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

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.

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

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

Coming Soon

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

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

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'!!!!!