and butterflies are all but gone

The sky ate them

The ground drank them

And now all is dead

All is wet

 

Words on a page

They ask for prayer

I accept

But I can’t

I have nothing to receive

It’s a lie

 

A haunted boy

A saddened girl

They meet and then

Twitterpation

More rabbits

More butterflies

 

Numbers are concrete

But mean nothing

Words are nothing

But mean everything

They make us live

They make us die

They make us

 

Four-star rating stabs me like a knife

Shapes can’t explain

They can’t define

How I feel

Who I am

 

Hello

We’re all living

11/8/08

I'll Try

This poem goes out to all those guys out there who know one, or perhaps many, girls with blue eyes and blue sweaters which, try as they might, they just cannot understand. I feel for you guys! Enjoy!

I can't know what's going on
Inside your head
As you lie in bed
But I'll try
I will try

I don't have a clue what makes you tick
Don't know what makes your day or makes you sick
All I see are the same blue eyes
The same blue sweater
Concentrating hard, crying inside
I wish I could make it better
And even if I can't
I'll try
I'll try

You shut me out with every move I make
You shut me down with every chance I take
That flame in your eye I'd die to see
You don't turn your head, don't look up
So I'll just wait for you to look at me
We're growing younger even as we grow up

I wish I could fix it all
To help so you'll stand tall
But even if I can't
I'll try
I'll try

11/7/08

New Stuff

Hmmmm... were to start. I passed my first term of college...... barely. But I made it this far, and all I can say is: "Praise God!"

Also, I have been watching lots more movies. I watched "The Godfather Part I" last weekend, and just finished watching "Hot Rod" with a bunch of my college buddies over in our basement. They are both movies that I personally loved, but would be hesitant to recommend them to everyone. "Godfather" while a classic, is quite intense and contains lots of graphic violence and some sexual content. "Hot Rod" is hysterically funny, in the vain of "Napoleon Dynamite," but much better written (in my opinion) and also quite a bit more crude. Bummer. But to be fair, I have not laughed so hard while watching a movie in a long time.

Tomorrow night is actually a scheduled movie night. (The Hot Rod thing just kinda happened). I'll be watching "Donnie Darko" and "V for Vendetta." V is a personal favorite of mine... Darko is another story. It appears to be a rather complicated mix of "Alice in Wonderland," "Harvey," "The Butterfly Effect," "Edward Scissorhands," and "The Sixth Sense." Yeah, it's gonna be creepy.

I'll keep you all posted,
Scott

11/5/08

It has come...

...and yet we shall persevere. We will not be put down. We were not made for government, but for the Lord God almighty. Government was made for us, and it has consumed us. It is on days as this day that we remember Guy Fawkes, the Apostle Paul, John the Savage and John the Baptist, and every rock band that we have ever heard. We will not let some petty thing, such as an election, defeat us; for we have already over come the world through Christ!

Happy 5th of November!
Scott

11/3/08

MxPx- "Before Everything and After"


OK, so this album is pretty much awesome. It's got everything you need: it's goofy, it's emotional, it's punk, it's pop. It's great if you're having a bad day, or a good one. It can make you depressed, or lift your spirits. (not the drink kind...... sorry.)

Buy it, rent it, borrow it..... but please don't steal it....... I'd have to kill you if you did that. I'm just kidding........ but seriously. Don't steal this, these guys deserve all the support that you can give 'em. 

Stand out tracks: "Play It Loud," "First Day of the Rest of Our Lives," "Everything Sucks When You're Gone," "Kings of Hollywood," and "Don't Walk Away."

So, want a song to listen to when you're driving late at night? Perhaps your girlfriend just dumped you? Or maybe you just want to rock out?? Look no further. MxPx will rock your sox off!!!!

5 out of 5

Scott

11/2/08

Hello again

Sorry that it's been a while. I've had an odd few weeks. I've written a lot, but just haven't posted it. Or perhaps I've just said a lot of stuff in my head that I WANTED to post but never did. Anyway... I'll keep putting stuff up here, no matter how short it may be.

Hello again my friends
I know it's been a while
Please indulge me now
As your minds I will beguile 

With a wave of my hand
I'll make your pain disappear
Strike up the band
You've nothing left to fear

I'll hold you through the rain
Don't mind me
I'll stave off all the pain
Don't mind me
I'm fine
Just fine

I listen
As you talk
I watch you
As we walk
And I think
And I dream
That maybe one day you will do the same for me
Listen to me as I struggle to be free
Watch me as I stumble to my feet
Would you do the same for me?

Hello again my friend
I'm fine
I'm just fine

The Fall

Laugh at me
It's OK
It's well deserved
From day to day

I can't breathe!
I can't breathe!

Don't you worry about my heart
It's OK
The attraction was tearing us apart
We'd die if we stayed that way

I can't feel!
I can't feel!

Watch as the rocks fall off the cliff
Hello?
What's this?
Another screw up
Hazzah!
Watch me as I find the meaning of "liff"

I'm paralyzed 

10/21/08

Safety in odd places

Sometimes, I want to just hide in the bathroom. It's quiet, it's private, it's safe, it's dirty, it's controlled chaos. There are no bills, no women, no papers to write, no enemies to run from. There is peace in the simplest of places. I can hear myself think, I can scream or I can pray. Reality does not affect me. I am the zen master. Do not disturb me... I am escaping. People laugh, but this means very little to me, that is why I stay. No one would ever guess. There is no materialism, there is no capitalism, there is no communism, there are no "ism"s. There is security.

Maybe I'll come out in a day or two...
Scott

10/18/08

Making Up for Lost Time

He looked at the DVD case. It meant nothing to him; neither did food, or money, or music. Apathy was setting in rapidly. The one thing he had thought he had licked. Or was that contentment...? He couldn't be sure. 

The brisk air froze as he breathed out. He could feel ice prickling on his nose. Shoving the now meaningless video case back into his bag he pressed on into the night. It HAD to be around here somewhere! But WHERE??? Everything looked so different at night, it was infuriating! Finding the place in day light had been hard enough... he had even walked by it once not even knowing that it was there! Now where...... 

Green street; there it was. Hang a right, and another right. More darkness, but he could make out a small figure perched upon a bench.

"Hello," a equally small voice whispered.

"Dammit, I missed you!" There was a visible change in his countenance; as if an enormous burden had been lifted from his shoulders. 

"You should talk! I thought I was going to pull my hair out!"

"That would be kinda messy..."

She gave him a playful bop on the nose. "Oh, hush!"

There was a pause for a few moments... then she resumed her train of thought. "It was the little things, you know, like first when I wanted a jar of peanut butter and it was on the top shelf, and I couldn't reach it!" She stopped again, sniffed... "I.... I started crying. Stupid, huh?"

He didn't say anything; but sat down and wrapped his arm around her and held her for all he was worth. "I'm taking you with me next time, OK?"

*sniff* "You had better!" Then a laugh, "Oh, come 'ere!" 

Rain started coming down in soft droplets upon their heads... they didn't notice. They were making up for lost time.

10/17/08

Don't waste your money...

... just don't do it. It's stupid......... especially in college. If you run out of money, most of the time, it's your fault. Just the truth. Here: PLAN WHAT YOU WANT TO BUY!!!!!!! Even if you plan on buying dumb junk that you won't be using in six months.... write it down, plan for it, then buy it. It may not last, and the novelty will ware off, but you will still have the satisfaction of a purchase well spent. 

Perhaps, instead of shopping for lame stuff, you should play Halo or..... something..... like eating stuff......um.....
nevermind.

Scott

10/16/08

"Get on your knees, and fight like a man!"

Who says Petra is outdated? Come on! Show yourselves, and I'll give you a piece of my mind! I'm having a jocular good time here... just so you know. I won't really hurt you, but seriously! 

You wake up in the morning, you feel... empty. You feel like you just screwed things up even more than they already were! They have every right to hate your guts! But you still love them... that's why you did what you did. Because you love them. The imperfect copy of Jesus inside of you tried to rebel against the pain and stupidity that it saw around you, and a tainted world rebuffs you... yet again. 

Now what? What do you do? You are in dirt, bloodied and bruised... still armed for battle. There is only one thing for it; get down on your knees in the mud! Pray like you have never prayed before! You may have been ignoring God, this was your wake up call! This may seem like a little thing, but no break in the fellowship of the church is a small thing! This may have happened a thousand times before, get down again... fight! The time has come to fight like a man!

In Christ,
Scott

10/15/08

An Old Friend

The rain has been so long in coming

An old friend

Just when I need him most

Pouring down, down, down

 

Clean my soul, aid my friends

Help them please, make amends

I cry and scream and hurt

I stumble in the dirt

 

The other side I long for

The other side I crave

I look to what lies beyond

At the other side of the grave

 

But time is not yet finished

So much more work to do

And with some grace, and helping hands

I know I’ll make it though

 

The rain drips down the shutters

And leaks in through the cracks

It warms my heart with gladness

That nothing I do lack

 

A reminder that I’m starving

For the words I did neglect

How could I be so blinded?

How could I now forget?

 

A dusty book

Written by a friend

Is the only way

For me to make amends

 

The rain it is so soothing

It runs into my soul

It keeps me warm and healthy

It brings me back to home 

10/12/08

The night is long... my words are longer

My head is warm. A hat does its job. It has words on it, meaning I know not what. I am sitting in a place that is not home, but I am comforted. Buzzing on, buzzing off, buzzing on, buzzing off. I have not driven in hours, it feels like years. My car does not exist. W________ and ____W are now my stomping grounds, and they are populated with loved ones, new and newer. Rap can be constructive, depending on the beat. Friends, however, choose not to enjoy it. One person listens, even when I don't know what I am saying. Blue eyes seem more abundant out west. I doubt the validity of some statements, yet I am learning to trust others... again. Family is far away, but they do not inhabit my hometown. Materialism consumes like a toxic radioactive fire. God pulls me from its flames. Being content and patient makes one richer. Tithing, even more so. A healthy longing is not out of place. Air mattresses deflate easily... they must not enjoy my company. I go to sleep on one. I will awake upon the floor. Canned food tastes good, depending on the circumstances.

Good-nite,
Scott

10/8/08

Never Fear, the Flobots are Here!




It is finally time for another review. I am sure that some of you at least have heard of the fad hip/hop group, Flobots. For those unfamiliar with the group’s sound and direction, I’ll give you a point of reference. They take the political-mindedness of Rise Against, and add the Biblical worldview and catchy beats of Christian rappers like KJ-52, and PAX217. Have you ever wanted your music to actually SAY something, and yet not twist the facts? Have you ever been sickened by what the church is becoming and how it is aiding a fallen culture instead of impeding it? Never fear, the Flobots are here! And if you look beyond the exterior, I believe that they have the quality and power to stay on the scene for a long time.

 

Here are the lyrics to the opening song:

 

 

"There's a war going on for your mind

Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks

Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads

Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel

Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers

Now it's raining pornography

Lovers take shelter

Post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots

They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies

 

There's a war going on for your mind

Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads

They flash logos and blast ghettos

Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"

Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings

 

There is a war going on for your mind

Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them

The desert sky is their bluescreen

They superimpose explosions

They shout at you

'pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain

Nor the craters beneath the draped flags'

Those hoods are there for your protection

And meteors these days are the size of corpses

 

There's a war going on for your mind

We are the insurgents"

 

WARNING: "Mayday," "Stand Up," "Combat," and "The Rhythm Method" contain some profanity.


Stand out tracks: "There's a War Going on for Your Mind," "Stand Up," "Handlebars," "Rise", and (if you can find this b-side track online) "So Happy Together."


Final score: 4 1/2 out of 5

 

Until next time,

Scott

10/5/08

I'm still here

The sky fades again, as all the people leave

But I’m here… I’m still here

My words cut those I wish to please

And I’m here, I’m still here

 

The grass dies and the world spins

Friends grow old, I grow away

I’m trying to swim, but I’ve lost my fins

The thoughts hurt from day to day

But I’m still here, Yes, I’m still here

 

Another one stands before me

You can look, but you can’t touch

My failures are so plain to see

It all seems to be too much

 

And the clouds roll in, the world caves in

I still stand

I look back, were I’m going, were I’ve been

And I stand, and I fall, and I die

I hope and I love and I cry

And I’m still here

 

It’s so quiet in this room

My mind it moves so fast

This won’t become my tomb

I’m going to make this last

 

The fear comes to haunt, the people run away

But I’m here, I’m still here

I will not flee, I won’t choose to be afraid

And I’m here, I’m still here

An Apology

This is me recanting, or perhaps just clarifying and apologizing for what I said in my last post. It was very ill thought out, and full of very bad jokes. Then worst of all, I put it up on the webernet for all to see. And now I have friends and relatives asking me if I have a girlfriend and who it is that they should be hating. Stupid, stupid me!

Error #1: When I said "falling in love," I simply meant that I am attracted to the opposite sex again. In retrospect, this is probably the most dense and obviously stupid thing I could say. Of COURSE I'm attracted to the opposite sex! I'm a guy! DUH! So that was really dumb. It is just that I have been jaded by relationships before, and my poetical, exaggerating mind took my words too far when I started feeling lovey-dovey emotions again. Who isn't jaded by it at sometime, and who doesn't fall back on their pheromones again? Sorry about that one...

Error #2: "Befriended an enemy of the Christian faith..." WOW.... bad, bad, bad joke. Biting sarcasm, and very ill thought out. No, he's not. I was out of line. It's just that a lot of people I know pre-judge his family, and that really, REALLY ticks me off. But my comment was out of line, and I apologize for that.

I will think before I post in the future. Please forgive me for my previous post, and I pray that you will continue reading what I write; even when it is out of bounds.

Sincerely,
Your Friend,
Scott

10/3/08

Shock

(this post is under construction, due to misunderstandings and miscommunication. sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for your patients. Scott)

9/29/08

"Lord, save me from myself"

I do not desire food, nor do I desire company. I want sustenance and I require love. I want the ends, not the means. The means require work I am not willing to expend. I have become “lazier than the furniture.”

I am sick of punk rock, something that rarely, if EVER happens. I am done with my paper, yet afterwards, rejoicing is brief. Decent into utter apathy consumes me. Poetry is life, emo is not an abstract phrase. It is a state of mind.

Overstatement, and exaggeration. Other’s disbelief at my remarks. “No one understands!” That is a lie from hell. But it still burns; it still draws blood.

Focus is barely managed. Spell check is my crutch. It causes me to stumble, it causes me to fail.

I feel like the instrument I write upon: slipping ever nearer towards running out of juice, but yet, never quiet reaching 0%. The constant state of wanting to be full, but never being empty.

Contentment, like a flower, is fleeting. It blooms with such beauty, but withers with the lightest frost. Resilient it is not.

Melancholy. LORD, save me from its grasp. It clutches at my heart. It tugs upon my mind. It consumes like cancer. Like an infectious hardcore song it eats away at body and soul.

“LORD, save me from myself."

And yet thought you may despair, God shows grace. He shows that He is still the one who brought you into this place called life, called you to Himself, and sustains you through all.

You may not give a hoot, you may be sick of life through and through; you may not be able to feel a thing. Then God’s beaming sense of humor shines through the dark, dark clouds of the mundane. A blonde, and box of Lego, leaves crunching underneath the soles of your feet, someone who is completely baffled by your sour outlook on life, yet stays to listen as you ramble on uselessly. These are the things God uses. He shows up at the last second, then He defies your expectations, blows your mind, and blesses your socks off.


Scott

9/27/08

The Clock

The stage lights glow
They keep the screen alive
I sit one seat behind you
The clock it moves towards five
The tick
The tock
and on again it goes
The time
It stops
and reality it slows
The speaker speaks
The people grin
Although they don't agree
The chocolate falls
In darkened strands
I wish I could be free
The politics
The politics
The many words
So many words
It makes me oh so sick
But the clock
It still does tick
My reminder does no good
It does not what it should
The lights shine on your head
We surely will be dead
I cannot focus
I cannot think
My studies fail
Your beauty pails
As the clock
It ticks
It tocks

9/21/08

Back again

Sorry, it's been too long. College will do that to you...

I don't have much. In fact, I don't have anything really, but the flu and lots of homework. I'll try to keep anyone who still reads this posted...

Till then,
Scott

8/15/08

Tropic Thunder Review


The comedy event of the summer has just been released, it's not playing in my town and I don't have a car. Only one thing for it; bike to the next town, 10 miles west. Yup, I really wanted to see it.
Even after 45 minutes of solid biking, I was still an hour and half early for the first showing at 2:00 PM. So grabbing a 20 oz Vault, I sat down in the cinema lobby to balance my finances.
Finally, with over a half hour before the opening trailers (once upon a time they were shown after the film, hence the name), I entered the theater to hear the speakers blasting the rock top 100, and to see a 50 year old man talking to himself. No one else was in the theater. At last, at nearly 10 of, the crowd started trickling in. All were either 50 or 18... no exaggeration and only two were women. Yeah, it's that kind of movie. To the relief of all, the reel kicked in a minute before 2:00, and even before the opening credits rolled the audience was in stitches. Two words: hill-ARIOUS! (It's a joke. I know that it's not two...nevermind.)
In order to give you an idea of what "Tropic Thunder" is like, I'm going to throw out some movie titles. Here's the break-down: take the war scenes and swearing from "We Were Soldiers" and "Saving Private Ryan," throw in some MTV celebrity gossip and the nutty satire of "Dr. Strangelove," then add Ben Stiller's wacky sense of humor and every explotion from every action movie that you've ever watched. Put 'em together and what have you got? Bibbity, bobbity-- "Tropic Thunder"!
Five actors with big problems are about to make the biggest Vietnam war movie since "Apocalypse Now." There are just two small problems: they find it almost impossible to work with each other and then when a $4 million dollar explosion is detonated when the cameras aren't even rolling, it appears that the film is sunk. That is until the director and screenwriter decide to dump the hopeless actors in the middle of the real Vietnam. Things don't go as planned and one of the troop ends up getting kidnapped by drug-lords. His only hope is for his fellow cast members to man up and preform the greatest rescue in Hollywood history.
Sadly, this is yet another film on which my opinions differ drastically from Focus on the Family; right up there with "The Matrix," "Fight Club" and "V for Vendetta." There is plenty for Christians to hate, from the opening scenes of extreme violence to the f-words scattered throughout the script to the very minor homosexual plot line. The legalists are going to have a field-day with this one. So I will do my best to point out what the film gets right.
I'll sum it up very simply, friendship. This movie's leading theme is friendship. Through thick and thin, hell and high water and no matter what your differences, you have got to stick it out. The ending of the film (which I won't spoil) more than makes up for the silliness at the beginning.
So as I rode back home, I thought of three things: 1) How sad it is that a great film will yet again be completely rejected Christians... again. 2) That I will be spending the next year, at least, with four other guys who I might not agree with all the time, but to make it out of college alive, we're going to have to work together and stick up for one another. Over the next four months, friends will be a invaluable commodity. And 3) WOW! Are my legs sore!

4 out of 5, for sure!

Till next time,
Scott

8/8/08

The Dark Knight FAQ and Review

Wow, this turned out to be a REALLY long article! Hence, this will be an ALL Batman week! Yeahhhh!!!! So to start with, I wrote up a few frequently asked questions by Christians about Christopher Nolan's new film, "The Dark Knight." Hopefully they will answer a few of the rumors and concerns that have been floating around the webernet recently. After that I'll get on with the review.

Questions Frequently Asked (by Christians) about "The Dark Knight" 

Q1) Should "the Dark Knight" have been rated "R"?
A) No, I don't think so. Personally, I would not recommend the film to anyone under 13....oh, wait... it's already rated PG-13!!!!! In all seriousness, most of the really bad violence isn't even shown on-screen (the infamous scene where the Joker stabs a mans head with a pencil, for example, is so quick and bloodless that you don't even know what happened until several seconds after it's happened.) To be even more blunt, there were giant ants crawling into peoples' mouths and peoples' eyes bursting into flame in "Indiana Jones 4". I didn't hear of anyone complaining about THAT being PG-13!!!

Q2) Does Heath Ledger play a demonic character in the film?
A) Well, um... yeah, he does. The Joker is pretty evil here, but I think that it's called for. We're dealing with a much more realistic Batman now, so you need a more realistic villain. i.e. One that is really, really evil, as the Joker is in all the comics. Seriously, Ledger makes Jack Nicholson look like a big teddy bear in this movie!

Q3) Does Ledger really deserve a posthumous Oscar?
A) I don't know. I think that his performance was exceptional, but I think the postmortem nostalgia still has everyone misty eyed about giving the late Ledger an Oscar.

Q4) Is "the Dark Knight" really the best superhero movie ever?
A) Yes and no. Yes because I think that it was MUCH better than "Spiderman 3" (which was my previous favorite), no because I do not think that it was really a superhero movie (more on that later).

Q5) Is "the Dark Knight" so morally tainted that I should not support the film?
A) Definitely NOT! A lot of Christian nut jobs have been going around saying all kinds of things about this film: how we shouldn't support it because Heath Ledger was a demon and played a homosexual in "Brokeback Mountain," or because Warner Brothers in trying to push the PG-13 rating over the edge, or just because it's a grim movie. There is nothing wrong with being grim! A lot (and I mean A LOT) of the Bible is grim. Does that mean we throw the whole thing out because we don't want to hear bad news? The Narnia books have horrible baddies in them. Do Christian book stores ban THEM? How about the Narnia films or "The Passion of the Christ," they're grim, they have secular actors in them. Christians never got up in arms about THOSE films! So why project on "the Dark Knight"? Because a Christian didn't write the script? 'Cause Focus on the Family isn't promoting it? That's EXACTLY the kind of double standard that makes us so hateful to the world!
Personally, I think that "the Dark Knight" has as much spiritual application, if not more, than does the "Prince Caspian" film.

Q6) Is there a sequel already in the works?
A) NO!!!!! Do NOT believe the rumors that you hear! The Nolan brothers have NOT signed on to do another film... yet. NO, they have NOT cast Johnny Depp as the Riddler! And NO, NO, NO, Angelina Jolie is NOT playing Catwoman! Speculation this soon after the release of the film is just pointless. Let's at least wait until the DVD comes out before we start guessing.

Now, for the review you have been waiting for...

The (K)night is Darkest

 

 

         “The Dark Knight” is not a superhero movie; plan and simple. No, it aspires to be something far greater. Many movie critics have compared it to Martin Scorsese’s “The Departed.” Although I have not seen “The Departed,” I would disagree, because even though I have not seen it, I have read the story and see nothing redeeming about it. Everything about “The Dark Knight” is redeeming.

         Why I say that it is not a superhero flick is simple: It defies the stereotypes. We’ve had plenty of superhero fare this summer. From Iron Man to the Hulk to Hancock, we always seem to get the same thing, lots of cool action, lots of “yuk, yuk” jokes and really campy plotlines. Sometimes campy isn’t all that bad, I mean, every now and then it works. But after a while you just get sick of superhero clichés. I know I do. “The Dark Knight” throws all that out and starts fresh. Much like what the Bourne series did to spy movies such as 007 and Mission Impossible. I don’t know if you noticed, but after “The Bourne Identity,” “M:I:III” and “Casino Royale” came out…. And what did they do? They tried to emulate Bourne’s realistic and gritty style, and for the most part, it works.

         The Nolan brothers have done the same with Batman. No more silly gags to break the tension, no more dumb filler characters and most notably, no assurance at the end telling us that everything will be alright… just more dread for the hero and less respect from the general public. Batman really becomes hated at the end of this film. And, no, don’t even try to compare it to Spiderman, because Parker’s trouble in Spiderman 2 looks like the Sunday funnies when compared to Batman’s trouble.

(WARNING, SPOILERS TO FOLLOW!!!!!)

         Ultimately, “The Dark Knight” is about choices. LOTS of choices! And how those choices affect the people around us and how others can affect the choices we make… if we let them.

         The movie starts with the Joker robbing a bank, and killing all but one of his henchmen along the way... on purpose. Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne (Batman) is dealing with radioactive dollar bills, mob activity and a bunch of goons who think that it’s cool to dress up like him and go around shooting bad guys. Police Chief James Gordon confronts Batman about the Joker, believing that he is a major threat to Gotham. Batman disagrees, believing that the mob still posses more problems for the city.

         Wayne is also having relationship trouble. His girlfriend, Rachel Dawes, is now dating the DA of the city, Harvey Dent. However, after seeing Dent in action, Wayne sees that he could be good for Gotham. Dent is seemingly fearless against the criminals and mob bosses. Ulimately, Wayne believes that he has found someone with a face to take his place, so he can retire the suit. But hey, this IS a Batman movie… how likely is it that something like that would happen? You guessed it, not likely at all.

         So just when things are looking up, the baddies caught, the streets cleaned up, here comes Joker. Suddenly, several higher ups in the police force turn up dead and a Batman pretender winds up hanging from a noose. The city panics as the Joker shows up on the local news telling everyone that he will kill more people if Batman does not reveal his identity.

         With the help of a lot of high-tech gadgets, Wayne figures out through a series of clues that the Jokers next targets are Rachel Dawes, Harvey Dent and the Mayor. Batman and the police rush to put them into protective custody, but when the Mayor is almost killed, Gordon takes the bullet instead. In a long chase scene, the Joker, who is in a semi, attempts to kill Dent, who is in an armored vehicle, with a bazooka. The end result of which is that the Joker is captured and Dent gets away.

         Sadly for Dent and Dawes, the cops who were suppose to protect them are bent, and both of them end up in separate rooms filled with explosives, while the Joker just smiles and taunts his captures from his cell. Once Batman learns of their disappearances, he is enraged and assails the Joker in his cell, while the Joker just laughs manically. Finally, the Joker gives Batman the addresses of the hostages, and Batman goes after Dawes, while Gordon (who we learn faked his death in order to capture the Joker) goes after Dent. Little do they know that the Joker lied (of course.) Hence Batman is able to save Dent, but the sparks of the explosion light Dent, having half his face soaked in gasoline, aflame. Gordon is not able to save Dawes.

         Enraged and in pain, Dent lays in a hospital bed, refusing skin grafts to correct the damage done to his face. Deciding that all he needs is a little “push,” the Joker (who has escaped from prison through rather disgusting means) arrives to encourage him to take his revenge for the death of Rachel Dawes. So off Dent, now Two-Face, goes, after the crooked cops, now Commissioner Gordon and Batman himself, whom Dent believes are all responsible for the death of his girl.

         The Joker, after blowing up the hospital that Dent was in (all the people had been evacuated, thank God), he informs the citizens of Gotham that after tonight, the city will be under his rule. In panic, authorities load two boatloads of people on ferries to escape the city. One is filled with Gotham’s worst convicts; the other with hapless civilians Apparently, the Joker was expecting this. He cuts the power to both boats, and then addresses the passengers through the ships’ intercom. He tells them that he has rigged both ships with bombs, and has placed the trigger for each on the opposite boat. If one boat blows the other, he will let the surviving people live. But if no one has pulled the trigger by midnight, he will blow everyone sky-high.

          Batman rushes to the scene to confront the Joker. He is able to pin the villain to the ground as the clock ticks past midnight. The Joker realizing what time it is, is enraged that the people did not succumb to his evil plot. Resolving to kill them all he attempt to knock Batman off of himself to grab the trigger, but Batman defends himself by knocking the Joker off the building they are in. Refusing to let someone knowingly die, Batman save the Joker with a grappling hook and leaves him for the police, while Batman goes after Two-Face.

         He finds Dent with Commissioner Gordon and his family in the building where Rachel Dawes died. Dent, deciding whom to kill with a coin toss, shoots Batman in the abdomen, and then proceeds to threaten Gordon’s son, but before he can pull the gun, Batman gets up and tackles Dent, sending them both through a hole in to burnt out building. Dent lies motionless, while Batman struggles to get up. Gordon and his son come up to thank Batman, who tells them to inform the public that the murders that Dent committed where Batman’s fault, in order to preserve the people’s belief that Dent stood for something noble till the end. The film ends with Batman riding off into the night on his Batpod while Gordon’s son asks:

         “But he didn’t do anything wrong, dad. Why did he say that?”

         “Because, he’s our dark knight.”

        

         See any spiritual symbolism? I most certainly do. Even if Nolan didn’t intend it, it is clearly there. Batman sacrifices his life, his image and his future for the people of Gotham. Sounds a lot like someone else I know.

         The main theme, as I said above, is choices. And specifically how the Joker tries to form those choices for other people. Specifically the part with the ferries threw me. After my dad and I walked out of the theater, I asked him:

         “So what did Batman prove, when the people didn’t blow up the ferries? That humans are basically good? I mean, as Christians we don’t hold to that, right?”

         My dad gave me a look that said: “Of course we don’t believe that!” Then explained it like this: No, the movie didn’t prove that people are mostly good. It proved instead that the Joker didn’t have as much power over peoples’ decisions as he thought he did. See, through out the film, the Joker’s constant refrain is that he’s not after anything at all, or at least, he isn’t after anything logical. This is then backed up by several other characters… specifically Alfred. And while it is true that the Joker isn’t after money, I believe that he IS after something:

POWER.

By the end of the film Nolan takes that power away from him, and asserts that the choices made by the individuals in the movie were not indeed the Joker’s, they were their own. For example, Dent’s decision to murder the people that had wronged him, that was his own vendetta for vengeance… not the Joker’s.

In the end I think that this film makes a very powerful statement against terrorism. It does not work if we refuse to play the villains game. If we play along and run and hide, we have failed. But we are able, even in the face of evil, to make our own decisions, decisions that may define us for many, many years to come. This same concept applies to sin. We may be tempted, but as Christians, we are given the choice NOT to sin. I pray that we, like the convicts and civilians on the ferry, make the right choice… even if we don’t make it out alive.

 

5 out of 5. Definitely! 


Until next time,

Scott

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