Thursday, January 31, 2008

50-Word Stories

“What are you doing?” asked Hobbes.
“I’m discovering worlds!” Calvin shouted enthusiastically.
“Are these worlds those marbles you’re holding in your hand?” Hobbes inquired.
“Their infinitesimal size may fool you, but inside these diminutive globes of glass lay galaxies waiting to be discovered!”
“Right.”
“Well, they could be!” Calvin shouted.

Dedicated to Calvin & Hobbes, the best comic strip out there!
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Brian glanced around the massive room, lights flickering and buttons galore. I wonder, he pondered, if I push just one button, what could possibly go wrong? He struggled with himself, quickly losing the battle. Darting forward, he struck the monstrous red button.
“The flood gate is opening!” someone screeched.
Uh-oh.

Dedicated to my button-obsessed twin. This one's for you Bro!
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“Look! We got a package!” Josh chortled stupidly.
“Do you hear that ticking?” Dennis asked.
“Yeah. So?” Josh bent down to pick it up.
“No! Wait! Don’t!” Dennis cried but he was too late.
An explosion rocked the vicinity.
“What in the hell was that?” a neighbor asked his spouse.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Planetary Status Quo

Today's statement:
I'm stuck wondering where all the decent people on this planet have gone.

Thoughts:
I'm truly worried about what this world has become. It's a cesspool of hate, despair, starvation, loss, and cruelty. And that, my friends, is just the tip of the iceberg.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Paranoia or Intelligence?

Today's statement:
One man's paranoia is another man's intelligence.

Thoughts
:
I may be "paranoid", but that paranoia is what has kept me alive and safe. Because of my common sense, I have lived to see my 19th birthday--and hopefully, just hopefully, I may live to see my 20th.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Diamonds, toys, political prisoners... SAY WHAT?

I've had very weird dreams lately. They vary from heists to animal sanctuaries to sexual abuse. Now, how can a person understand those all bunched together? So strange... My dreams have taken an unexceptionally odd twist to themselves.
The one I had last night was probably about the most confusing, yet the most hilarious dream I've had in a long time. It started out with a diamond heist that went well until we triggered the alarm--luckily after we had gotten the diamonds--$8 million worth! Well, my two (both men)
comrades and I hightailed it out of the back hallways and into... get this!... and into a toy store. Yeah, you read that right, we were stealing diamonds in a toy store. Well, the guards were closing in, so we tipped over stands, and all kinds of balls went rolling: basketballs, marbles, beach balls, bouncy balls--you name it, they went a-rollin'! And while they were slipping and sliding, we made our getaway. We walked--not ran--walked away, to look inconspicuous, I guess, and it worked. We were blocks away before we heard sirens. To get our bearings, we did a B&E into a mobile home that was currently uninhabited. Once safely inside, we fine-tuned our plans, which were--believe it or not--the details of breaking out political prisoners from prison.
That's right, we pulled off an $8 million diamond heist in the back of a toy store to break out political prisoners.
Try deciphering that one!
Well, while we were planning, the owner came home from shopping, I assume, due to the fact that she had groceries in her arms. We pretended as if we were Advertisers and reeled out our spur-of-the-moment schpele. We were nearly done talking with her when someone started knocking on the door. We waited, frozen, while the lady opened the door. Our fears were unfounded, they were just kids selling cookies. I had some cash on me, so I bought her some Oatmeal Raisin cookies. My comrades protested that, but I told them, "No good deed goes unpunished." And it turned out I was right. As it happens, not too much later after we had left, she was questioned by the authorities, and denied ever seeing us, let alone talking with us. And that's all she wrote! That's all I remember of that dream. One of my weirdest dreams yet, I'll tell ya that!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

The Dangers of On-line Communication

I really need to get this out of my system, so please, people, bear with me...
I now feel as if no one can ever be safe. There are too many sickos out there, too many psychotic yet extremely clever people--ergo there's a lot of dangerous people out there. And sadly, I've dealt with my fair share. The first incident happened when I was only 6 years old. I was only a few houses away from my home when a car pulled up next to me. There was a man inside, and he was driving the car slowly, matching the pace of my short legs.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked.
"No," I told him, "I live on this block."
"Come on," he coaxed. "Why don't you get in and I'll drive you the rest of the way?"
"No," I repeated. "I can walk."
By then I had reached the steps of my house. The man looked furious when I glanced back at him. I booked up the stairs. Just before I slammed the front door shut, I heard his tires screech, and his engine roar; I turned just in time to see him zoom down the street and out of sight.
That was then, this is now. The internet has made it much easier for somebody to hunt a person down. Even with being careful, nobody is safe--myself included.
Please, if you're reading this, take what I have to say seriously. Never, ever, EVER give out your last name, the city you live in (especially if it's a small town), where you went (or are going) to school, or college. Don't give out any personal information, like your home address or your phone number. It's not worth taking the chances for a moment's pleasure--those of you out there know what I mean! I've never done that, and never will, but still, that does not make me safe.
I--one of the most internet careful people I know--am in a horrifying situation right now. I met this person on-line at a dating site, and we exchanged msn e-mail addresses. He seemed like a nice guy, full of fun, caring... He was coming to a city a few hours away from me, and I considered meeting him. When I told him that we'd only meet in a public area, and never somewhere alone, he turned vicious. I'm not going to go into specific details of his threats, but he mentioned rape, torture, and murder to say the least. That night I went to bed shaking. I had never been more frightened in my entire life--not of my physically abusive father, not of school bullies who attacked me on more than one occasion, never. Well, as I'm beginning to learn, there really is a first for everything. I'm not overly attractive; I'm not strikingly beautiful. Pretty, maybe; beautiful I am not. Yet, this--I hesitate to say man--monster is still fixated on me.
He's determined to "teach me a lesson" for rejecting him. In his own words, "You need help, my kind of help," and that "If I can't have you, if I can't be your first, no one can!" Then he goes on to ask if I want to see him on cam, or something equally disturbing, as if we were the best of friends, when just seconds before he was threatening not just my body, but my life.
Luckily, I have a friend who helped me more than he could imagine. I explained my dilemma, and in return he scanned the internet, search engines, on-line school newspapers, whitepages.com, a site I know now where if you know a person's last name, even if it is very common, you can learn everything, and I mean everything about that person: where they live, and I mean their exact address, their family member's names and addresses, where they work, where they go to school or college, everything!
He also checked my profiles, anything that could have my (very personal) information and let me know how to change what was out there so it would be harder for someone to track me down. But, by now, it may be too late; I can only be prepared for the worst, and hope for the best.

People, if someone is threatening you on-line, whether it's a chat site, a dating site, MSN, Yahoo, AOL, AIM--whatever instant messenger you use--report it! Save the conversations with the person who's threatening you so you can show them to the police, or lawyers if need be. Also, please use common sense. People can be intelligent, get straight A's throughout school and college years, but still lack complete common sense. If something feels wrong, it usually is. If someone is acting out of the ordinary, be cautious. Be aware of your surroundings. And if you have your mind set to meeting someone that you've only met on-line, bring a family member or friend you know won't abandon you. It's probably best to bring a man friend/family member rather than a woman. If a stalker sees he's outnumbered, especially by someone who could easily fend for themselves, they just might back off.
Once more, be careful about what you say to people you don't know on-line! Even saying something as simple as the number on your Jersey (if you play a sport) is enough for someone to track you down. Even showing a picture of yourself, as innocent as it may be, is enough.
You can never be too cautious. Keep that in mind.

Thank you, Chuck. Thank you more than you can imagine.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

A New Year's Contemplation

Well, it's the new year. 2008. Another year past, riddled with the scars of another year of humans' rule. Sometimes I wonder if this planet would be better off without us. Really. We pollute our environments until we can't get any more use from them and then move on and start the deadly process again. We kill everything in our path. Shoot animals for fun, not for survival, and leave them where they lay. Or just as bad, we kill them and use their horns or ivory as trophies. Now, you tell me, is that right?
That's just the tip of the iceberg. We don't just kill animals, we kill each other. Why? I certainly want to know. Why can't everyone--no, scratch that, anyone get along? And even if we don't get along all the time, why can't we help each other? Let's put natural disasters (which leave people without the necessities and everyone else too greedy or too busy to help them) on the side for the moment and look at Rwanda, or currently, Darfur. Why do we feel the need to exterminate one another? I'll never understand it. Okay, I get it; we each have our own beliefs, our own ethnicities, but does that mean we have to kill each other? One person isn't any different or better than another. Yet people throughout the times have felt that their skin color, religion, or social groups are pure, and any other skin color, religion, or social group is inferior and therefore must be eradicated. Hitler is a great example. For those of you who don't know who Hitler is, he was the leader of Germany in possibly the most ghastly and deadly movement on the planet. He stated that any person who wasn't his religion, his skin color, or otherwise just like him was inferior and therefore should be eliminated. He exterminated Jews, people of different ethnicities, skin color, and sexual preference. He was one of the worst people to ever inhabit this planet. And afterwards, Rwanda happened; close to a million deaths and for what? A senseless reason. And now Darfur. Too much is happening there for me to talk about, but I think I've made my point.
We are a plague on this planet.
Humanity is a plague.