Bert the Pladin

For a while now I've been playing World of Warcraft. It's fun but the funnest part are some of the people who play it and some of the faults in the game.

Me and my bro are going to embark on imortalizing these faults in a cartoon strip that we intend to post on the Blizzard website. This is a work in progress and right now we're just brainstorming, but soon we'll get to prduction. Mainly I'll be the script wrighter and idea thinker since I have no real artistic talent. That's where my brother comes in, he'll be bringing Bert, as we've dubbed the main charcter, to life.

Well that's all for now.

The Fiish

Hershey

Wow, what fun!

I went to Hersy park yesterday with my brother and Jermy. We had a perfectly grand olde time. The rides there were great. There was one that rockets you out of the terminal at an acceleration of 0 to 72 mph in 2.5 seconds. That's bloody fast if you ask me. They had some wooden ones that were pretty fun too. On one of the feet-dangly kind we got front row, a truely awsome experience. One of the tricks to rideing a coaster right is that you cant think of it as somthing that could possibly kill you because it just ruins te whole thing. I like to imagine I'm a fighter pilot going at mach 10 without a windshield :P.

Overall rateing for Hershey park: 9.99 and three noses out of 10.

I take off the .01 because of the long lines the fact that a guard, instead of asking me to step out of his way when I hadnt even seen him comeing, grabbed the arm of my sweater and pulled on it till I moved.


Untill next time I post.

The Fiish

Wake up call

My room mate has this nasty habit of sleeping through alarms.

I think I may have a solution: I got an alarm for my computer that will open iTunes and play a designated track.

The particular track I chose was "Fly From The Inside" by Shinedown. I think that could just about wake the dead, especially when It blairs out of my computer at full blast.

The Fiish

The Last Battle

I realize that I haven't posted in a long time. I apologize for that fact and as a token of apology I give you a new post.

I recently listened to the audio version of The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis. I loved it. The last section of the book is amazing. The parts where they are dicovering that they're in heaven
and how wounderful it is really got to me. I just fealt so happy but at the same time really sad. Like I wished I was there and can't be yet.

Read it if you haven't. If you have read it again :).


Ok well I'm going to have to go to bed here, what with it being 12:30 A.M. and all.

Got two tests tomorow and alot of technical drawing to do.


The Fiish

College kids

I think there are drunks in the hallway. Oh wait........those are just college kids.

The Fiish

Car Accident

Just a note to say that I'm really buisy with college and I caused an accident tonight and I'll talk about it when I'm good and ready. Plus I'm tired and have to sleep.

Oh and noone was hurt.

The Fiish

College, my friends, college

I'm in college......

What's it like you ask? It seems to be alright so far. I think as you grow up that feeling of extreem terror that you feel your first day of school kinda wears down. I dont feel particularly anxious or nervouse or anything.

I'm living in a dorm room off campus, about four blocks, and its alright. I got my room mate kinda the second I got here, theres a story behind that though.

So I get in the dorm to have a room assinged to me and I get my room number and key, find the room, and open the door. I'm greeted by some very remakable looks of shock by two parents as the door swings open. They quickly say before even a greating "This room is taken". Then just as fast they say that ther's only one bed. Personaly I think they just hid the other bed to give him a whole room to himself cause they wouldent let me in the room to check.

So I whent back to the office and told the floor manager and told him. There was a kid and his dad sitting in the office and the dad said "Hey just put him with my son!", leave it to dads to make that kind of call :P ( I love my dad so don't go sayin' nothen different). Anyway we moved in togather and didnt say much so I figured "great a no-talker type", then we when to orientation and stuff. That night when I came back to the room I found out he wasnt a non-talker. We talked from like 7 or 8 to ten at night. Only thing is that he says he cant sleep alot of nights so he usually just talks. But for me I cant talk at night so I usually just sleep. :P

We'll work it out I guess, or I hope.

It's 7:48 now and I need to be on the campus at 9:00 and I got some things to do so I should be going.


The Fiish

Ok, Lemme try to break it down

I got down to SC around the 23 or so of June. I rode the train down and the trip was from 4 PM to like 9 AM of the following day. Befor eI rode down I had hung out at my brother's apartment for about a week during wich time I found that I really did miss my family alot after they returned to the mission field. I also found out that Philadelphia is a pretty boring place unless you actually decide your going to brave the city streets and do a whole lot of walking. My brother mostly is at work, in class, or working/playing on his computer.

 

So I get to the train station in Clempson SC and there is no one there to pick me up. So I wait 15 minutes then decide I better make some calls. The dumb thing being that there are no pay phones at the train station, oh and by ststion I mean a little parking lot next to the track that has a small building that's alwase locked for some reason. So I pick up my 100 plus pounds of luggage and make my way down a hill, across a 4 lane highway to a gas station. I don't have my Uncle's phone number so I call the only U.S. number I know by heart, my Grandparents. I get My Uncle's phone number from them and call their house, my aunt answers and tells me that my uncle is on the way to the train station to pick me up. so I figure I'll catch him when he drives by the gas station. So again I wait. About a half hour latter I decide to go back up to the stion because I'm shure that he'de find me there if he ever came and it'd be a lot easyer than flagging him down. So I heav my luggage back across the four lane, up the hill and next to the little building. He was there already and must have arrived just as I was crossing the four lane from the first time or makeing the phone calls. But to make a story shorter I finnally got to their house. I'm cutting out the fact that we whent to WalMart because shopping with my uncle is a whole chronicle in itself that I'll have to relate some time.

 

So I got to their house and since there was nothing to be done, I hopped into the truck and whent to see my good friends the Kunkels. I whent with their children, Dallas (my age), Hana, Sarah, and Rachel, to see Cars at the theater. Whent back to their house and hade dinner. About 9:30 I headed back to the farm.

 

Now if I tell my whole summer day by day like that, this will be a very long post. Plus there are some detailes that I can't include for general viewing due to the top secret nature of some of the proceedings on the farm. Those of you who've worked there will understand.

 

Within the next few days we started the job that requieres you to get up so bloody early in the morning and we did that job religiously every day for the next four weeks.

 

We also did the job of preparing the plants that we will latter plant in the field. We did that two days and did a total of about 1600 plants.

 

This year I didnt get any deer sadly or crows (we have a permit for that) but I did do quite a bit of killing. My kilss for this year are as follows.

 

Racoons: 3

Possums: 1

Skunks: 5

Coyotes: 1

 

I also was incharge of laying the raccons, skunks, and possum in thier graves. And let me tell you America, skunks STINK! I don't mind skunk if its just a wiff or far away, but up close and persona like that it smells like somone frying rotten eggs only ten times worse. Fortunatly i took my prcautions and didnt get any stink except on my boots and it wore off pretty quick because of all the walking I did and stuff.

 

Well what else? I can't really think of much else.

 

Oh! I have yet to mention some of the most important people this summer, the Lunas. Charis Luna and her brther Seth came down for two weeks shortly after I arrived. We had a grand old time talking about past summers, getting lost takeing the smith boys home, watching funny videos on my computer (OWWWWWWW, This helmet is chaffeing my eye brows. I SWEAR!). Thanks again Charis and Seth! Be seeing you tomorow afternoon if all goes well.

 

Ok I think I'll cut this post off. This should provide a little entertainment for ya'll out there. 

 

Tune in next time for the exciting sequel in The Farm series: The Crow Cannon.

 

The Fiish

A pair of Irksomly chaffed eyebrows

HEY YOU BUNCH OF STRANGE PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG FROM TIME TO TIME!

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAACKKK!

I have returned from the South Carolina Watermelon Patch to the apartment of my brpther in the City of Brotherly Love, PHILADELPHIA.

Top on my list now that I have returned is that I am scheduled to move into college on the 13th. That gives me a little less than a week of un-collegefied freedom. So to break it down so that I don't have tpo repeat myself:

What: Moving into college
Where: Thaddeus Stevens College of Technology, Lancaster, PA
When: Sunday the 13th of August 2006
Why: Because I gata

So I'm getting hyped about that every time I think of it, So I'm trying not to.


Working on the farm was fun, and hard. I got there the 23 or so of June, and stayed till last Friday. I had help from my friends, Charis and Seth Luna, for two weeks. The rest of the time I was on my own.

By the way: Charis, Seth, Thanks A whole bunch for comeing down this year. It really made it funner.

Well, really too much happened this summer for me to type up before my attention span runs out so Look forward to part 2 of this post comeing shortly to a blog page near you.



The Fiish

Crashing

For the last, almost a, week I've been crashing at my brother's appartment in the great city of Philadelphia. So basically I have very restricted internet useage because he uses his computer alot and the people around him are smart enought to put passwords on their wireless networks.

 

This post is actually more of a test in that I'm posting via email because once I get down in South Carolina for my summer job I fear that email is the most I'll have.

 

I am starting my trip down this friday afternoon and will arrive early saturday morning in Clemson i think.

 

The Fiish

Ok time for another post

So what has happened of late? Well we went to the zoo last monday and did some other lesser stuff during the week.

One of the biggest developments is that I got a guitar. A picture of it can be seen here.

It's a Seagull acoustic complete with electronics. Got it on a deal from a friend who owns a music shop. Oh and it's used..... really used.

The previouse owner was a song leader at a church. The guy who jams the chords out of the guitar while he sings. I think he knew little about taking care not to hit the gitar with his pick while playing. Its not too badly dinged up but ther were some nice dents around the inside of the soud hole and in an arching pattern down from the scratch plate. Any guy who does that to a guitar should be rolled in a fire ant nest.

But it plays sweet, and I'm playing again so the dings dont matter much to me. He even hit the bridge real nice a few times. I should stop looking for dents, makes more of them appear.

The Fiish

One of my favorite graduation cards

On of the funnyest graduation cards I got:







The Fiish

Pictures of grad

Please read the post below this one, that talks about the graduation. I said I was going to email the pictures around but I figure that people have limited inbox space so I'll just post them here and hope it works out.

Click on each one to get a bigger version.


















The Fiish

I are a hi-skool gr4ju@t

Yippe for me! I survived Highschool and am now a graduate!

Yesterday I got up, got yelled at for sleeping in and not helping with the preparations that were all being done at the last minute as they alwase seem to be done for somthing this important, and went for a 1 1/2 hour drive to the college campus that was reserved for the graduation. Well I had to be there at 12 because they were going to reherse the whole thing with the students so that we weren't completely clueless when the real thing started. After that I went up to the room that we rented from the college for my personal after-graduation party. I got into my best clothes, the ones I never wear, and I headed back down to the room where the other guys were getting suited up. In a few minutes everyone was ready and paradeing around in the "robes" (It's not a dress it's a kilt......sicko!). So then the presentation started, and whent on as a usual graduation. The validictorian, who was one of these blond girls who has like a zillion highschool credits because she has her own fashion line, gave a long speach that she had clearly rehearsed billions of times and that was adressed more to the air over our heads than to us, at least she never looked at us. Then we were in for a treat, the pastor who was going to adress the assembly was one of these born-again drug-dealer/gang leaders. The guy could preach like a black Baptist minister. He was G-O-O-D grood, I mean good. Then the diplomas started to get handed out and all the graduates had a little blurb read about them that they had submitted to the diploma commitee. I hate those kind of things because compared to you they all seem so great, or rather they flaunt thier achievments. Oh well, if I had known I would have put in "Able sniper with 7 out of 9 confimed fatalities" :P. I mean deer of course...... I'm not a hitman so dont nobody go askings me to wack nobodys.

Any hoo, I got my diploma and had an after party that turned out remakably well, except that on of the guests fell in the parking lot and had to be taken to the E.R. but showed up latter anyway. Man it makes me sick that that college made their curbs invisible..... Thier trying to bump the older generation off is all I can figure.

Ok well I gotta eat.

I'm going to email around some pictures because I can never get the blog to put them up how I want them.

The Fiish

P.S. If you don't get emailed pictures and want to see them please reply. I'll try to get them sent tonight but give me a few days.

Crud

It seems as though the fates are against me. Every time one of my favorite bands goes on tour in my state and esspecially when the place is near to me somthing alwase happens so that I cant go see them. It's like I'm cursed to not be able to see them live.

Well life still goes on. Got to shave with my stright razor today, it's alot of fun once you figure out how not to cut you jugular open. It's kinda like scrapeing rust off of somthing, you take little swipes untill the hairs are cut down to the skin. And you cant have the blade at too high or low of an angle. Too high wouldcause you to rip the hairs out and too low would cause you to have too re-apply your neck to your shoulders with super glue. :P

Incidentally this is my 84th post. Man I can't belive that this blog survived two weeks let alone 6 months. That's half a year!

The Fiish

Setting Up

Here's the moment you've all been waiting for: MY FIRST POST!!!!! Huh? Oh oh OH! MY FIRST POST ON MY NEW COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!

Yes indeed, here it sits before me in all its 20", white, all-in-one, Macintosh glory. I'd put up a picture but the camera is built into the top of the screen so it'd be kinda hard.... I'd need a mirror or somthing.

I've been spending the last few days setting it up and customiseing all the chat programs, web browser, media viewers, and it's been doing a superb job of impressing me.

Oh wich reminds me I need to apply for my printer rebate. So long for now.

The Fiish

If the heat dont kill ya..............

Bah, you Americans are heat wimps! :P

But then again us island people are cold wimps so I guess it averages out. I'm sitting here freezing my legs off because the only free outlet at my granparents house is in the basment and I'm too tired to get dressed up just to use the computer.

Life is boring here. And when life is boring the last thing you want is a house full of clocks that all tick at slightly different intervals. Theres like a constant techno beat in the house. It's like TICK-a-lick-TOC-tick, sooooo anoying.

Oh well. I graduate next saturday. Everyone that reads this blog is invited! If you cant come please send your thank you note written on a fifty dollar bill and you'll be excused.

The Fiish

Requests?

I'm currently takeing writing requests. If anyone has somthing they'd like to get satirized of just written up, besides term papers and the lot, I'd be glad to help out.

I'm accepting for these catigories:

-Character sketches
-Satirical work
-Commentary as long as it can be brief
-Short story if the details are provided (don't ask me to write you a story on the fly)

The Fiish

Pictures of the razor

Ok since I dont have any other material to really write about tonight I'll just post two picts of my razor and avoid all punctuation effectively creating a very long run-on sentence.












Ok there are the blade and the whole razor, I do use it on the parts of my face I shave and am thinking about taking off my beard and mustach just for the fun of shaving with it.

The razor and the box are not from the same companey though wich kinda takes away from the value of selling it as an antique with origional box. Oh well, I got what I wanted never the less, a real razor at a good price.

The Fiish

Got one!

A while ago I posed about my intrest in aquireing and learning to use a straight razor. Well today I find myself the proud owner of a vintage peice. It needs to be cleaned up and strilized but thats no problem. Got it at a local antique store for a very resonable 12 bucks. I'll post some picts latter maby if I have the time.

The Fiish

Customer support.

Wow! I actually had a positive experience with customer support just now!

I was looking at the computers I was thinking of getting on the apple website and it sent me like an in window pop up that asked if I would like to talk to a live representative. So I figured it would be nice to consult a person about what computer to get. And it was a real person belive it or not.

So the final Tech Specs for my computer:

• 2GB 667 DDR2 SDRAM - 2x1GB
• 250GB Serial ATA drive
• ATI Radeon X1600/256MB VRAM
• SuperDrive 8x (DVD+R DL/DVD+RW/CD-RW)
• Keyboard & Mighty Mouse + Mac OS X - U.S. English
• Accessory kit
• AppleCare Protection Plan for iMac - Auto-enroll
• 20-inch widescreen LCD
• 2GHz Intel Core Duo
• AirPort Extreme
  
• Bluetooth 2.0 + EDR

I will be ordering it probably by the end of the week.

The Fiish

Well

Ok, Monday. hmmm........ monday. Got my teeth cleaned this morning then we went out for pizza and to pick up another car. Found out that my Grandparent's neighbor has a wirless broadband internet connection, so using my intimate knowlege of the Macintosh network modes I am leaching off of his wirless connection and hence can use the internet.

On anoother note, I didnt sleep much last night because I was freezing. I dont know how you Americans can take it, last time I was here I was comfortable wearing a black leather jaket all year.

Well I talked to my dad about the computer I hope to procure this summer and he gave me the green light to get it on a loan from him. So I think I'll be ordering that this week or soon after. Gona get me a 17" dual processor iMac with 2 Gb RAM and a 250 Gb Hard Drive. It looks like it will run about $1800 for the lowest modle I could stand, or $2200
fo rthe awesome modle.

I gotta run here because my siter is pestering me about rollerblades.

The Fiish

Here I am America

Hello every peoples!

It is I, The Fiish, reporting live from Powelton Ave. in PHILADEPHIA! Amehica vaht a count'y!

Got in at 10 somthing PM last night after the typical hell of flying. First plane was alright, got to sit in the exit row so I had room to streach my legs. After grabbing our 6 checked bags in Puerto Rico, we boarded the second plane for the last leg of the trip. I got to sit right behind the exit door so there was a little more room thank goodness. I put my bag under the seat i was sitting on and started to relax. Then hell broke loose. Stuardess "Cratchet" walked down the isle and somhow noticed my bag. She yelled at me "You can't put that there! It has to be in an overhead bin!" Well since its a Federal offence to not heed the plane staff, I reluctantly handed my bag over. Guess where she put it? In an overhead bin in first class..... Passengers get yelled at for moving through the "mystical barrier" that exists between fist class and coach. So there I was, stuck in the window seat with my bag in first class for a 4 hour flight. Joy.

Well as you can see I survived. And am currently crashing at my bro's place untill we can find lodgeing.

The Fiish

Drawing to a close

Yep, in another day and a half I'll no longer be living here. Sorry all my posts are about traveling but that's basically what my will is being bent to by my parents.

I packed up my Xbox this afternoon. That's usually the point where it finnaly hits me that time is running short, because my xbox is like the only thing I never move in the house. It just sits there most of the time collecting dust, dont play it much anymore except if I get a new game or have nothing relatively constructiveto use my time for. For the most part I'm packed, a few odds and ends left to shut in the boxes. Mde shure my Leatherman wasnt in any of my carry-ons. That would stink to loose somthing that cost $75 to the customs agent, who would probably pocket it. Got my clothes packed, that's a funny experience to go through your clothes and select the ones to travel with, that's when you see wich ones you really like.

The ingratitude of people here is amazeing. If somone asks you to do somthing for them and it's not perfect they hold you responsable. Example: I bought a CD player this last summer and used it at the farm (the white one I carryed around for those of you who were there), the neighbor kid had asked me to get him a CD player and since this one was fully loaded I gave it to him upon my return. The next day he comes to me and says that the screen dosnt work. I assured him that it did when I gave it to him and he said it did but died abruptly after the first day, he gave it back and told me to get him a different one. Now this kid is my age, and the adults are worse. Thank goodness I bought it at Best Buy and got a BBY warrenty with it. My dad took it back on one of his trips and exchanged it. When I gave it to him I made it clear that I was only going to work a miracle once and he had better take care of it. Bahh. Kids these days. Espesially here where arrogace is indoctrinated into yougsters.

I started a rubber-band ball tonight. Got a large buckeye marble and put about 60 rubber-bands on it to start. Cant wait till my dad asks where all his rubber bands are :P

Monday I played in another Basketball tournament like the one I posted about a month or so ago. This time, to genneral annoyance of the basketball players, we arrived and found out that it was a whole "sports day" and basketball was not in the morning starting at 8 AM (in a town it took us an hour to drive to and we hurryed to get there on time) but in the afternoon starting at 2 PM. So what could we do? GO TO THE BEACH OF COURSE!! And we did, and had a most excellent time. I had a nice, probably my last till Christmas vacation, nap on the beach and whent back to the tournament pumped. We got there about 15 min before the games started and found out that we had a new coach that had never been to our practices and to my knowlege had never seen us play. And, drat my luck, I got picked for the first match. Well we played and creamed the first team 24 to 14 or somthing. We lost the secound match but it was because my team stinks at blocking long shots and that was the other team's speciality. But what really made it worth it was after all was done the coach said that I played very well. And I'm the happyer for it.

Ok this is like three posts worth. Hope you enjoyed reading it.

the Fiish

Cold Shower, Root Beer, and U.S. Citizenship

Well I whent to basketball practice tonight and as usual me and this one other guy were there a good half hour before the rest. So we warmed up, took some shots, and played a little one on one. I kid you not, it did me in. The humidity here isnt usually extreemely high, but today was one of those days where rain clouds just hang in the sky and do nothing but frown at you. Those are the days where the humidity is terrible. Ok so, extreem humidity + raising body temperature + sitting at the doctors office all morning then walking two miles to get home and takeing the oth to be an American citizen (more later) and standing around the shopping mart all afternoon = Instant dehidration through ppersperation and fatigue. So in half an hour all the other guys showed up all fresh out of the airconditioning in thier cars and we're standing there looking like we need to get wrung out and hung up to dry. But we both still played in all the practice matches.

So I get home, take a cold shower, and have a tall glass of ice with root beer in it. Mmmmm, make that TWO glasses of root beer. No, you can't buy root beer here. No, I the humidity did not short circuit my brain. We get these root beer concentrate things at some grocery stores that still seel them. You mix it up with 4 gallons of water, some yeast, and a heap of sugar. It makes about 9 1/2 coke bottles full. Then you set it some place that you don't mind having covered in root beer and wait a few days for the fermentation to start. NO! I'M NOT MAKING BOOZ! :P. The yeast produces carbon dioxide as it dies, thus carbonateing the root beer. The stuff ain't bad. Just as long as there's enough room in each bottle to handle the pressure of the carbon dioxide as it formes. That's why I said we dont let it set anywhere we don't want covered in root beer. Fortunately we have a shower that's like a hall that's tiled and has a shower head and a depression at the back with a drain. Very nice setup, oh and it does have a door, we're not total barbarians. Ba-Ba-Barbarian!

Also today I got the paper work done for my passport, which means that I wount be forced to become a Frenchie. And then I swore the oth that I didn't lie about the stuff on the form. So now I am offically set for my U.S. citizenship. Wich, I might add, starts a week from tomorow.

This is getting long, and this is the end......... THE END!

The Fiish

Yes Mom....

Ok so today is like the day that all my homeschool grades need to be sent in. And my mom is after me to start packing stuff that I want to have in America. And I'm worried about some health issues. But too top it all off it really hasnt sunk in that I'm going to be leaving this island in less than two weeks, and from that point on, I'm just a tourist.

Oh well it'll hit soon enough, and I hope not too severely.

The Fiish

Into the bar.....

So a penguin walks into a bar and asks the bartender for some fish. Th e bartender replies that they don't have fish and politely asks the penguin to leave. The next day the penguin is back and again asks for fish. A little angry the bartender says they don't have any fish and tells the penguin to leave. The third day the penguin returns and asks for some fish. The bartender yells at him that they don't have any fish and tells the penguin that if he comes back and asks for fish he will nail his beak to the bar. The next day the penguin comes in and asks, "Do you have any nails?". The bartender realeaved that he didn't ask for fish says "No". The penguin then says "Good! Do you have any fish?"



Don't get it? ................................................Why would the penguin make shure that the bar tender didnt have any nails before he asked for fish? :P

This one had me splitting my sides last night, if you enjoyed it tell me.

The Fiish

The Highwayman

This song is awesome! It's "The Highwayman" sung by Loreena McKennitt.

The Highwayman

I strongly suggest that you read the lyrics while listening to the song. Like read in time to the singing.

The Fiish

Why such lack?

It's realy intense, if that's the right word, in my mind that people arent as profound or as fun as they seemingly were in my dad's generation. I know alot of people would beg to differ with me but I can make a case for it.

What I'm calling my dad's age, or maby even as far back as my grandfather's age, would be WWII era to, say, the 1960's or so. Back in "Old School", when people had front porches and knew almost everyone in the comunity as well as their family members. By front porches I don't mean a little slab of concreet outside the front door, I'm talking about real front porches like with porch swings and comfortable reading chairs on them. What has this to do with people? Quite a deal actually! See the front porch in old houses was more than just another personal space or room, It was a meeting place and a conversation area. It used to be that in the afternoon most people that were not considered "strage" would sit on the front porch alot at certain times of the day. This was the time to visit people and have a chat, be overall friedly what what! But as people started keeping to themselves and not careing about other people, the front porch died. Now what do we have? Back decks of course! And around that back deck we have? A ten foot fence to keep the neighbors out of our buisness, right?

My eye lids are starting to feel like sand paper, wich is the signal for bed. I will leave you now to your own devices.

The Fiish

Easter Friday (Part 2)

Ok ok, so maby other people's extracaricular Easter get togathers stsnk too! Well at least it helps to know that other people shared in my missery a little.

Uhh, that's all I have to say about that :P. As usual the sequel isn't as good as the origional (post)

Das Fiish

Easter Friday

So here we don't have a "sunrise service" like most American churches, we do however, the Friday before Easter Sunday, go to a big convention center. The program starts at 9 AM and goes over lunch (not provided) to 4 PM. The convention center is a big, church built, steel building that has a boom box every ten feet down the whole 100 yards of the building. It's open air, meaning that there are garage style shutters down the sides that they raise. Now the building is metal, in the sun, on a cloudless day, with the speakes turned just down from the point where they would start tearing the place down. We must stand for an hour for the worship because the animatior alwase thinks that we "didn't sing that last song as good as we could have". The guys working the sound board are trained to put all the switches and nobs to the max, then turn them down just enough so that the mikes stop screeching.

Ye who complaineth about getting up at 5 AM to go sit in an air conditioned room with acceptable audio levels and people that actually know how to9 put a pprogram togather. I will kindly ask you to have all that complaining surgically removed.

The Fiish

What have YOU done today?

I've set up a wood lath, made a new leg for the wheel barrow (wich included cutting, grinding, bending, drilling, and fitting), ate a very good taco soup, checked my email, and wrote a blog post. ALL BEFORE 2:30! It's amazeing n'est t'ill pas?

Click on the picture to read today's Dilbert, very funny. The guy has a carrot dangling infront of him as a simbol of a full time job that leads him on. The picture is also the property of Scott Adams and I take no credit for it.

The Fiish

The Hotel Grenada

I have finnaly found a solid book I want to write! My uncle has the bbest storys in South Carolina and I've decided that this comeing summer I'm going to do the best I can to document as many of them as I can.

Some of the funnyest I've heard deal with his experiences as the person incharge of a student houseing called the Hotel Grenada, and that by the way is probably going to be the title of the book.

If any of the people I worked with at the farm would help me out by emailing me the storys they remember, not just about the hotel, I would be much obliged.

The Fiish

So sorry

Sorry to have to do this to my readers but now word verification is nessisary for posting a comment.

The reason being that people are abuseing the comment privelge by spamming me. I am sorry.

The Fiish

Game related

Hey all, I have a video clip of a map I desined and made viewabl here

Also I have sucessfully made it posible for my Mac to recognise my xbox controller as a joystick and that makes me very happy indeed. I only have one game that it works with so far as I can tell but I havent tryed it with all the ones I own so we'll see.

The Fiish

Arrrr, Cut-throats we be

Indeed, It is my intenton to learn to shave in the proper fashion. For such an excursion I am asking for donations from my readers. A modest total of 100 dollars is needed from my enterprise providing for the razor, soap mug and soap, badger bristle lather brush, strop, and the bandages and ducktape taht I will need to re-secure my head. That said, please donate by contacting my email or chat adress and pledging.

Seriously if you gujys could help me out :P, I've got like little to no cash in the "spend-on-cool-crap" fund, whatwith saving for college and junk. It's like somthing that ive alwase thought about doing in the recesses of my mind and never looked into, but there are still suplyers for good old fashion shavers. Besides, whats better than shaveing? Shaveing with somthing that can take your head CLEAN OFF! :D.

In all his glory and splendor

The, bearded, Fiish

Oh Nos!

Great just great, this morning while I was preforming the weekly trim of my beard, mustach, and soul patch before church, soomthing terrible happened.

I irreversably nicked my soul patch :(. Had to shave the pour bloke off. So now I'm debateing if I sould just shave my beard and mustach off since it "ain't got no soul left".

Imput please by any wierdo that has an opinion. ;)

The Fiish

Would Mr. Brain please report to skull.

I'm trying not to think about it but it's becomeing inevitable. In about a month and a half life as I know it will abruptly end. I'll be moving to the states a legal adult and after the summer taking up residance 3 hours drive from anyone I know in a college dorm. It's a sobbering thought. But I guess it has to happen sometime. My brother already went through it and survived. It kinda makes me sad though, every time I realy get my dad to laugh untill he crys he says "what am I going to do without you?". I feel like everything is going to change for everyone in an eye blink, I guess it wount be that fast but at some point I'm going to sit down in my dorm room and they will sit down on the plane to go back to the mission field.

Why am I saying this? It just occured to me that most people only slightly care about that last paragraph so time for some fun.

This is a 1000 pound, 12 foot long pig that a hunter shot. The story is Here.


One of the most pwnd cats in the world. The true evolution cycle of man, updated! There that danged key is! And for the politicals: Bush throwing a football vs. John F. Kerry trowing a football.


The Fiish

Basket ball tournament.

Ok here at last is the tournament post.

So it all started sunday of last week (not yesterday last sunday). I was my dad's wing-man as we dropped my mom and sister off at our usual church and went to a different one where my dad was preaching. When we went back at noon to pick up my mom I talked to the guy that organises the basketball get togathers on sunday night and found out that wiithout consulting with me he had singed me up to play in a tournament later that week (thursday to be exact). So there I was, I'm the kind of guy who hates telling people no and that's probably what got me into the situations in the first part. I love playing basket ball for fun, I don't like the play it as a sport. I just like to get togather with "da hood" and play. So now I was singed up for a tournament in wich the church was trying to find players to go up against a profesional American team that will be touring the island next month. I pitydafool of a fish that thinks that they stand a chance against a professional American basketball team.

Any way I try to get out of it for a good reason, the tournament is on the only day that we can really get out as a family and do somthing because it's a holiday. But when I try to explay thhat to him he says that I have to make a "sacrifice". Well this is what really ticks me off: I have to make a sacrifice for the team and him when he never makes a sacrifice for either the team or me when basketball is concerned, if pplaying gets in the way of his plans he dosnt channge them.

So I'm stuck with playing now. I go and I do play....... full court. See we practice on a home made half court, playing full court is twice as hard and long. Also, the hoops we practice on are not reglementrary hight, so we are officially screwed in two of thhe most imortant areas. But we surpassed all expectations with our playing, all my expectations anyway. But we still lost all three games we played. And I kid you not there there was some screwey reffing and scoring going on! I witnessed it but the team against who we were playing had bigger mouths than we did and swayed the reffery to their side. See this is what I hate with Christian sports teams here, Christian attitudes are completely abandoned on the field. Like even the guys that we are practicing with, like just playing 2 vs. 2 among our own team members, I've gotten yelled at for helping a team member I was playing agains get up and apologising for having knocked him over. I tell you I think I'm going to just quit, it's just getting really bad.

So in the end there were four matches to be played, I played in three of them. The first two we lost by one point and that was due to the screaming of the crowd against us wich swayed the reff to drop our scor in both games. The third match we lost by two because the reffs gave the other team foul shorts every time they missed a lay up shot even if we haden't fouled the player. I left after the thrid game, I was sick of these "Christian", unsporting, cheaters.

So that was the ordeal I went through last week, still makes my blood boil to think about it. >:[

The Fiish

Knights, new plan!

Well, as some of you peoples know I play basketball with a couple church guys after church. I used to be that we were just playing for fun, then slowly it started to turn into like training sessions with a crabby old man who thinks he is the best baskeball player on the earth.

Anyway, now the young guy who kinda counters the crabby guy told me today that he put my name down to play with him in a tournament without asking me if I had plans for that day or even if I was willing to come, now he says I can't back out of it.

So he says that I have to make a "sacrifice" for the "team" that involves spending all day at a stupid tournament watching him and the good players play during the only day when the whole family (my brother is with us for a week) could get out and do somthing.

Seriousely I'm thinking of just quiting playing with them at all! Really yanks my chain and makes me mad >:(. I'm at least going to tell him now to put me on the freaking list and paying for me to go before he bloody talks to me! What a Fish!

The Fiish

I'm so happy/excited

No I did not buy this guitar..... And no I did not make it.........Yet :D.

I have just completed a transaction in wich I will procure the plans for a '59 Gibson Les Paul by Sunday and begin immediate construction of the body, neck/peghead, and fingerboard to be completed in two months when I arrive in the states and am able to buy the hardwear to complete it.

I'm planing on a mahoganey body with an ebony fretbord and rock-maple neck if I can find a suitable peice otherwise it will also be mahogany of the best possible quality. I'm not going to make the mistake of putting a crappy neck on my second guitar!

The Fiish

A sad begining for a week.

Most of you know what I'm talking about and I dont have the heart to write alot about it. I think its really starting to take shape i my mind.

All I can say is that none of us can fully understand what it must be like to be Mr. and Mrs. Boss right now. I am grieved by their loss.

I can't think of anything else to say, except that if possible dont bombard them with phone calls and stuff. With sonmthing like this it takes time alone and latter you can phone them.

The Fiish

What is this crap?

Excuse the blunt title but....

I'm seeing this "let evil win" ending in alot of movies all of a sudden. It kills the who freaking movie when the good guy kicks it for no bloody good reason and the idiot of a bad guy smirks his way the "The End" screen. Makes me sick, and feel like busting a cap in the producer's head. Yes this is a rant! It's like if you whent to a restaurant and ordered a burgur, you'de expect to get a good hunk of meat and a pleasent meal. But these movies are like a burgur that you eat adn the last bite has a huge madagascar hissing cocroach in it! It ruins the whole thing. What reched fools do we have that are supposed to be giving us good entertainment and instead feed us these gourds of reched lunbox films!

They make me sad. An' I do Pitydafool.

The Fiish

Tired and yet not

I should be in bed..... Yeah I really should :P

But I'm kinda that faze of tired where if you layed down you would go to sleep but it you kept sitting you would stay awake, kinda like an impass. Ergh I needed a shower, I dont stink but it would have been nice, now it's too late :(. I'll have to get one tomorow before I pulnge into Calculus.

Calculus! man...... About a year ago I thought that anyone who mastered Calculus was like, a demi-god. Well today after studying it for 2/3 of a year I still think that of anyone who has MASTERED it. It is so complex and its kinda that tyoe of studying where things dawn on you all of a sudden. Those are the only times that you really "get it".

I need to go, my back is starting to ach.

Oh one last thing, I found and bought somthing that I've alwase wanted but never could find. A door-way chin-up bar. For those of you who havent seen one. It's like a bar with ruber padds on each side, and the pads are connected to a rod inside that screws out in either direction. Then you find a door-way and unscrew it untill it is firmly clamped between the sides of the door-frame. Cool huh? Well I got on now, dosn't make me do chin ups and better :P. I'll be working at it.

The Fiish

College soon

Well in less than half a year, if all goes according to plan, I will be in school on my way to a job as an engineer. Here's what I hope dosn't happen to me :P

I am a Dilbert fan but still not a complete geek, is that possible?

The Fiish

By the way: Click on the picture to enlarge it, if you haven't done so before reading this you have my pity.

Some funny audio and visual stuff

This is some fun stuff I came across on the net with the help of a friend.

Pilot Guns.mp3-"This is your captain speaking"

Mental Health.mp3- Mental Health Hotline

Lunch Time.mpeg- SMACK!

Enjoy!

The Fiish

Smash!!

Picture 1

Picture 2


No one was hurt! But the car you see is my families. My dad was going up this hill and there's a little bridge with a small wall as you can see in the first picture. It was 6 AM and the sun caught my dad in the eyes and the little wall was in a clump of johnson grass. The right tire snaged the wall and broke the front suspension, the bumpper came off too. Two air bags in the front went off (of the ten in the car only two, huhn, that's french engineering for you *spit*).

So the damages:

1) Front suspension shot
2) Right wheel tron off
3) Dash-board shot (when the air bags go off the wreck the whole dash)
4) Right front door dosn't open due to a crease in the body
5) Rear view mirror off/broken

We have a feeling that the insurence is going to total it.

Here lies our car
2004-2006
~
I took the radio so don't dig up the grave

The Fiish

Holy Macrel!

Yeah so my dad was talking about the problems that are in the church and stuff and I said "Hey! you should start your own church!" and he was like "Maby I will, hmmmmm, the church of the holy macrel". I laughed my ribs out!

Ok, that wasn't particularly funny unless you were there.

I haven't posted in the recent past due to a total lack of insperation. Not much has been happpening, at least not much of consequence.

Today I woke up to discover that it was 9:30 Am, I usually get up at 8 for school, and preceeded to get my butt out of bed in order to avert any further lateness. I got into the living room and everyone was milling around like nothing was out of the normal. It was only latter that I found out that they had decided to give me till thursday off. This is due to Mardi-Gras. My sister has a whole week starting last friday of vacation, so my parents were generouse and gave me a few days to kick back. The real fun began about fifteen minutes after it appeared I was done with my breakfast. My dad gave me my options for the day:

1. Clean up the banana trees in the front yard
2. Dig a drywell for the wash-machein water
3. Do other yard work

Well I took 1 of course, but did eventually help with 2. A sharp machete is a beautiful thing, I employ the Japanese methode of Katana sharpening to get my machete razor sharp, then i can cut a banana stock that's 3/4 of a foot thick in one clean swipe. Beautiful indeed.

You know what ticks me off? My dad got me a real leather cowboy hat on one of his trips, I posted a picture a while ago. What getts me mad is that now everyone (who is retarded by the way) thinks that cowboys are all gay because of a stupid movie called "humpback mountain" or something. Drat it all! Why can't people with Crap 4 Brains (trade mark) keep thier disgusting mouths shut!!!!????!!!! I guess it's all the liberal panseys that want to go to a theater and see two guys sleeping togather on a mountainside. I'm glad I cant imagine that or I'd have to go poke out my mind's eye.

The Fiish

Life is long, stop wasting it!!!

It's stupid how people say that life is short when it really isnt. Shure it's insignificant compared to the massive time periode that is history, but in the periode of one life the world can change. Ever sit ffor an hour without doing anything and not haveing the possibility of doing anything? Does time seem short then? It's not, It only seems that way when we are dooing somthing. The sad part comes when you realise how long life is after you've spent most of it. I am saying this now: Stop wasting your time! Its ok to wast a little time in your life, but each time you wast time it adds to the time that you havent accomplished anything.

In th etime it took me to lean all the names of the Pokemon five years ago, I could have already have learned a few times over how to build the electric guitar I built this year. It's just sad how much time is wasted on things that will be of absolutely no consequece
tommorow.

The Fiish

Bullwhip

Yah so my dad just got back from the states. While he was there he went down to visit a place called Atlanta Cutlery in Atlanta Georgia, its like a knife store that sells other specialty items as well. He got me a bullwhip while he was there. It's really cool, I'm learning how to make it crack adn stuff. In the process I have hit my back legs and derrier with it. DONT EVER TRY TO, it smarts like anything, I have the whelts to prove it.

The Fiish

ROFLING ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!

Ok here's another link. I just GOTTA post it! Caseyboy, the program director for the Preston and Steve radio show, mocking Mariah Carrey. PURE INTERNET GOLD!!!, and well worth the wait for it to load I might add.

Have a nice night!

The Fiish

Lots of Cheats

For thse of you who havent seen this yet on HomeStarRunner.com , here is the link to a very funny and addicting music video: A-Lotsa the Cheatsa!

Note: Not for anyone with epilepsy.

The Fiish

A comment on comments

Comments are your friends. People are alowed to comment in the US because it is a free country. We have certain rights to protect our freedom of speech. If there were no freedome of speech, the guys in the black suits would have probably already been by to collect me.

Although I am completely for freedome of speech, I do belive that it like any power and is used to evil ends. Power cannot be abused, once it is it's nearly imposible to stop. Take the librals of America for example. This groupe of people have used their freedom to spread hatered and ill will about people all thier cotton pecking life. And now that they have they cant stop because they have firmly concreted it into their minds that if they star being nice no-one will like them.

You figure it out.

Oh and by the way, I would like to apologise to my readers for commenting oon politics. In the future I will try not to as it only makes me mad and the people that need to change wount.

The Fiish

Cah-ray-zee go nuts

That is what the world is now. I can't belive what I'm hearing on the news these days. My mom dosnt want me getting into anykind of trouble by siteing specific examples of stories and mocking the createns behind them like I was going to do in this post before she saw it. Thanks Mom for looking out for your son's better health!

Ok so yah the world is now a crazyer place then it was say........uhh well i guess it's alwase been crazy. There is no doubt in my ind that it will get crazyer and dumber still. And when it does: I WILL TAKE OVER EVERYTHING!!! For a small fee I will name you a duke or a knight of my new empire. Seriously, the smart people will never rule, at least we have a smart persident right now dispite everything those good-for-nothing-but-scrapping-the-mud-off-my-boothill librals think. Yep, W is a smart man compared to the left wing pansys, the proof is that they cant stoop slinging mud at him. They feel insecure about having a good person in a seat of power that's all.

Ok i got to go update some softwear.

Fish to librals!!!!!!

The Fiish

Moms and Principals

Ok this really, for lack of a better word, bizzar thing happened today.

My mom takes my sister to school every morning. Today she was a little late. She had to park way back in the street and walk may sis in. The principal of the school was standing in the recess area with the other students teaching the a song, here that isn't aby-normal, and he yelled at my mom, infront of all the kids, that she was late and it was perfectly unexceptable. My mom did the culturaly correct thing and ignored him. But she had to go into the school to get some info about a perant - teacher meeting that was supposed to take place. As she was walking down to front of the building, the principal intersepted her and began ranting at her some more. Now this, in any cultur, merited the response that my mother proceeded to give. She yelled him back down into his shoes! The prncipals mood changed immediately and he went into excusing himself with a vengance.

The story dosnt end there however. When my sis got home this afternoon she had a hand written letter from the pricipal to deliver to my mom. It was like a formal letter of sorryness. Never the less if you read closely you could pick up that he was at the same time justifying his actions. It boils down to this:

Dear madam. I'm sorry. What I wanted to do was make an example of you to the other parents (of which none were still at the school) to show them that being late is not acceptable. I hope we can leave this behind us.

The real letter was like a page and a half all written in buraucratic style jargan, the kind that is used to hid the true meaning of what is said and discuise it as something else entirly.

Well that was the Cahh-RaaY-Zeeee story I have from today.

The Fiish

P.S. In the future I will try to post more often. I realise more and more that I am gaining some devoted readers. To them I apologise for not giving them any material.

Wud yah lik sum Spahm?

AHHHHHHHHHHH! The spammers of the world have somehow discovered my email adress. ^%*&^(*()$$#@! Bunch of no good low self-esteemers. I mean honestly, I would not buy anything that they advertised! It's like anti-advertising. Ticking people off because you send them adds to their PERSONAL EMAIL is no way to get them to be interested in your product.

Then again, with the way American public school is going, people just might be dumb enough to buy the crap that they advertise because they have no brain of their own to use. Why is there no legislation against idiots yet? But then again, one man's idiot is another man's ........ looked up to idiot.

Taking up more pixels than ever on your screen:

The Fiish

Life is like.....

If life is like a box of chocolates, why do I alwase get the bad ones?

I've noticed that with these big "sampler" boxes of chocolates. There are alwase some that tast like a boot heel covered in chocolate. Avoid getting those for loved ones if you can, a "Crunch" bar says pretty much the same thing. Especially so if you get one of those jumbo mega sized ones that there's no way anyone could get their mouth around it.

Or if all the above suggestions sound like bunk, get the biggest bag of Reases Penutbutter Cups you can find. Trust me, they are alwase a hit.

And for those of you who wount get anybody chocolate for any reason: Send a nice card and include a $20 book mark.

The Fiish

Wana be a cowboy baby

My dad got me this hat in Puerto-Rico yesterday when he came back from a buisness trip. It's cool and it fits nice. I'm in the process of weather proofing it wich will darken it up some. Now all I need is a whip and a rugged button-down shirt and a cool song :D.

It's especially great because now I woun't have to wear a bee keeper's hat when I go back down to my Uncle's farm to help out. It has custome watermelon technician written all over it :P.

T3h F115h

Madagascar

I just watched the movie "Madagascar". It was soo funny!

I know ya'll have probably already seen it because it came out like last summer, but I didn't. And now I have. The penguins were probably my favorite characters, followed closely by the monkeys. I love it when the monkeys are at the train station in an over coat just as the cops hold them up and the articulkate one says "If you have any poo, sling it now". That cracked me up to no end. It's even funnyer if you know that a monkey will actually sling it's escrements at you if you get to close, or it dosnt like you. Then the commando Penguins, HAHAHA! I love 'em. Oh and you cant leav out that little squirrel thingy with the big eyes. Ok ok, it is cute, stupidly cute :P.

This movie is a must see if you haven't already!

The Fiish

Oooog

Hey you! Yah you! The guy with the droopy eyes, uncombed hair, the Rudolf nose! Your sick aren't you?

Yep I am. I'm sick, like a dog. Really makes me uncomfortable, since I started coming down with flue like symptoms right after getting out of the hospital. It's enough to rot anyone's socks.

I don't have any bad symptoms yet, just achy and dizzy and nose running like a faucet. Ugh, I hate tissues. You can only use them like twice before they get all soggy and gross. And have you ever noticed how there are no cool boxes? Like they could put cross word puzzles on them or something. You carry one around all the time so it might as well be more useful!

And there probably isn't are more inefficient body part than the nose. I mean if it were at all efficient it would know when to stop running and conserve snot till you really needed it! Like if a gnat gets up my nose it just goes completely dry! I mean COMMON! Flush that sucker out! But when your sitting there, feeling wholly miserable already, what does it do? NIAGRA FALLS! And I am not kidding. I've seen Niagara Falls, trust me I know.

That’s all for now.

The Fiish

Evil Tickets

Ever notice how everybody gripes about social security numbers being the mark of the beast? Well forget that! I've unmasked a greater conspiracy! Even worse we always just brush it off as a temporary labeling, but what if it isn't? I speak my friends of the waiting ticket. (insert sinister organ music here). Every day millions of people are given a number through this heinous system. The vile ticket dispensers are EVERWHERE! Supermarkets, businesses, banks, restaurants. You can get any service unless you "take a ticket and wait your turn". So now that you have taken your ticket, you are one of them. Just a number, no more no less. You are being assimilated into the ranks of EVIL! I can't believe that this practice has gone unchallenged for so long. Friends, we must not let ourselves be just a number! We must fight!


For all of you who haven’t guessed it yet, or who are thinking "Oh my gosh! He's whacked.". This is Satire. This is a paper I'm in the process of doing for English Literature, so it's not to be taken seriously. Hope you have fun reading it. If you like it, link to it from your site or pass it on to your friends.

The Fiish. RESIST THE EVIL TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, ok. So it has been a while

It's been a while since my last post because a lot has been going on.

Well first off , I was in thhe hospital on monday getting some tests done. I'd like to say that I think they could make a better hospital gown! I mean the things the called "gowns" were like big paper towels with holes for your arms and a slit all the way down the back that, no matter how you tied the thing up, left your butt exposed to the elements and the stairing of all. (fortunately my butt isnt as disagreeable to look at as others :P). Yah so there I was sitting and waiting, wraped in a napkin, for the doc to come in and call me into the exam room. Finally, after an hour, I got in and layed down on the table. Then the anestesiologist came in, (that's the guy who drugs you up). The guy was so forcefull, it was like he grabbed my hand and held it up in the air, then slamed it down on my stomach. I never knew where he was going to jam it next so I was alwase resisting his pushes. Finally he got it where he wanted it and proceeded to rub the middle of the back of my hand with alchohol. I knew what was coming next, and I think the best thing is not to watch them stick the needle in, but this was no needle. The thing was like a valve with a sharp peice of pipe on one end wich the guy somhow peirced my skin with and weidled about an inch and a half into the vein. OUCH! Man that thing hurt. Then they made me roll over on my side and chloroformed me while they pumped who-knows-what into my punctured vein.

Well I woke up and my mom was standing over me saying somthing like "how do you feel". I tryed to say "my final will and testimony are hidden under the tile in the corner of the living room" but all I got out was "will testimony tile in room" or somthing. I was still really druged up and kept coming in and out of conciousness. Somhow I got into a bed and proceeded to sleep like two hours. Then the nurse made me get up, get dressed, and go eat somthing. In the room where they served me a coffee and a ham sandwich, there were about ten other people that had just been rudely awakened from their respective drug induced slumbers. I felt better after I ate and sat around for another hour or so till they brought me my discharge from hospital service or somthing, whatever the paper is called that says you can go. So I left. And sleapt the rest of the afternoon in the la-Z-boy recliner at my house.

I still feel spaced out a little but otherwise I'm fine. I'll be getting the results in about a week or so. But fortunatly the doc said that nothing seemed abnormal and there was probably nothing to worry about.

Unless I get enough comments from people that want to know the specifics of what kind of exam it was, I wount say.

The Fiish

Me

I just figured that I'd let anybody who reads this blog (not many) that I am a Christian.

I don't know why I didnt post that earlier. I guess I thought people would make the connection between miissionary kid and religion, but I realise in an ever decaying world it is somtimes nessisary to state the seeminly obviouse.

I grew up in a Christian home, and am still living in it. I can remember the day, I must have been two or three, when I accepted Christ. I haven't alwase walked straight, and I still stagger a lot. At this point I'm trying to get intouch with God on a deeper level than I am now. I feel that more than ever I need to draw close to him now that I'm an "adult". There are soo many ways to fall; Have you ever noticed that? There's alwase a rut or a ditch. Most of us know where they are but still step in them.

Why is that? Have you ever caught yourself voulentaraly sinning? It makes no sense. We delite in sin, seems everyone has at some point.

I just wish that I could get closer to God's will, whatever it may be, and start being happy with it.

The Fiish

I'm 18

Ok, so my birthday was monday. I'm, duhhh, 18. Big woopty-doo.

The day after my B-day, I hade to go to the central office of foreigners here on the island to try to get my papers in oder for a visa.

Left at 7:30 AM, got there at 9:00 Am, waited ouside untill 12:30 PM when I got in, wrangled with a buraucrat for 20 minutes, headed home and got there at 2:15 PM.

Five hours, repeat: 5 hours, and I didnt get the paper. I'm only alowed to stay here for three more months, then if nothing has happened I'm kicked out. Know why they didnt give me the papers? Because the papers I provided to certify my birth, education, residence, where in English.

HELLO!!!! I'M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN! OF COURSE MY PAPERS ARE IN ENGLISH!!!!

So yah, that day was like getting rusty nails driven into my eyes. It totaly stank.

But, never the less, I'm 18.

Happy birthday to me.

The Fiish

Drawing a blank

Man! These days I am feeling so uncreative. I dont know what it is, I sit down and feel antsy to do somthing but I get that bored feeling in my gut.

I see so maney other people dooing such neat stuff like flash cartoons and writeing alot of interesting stuff and I just feel like I'll never be able to do that. Must be the 18 blues setting in.

By the way, tomorow I'm 18.... GOOD GRIEF!!!!! WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!?!?! I'M GETTING OOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD! RUUUUUUNNN!

I cant belive it, I mean I alwase figured it would happen eventually, but it alwase seemed far off. I alwase felt like I still had time, like childhood would never run out. Man this is starting to depress me. I gotta go play some harmonica to express my sadness.

The Fiish

King Kong

So I just saw King Kong.......

Ok, Ok, Yes it has been out for a while. But you have to remember that I dont live in the US.

It was good, very good. Shure the ending wasn't changed (Kong dies), but overall a very good movie. Peter Jackson has made another masterpiece. The graphics are amazing, there is humor, and some comment on human life.

I must warn all thoses who havent seen it and are going to: There are scenes that are a little gut-wrenching. An example is a guy getting eatten alive by large slug-like swamp critters. They were like pipes that had jaws that come out and grip onto his head and arms. Not pretty. And there are giant bugs, HUGE bugs. If you hate bugs and want to sleep after the movie, go with somone who's seen it so that they can tell yu when not to look.

It was long too, three hours long. I dont know about you people, but it's hard for me to sit in a theater for that long. First off, I busted my tail-bone a long time ago so it alwase hurts if I sit too long. Second, I'm a tall guy, 6'5", when I sit in one of those theater rows my knees slam into the chair infront of me. I like to sit in the middle section on the front row so theres an alley there for my legs to streach out. It's really anoying.

That's all I have to say about that. King Kong is a must-see by me. Not for kids under 12, by then they can usually not puke all over everything.

The Fiish

Self Protrait

Hey! Check it out, I drew a self portrait for my profile picture.

Nice enh?

Or for the lazy, here it is:



The Fiish

Mac post #2

By the way. I forgot to mention that the new Mac laptops can run Windows because of the chip, but fortunately Mac says that it will not support them. So if you put Windows on your Mac and it dies, it wount be covered by the warenty or Mac safety plan. I think thats good, I'de hate to see Mac switch their OS to Windows, that'ed suck big time.

The new laptop also features a built in webcam in the center top of the screen. An IR port is located on the front so that you can controll it with a remote for watching movies either on the computer or while its hooked to your tv. Cool huh?

I fully outfitted one to see what the top of the line modle would cost. It's 2900 dollars with the educational discount I can get. And that includes the max of everything. And unlike a PC I wount have to upgrade the day after I get it.

Apple rules.

The Fiish

BOOOOOOYAHHHHHHH!!!!

I've been waiting in anticipation of Apple making a laptop with their amazing G5 processor in it. I was woundering for some time when it was going to come out. Welllll....IT JUST CAME OUT!!!!

Not only has it just come out but it is what you would least expect!! It has and Intel processor chip. The reason: The manifactures of chips for Mac couldent produce a chip that would run fast enough for the awsomeness that is Mac without that chip burning out. But as Mac says "This chip is dooing a lot more than it ever did in a windows."

It's awsome, they put in into a 15" laptop! I found my college computer :)

Check it out at the Apple Store, and here is the computer its self with the specs.

The Fiish

Music while online

I dont know how maney of you do this, but more often than not I listen to music while doing anythhing on the computer. Like when I'm surfing or brainstorming for a paper I need to write. And what's funny is that even if I dont conciously hear the words to a song, after about the 8th time of hearing it I can sing the whole thing. Ok maby not sing, everytime I do that it starts raining :P, but I know the lyrics. Same for other stuff. Like about four years ago I had a set of LOTR on audio CD. There was this one CD out of the collection that I listened to over and over right before I when to sleep, and it would continue playing while I slumbered so I rarely heard the end. After a month I had the whole 2 hour CD memorised and could recite passages of it. I can't anymore but it just goes to show that you can still hear in the subconcious level. I think thats pretty cool. Maby they should put text books on audio cd. That's about all I have to say for know.

The Fiish

Btw: At this point my top 5 cds include: Leave a Whisper, Us and Them, Penomenon, Where Do We Go From Here, and Three Days Grace.

I know where you live!

Every person, all of you, I know where you guys live! MUUUHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I wount tell you how, but every time you log into may blog I can see who you are, what type of computer you use, what country and possibly state and town you live in, and what type of internet you have.

Cool huh?

The Fiish

November Rain

I realise that I linked to an audio clip a few posts ago. The quality stank, I didnt notice. I have a high quality version but it's big and I have no way of hosting it.

So, though noogys.

But instead I have a Windows Media version that I found of the music video, and it's not too shabby.

Guns N' Roses - November Rain (music video)

Ok now that that's taken care of I have some physics to do.

The Fiish

Web Cam

I finally figured out how the hook my digital movie camera up so that I can use it as a webcam. Unfortunatly, my connection sux so bad that no one can view it. >:(

But here's a snapshot I just took any way. Maby if i can figure out how to make a small movie I'll post it or something.

But untill then: KEEP ON ROCKIN' AND DON'T STOP!

I'm sick of the world

I hate this world and all the trash in it. I wish the judgment day would come and people would all get what's four.

It'll never get better, it's depressing how the norms of the godlier ages are spit on now. I don't say we should go all the way back to them. But one thing is for shure:

We need to get back
To the ways of the days of old
ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE!

Brought to you by The Fiish laundry detergent. For use on fishy stains.

One of the worlds most awesome guitar solos

I heard of this band through a freind that I've worked with at my uncle's farm for the last three summers. Guns N' Roses.

I their song November Rain, their guitarist does what I consider one of the coolest guitar solos ever, then at the end of the song he plays this awesome, high pitched, thing a few times. It's great trust me.

Guns N' Roses- November Rain

Pure rechedness, my hat is off to the joowl of a fiish who pulled this gourd off on a guitar


The Fiish

Hamlet

Ok so I'm supposed to write an essay on Shakespear's "Hamlet". And since I usually write better in the face of an audience I guess I'll publish it on my blog. Mind you it will be copywrited so dont use it without my permision :P

I'm going to cover three main points:
-Hamlet's world
-Hamlet's good moral values and actions
-And I will develope my opinion on wether Hamlet is "good" or just pretending to be

This is an informal version so I'm going to cut straight to the body and neglect the intro and conclusion.

I. Hamlet lives in a world that seems driven solely by ambition. People seem to only do things that will further their own objectives. Hamlet observes this and asks himself if life is worth living when surrounded by this corruption. Examples of people driven by their ambition include the King (Hamlet's uncle), and Polonius. Hamlet's uncle kills Hamlet's father it seems only to free up Hamlet's mother so he can marry her. Little is ever said that he really wanted to be king but it was one of the perks that came with the wife. Polonius is a dark old man who contents himself by sticking his nose in everyone's business especially Hamlet's. Though he denies it, he seems to want to get involved in Hamlet's madness, and his cure, so that he can advance his popularity with the King and Queen. As a funny twist, even Hamlet falls prey to his own ambition. He seeks revenge and it consumes almost all of his brainpower, and in the end his revenge costs much.

As a point not listed: Everyone that is driven by their own ambition in the play seems also to die by it.

II. Hamlet's good moral values and actions are mainly centered around one theme: Purge Denmark of its rottenness and corruption. Hamlet, through his reasoning and soliloquies, seems to become more and more “moral in the world he lives in. He considers how much wrong there is in his surroundings and decides, by his own accord to not give into it instead he decides to fight back. At the end of the play Hamlet isn’t perfect, but he did, in a way, attain perfection in his mind. He knows that the world is bad and he knows how to be good in it.


III. I believe, like most people, that Hamlet is really trying to be good in an evil world. Through his speeches, where he speaks his mind truthfully, it is obvious that he despises the bad around him and wishes that it didn’t exist. He finds through his reasoning that he too is not a truly good person and that seems to sadden him greatly, even to the point where he toys with thoughts of suicide. So from what I understand he is really trying to be as good as he can manage and rid Denmark of the rottenness in it.


Ok well that's all I have to say for now. if you'de be interested in reading Hamlet and dicussing it I'd love to help.

The Fiish

StarCraft

For those of you who don't know, StarCraft is a real time strategy game much like WarCraft wich is made by the same game maker.

It's currently my favorite game because it runs flawlessly on practically any computer and it's the only game that I can play online without getting cussed at (usually) for my pathetic internet connection. It's also cheep, I got my copy for 9.99 at K-mart. It's fun to play even if you dont play online but does get really hard twoards the end. Overall its a decent game, there is some swearing and gore but they can be avoided if you know when to toggle the volume and the mouse button.

I don't know if anybody reading this has played StarCraft or if they play it online, but if you do get me up on email or chat and maby we could play a few rounds.

School

Well I might as well tell all of you that I'd much rather be learning than not.

Digging your heals in while in school will never get you anywhere, or rather, it'll get you flipin' pancakes at the waffle house.

I mean, I see kids that are just going to school because its the law and they never try to achieve anything. Those kids probably wount get far these days. A lot of them think that they'll become video game testers or movie critics, but there just isnt that big of a demand for people like that, once a producer has two or three they dont need any more.

My piece of advice to you people that still have a bit of school left is: Give it the best and all that you got. After high-school go to college. If you dont know what you want to be, go to a community college and just keep studying until you find something you want to specialize in. And above all: If you dont give a rats hind parts about your education, dont put any money into it and get out your apron and spatula.

Anymore its easer to get a job if you at least have a high-school diploma, and much easer if your enrolled I a college or have college diploma of some kind. It shows the person that you have taken the time and put in, or are putting in, the effort to make something out of yourself. That counts a great deal to an employer.

And a word to those who are at present looking for what they want to become or study: Get out some paper and list as many of the fun things that you have enjoyed doing in the last year or so. In practically any of those things is something that could be developed, maybe not into a career but something that you could do while expanding into a career or figuring out what you want to do.

When I think of the things I could do out of high school and live off if I didnt go directly to college, I think off all the people that are always saying that they dont have any skills what so ever. They DO! They just dont realize it. I had never really thought that I could make enough money off of building lawn chairs to make anything out of it other than a hobby. But I see a demand in the community for them, and if I wanted to tap into that demand I could make at least a partial living.

Other things that people overlook are things like child care, pool maintenece, law care. You can make a living off that, but what I'm trying to drive at is that its worth while to get a good education. If you have one and your other jobs or whatever fall through, it will be easer to get by then if you had less education.

Da Coach Z

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