B. J. Kurtz

      TWO BOOKS ONE AUTHOR

      Curse:

      THE CURSE OF ATLANTIS takes place on a planet where Atlantis has been given a second chance at life.  Members of the country accuse a small child of being their curse due to her unique ability to transform into a wolf.  A king, wishing to regain power, murders her family, and places her into the army to be exploited in a devastating war.  Knowing that an innocent life is in danger, a religious-centered committee calls upon the only man capable of handling such a challenge. 

      As he hestantly takes the assignment, he will find himself fighting against the numerous kings who control Atlantis, while performing his job within the army and pleasing the wishes of the watchful commitee.  Together, thses two lost souls will try to find their way through times of turmoil without falling victim to the curse’s short legacy and the child’s forgotten past. 

      Nightmares:

      THE LORD OF NIGHTMARES asks what if the world has haunted by a supernatural beings who toy with people’s lives for sport.  Madison never questioned events in her life until her friend, David, commits suicide.  Years later, a man walks into her life with answers to all her questions, but this is no ordinary man.  He is the Lord of Nightmares, part of a supenatural species conducting the ultimate game of wit with human pawns.

      Madison will find the answers to her questions come at a price.  When what is a stake is her soul, Madison has no room for error as she enters a game of wit against the lord, best of his kind.  Before the game is over, Madison will come to understand that one one question is worth asking: What will I do to survive? 

      BJ Kurtz discovered her passion for writing at an early age.  Her first full-length novel was started when she was in high school.  She studied Plato’s works on Atlantis as well as Greek mythology in order to strengthen the novel.  She is curently teaching and sharing her passion to her students and teaching them to apply a creative edge to their writing. 

      http://bjkurtz.com

Don't you hate it when your groin muscle pulls away from the bone?

When I awoke/stopped vomiting (due to being full of pre Thanksgiving travel food) this morning, I was planning to write about my thoughts on the various trade rumors surrounding the Boston Red Sox and Clay Buchholz. For the second off season in the past four years, one of the best pitchers in the AL is available on the trade market and numerous other players are within the realm of possibility.

But then I checked Extra Bases and found that the Curse of Nomar had struck again. I know we (Red Sox fans) are thought to be overly willing to call any amount of bad luck (or pure suckitude) a curse (like Shaughnessy’s made up Curse of the Bambino), but this time it really is a Billy Goat level curse. When Nomar Garciaparra was traded away from the Red Sox on July 31st 2004, he struck the team with a curse, not to have a successful shortstop (meaning one who didn’t make us want to swallow a winchester) while he was still in the league.

Today that curse came back to get us just when we thought things might be a little bit more settled. Alex Gonzalez, the Sox starting shortstop in 2006 and the guy who gave us some type of stability last August and September, was thought to be an option to come back. The team had declined a $6 million option on Gonzo a few weeks ago, but was still planning on offering him a one year $3 million deal, especially after he hit .280 down the stretch with an unexpected burst of power.

Then came this morning’s report that Gonzo had signed with the Toronto BJs for a one year deal worth $2.75 Mil. The Curse has struck again. The Sox will need another new shortstop.

So who will be the next bearer of the curse? The options are Marco Scutaro, a versatile guy who is coming off a career year, and, um, …. …. yeah. Adam Everett, Khalil Greene (best white guy name ever, it just makes me want to make jihad jokes) and Miguel Tejada are also options, but this is not 2006 and this is also not the NL West. The Sox need to get this settled, and a one year stopgap measure is not going to make it.

The other option that everyone is always mentioning is Orlando Cabrera, who took over for Nomar in 2004, but he has worn out his welcome on for other ballclubs since then, and was not resigned by the Sox for “Off-Field Issues,” which means that dudes boof him. Of course, I can’t confirm that, but since 2004, everybody who has been asked in public and may actually know has refused to answer for fear of being sued for libel.

More soon on all of the trade speculation, unless something went down at dinner tonight, Schilling style.

Happy Thanksgiving, Go Sox.

84 Days.

Done.

Weck mich nicht auf. Das ist das was ich gestern dachte, als ich total am durchdrehen war. Zwischen abwechselnden Schüben aus Glückshormonen und Adrenalin erlebte ich das bis dato beste Konzert, das ich live gesehen habe. Samy hats eben immer noch drauf. Wovon ich rede? Natürlich von Samy Deluxe + Tsunami band + Afrob in der Live Music hall, Köln am 25.11.09.

Ich ging nicht mit vielen Erwartungen zu dem Konzert. Das letzte Samy Deluxe Album “Diss’ is wo ich herkomm” hatte mich enttäuscht und ich bin nur hin, weil ich Samy schon immer mal Live sehen wollte, quasi der alten Zeiten willen. Leider ohne Grüne Brille, da ich am Steuer saß. Don’t Smoke and Drive Kids! Live Music Hall war mir schon von einem KIZ Konzert in guter Erinnerung geblieben. Ist zwar schlicht, aber, wie mein ungarischer Freund sagte: “In der Einfachheit liegt die Schönheit”. Zumindest behauptet er das sein ungarisches Gefasel das bedeutete, ich glaube ja, er hat mich beschimpft, weil ich ihn nicht als den bestaussehendsten im Auto anerkannt habe. Jedenfalls ging es dann recht pünktlich los mit Afrob als Voract, der eine amtlichen Auftritt hinlegte. Nichts weltbewegendes, aber er verfügt ja auch nicht über die Bühnenerfahrung eines Samy. Und statt Band hatte er auch nur einen DJ.

Nach einiger Zeit kam dann Samy Deluxe himself auf die Bühne. Die Leute fingen an sich um die Bühne zu drängen. Er performte dann eine gute Stunde fast nur Songs aus dem aktuellen Album, was mich nicht zum abgehen bewegte, aber durchaus zum tanzen animierte, da es Live eine ganz andere Athmosphäre entfaltete, als auf CD. Und ja, ich meine wirklich tanzen und nicht, wie 90% der anderen Idioten den Arm stumpf auf und ab zu schwingen.

Zwischendrin konnte man sich 2 Songs vom kommenden Mixtape “Der letzte Tanz” anhören. Gingen sehr gut nach vorne. Besonders “Hin und Her” hat mir Lust auf mehr gemacht. Und dann irgendwann machte er das worauf ich die ganze Zeit gehofft hatte. Er packte die alten Sachen aus. Als der Beat von “Weck mich auf” anging bin ich eifnach nur ausgerastet. ich glaube in der ganzen Halle ist keiner mehr rumgepogt. Dannach war es auch schon vorbei. Nach etlichen zugabe rufen kamen weder ASD, noch ein Freestyle, sondern die Livebanger Dynamit und irgend ein anderer Dynamite-Deluxe Song, den ich vor lauter rumspringen vergessen habe. Und wie Samy bei der 2. Zugabe schließlich sagte: “Ihr glaubt doch nicht, dass ich mit Robbe auf Tour gehe, ohne, dass wir zusammen ASD spielen?” – Nein Samy das haben wir nicht geglaubt, deswegen sind wir ja auch gekommen. ASD war dann der letztendliche Abriss. Samy kickte dann noch einen Freestyle, der hervorragend war, wie macht der Mann das? Bei der 3. Zugabe durften wir den Percussion Spieler der Band als Reggea-Sänger bewundern. Der hat seinen Job übrigens sehr gut gemacht.

4. Zugabe war dann im Jam-Session Style- Licht aus, alle einen kreis um die Bühne udn Samy macht per Beatboxx einen beat vor, den der Drummer nachspielt und auf den Samy, dann die krankesten freestyles kickt. Hammer.

Jetzt war ich mehr als glücklich und machte mich zum Merchandise Stand auf, an dem auch Afrob inzwischen abhing. Ein Samy-Shirt und Afrob-Album inklusive Autogramm und Foto später habe ich Curse im Publikum bemerkt. Dachte wohl, ihn sieht keiner. Direkt mal hingegangen per Handschlag begrüßt (Ich werde sie nie wieder waschen ) und zu nem Foto gezwungen.

Abschließend noch bei Mces die Energiereserven aufgefüllt und ab nach Hause. (McDoof schmeckt übrigens scheiße) Super Tourauftakt, super Liveshow. Alle bei den anstehenden Dates unbedingt hingehen.

This time of the year is one of extreme difficulty for students all over the world, and the temptation is to either give up or become bitter and sirly to people as a coping mechanism. Though I myself am tempted by both of these, they would be too easy. Anyone ca give up, and being mean is easy.

More than all of the aforementioned aspects of a stressful strech of the road of life, though, the one that is most important is one’s relationship with God. It is at times when one is approaching their breaking point that they need God the most. Though it is sad that it often takes moments such as these for us to realize we need God, it is the truth.

One of the most troubling things I hear people say, and I hear in my own mind, is the idea that we are too busy for God. I have thought this many a time, though indirectly. Most of us just simply neglect him, whether intentional or not, and go about drudging through our busy schedules. Sometimes we even forget him entirely, due to the constant barrage of things that must be done. This is quite ironic because we forget and neglect God during the times when we (palpably) need him the most. We always need him, but its his presence that sustains us through the rough times.

I must admit that my personal tendency is to become sullen and down when I am exhausted and ovewhelmed, but this is not what God desires. He wishes that we praise him during the periods inw hichw e experience a dryspell. Praising him during the high points in one’s life is far too easy, and is not much of a sacrifice. Worshipping during the times in which we’re overwhelmed and indescribably tired, however, produce a sweet smelling offering that rises to the heavens and make God smile. Praising God whilst feeling beaten down is so difficult, but means the world to God.

So not only must we ensure that our connection with the creator of the heavens and the earth is always top notch, we must worship when we feeling like cursing. Now this very point brings up the question of what worship really is, but there is not time enough today to address (or at least attempt to) the true nature of worship. I will however briefly suggest that worship is a lifestyle as opposed to merely songs Sunday morning. With that being said, glorifying God should be evident through action as well as integrity throughout one’s entire life, through both the rough and smooth points. It is such a life that, I believe, makes our father in heaven proud to call us his sons and daughters; that is one in which we praise him while we seem be floundering underneath the wave upon wave of hardship. This is true religion, true relationship, true Christianity.

Lacey trained for the next two weeks with Percy, the long hours and grueling tasks took a toll on her small body.  Through all the bruises and scratches she was a diligent student, never once complaining.  Having grown up on a farm, Lacey knew a fair amount of necessities to survive; Percy took that knowledge and nurtured it.

 Pausing for a break, Lacey finally got up the nerve to ask, “May I ask what your role is in all of this, other than my trainer and guardian that is?”  She tried to slip a peek sideways at him.  He was so kind to her, she knew nothing about him, but didn’t want to risk upsetting him with the constant questions that bubbled to the top of her brain.

 Percy stiffened slightly, he knew the question would come, it always did.  He really liked Lacey a lot, she did her clan proud.  He knew she was incredibly strong and intelligent, and that she would take whatever was thrown at her and adapt the best way she could.  She had proven that before the night she finally met her mother and received the amulet. 

 “Over the centuries I have been guardian of the Rose clan.  I have served all of the Rose women from training and education down to overseer and protector.”  Percy shook his head, not feeling right giving her the same speech he had given so many before her.  He vowed she would never know the true depth of the things he had done and been required to do for all the women before her.  To him, Lacey was different; she was special, delicate, and vulnerable.  She was the most pure Rose to come from her family for longer than he could remember.  No, he decided, he would not lose Lacey to the dark curse like he had the others.

 “It has been my duty to protect and train each new daughter when the time came for her to come into her powers.  To help them understand their gift and what it means to be a Rose clan descendant.”  His chest grew heavy having to hide from her the truth, but her spirit had been through enough turmoil, he had to save her from her fate.  He looked at her and her eyes were wide with curiosity, “Just how old are you Percy?” 

He laughed at that question, he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed like that and it was deep and hearty.  “I am old as time itself, the Gods and Goddesses created me to be what you see before you.”  He reached out and caught her as she stumbled over her feet with that information.  Laughing as she peered up at him trying to see some sign of old age, “Don’t be deceived by looks Lacey, many of the things you will fight are just as old as I am, and just as strong as you are.” 

Taking the opportunity at his vulnerability with her, she spun around with light speed and swept his feet from under him.  Landing with a loud grunt, he looked at her surprised.  “Don’t underestimate me Percy, just because I am tiny doesn’t mean I cannot hold my own,” she said triumphantly.  She caught the flash of movement of his feet as he went to bring her down with him and the amulet got warm to the touch, her body seemed to fly as she jumped up and over his foot to tumble down in a neat summersault, coming back up on her feet on the other side of him. 

“Very good!”  Percy said with pride.  “I think it is time to take you out tonight for your first battle.”  The warmth radiated through her body and she felt strong, looking down, the amulet pulsed with a deep crimson glow against her pale flesh.  The strength of what she felt was centuries of warrior ancestors flowed through her body, and she knew her purpose.  Percy hid his eyes and prayed to those that made him that he would be able to keep her from the curse that haunted him in every fighter since the dawn of time.  Please, this one is special.

I adore my little kids; my cats around whom my life revolves. I couldn’t possible have loved them more if they were my human kids. They bring me such sheer joy, and love so strong that it actually makes my insides hurt. I think of them sometimes when I am at work and wonder what mischief they are upto and find myself smiling. I can physically remember what they smell like, how they fell cuddled in my arms even when I am not with them.

I get home and these 2 bundles of joy are waiting by the door. Memoll comes purring and tumbles by my legs when I walk in. Nemo generally waits to see if I look for him, so I have to call out and then he comes to me with this little bursting meow. I love coming back after a hard day’s work and waiting to see them. These 2 are definitely my gifts from god.

Then comes the devil’s share of the gift. My socks are strewn all around the house since they see it plainly as cloth mice which need to be destroyed and killed. The neatly bundles up pairs are all mixed and found under the tv, in the balcony, and sometimes stuffed down the drain. The mat is all rolled up as it was used as the tunnel of attack, the dustbin has been destroyed by the cat nuclear weapon (translating to claws in human talk), and tantrums occasionally turn into puddles of pee near the most difficult places to clean. Not a house you want to come back to after a hard day’s work!
Then the god’s side shines through again. Both are well behaved, fawning all over me, asking to drink of the tap (the sight can melt the hardest of hearts), going to the loo like good kids, wanting to be picked and cuddled. This is immediately followed by the devil’s vibes of them suddenly tearing madly all over the house, knocking down everything, insisting they climb into my lap top bag to investigate.

Even the love comes with the good and bad tribute. Like today for instance; the whole of last night I was up worrying myself to death because Nemo was throwing up all night. The morning saw the third world war break out at home with myself on one side, Nemo on the other and the evil bottle cap of medicine in between. Then I left for work feeling like the most wretched and negligent mother in the world. I can’t wait to get back and make sure he is ok and am also dreading going back.

Only kids can do this to you. Bring up conflicting emotions and turmoil about the same topic. Make you burst with love, worry with dread, swell with expectation and cry with frustration all at the same time. But I know one thing for sure; I wouldn’t exchange my place with anyone else in the world and am thankful every single day for being blessed with them.

Drinking stolen wine, and smoking cigarettes rolled from the pages of a bible, I begin again.

-sigh-

When you really break it all down, what’s the point of it all?  I ask myself.  I’ve asked this numerous times, only to have the answer bite me in the ass over and over and over again.  I’ve pissed away a good few years worth of Life in the search for ‘It All’ and all I’ve really come up with is ‘Just Because’.  There remains a distance I try to keep between me and the words I write, but I realize that the distance is what becomes me.  No matter the content, intent, or goal, it’s all just another attempt to find meaning to it all in the world around me.  Something that has been tried hundreds, or thousands, or millions of times before this one.  Whatever the number that has proceeded this single attempt amongst many, I move forward, claiming neither experience nor insider tips towards the matter.  After all, I’m just one voice amongst the millions on the Internet that feels the need to throw their thoughts at the ink and see what sticks to the paper after the initial shit storm has passed.

I’ve never had formal schooling, and while I wish I had, that option hasn’t presented itself as yet, though I know I can’t just wait for opportunities to appear, but must make the opportunities for the one who would take them as they come.  Namely, Me.  This really goes for anyone else out there that would begin as I would; Ass Backwards and trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on in this world.  I know others like myself exist.  I know I’m not unique, and if I am, I’m unique just like anyone else you could pick from this floating ball of rock, hurtling through space at about 67,000 miles per hour.  Hell, even my American upbringing has distanced me from the rest of the globe as everyone else uses the metric system.  If I could simulate rolling my eyes here, I would.

Whatever the case may be, I made a choice to keep going in the direction I’m in, and do my damned best to keep myself going, no matter how bad things get.  And believe me, things get pretty damn bad, especially for one as imaginative as myself.  There’s all forms of danger to be lurking in the blackness of the unknown, waiting around every corner to trip and devour you at the slightest sign of weakness.  That’s the world for you.  Fierce, vicious, and none too picky about what it devours to keep going.  Earth is a monstrous engine that is fueled by the blood of Man.  We die so that it might continue.  If humans died out completely, Earth would advance and forget about us.  We are short lived, troublesome, violent, and self destructive.  It’s bound to happen eventually, right?  Well, judging by the patterns at least.  Earth has a memory, but one that measures against the Galactic Ruler.  Our one hundred year bottle rockets are no match at all for the Class D bombs it has to deal with.

We are here and gone in a blink of an eye.  Look at our history and you’ll notice that the longer we lived, the longer we were able to keep ourselves alive, the more logical our deductions about our home became.  When our lives were capped at around thirty to forty years we worshiped anything that we did not understand, and back then, that was just about anything we saw.  As the years progressed we came to understand our surroundings and the ball of rock we lived on.  Hell, for the longest the world was thought to be flat.  You can even compare this to the way humans think about things.  It’s never as multidimentional as we’d like it to be, being only able to observe (for the most part) in a 2-D to 3-D point of view.  When you introduce meditation, ‘outside-the-box-’ thinking, etc, we really only add a fraction of what really is.  That the world is but an atom in the unfathomable build of a gigantic dildo, placed away in someone’s closet until the next moment the husband, wife, or dry spell comes up, is only a small percentage in the whole fucking system of it all.  For all we know, we’re atoms that make up the code of a horrible virus that is, right as you are reading this, tearing the life from a life force that has family, friends, and lovers as you all do.

Who cares, right?  We’re either too big or too small to give credit to such things?  We aren’t effected by the events of these worlds, so why bother thinking of them?  Why not?  Why not give into these ponderings in the dark?  Because it shakes what you are to the core.  It challenges your set views of a world where You are the biggest, most valuable, pawn on the whole chess board, and a polite ‘Go fuck yourself’ to anything that would challenge this existence where You remain an ‘Important’ piece in the Game of Life.  Perspective kicks us in the balls again as we delve into the possibilities that we aren’t the Big Cheese in the main run of things.  Even that line of thinking can be credited to Religion.

I really don’t want to get into a discussion of religion right now because it would ruin my buzz, but I’ll just end this topic here by saying that Religion has been the biggest cause of Death in our entire existence as sentient creatures on this this floating rock.

We believe because we CAN.

At any rate, I’m off to bed.

Fuck you, fuck your beliefs, and most of all, fuck bananas.  Because I can almost never remember how to spell the fucking things…

Whatever,

Peace and enlightenment be upon you Traveler.

~K.S.

 After watching the Nyan Koi! anime(or what bit was aired already) I decided to take a look at the manga which I was hoping would be just as much fun, and luckily, I was correct.

SUMMARY

Junpei wakes up and finds the family Cat Nyamisus in his room, Junpei yells at the cat telling it to stay out of his room, and that he’s allergic to cats. Nyamisus walks out of the room, however as she walks out he tells Junpei that he is “an annoying the person”

Junpei later goes to the kitchen where his sister and mother are at, he sneezes while he’s at the table, and there Nyamisus is sitting there with them. Junpei gets ready to leave, and his sister and mother begin to cuddle and hug Nyamisus. As Junpei leaves Nyamisus gives him a ‘dirty’ look.

As he walks to school Junpei overhears two other stray cats talking, about going to the Butchers shop, he begins to wonder what exactly is going on with him.

At school Junei is talking to his friends, telling them that he can hear and understand exactly what cats are saying,which of course they don’t belive him(would you?) In order to solve Junpei’s problems his friends suggest that he talks to Mizuno, one of his friends goes right up to her and tries to talk about Junpei’s problem, but Junpei just quickly runs out of the classroom, and walks back in.

Walking back to his house, Junpei begins to remember the day all of the chaos started. He was kicking a can along the road, and suddenly he kicked it so hard that it went flying and knocked the head off a cat shrine statue.

After breaking the head off he ‘fixes’ the statue by placing the head back on. Bur as he walks by the shrine once again he tries to see if it has been ‘fuly’ fixed by attempting to pull the head off.

Yup, still broken…

Junpei begins to think that because the statue was broken by him that he might be cursed, however in order to satisfy the ’sprits’ he takes out a can of cat food and places it in front of the shrine as an offering. Nyamsus suddenly appears out of nowhere and begins to understand why Junpei can understand what she is saying, because he broke Jizo’s head. The chief priest arrives and finds Junko in front of the shrine along with the cat food he used as and offering. The priest finds the food at shrine and asks if it is an offering, Junko just says yes. The priest then asks if Junko he’s into the Jizo. The priest begins to explain that the Jizo has protected the land for years, and that it is very popular…but…

The Priest walks away, and after seeing Junpei give the Jizo the cat food, the man is sure that it will be very pleased with Junko. But before the priest walks off Junpei wants him tell him more about the Jizo. The old priest allows Junpei to come into his house in order to explain. In order to explain the Jizo to Junpei the priest takes out a large scroll and begins to read it all… another cat appears at the mans house and Junpei allergies increase 2x, the two cats begin to talk, and of course Junpei can hear every bit of it.

As the two cat talk the continue to insult Junpei and the priest who is getting into the reading of the scroll. Tama(the other cat) begins to explain the curse.

(too lazy to explain it all…)

Soooo he must perform good deeds for cats or else he’ll turn into a cat. Junpei despises cats so he immedately objects to thought of helping out cats. Junpei begins to turn into cat. But it’s nothing but a dream. Tama and Nyamusis arrive to Junpei’s house with some more cats, 3 more. His allergen increases by 4x . The cat has arrived because of a human who has been attacking them. Nyamusis say that he hits a plays around with them(in bad ways…), and they suffer from ‘ physiological damage’ or just ‘anime abuse’ like Junpei says.Nyamusis says the two cats that have come are the ‘lucky ones’. Junpei begins to think that if he helps the cats out, the curse will be lifted!!! So he “happily” helps the cats out.

Junpei and the cats find the human that has been messing with them.

But it turns out the person is Mizuno.

Confused Junpei walks away knowing she couldn’t be doing anything wrong. As he walks away the cats tell Junpei to yell at Mizuno and tell her to stop the “abuse”. Mizuno comes up to Junpei and is holding the cat as it yells “SAVE ME!!” However it turns out that Mizuno loves cats, and that her parent love dogs (and we all know how this goes…).

Junpei explains that the cats aren’t pleased with how Mizuno is treating or playing with them.

But Junpei is confused because Mizuno doesn’t mean any harm by what she is doing, however the cats surrounding him are coming in closer threatening Junpei(LOL). Junpei begins to tell Mizuno a second time, but the two cats(Tama and Naymusis) come in closer and rub against Junpei’s leg(?). Junpei tells Mizuno to Let go of the cat(forcefuly?) and she puts the cat down and runs off crying saying that she won’t do it again. Upset that he hurt his crushes feelings he runs off upset as well, and the problems of the cats are solved.

Junpei begins to wonder about Mizuno and how he hurt her feelings and she right then appears in front of him. They both say sorry to each other, and Mizuno asks if she can meet Junpei’s cat. He says yes(of course!), and he mentions that nothing has happened since that day and that his life is back to seeming normal.

Junpei thinks that because he helped out some cats that all of the cat related problems will be fixed.

WRONG!!!

Unfortunately for Junpei, in order to fix the curse, he must help out 99 more cats.

 -END-

THOUGHTS

Wow, that wasn’t bad, not bad at all. And it was actually pretty funny as well. Junpei is such an unfortunate person, seems like he’s always stuck in some sort of trouble of delimah. I can’t wait to continue reading now. The manga is going to be released in the states June 10,2010 , and I’ll definitely be buying it.

It seems like the anime is pretty faithful to the manga as well. I’ve taken a look at the next few chapters of the manga, and I’m sort of surprised at the length of each chapter, there are about 34 pages a chapter, even all the way up to the 15th, it’s kind of wierd, especially for a comedy series. The manga is released monthly though, but it’s released online only, and the released into the manga volume format, which we in america will be getting. But I’m a bit worried about the company handling the manga, CMX Manga, the manga branch of DCcomics, which has Tenjou Tenge, I’ve seen some of CMX’s stuff in bookstores and the quality of the paper and maybe just about everything is terrible, why didn’t Yen Press or even DelRey get the manga? and I can really trust their translations and overall quality of printing, but whatever, I’m still buying it.

The main story of this series is, differnt…but not in a bad way, it’s sort of refreshing maybe? and like I mentioned, it’s pretty funny at times. The anime a really funny as well, especially episode 4 and 6. And the art is another plus side as well, I really like it, and the character designs are good as well.

But I’m definitely looking forward to reading the chapter with the twins, even though the anime supposedly follows their story very closely. And there are quite a few character left.

So, this was a very good chapter, if you love a good comedy manga/anime then you should definately give it a try, and you should try it especially if you’re a cat lover~. I may continue to write about this series, may even do chapter 2 soon! can’t wait to continue this manga,and the anime!

And I won’t be doing Negima this week since it seems to be mostly fighting anyways. However I may get to AneDoki.

We called them curse, bad, opps or naughty words but what are these words? Your kid, let’s say his name is John says [bitch] and you go off saying “John that’s a bad word, don’t say that again!” We missed a few things there, you got to tell him WHY it’s a bad word and HOW COME you don’t want him to say it again. I want to know though….what are all the words of profanity? I consider f*** s*** d*** and motherf*** to be actual profanity words. While ass and bitch to be regular words.

Don’t get me wrong though! Ass, bitch and all the other words are offensive but the difference is the dictionary refers to the other words as being ’swear’ or ‘curse’ words while bitch and ass aren’t.

What do YOU think?

Nuclear waste stays harmful for an incredibly long time; the signs at the United States’ Carlsbad disposal facility warn people not to dig or drill there until at least 12 000 AD. This leads to a considerable problem. What if the inhabitants of the 210th century don’t know how to read or speak English? They probably won’t understand what a radiation warning symbol means, either.

That makes it rather difficult to find ways to ensure that these radioactive tombs are never opened. Even if they could understand the warnings, are you sure they’d pay attention? Modern archaeologists frequently disturb the tombs of Egyptian Pharohs, despite warnings of a plethora of hideous curses.

The United States Department of Energy has allotted $1M to figure out some sort of acceptable 10 000 year marker system for their waste burial sites. Slate has a fascinating article on it. An exceprt:

During a 2004 cleanup operation at the Hanford nuclear site in Washington state, personnel digging through a trench uncovered a safe containing a glass bottle. And inside the bottle, white sludge. Tests identifying the substance as a type of plutonium gave way to more tests until, in the Spring of 2009, scientists from the Pacific Northwest National Laboratory revealed what, exactly, the crew had uncovered: A 1944 artifact from the fledgling nuclear weapons program—the oldest existing sample of bomb-grade plutonium from a nuclear reactor, with a half-life of 24,110 years. Although this sexagenarian sludge isn’t dangerous to touch—its particles are too large to penetrate skin—it’s poisonous if swallowed or inhaled and will be for centuries to come. Yet it was housed in a flimsy receptacle that should rightfully contain nothing more toxic than bleach. In the rush of nuclear discovery, the mid-century scientists never paused to consider that a trespasser might happen upon the safe and crack it open.

Since that time, “deep geological disposal” has replaced shallow trenches as our preferred nuclear-waste-storage technique. But another, more abstract problem—raised by the Hanford message in a bottle—remains unsolved: not how to store waste but how to label it. Not what container to use or where to bury it but how to explain the long-term dangers of what’s inside to a trespasser. This seemingly simple conundrum (just use a radiation hazard symbol!) is complicated by the fact that such a trespass would prove lethal if it took place not only in 60 years but in 10,000 or 100,000. China, the planet’s oldest continuous civilization, stretches back, at most, 5,000 years. And the world’s oldest inscribed clay tablets—the earliest examples of written communication—date only from 3,000 or 3,500 B.C. It’s impossible to say what apocalyptic event might separate 21^st-century Americans from our 210^th-century successors. Successors, mind you, who could live in a vastly more sophisticated society than we do or a vastly more primitive one.

How Can We Communicate the Dangers of Nuclear Waste to Future Civilizations? [Slate]

Salute !

“Crada“, ein alter Bekannter aus HipHop Zeiten hat eine neue Produktion für “Curse” gelaced. Zu finden hier.

“Am Anfang war es Lifestyle und Image, ein bisschen Arme aufgeritzt weil es in ist“
Curse – Kein Leben

Es ist selten passiert, dass ich nach der ersten Zeile eines Curse Songs einen so starken Drang verspüre schreiend zu skippen. Curse, kennt ihr ihn? Curse ist eine Instanz im deutschen HipHop, Curse ist der Papst des deutschen Raps. Ich erinner mich lebhaft daran, als ich beim Headbangen auf “Hassliebe” zu meinen ersten Gigs gefahren bin, und als ich dann wieder auf Hassliebe abgehend in Bayreuth nen hübschen Unfall gebaut hab. Glück gehabt. Curse jedenfalls hat uns leuchtend-augen Kinder des deutschen Raps geführt, wir haben seine prägnanten Gedanken bewundert.

“Und was ist jetzt?“
Der Song “Kein Leben”. Released wird selbiger im Zuge eines “Joint Ventures” von der ARCHE-Stiftung und verschiedenen HipHop Künstlern, darunter Curse, Prinz Pi und auch Urgestein Spax; “Deutschlands vergessene<n> Kinder<n>” soll mit diesem Sampler ihre “emotionale Armut” genommen werden. (Vgl. Rapspot Interview)

“Immer Zuhause, immer die die Jalousien runter, nicht nur dein Licht, auch deine Stimmung wurde dunkler [...] Keine Lust mehr was zu essen, dafür acht Zigaretten in der Stunde, du bestrafst deine Lunge [...] Du warst immernoch schön, immer noch sexy, du hast gewusst wie du wirkst auf uns männliche Wesen, doch dich selbst hattest du aufgegeben“
Curse – Kein Leben

Abgesehen von der mangelnden Eleganz der Sprache, eine konzise Beschreibung der Situation “emotional verwahrloster Kinder”. Beschrieben von einem Verstand, der trotz seiner scheinbaren Klarheit nicht bemerkt, wie er stereotypisiert und stigmatisiert, wie er sich Klischees bedient und die prekären Lebensumstände von einer Empore aus mit dem Zeigefinger skizziert. Ich bin verleitet das eine himmelschreiende Heuchelei zu nennen.

Die “Depression aus der Dose” – ein unkontrolliert wuchernder Topos eines jeden deutschen Rappers, der etwas auf sich hält. Von Rasierklingenliebe (Casper) über Poesie von “depressiven Streetgangmembers” (Kollegah) wird die deutsche Amateurlyrik dunkelschwarz. Und auch Curse wusste angeblich schon in seinem Song “Struggle” ganz genau, was Jugendliche dazu antreibt aus einem Plastikkuli Pot zu rauchen.

Während Casper sein “Emo-Pony” legitimiert (Kidding) und Kollegah ohnehin nur Spaß macht, bleiben wir aber wieder bei Rappapst Curse, der es scheinbar bitter ernst meint und immernoch glaubt, dass er einen Zugang zu der Zielgruppe hätte, die er zu erreichen sucht. Nein, ich nehme keine Widerrede an, keine Diskussion.

Wenn ich in meinem verdunkelten Zimmer sitze, und den Schritt in die Treibsandgrube, die Spirale, den Strudel oder sonst irgendeine von Denkern erfundene Metapher für die Depression, getan habe, zieht mich da kein Curse raus. Denn was seine Songs kommunizieren sind Kälte, Eiseskälte. Eine sichere Distanz, ein schneidender Verstand, ein starres, apollinisches Konstrukt eines Gehirnes ohne jegliche Herzbeteiligung. Wie will mich so ein Mensch verstehen ?

Hand auf’s Herz – diese Tendenz zeichnet sich schon deutlich seit Sinnflut ab. Der tiefe Schrei auf dem Feuerwassercover ist längst verstummt. Was bleibt ist eine stoische Gestalt mit erhobenem Zeigefinger.
Curse hatte immer schon Oberlehrerambitionen mit Leidenschaft. Doch letztere Komponente verfliegt und hinterlässt einen schalen Beigeschmack von Ignoranz als er seine imaginäre Borderlinerin die letzten Worten “… was stand in dem Abschiedsbrief, wie du hast mich krass geliebt?” entgegenplärrt.
Nach so einer Vorstellung frage ich mich tatsächlich, ob Curse nicht mindestens genauso gefühlsverarmt ist wie die intendierten Hörer.

Ich für meinen Teil bin traurig darüber; zumal die große Aktion gegen die “emotionale Armut” aufgrund ihrer schon lächerlich unklaren Zielerklärung nach außen nicht mehr darstellt, als einen bravotauglichen Versuch der Reinwaschung im Rahmen der “social correctness”:  “Die Kids nehmen Rap-Texte sehr genau wahr und leben diese dann nach. Dazu gehören härteste Alkoholexzesse genauso wie mitgefilmte Gangbang-Partys, die dann über Handys weiter verteilt werden.” (<a href=”http://rapspot.de/interview.php?id=94″> Rapspot Interview, zweite Frage</a>.
Jedes gut gemeinte Motiv in Ehren, solche verbalen Emissionen sind weltfremd, anmaßend und widersprüchlich, hat man sich doch in jeder “Deutschrap Podiumsdiskussion über den Aufstieg und den Niedergang des deutschen HipHop” darauf geeinigt, dass kein Raptext Kinder zum Mord und Exzess bringen kann, deren junge und unstete Persönlichkeiten nicht vorher durch schlimme Erlebnisse geschwächt worden sind.

Ich für meinen Teil werde mir den Sampler trotzdem anhören, denn vielleicht ist trotz allen schlechten Vorboten ein Künstler vertreten, der sich nicht eine artifizielle Geschichte aus den Fingern saugt, sondern einfach das rappt was er am besten kann. Für einen “guten Zweck”. Und wenn er Müttern beischläft.

Gehabt euch wohl !

Der Germanist

Würzburg, 21.11.09

Good morning kids and HAPPY FRIGGIN’ FRIDAY!!!

There’s A Map For That
The ad wars are heating up already! In one corner, AT&T. They have the iPhone and that’s about it. That is the only thing keeping customers on their crappy service. Everyone complains about their service from the left coast to the right coast. Even the experts who have iPhones complain. In the other corner is Verizon. They have been kicking themselves for not signing the deal with the iPhone all those years back, but they have awesome coverage.

AT&T is suing Verizon stating that its ‘There’s A Map For That’ commercials mislead consumers. If you are not familiar with this advertisement, it basically shows two maps of the United States. One in red which represents the Verizon wireless coverage and one in blue, representing AT&T. The blue map seems to indicate that Verizon has better coverage than does AT&T when it comes to 3G wireless.

AT&T seems to be saying the consumer (you and I) are not smart enough to read and know the difference between 3G data coverage (which is what the ad is comparing) and calling area coverage.

Titans Football At Townley’s
The Titans play this Monday night in Houston! Join us at Townley’s in Smyrna for the game! $5 Jager-Bombs, $5 Townley Teas, $5 Pitchers, $1 Drafts, and FREE BEER AT HALFTIME!!!

Bookmarks
And now for some links I have been meaning to share…

www.Oddee.com is an entertainment blog on oddities, focused on the odd, bizarre and strange things of our world, its daily articles and sections explore subjects from science to advertising and technology.

www.PeopleOfWalmart.com is simply a satirical social commentary of the extraordinary sights found at America’s favorite store.

www.CurseBird.com is a live Twitter feed that updates each time certain curse words are posted on Twitter.

www.OnlineConversion.com will help you convert just about any unit of measurement into any other unit of measurement.

www.Nintendo8.com is a free site where you can play video games online from the original Nintendo Entertainment System, Sega Master System, and Commodore 64.

www.AnnualCreditReport.com offers your free annual credit report from your choice of one of the top 3 reporting agencies. Select a different agency each time and you can get your report 3 times per year.

That is all I have for this week. Taking the Jolly Mon in for some maintenance work and winterizing tomorrow. Sad. But y’all have a great weekend! See you on the other side! Don’t forget about Monday Night Football at Townley’s!

Stephen R. Schermerhorn
Scoundrel

The Four Step Curse

Thursday and grey

Was the sky, it turned

To night as we woke

Up, Zack had to throw

Up and enter the disarray

Of where we all stayed

Flipped upside down

Pillows and couches

And lounge like

Dinner tables

Everything was

More real than fables

Maybe robbed, maybe

A prank we simply

Did think, but who

Would do such a thing?

Who would trick us

Like a game? The cops

Came, did their thing,

But we prayed like

Watchmen in every

Corner of our house

We trapped every

Mouse that stood

In the way, we concluded

That witches came,

We heard of the four

Step curse, slashed tires

Black cat fires,

Upside down was

An inch away from

A blood display

On every mirror

We would later

Look into as

We dug a fire pit

Piled the compromises

Hidden in shelves

And under the bed

Let Jacob do the

Digging he’s from

Texas, and then came

The text message

Kyle pranked us,

Sank us, worried

Us and still we

Threw away in

The fire whatever

Did inspire us to

Live far from Him,

The flames engulfed

The plastic tapes

Of eight years of

Endless babble,

Vinyl records and

Literature, no fire

Extinguisher just

The four step curse

That was not real

But what a steal

That we would

Now have a funny

Story to tell

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A fascinating post by Steve Lumbley at Apostasy Watch

We received this email recently from a friend of the ministry,

You mentioned the TBN praise-a-thon and I have to tell you this story of direction from the Lord. I was flipping through the channels and saw Paul Crouch. He had one of his people holding a miniature model of a satellite he had purchased and was asking for more money to buy more satellites. Here’s the strange thing about the whole scenario. He said to the group and the TV audience

“I’m reading from Zechariah 5:1 and 2. 1 I looked up again and saw a flying scroll. 2 “What do you see?” the angel asked me. “A flying scroll,” I replied. “It’s 30 feet long and 15 feet wide.”. Paul said let me tell you people something, this satellite I’m sending into space is 30 feet long and 15 feet wide, the space shuttles cargo bay has enough room to fit two of these satellites to send up into space to circle the earth for the word of God….give the Lord a great sound of praise.

I tell you Steve at that very moment I felt the need or the Lord told me to read Zechariah 5, I thought to myself, wait a second I know about this scroll in Zechariah and it’s not good,

I looked up again and saw a scroll flying through the air. “What do you see?” the angel asked. “I see a flying scroll,” I replied. “It appears to be about thirty feet long and fifteen feet wide.”  Then he said to me, “This scroll contains the curse that is going out over the entire land. One side says that those who steal will be banished from the land; the other side says that those who swear falsely will be banished from the land. And this is what the LORD Almighty says: I am sending this curse into the house of every thief and into the house of everyone who swears falsely by my name. And my curse will remain in that house until it is completely destroyed–even its timbers and stones.” Zechariah 5:1-4

I believe the Lord was describing Paul’s satellite, I believe that the prophecy that was being given from the Lord through Zechariah was for this very day. I could be wrong, but it seems to me to ring so true. Could I be wrong?

Wayne C

I suppose the most shocking thing about this is the fact that Crouch would use the first two verses in reference to his TBN satellites yet ignore the very next verse which says the flying scroll is a curse sent by the Lord. That tells me that Paul Crouch is either a.) illiterate, b.) willfully blind, or c.) purposely deceiving his audience for financial gain. I suspect the latter. It seems too that Crouch has successfully deceived his partners for so long that he’s not the least bit worried that one of them might actually open a Bible and read this passage for themselves.

What do you think? Could this be an example of that strong delusion God promised to send upon those who refuse the truth.

2Thess 2:10-12
“…because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this reason God will send them strong delusion, that they should believe the lie, that they all may be damned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.”

Here we have a bunch of people who claim to be ‘born again Christians’ and they are so blind they can’t even see the truth when it’s right in front of them. This level of blindness can only be God sent. You see I don’t condemn anyone. Their own words condemn them.

Mat 12:37
“For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.”

Thank you Paul Crouch for admitting with your own mouth that TBN spreads a curse over the whole earth.

Now hear the word of the Lord to you and all who follow TBN.

That curse has entered the house of all who receive it. All of you who swear falsely by the name of the Lord by practicing heretical doctrines like ’seed faith giving’. You who think that your self righteous efforts are pleasing to God. You who are covetous of the riches of this world, you are thieves at heart just like the TBN prophets to whom you submit. All of those who follow TBN are under the curse and that curse will remain in your house until you and your family are destroyed, unless you repent.

Isaiah 29:10-13
“For the LORD hath poured out upon you the spirit of deep sleep, and hath closed your eyes: the prophets and your rulers, the seers hath he covered. And the vision of all is become unto you as the words of a book that is sealed, which [men] deliver to one that is learned, saying, Read this, I pray thee: and he saith, I cannot; for it [is] sealed: And the book is delivered to him that is not learned, saying, Read this, I pray thee: and he saith, I am not learned. Wherefore the Lord said, Forasmuch as this people draw near [me] with their mouth, and with their lips do honour me, but have removed their heart far from me, and their fear toward me is taught by the precept of men:”

Mark 7:6-7
‘He answered and said to them, “Well did Isaiah prophesy of you hypocrites, as it is written: ‘This people honors Me with [their] lips, But their heart is far from Me. And in vain they worship Me, Teaching [as] doctrines the commandments of men.’

Winters icy lips kiss

Nighttime death closes in

The lone man stumbles on

Sharp stars like broken glass

Petals fall in a frozen crash

Cemetery curse of blank headstones

The man who wrote the first ever computer virus… From BBC News. Full story

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Title: The Peruke Maker: The Salem Witch Hunt Curse
Author: Ruby Dominguez
Publisher: Outskirts Press
Genre: Horror
Language: English

PURCHASE HERE

THE PERUKE MAKER – The Salem Witch Hunt Curse is a compelling and suspenseful story that focuses on the infamous Salem Witch Hunt Curse, an ancient and evil practice which is unearthed from necromancy and violates the course of natural events in a modern day world.

Inspired by true events, The Peruke Maker is a well researched screenplay about the spiritual and emotional journeys of Bridget Cane, a stunning 17th century red haired beauty, and Sarah, a thoroughly 21st century woman. Their paths become inextricably bound across time and space as Thomas Cane’s vengeful curse continues to threaten the virtuous during this relentless quest for an avenger of innocent blood.

Like the book’s 21st century time traveler, Sarah, the author’s readers are introduced to this earlier, frightening world by the startling image of Bridget Cane, scantily clad, frozen in fear, her own imminent death portended by the Banshee’s bloodcurdling cries, set against the background of a witch hunt that has reached a feverish pitch in a society where the fear of sorcery and the devil is as real as God.

The story builds with heightened tension and conflict and fittingly ends in present day New York City when Sarah’s journey ultimately comes full circle as Michael’s love for her triumphs over the evil she must face in 17th century Salem. The suspense leading to her final redemption climaxes in a dramatic and magical act of rebirth which transcends the grave at the exact stroke of midnight on the Autumnal Equinox.

This is a beautiful illustration which captures the very essence of what this story is all about: love and forgiveness.

Prologue

The wig advertisement on a website cuaght my attention, and it read: “Wigs made from 100% hand tied human hair, grown, and harvested from reliable and youthful donors.”
An eerie sense crawls up my spine. But I ordered one anyway, and it came in a beautiful golden box, to my delight. Excitedly, I positioned the wig on my head and applied red lipstick on, while Mudd my pet dachshund curiously spies from under the bed. Appreciating my reflection in the mirror, I somehow lost track of time, have fallen into a deep slumber and dreamed…

The pale moon peeks at the seams of dark foreboding clouds. My long red hair flowing in the wind. Clad in a bloodstained sheer white lingerie, running barefoot after Mudd across the field. Mudd is running farther away, streaked with blood stains.

I ended before a big arch wooden door and knocked frantically, calling out for my father’s help. The door opens and I find Mudd next to him. Breathlessly I asked, “Father, what’s wrong with Mudd?” Mystifyingly I hear his mind speak, “It’s not blood, it’s ink.”

The author, Ruby Dominguez, is challenged by the conflicting complexities of the past and future. Undeterred, she strokes with pen the somber and bright hues of her visions.

THE PERUKE MAKER, inspired by true events, is a meticulously researched screenplay that is laced with relevance and substance. We follow the unforgettable spiritual and emotional journey of BRIDGET CANE, a stunning 17th Century woman and SARAH, a product of the 21st Century who are inextricably bound together in a tenuous journey that comes full circle.

The banality of evil which pervades 17th Century Salem, Massachusetts is captured by the screenwriter with penetrating insight as we follow one young woman’s deadly encounter with the forces of Good and Evil. This compelling journey is deftly played against a storyline that has meaningful things to say about the inherent vulnerability of the human condition.

You can visit Ruby’s blog at www.salemcurse.wordpress.com.

Phew!  Finally!  Kinlea Keeper was released at Drollerie Press last week.  Yes, I know I said it would be released in June, September, and October respectively, but this is an honest to goodness sure thing!  I’ve seen it!  It’s true, I tell you!  Now we can all wait with bated breath for Curse (the sequel), which by contract must be released before early March of 2010.  If you are at all interested in mixed-myth folklore fantasy, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the series, and I would be more than a little grateful if you give the excerpt a shot even if you aren’t.  It’s free, after all, and I promise it won’t take up too much of your time.  Much obliged! -EGD

We’ve had some really nice weather in the Chicago ‘burbs throughout this week and continuing today.  Although I had to put in a Saturday morning at work, I got home by early afternoon and (thanks to some prodding by Ordinary Spouse) was able to get out and enjoy it.

In our back yard, we have a small garden that OS tends.  There’s not much space, but I’m thankful for her efforts because the fruits of her labor add to our meals throughout the summer.  My favorite staples are probably tomatoes, cucumbers (which also show up as pickles), and arugula, but we get other things depending on which seeds in the catalog caught her fancy in January.  Turns out that this year we are still enjoying leeks and cilantro into mid-November.

Today, she wanted me to get the plot ready for winter (well – all except the patches of leek and cilantro) which consisted of taking down some rabbit fence, pulling some stakes, spreading some rich soil from our compost pile, and turning everything over just a bit.  I grumbled a bit as I was motivating my body out the door, but once outside the weather was so nice, and the work so rewarding, that I was thankful to be there.

Thanks to an Andrew Kreider song in my head, I got to thinking about the curse of the garden in Genesis.  Here are some excerpts from the song…

The soil in the garden, voluptuous and new
Bursting with promise and moist with the dew
Awakens in me the desire for you
To make me the work of your hand

We feasted that day without a care
Using spoonfuls of pepper that would singe your hair
A worm in my apple, breaking the curse
Renewing my love for the earth

“Our Souls Are Soil”
(from “Firebrands and Golden Strands)
by Andrew Kreider

Have you ever noticed in Genesis 3 that the curse is directed at the ground, and not at Adam?  And how in Romans, Paul says that “creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the children of God”?  As my spade was breaking the ground, I was contemplating that line, “…breaking the curse, renewing my love for the earth”, and praying that God’s children would be a blessing to the ground.

In the chorus, Andrew’s song compares our own lives to the ground.  It’s rather profound:

Oh, our souls are soil.
Won’t you turn them gently?
Our souls are soil.
Won’t you turn them again?

If God the gardener is tending to the soil of my life, I hope there are some hot peppers planted.

Ever say something you wish you could take back while it is still exiting your lips?  That occurrence happens to be the story of my life.  I say things that make even me cringe and wonder why the heck people listen to me in the first place.  I say things, for example, that come in the form of embarrassing pop culture references that no one, and I mean no one should catch or remember.  See, I have a big problem: I sometimes think I’m funny.  When you think you’re funny, you’re probably not.  I understand and embrace this, I mean, at least I amuse myself, that’s all I need.  But there are people out there stroking their egos, thinking they are the funniest things to grace the planet when in all actuality, they’re terrible…just saying.  But back to my first question.  Have you ever said something and immediately wanted to take it back but simply saying “I take it back” just wouldn’t cut it?  Yea, me too.  In fact, I do this on the daily.  I’ll say something that makes me smack my hand to my face and shake my head, like “what was I thinking?!”  I sometimes find it so difficult to convey the messages that I would like.  It happens, of course, only in person, when it is easier to become flustered and embarrassed when what I say isn’t being understood properly or if it just so happens to be found stupid by other parties.

One of my biggest joys in life is making other people happy.  Making them smile, making them feel good, laugh, you know the drill.  So sometimes I teeter on the edge of something being humorous and it being purely stupid in order to get the response I seek.  Yes I may feel dumb after I say something that happens to fall off the cliff and into the pit of pure stupidity, I may regret saying some things, but in the end if the person I am seeking a response from is happier, it was worth it.  It’s almost a curse; yes I’m cursed with the need to make others laugh, even if it happens to be at my own expense.  With some people, I barely have to try, but when it is difficult to make a person laugh, I feel almost a sense of accomplishment in doing so.  Take my dad for instance.  The man’s got a great sense of humor but he also knows how to control it, so I literally celebrate when I say something that makes him belly laugh.

Another thing I am cursed with is a fantastic memory.  If a conversation is with someone I deem important, I can remember even the most minute details and recall them during later conversations.  You’d think this would be a good thing, right?  Wrong.  Because maybe it’s just that conversations had with me aren’t important enough to remember or maybe some people just have a harder time recalling information, but either way, I feel really stupid when I bring things up that others don’t remember.  The only time this is a good thing is when I say something really stupid, and the person doesn’t remember.  But of course, the stupid things are what people remember most, so this doesn’t happen often.  And even when it does I continue to prove my stupidity by bringing up an old thing I said that was stupid, thinking people would remember, but then when they don’t it’s as if they have heard it for the first time again, and what happens?  Ridicule.

I’m RJ, and this is just something to think about (or not)…

there is this truly bizarre woman who woke up on my couch today.  she has yellow hair and asked me for tampons and a green tea, “an authentic green tea” with milk and sugar.

cheapo cabinets make her insane

she had H1N1.  her dad had cancer.  her kitchen is ugly.  she makes headbands out of zippers.  her friend cant handle her beer left her at a show. “that’s hustling” “i feel like a twat” and “i design from home” are sentences she said.

she doesnt want to know about lawyers or what they have to talk about.  i am typing this as she talks, by the way.

she’ll make anyone a dress for $200. and she made 2000 flowers for Macy’s last year for 4 dollars an hour.

i have a feeling she may be cursed and i want her to leave.