Monday, October 31, 2005

Rosa Parks

50 years ago, someone did something so unimaginable, it helped change our lives for the better of our lives. Rosa Parks stood firm on her seat of the bus.

It's nothing now, but that had been December 1, 1955 in Montgomery, Alabama. Racism was something everyone was pretty much an advocate, or a victim of. Rosa had grown up seeing the Ku Klux Klan marching in front of her house, and her school for "black" children burned down by arsonists.

When she refused to give up the seat of the bus for a white person, she did a little something for all of us that says "I'm not afraid."

I first learned about Rosa Parks in second grade. My teacher, Mrs. Katopodis, read us a book about Rosa as a child. She went to a school where little white children would tease and hiss and throw things at little black children. Once, her teacher, a white who was against racism, caught her standing in one spot, in the middle of the crowd, murmuring. Later, she confronted her, saying that she knows it's wrong, but Rosa really should try to stand up to them, to which Rosa answered, "I was praying."

I was surprised to learn that Rosa was alive back then. To me, most real people we read about in books were mostly dead, just parts of history. But she was, and there we were, little second-graders, of different color and nationality, sitting in a circle, listening to our teacher read about a woman who helped make this happen.

Rosa Parks

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Freedom and fear

"Angels Prepare for Halloween

By Joe Mazan
Web produced by Sarah Morgan
October 28, 2005

60,000 people are expected to volunteer on Angel's Night and Detroit police are asking residents to do a few things to keep everyone safe this Halloween weekend.

Starting Friday and continuing through Monday, an emergency ordinance will go into effect making it difficult to buy fuel in a portable container. Customers will have to provide a valid drivers license and registration for their vehicle.

There will be a curfew in effect for minors from 6 p.m. on Sunday and 6 a.m. on Tuesday. Children 15-years-old and younger must be accompanied by an adult after 10 p.m., 16-year-olds must be accompanied by an adult after 11 p.m.

Detroit police are also asking residents to turn on their porch lights. If you have any trash or combustible material in front of your home it should be removed or soaked with water.

Captain Charlie Pritchett of the Detroit Fire Department said both the police and fire departments will be strictly enforcing these rules."

I'm sick and tired of police slapping down laws that apply only to other people. This doesn't affect them, just hundreds of kids 16 and under, and anyone who doesn't drive a police car. It's true that parks and cars have been known to be vandalised on Angels' Night, but does that necessarily mean they should be able to enforce laws that apply to everyone and arrest just about anyone who breaks it?

What about emergencies? A parent has a heart attack, the phone is being broken, a kid has no choice but to run across to the neighbors and ask for help. Can he make it on time? Can he make it before the condition becomes fatally-


The little tyke can be taken to the police, just like that. Are Angel's Night vandals really problematic enough to have a law shamelessly thrown down like a Censored sticker over our freedom? Make commercials; remind the parents; tell them to keep an eye on their kids. Our freedom is something they can never take away without our country becoming something it never was in the first place.

Is that what the Founding Fathers had in mind? We can do whatever we want as long as it's in the government's and polices' favor? As long as us lessers do what they prefer? I don't think so.

Look at this town, all uptight and impounding its own people because of a couple of children decided it would be funny to make pretty flames.

What was it that George Bush told us when we were bombed by terrorists? We're not supposed to show them fear because that is exactly what they want. Well you know what? We're as scared as hell and we're making new laws every time a bully comes along to shield us from the real world.

I'd run around on the streets right now, if only I weren't so scared of those goshdanged hooligans.

Friday, October 28, 2005


My English teacher tells us there is a format to writing essays: an introduction, a thesis, a concrete detail, commentary, another commentary, maybe more concrete details followed by two commentaries each, then a conclusion. It's supposed to be very helpful on the SAT and when you're it college. But seriously, who writes like this?

If it were just her, I'd take it as a load of crap, then humor her, but it's not. Other teachers are saying it too. Mr. V, my Language Arts teacher last year, who's submitted fiction to a few magazines, says there is no right way or format for writing, no matter what the teachers in high school say.

I honestly think Mr. V is one of the coolest people, I like his fiction, and one day, I'm submitting my stories to a magazine like he did, and I believe him with the essay-writing. This is just some silly format no one will ever need once they're out of college. It's just as useless as learning the history of Ancient Greece (come on, seriously) and the professional opinions you see in everyday news and books look nothing like it.

Heck, once I'm out of this, I'm sticking to fiction.

Thursday, October 27, 2005


Boredom is underrated. Everyone says "I'm bored" like a bad thing. How about from now on, whenever we want to share our boredom, we give a big grin and yell "I'm bored!"

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

This mushroom I found

I think it looks like a pizza.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Hats off to the president

Earlier Tuesday, President Bush warned Americans to brace for more casualties because the U.S. military faces more challenges before it can restore stability to Iraq.

"The terrorists are as brutal an enemy as we have ever faced, unconstrained by any notion of common humanity and by the rules of warfare," Bush told the Joint Armed Forces Officers' Wives' luncheon at Bolling Air Force Base in Washington. "No one should underestimate the difficulties ahead."

Whole article here

He's actually telling the truth for once. I'm surprised. I guess his leadership really is improving. Very impressive. And I'm not half sarcastic.

Monday, October 24, 2005


I just saw that movie last night. It has so many good reviews, and I guess it was funny, but where was Luke Skywalker? He was the most important person in Star Wars, but he didn't even appear there. All that 'Schwartz' stuff was stolen by the Han Solo guy, who doesn't make a good Luke. Just not geeky enough. All sci-fi movies should have at least one dork.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

More crap about dimensions

A line knows where it's going. Straight. But it will never know where it came right from or what slope other intersecting lines have. That's because the answer can only be figured out in the third dimension. Of course, lines don't think, at least not in our "world." As long as they're in their own dimension, they will never know what their own lives are for. Just like us. There is an answer to our existence, we just can't figure it out in this dimension. Some other beings, in a parallel world in the fifth dimension, are probrably sketching us right now in their math classes.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Cool blog I found

Every week, the author gives five random words and you have to use them all in a story. You can then submit it and he'll post it or whatever. He posted my story about a squirrel and a nuclear bomb. It's really awesome. Check it out.

By the way, you know those plastic boxes that come on CDs so the store makes sure you don't steal anything? How do you get those off? I've tried everything and the only easy way to get it off is with scissors.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Give him mercy

Thousands have died at his cruel hands. They never recieved any mercy. Because he's wrong. Don't you agree? He's wrong for killing those people. He's a merciless murder machine. And he's human. We change. Give us a chance. He was dead wrong. And judging from the way the world is now, we're about to be wrong too.

Dead fucking wrong.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Something I've always wanted to do

Back in kindergarten, my friend told me he ate an ant when he was two. He told me it was crunchy. From then on, I've always wondered what an ant tastes like. I should've tried it when he first told me, because now I can't bring myself to pick one up and eat it. It's the thought of little teensy legs in your throat that bothers me. And also the fact that some of them carry around dead animals and dog doo. And that it's a little bug.

If there's something stupid you can do, do it now or regret it forever.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005






If this is true, then why is December the twefth month, and not the tenth? Why is September the ninth and not the seventh? They must've added two extra months somewhere in the year.

But who?

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


What's the best way to get out of gym class?

Monday, October 17, 2005

Having Some Fun...


A Cure For Spam...

Yesterday, I was pretty upset that I got spam, even though I wrote a poem on it. What made me even more upset is that they stopped after only two. So I went on Recently Updated and clicked on every spam site I saw. I commented on every one saying "I want one!" or "Sign me up!" and a link back to my site. I didn't get any after that. I guess I really annoyed them or something. I didn't really mean to offend them, but, you know, I just really, really wanted blockbuster coupons and weight loss training and leather shoes and a tweed jacket and a quick way to earn money, etc. What kind of people sell stuff to random people, but not to people who really want them?

I hope I didn't annoy any of them.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Dr. Seuss To The Rescue!

One spam
Two spam
Bite spam
Chew spam

Eat spam
Chew spam
Old spam
New spam

This one's dishing
On a star

This one's selling
A little car.

Say! What a lot
of spam there are.

Yes. Some are eaten.
Some are chewed.
Some are old.
And some are new.
Some are sad.
And some are glad.
And some are very, very bad.

Why are they
Sad and glad and bad?
I do not know
Go ask your dad

Some are lo
Some make you fat.
The fat one's selling
a yellow hat.

From there to here,
from here to there,
funny things
are everywhere.

Here are some
who sell a ton.
In the long run
They won't sell none

Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a lot
Of funny things go by

Bottle of oil for feet
Some have four.
Some enough for six feet
And some have more

Where do they come from?
I can't say.
But I bet they have come
a long, long way.

We see them come.
We see them go.

Some act fast.
And some act slow.
Some prices are high.
And some are low.

Not one of us
Likes this bother
Don't ask us why.
Go ask your mother.

Look at his spam!
One, two, three...
How many comments
Do I see?

One, two, three, four
five, six, seven,
eight , nine, ten.
He has eleven!

This is something new.
I wish I had
eleven, too!

Friday, October 14, 2005

George Bush

Bush Presidency Judged Unsuccessful

Bush Teleconference With Soldiers Staged

Don't get me wrong. This post isn't about how “Bush is actually deh gey” or “His mom eat shit dats why he is FAT AS HELL ON THE MOON!!!!!!!!!!” No, nothing like that. I believe that Bush is just one man pushed somewhere in a job that isn't perfect for him. He's not a regular person you could see driving down the road. He's coached too many baseball teams and won too many votes for that. But even though he's more special than you, me, and even Missus Jones down the block, he's just human. He's made some awful mistakes, that's all. Don't we all?

But when someone is President of the United States, and treats the country like a training game of Risk, they should take their practicing somewhere else. Like back with his baseball buddies. Yes, Mss'r President, we see you have a plan. Yes, we know you think it's going to work. Everyone expects to a president to make a country more rich, improve their lifestyles, and make it more well-liked by other countries. Well, let's see...

There's a big honking gap between the rich and the poor, families are missing each other across the ocean, and now that our search for weapons is in vain, other countries from around the globe see us as terrorists. We <3 our president.

What happened forty years ago when we invaded a country we knew nothing about and decided to take it in our hands to “purify” the world of commies? We did more worse than good. They're still rebuilding. Johnson backed out. Nixon got the boot. We left them behind. And they're still in poverty.

Yes, we're rebuilding Iraq as we fight the war. But it's only a matter of time before we realize we're in debt and back out. Just like before. It's funny how Rome wasn't built with a piece of paper saying “E Pluribus Unum,” huh?

No, Bush is not “teh gey” and his mom don't stink (even though she did criticize The Simpsons [Hence the episode where Bush senior spanked Bart]). He's one man who thought he could help and ended up unknowingly doing the oposite.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Behind The Wall

Behind the leaves
Behind the fence
They run around
Jumpy and tense

Round monicles
They sip their teas
From a long day in the garden
Eating carrots and peas

A secret so hidden
By their fur and tails
The fences we built
With wood and nails

We pound our hammers
They play on swings
We dig under heat
They spread their wings

We can always go back
Though who really wants to
They have the fun
While we eat squirrel stew

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I'm off

I'm going vegetarian. Something tells me I'm going to make a damn good one once I "get it" before I decide it's impossible and quit. Also, or maybe because, I'm trying out Buddhism. Because it all makes sense. I used to be Christian, but I was kinda disgusted (no offense) by the way anyone can make up just about anything about God. Not by the religion, but how people use it for their own ways. How one person can say "God likes this, but God hates that," and someone else can say the opposite. People at church are constantly using the commandments and ideas to tell children what to do and what not to do, instead of telling them exactly why. "Because God says so," not "because it hurts others around you." Again, this is just me, and I mean no offense to other Chrisians, because this is only how it's been for me, and everyone has different ways of thinking and completely different lives. When it all comes down to one thing, most of the religions say pretty much the same thing; be honest, be nice, don't be bad, etc. I'm just at a point where I do believe the cause of all suffering is wanting things. This isn't a dumb fad introduced by my history teacher, it's my belief. That's why I'm gonna be the best darn Buddhist there is.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Stop Complaining

Our cars won't start and we're late for work. We've spilled ink on our favorite shirt. We've failed a test we're positive we'd do good on. They yell at us again and again without reason. Someone hits us upside the head. You stub your toe. You just plain don't know what to do. Agony hurts, doesn't it?

Monday, October 10, 2005

Warning: Extremely Graphic

Of course dead animals look gross. People do too, if you don't put all that funeral makeup on and they're still at the scene of the crime. We spend hundreds and thousands of money on a coffin, a suit, a funeral, etc. What do animals do? They leave them there. Before long, it won't matter at all. Because they no longer exist. When you see a dead bird or rat corpse, don't go "eew," because it doesn't exist. There's no life, unless you count the oodles and oodles of maggots, flies, and wasps. My main point is, look at the next picture without being grossed out. Stare at it in dumb awe because that's how everyone ends up. No cheating!


Sunday, October 09, 2005

Rage & Jealousy

Have you ever seen geese so fluffy? They're like living feather pillows filled with duck down, aren't they? I guess they were built to sleep a good night's sleep. Other creatures aren't so lucky. Other creatures must find a way to get a soft good night's sleep just like them. Maybe even better. They'll find a way.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

I'm Happy

I am this:
happy on the hap-o-meter right now because I now have a mini-library of Stephen King books right now. 10, in fact. Today I went to the Livonia Library's book sale and I bought six, including this really rare one with a collection of stories he published under a pseudonym. Baghman, I think. There were a bunch I didn't want to buy, because all of them are pretty old. Probrably old enough to go on E-Bay one day and sell for 80$ each once I'm dead. Anyway, SIX new books! Including the first Dark Tower, The Gunslinger. I can't wait until February, when they're having another one. Then I'm going to buy Dark Tower 3, and maybe 4 if they have them. Yeah. Gotta go.

Friday, October 07, 2005


The line is the first, the plane is the second, and space is the third. Time is the fourth dimension. Without time, we'd all just be figures that don't move. Kind of scary, if you think about it. One dimension less and we wouldn't be alive. If the world had one more dimension what would it be? Something so great our minds wouldn't be able to comprehend, probrably, that not even the smartest brains put together could figure out. We arethe lines. Lines and planes don't think. Not to us, they don't. They'll never know what the the third dimension is. Lines are always wondering, what other dimensions are there? They know of things with even smaller dimensions we haven't yet discovered. And they'll never find out about us.

We're just as dumb as lines.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Mass Hallucination

Ripped from Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia.

A mass hallucination is a phenomenon in which a large group of people, usually in physical proximity to each other, all experience the same hallucination simultaneously. Mass hallucination is the most common explanation for mass UFO sightings, appearances of the Virgin Mary, and other paranormal phenomena.

In most cases, mass hallucination refers to a combination of suggestion and pareidolia, wherein one person will see, or pretend to see, something unusual (like the face of Jesus in the burn-marks on a tortilla, or the face of a kidnapped girl on a blank billboard) and point it out to other people. Having been told what to look for, those other people will consciously or subconsciously convince themselves to recognize the apparition, and will in turn point it out to others.

In other cases, such as when separate people or separate groups of people who are not in contact with each other all experience the same phenomenon simultaneously, the explanation of mass hallucination can be just as "paranormal" as the phenomenon it's being used to dismiss.

The world is an example of mass hallucination.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Fly On A Ketchup Botle

I found this fly on a ketchup bottle and was compelled to take a picture of it. Why was it here? What is the purpose of landing on the cap of a bottle of ketchup? Was it trying to get free lunch, or just there to rest until I finished taking the picture? How did the little guy think he'd get in? So many mysteries of life go unsolved.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Guess who

"People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk."

Monday, October 03, 2005

Talk To Me

Talk to me. I am interested in what you say. I will cherish your every word like an intent reader or a nostalgic memory. I want to know more. By nodding my head I am saying I completely understand. I am taking this in. I am taking this in. I am taking this in like an honor student on the roll. This comes easy to me. Keep talking. I want to know more. I want to know more. I am still listening.

You can't prove I'm not.

Sunday, October 02, 2005


What is it It's disgusting
Kill it Rip it Let's see its guts
It's just a bug A disgusting bug
Kill it It doesn't need to live
Just a gross bug
Look at its legs Rip them off
Beady little eyes Gouge them out
Hurt it It don't need life
All it does is freak people out
Stomp it
Squish it
Kill it
It's just a disgusting bug

Saturday, October 01, 2005

After The Storm

Trees strike Children shrink Lashing out Don't blink
They send it down They send it down We'll all drown They send it down They'll drown us all
They're not touched They stay up smiling They stay up glaring Stay up singing "They'll all drown."
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