Calm Down, Calm Down, i know i haven't posted in awhile, you don't have to get all proud and act like you posted mad comments about it... god damn, i take a month or two off to be with my gal and you guys seem to flip more tits than i am.
Anyhow, I've come to the conclusion that the only thing that will get you jackals off my back is posting, and lots of it. So here I go, from now on im posting all my writings, retro active from ninth grade.
And you said didn't write enough... tsk tsk
P.S. These posts will show up behind my blog posts, or in the middle, or maybe after some of them, simply because thats the time that I wrote them.
Just a real quick, rather melodramatic piece i wrote while residing in ISS today.
Peace and luv to all those who matter, Reverend
When the puppy love sets in
and my blood begins to simmer,
My Stomach settles low,
My vision becomes dimmer
Having no recourse to stop the course
of actions once begun
I seek her out, i even shout,
she is the only one
While at her side I could reside
I lack not the motivation
but earnestly fear what i hold dear
will garner no reciprocation
It's Happend before, it will again
I distort the very thought.
And in a web, of things she said,
I will be defenseless... caught.
To avoid all this I pay a toll,
one that only i percieve.
For if I spoke, outside a joke,
the price you'd not believe.
I'd sell my soul, My very being
to be with her today
But such a sale would not make her proud,
Not Happy, not glee, not gay.
And so I sit in lonliness
and pen my little sonnets
Without her love, or even trust,
I simply play that i dont want it...
"All hail Zypher, King of all that is leet!"
That in a few years may well be the most commonly spoken and heard statement by all men. Having finally finished the first chapter of my book, The Good Fight: A synopsis of Fighting styles and techniques,I have laid a major milestone in the modern world. Upon release this book will enable all men, large and small, to defend and stage offenses against enimes.
Now even though i say the first chapter, what i actually mean is the first FULL section, while the book is broken up into tons of chapters, it consists of only four major sections: Unarmed Combat, Armed CQC, Fire-Arm combat, and strategic warfare techniques.
The finished section covers Unarmed combat, including examinatoins of both eastern and western fighting forms and offering my suggestioons of attacks and which styles should be persude further.
I have already begun work on the other sections section two, armed combat which is to include analysis of bushido, fencing, and more modern weapons like the ASP Baton and Balisong (butterfly) knife.
In an unrelated matter, while making a run to the IGA to get some garlic bread, a kid felt the nerve to ask me,
"What OS do you use?"
Initially dumbfounded I quickly responded,
"I Duel Boot XP Pro and Fedora Core."
he then commented that he was merely insuring that my sweatshirts desgin, "Hacker.", was deserved. apparently satisfied he nodded his head and followed his friends as they walked away.
While it gives me great pleasure to announce that i have finally finished vol. 1(my father bleeds history) of art spiegelman's riveting tale of suspense and dramatic wordplay, i am aahamed of how long it took me to accomplish this. Other the course of about a month i found it hard to complete this mere 159 pg masterpiece of modern melodrama.
Timetable aside it was clearly one of the best reads i've ever had, simply the lasting impression bestowed upon me by the portrayal of the nazi's (shown as cats) brutal treatment of jewish children (the jews are mice) is enough evidence to conclude this. yet with the addition of themes like equality and hatred breeds hatred being driven home in parralel with the aforementioned concept, it becomes more than evident that this book is more than a book, it is an art form all it's own. From being moved from the graphic novel section to the biography section in bookstores, to being taught in class rooms and college courses across the nation, Spiegelmans work has only itself to compete with.
In an unforunete circumstance i can llok back on a life of trying to make light of the halocaust. For reasons including my german heritage and love of happiness and not dweling on sad or hateful things, i choose to overlook the true nature of the jewish oppression and annihilation of the 1940's. an utter nilhilist in the matter i cared about the actions of my german forefathers or the jews they no doubt dispiesed. This work has merely enlightened me to the error of my ways, never again shall i take something like genoicide lightly.
While i still have another volume of his fathers epic life to get through, it's a two book tale, I am taking a break from the decimation of the jews to enjoy the light hearted anti-Maus which is the Bone complete collection by Jeff Smith. Having Just cracked open the 1.3 thousand page epic (thats a real figure mind you) hopefully when finished I'll still be able to approach the second volume of maus with a serious head.
Congratulations artie, you bitch slaped those nazi bastards through time.
- Tim Otto
Just a single addition to the growing list of manly videos, hopefully this will stem the flow of insult laden mails regarding my last post.
In Mcclane we Trust:
Before i scare away all male readers, this is not a blog about tampons and .'s as a matter of fact that is the only time i will ever mention either of those in this blog. It is however a disscussion of matters pretaining to and in regards to women.
Now first things first i'm sticking to a no-names standard. This is in direct relation to a potientally threating message i recieved from from an unkown source in regards to my last gf. While generally i would merely choke out the responsible parties having just ending my tour of the massachusetts justice system i was not impressed enough to go through it all again, additionally i'm concerned by the accuracy of the information included in the threat. So as a safety precaution for both my girls and my cornhole, which would get pounded if i get arrested again, i'm regretfully stuck with a high level of secrecy.
Second things second, I'm still crushing big time for the girl i've liked for a few years. Though this has been off and on, with others occassionally taking my main focus, I have mantained a level of loyalty to her which in all realistic terms is just pathetic. Something about her just gets to me, with every conture of her face invoking feelings of both longing and of contentness. As odd as the concept seems to you, i'm sure that given just one glance at her through my eyes would confuse and confound even the greatest "playa's" of all.
lastly i'm hopeing to regroup with most of the tech based girls pretty soon. though i'm not sure the exact details, and frankly i wouldn't post them anyways, if you think you have some claim to knowing where and when then send a message to my mail or on aim.
peace and luv, the reverend Tim. Otto
The Fear of every general and the nightmare of every captain is that one day an issued order will not be followed. This loss of power is the keystone in the equation that governs an army. Once a commander has lost command he is merely a man who once had the joy of power.
Worse than this harsh relinquishing of power is a thought that rarely ever enters the mind of the well trained commander. Why this thought scarcely penetrates the mind of a soverign is because it quickly and reliably leads to paranoia, the thought of a cou. Luckily the exchange of power from commander to commanded is one which is only frightening to a bad commander, or a commander who has lost touch with his subjects. That in my case, is simply not the case. As i respect and command each of my legionaires as though they were my own brotheren, i expect no less than simple compliance with the order given.
However in the eyes of one of my greatest allies, a star pupil whom I taught a massive libary of knowledge, and perhaps my greatest friend, i may have crossed that line. Though my actions were takin out of respect and protection of the legion itself it seems as though this solider, nay this great leutinent, has takin my actions to fault against him. And even now i see the ramifications of my actions.
As i cathc the glares of many men whom used to don the indentity of legionare, i now notice a glint of disdain, bordering on loathing in their gaze. I fear that this leutinent, whom i have bestowed upon the very secrets of the legion itself, has raised a faction of militant followers. While this would generally be of little concern to me, the defecting of a single solider and a select group of his loyal followers, His knowledge of both the tactics of and the legion itself chill me to my core. Never before have two such guerilla forces squared off. The outcome I'm sad to say dosn't look favorable, the tactics my legionaires have been trained in are primarily useful when logistically we are the smaller repressed force, not the overbearing facsist state which created the resistance.
My only hope is that he will understand and come to terms with the fact that my actions were for the good of more than just myself, call off his dogs of war, and with any luck rejoin our cause of procrating anarchy throughout the nation.
Since now is such a critical time for the ranks of the legion, i will be doing my best to secure my higer-ups and am reinstituing operation wildfire to boost enlistment and moral.
MAIL has been sent to leaders of squads charlie through foxtrot in accrodance with new mission parameters. The Password Portal is being revised to increase security so the old url won't work anymore.
Sincerely, Zypher T. Leetest, your leader, your friend, your guardian.
PS. Squad ALpha has recieved spefic instructions in relation to how we are dealing with this internal threat, check your boxes.
This is just your basic video blog, a compilation of moments not made by me, but loved by me. Why? cause they showcase how men should be, how reluctantly we should accept the fate we have, and how resiliantly we should fight back!
Reminds Me of School Lunch:
Alcohol Can Burn:
Leading 30,00 Free Greeks!:
Couldn't Make a List about Men Wihtout at Least a Lil Fight Club:
Lobbies are for People Who Wait For Life, Dosn't Suit Neo Very Well:
Saints March in and do God's Work:
More Might follow but for now i think your get the picture, for as it has been said "Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats." - H. L. Mencken
Still Peace and love to all those who matter: Zypher T. Leetest