(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?

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

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.

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

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