Osama Dead. Damn

Well, he's down, folks. That's right tthe big bad boogeyman of the middle east is a dead as a doornail and not coming back. Wow, did that take a while. I can still remember sitting in school, then being ushered out, being herded onto buses by somewhat frantic teachers. I hadnt had the foggiesy what it was about. Then i saw the television, when i'd got home. i wasnt scared. I wasnt angry. Just straight out confused. I mean, why would someone do that. Tell people to crash planes and kill themselves. It didnt make any sense to me. At all. And i was angry, once i was old enough to understand... but still, that was only out of same vauge sense of "WTF was that for?"
And now... Well quite frankly, him being dead might be a trememnedous mixed bag. Because on the one hand, we have this newfound sense of "&*%$ YEAH, WE GOT YOU MUDDA FUGGA" and doubtless, this will have an effect on our economy. Not to mention the overall morale of our contry has probably received a great boost, and the fact that obama got him... as someone who'se been raised in a disillusioned-republican-turned-democrat's household, that's icing on this funeral cake.
But the thing is.. it feels wierd. Celebrating the fact that we killed a guy. I mean really.. isnt someone mourning? ... nevermind the mourners will make themselves known. probably violently. And the thing is, osama would never view himself as evil. No man ever does.... of course he showed no remorse about these deaths. not that i've heard of... hope he cried himself to sleep at night. if  he didnt. maybe he deserved what he got. I dunno. I mean you might say he had a family... but even they disowned the guy.
He was, in his actions, a truly horrible person, and he wronged many many people. But you still cant really find in yourself to call it worthy of all the celebration it's receiving. It does seem truly quite disproportionate, the amount of celebration he's getting.. but it is symbolic, and people respond well to symbolism. Maybe it does symbolize the end of an era for terrorism.. we have to hope that is so, cause otherwise, things might be getting kind of messy rather soon. Dont undersestimate bigots with guns, and a grudge. and excess C4. they're not going to be sitting on their laurels. But they're going to have to work damn hard to top 9-11. And american morale. He's been a bogeyman for so long that a lot a people may of forgotten he was human..... well we shall see how this goes, no? anyways, i'm sick as a zombie, so bug off. =n=;; *dies*

Poems. Take em or leave em.

Haiku
FD:
A blazing heart
burning so quietly
this can change everything.
SD:
Blazing are the hearts
burning so quietly
these change everything.

Limerick:
FD:
Have you heard of the fiend king?
He once gave a maiden a ring.
then in the night,
he came like a blight
and now she is queen to his king!
SD:-edit to the last line-: Now shall the fiend queen sing!
Free Verse:

FD:
Kinda confusing, this whole "life" shtick.
Running around like doctors from Daleks....
Brians on a caffine over-drive
While we look for the question to 42
all these folks go stormtrooping around....
Hakuna Matata Dudes.
Take a chill, settle down, at the cantina.
I mean frak, grab a butterbeer.
You can haz cheezeburger.

SD:
Kinda confusing, this whole "life" shtick.
Running around like doctors from Daleks....
Brians on a caffine over-drive
While we look for the question to 42
all these folks go stormtrooping around....
Hakuna Matata Dudes.
Take a chill, settle down, at the cantina.
I mean frak, grab a butterbeer.
You can haz cheezeburger.
Life's not just a big ol cannonball run
it's about the lulz, too, you gotta "hahahaha!"
or muahahahaha! if you so prefer.
Find your nakama. find your fortress of solitude
Let the good vibes roll dood.


Petrarchan Sonnet:
FD
When did all go black?
Did threads of hope fray
Did fear and worry murk our way.
When did the mirror crack?

All the paths seem black
the walls broke and demons bray
and with the devil our leaders lay
and friends stab our back.

But no, the stars yet shine.
There is yet a light
in a world sick with blight.
But not in the aerial brine.
No, it comes from the heart.
from those whose hearts shall never part.

SD
When were dreams  turned withered and black?
When was our hope cast in the fire to burn?
When did storm of misery begin to churn?
When in the mirror, did our resolve crack?

For all the paths seem to murk and crack
While the cogs of the devil still turn,
And the deadly fiends spit on courage’s urn
And all our heroes lay with knives in back.

But no, there is one star that yet shines.
One that forever, will burn and fight,
That in the hearts of man shall make light.
And lead all those through darkest times
It is the ties between the hear, yours, mine.
For ours are those whose hearts never shall part.

Acrostic:

FD

So what the hell is up with this thing called love?
Our hearts all looped up and smacked about
Untill we wonder what it's for.
Love, I mean.
Maybe we'd be lessed stressed with out it
All things considered though....
There's a good reason for it.
Earth'd be a lot less beautifull for it.
Simple and True.

SD:
So what the hell is thing thing called love?
Our hearts all blugeoned and beaten.
Until we wonder what it's for
Love, I mean.
Maybe be less stressed without it.
All things considered....
There's a reason.
Earth'd be hell without it.
Simple Truth

An Intentional Detour.

It seemed like a normal friday. Mostly. Spring was coming, snow was melting. Not out of the ordinary. The There were more cars in the parking lot of the sheraton than normal. That was a bit out of the ordinary. Then the man in a full suit of plate metal armor walked out of the dairy queen, just as he passed it.. That was just plain WEIRD. Of course, weird, in this case, was EXTREMELY relative. because, at the moment, the Edina Sheraton had pretty much become a weird-ness singularity. It was Anime Detour. Not the biggest con, sure, but one of the craziest, attracting people from all across the midwest. Including him, a small, slightly plump, zombie, dressed in a gray hoodie and sweatpants, ductaped around the wrists and ankles. A Hunter, from left 4 dead. Also known as Carl. As he lumbered into the door, a stromtrooper asked for his card, waving him through after munching on poptart. He entered into the air, thick with the smell of people... and found insanity. Glorious insanity... characters from everything, anime, movies, books, everything, packed into one space. Pretty dammned. Cool. Only one problem.

The copy room

Sometimes you find little nuggets of gold, when you're not even looking for them. Take for instance, the "new" copy room! a huge, concrete  room, with whitewashed walls, and a friendly "welcome!" sign, on the front door. Inside, it was like a office supplier's wet dreams. Stacks and stacks of paper, just waiting within their packages for someone to come along and take them to their new homes in printers all across the school, and the sound of whirring machinery ricocheted merrily off the cold walls. Unfortunately for us, we were shooed from this little wonderland by a somewhat grumpy female troll. =n=

Music YO.

Nobody But Me- The Human Beinz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtJoGdujYo&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1
Sticks and Stones - Jonsi.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXV2fCimTsE&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1

Days- Flow. Piano House Remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Qg412kLafs&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1

Just rock it out.

http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/video/The-Wombats--Lets-Dance-to-Joy-Division-2009.aspx
Lets's  dance to joy division by the wombats.


Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy.


Association #1: I've found many times in my life where frankly... the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket. Where life seems to be just one bigass pain, and is frankly, too much of a bother to really deal with. You know the times. The ones where your limbs feel like lead porkchops stuck to your arms. I know that I, for one, have dealt with this sort of thing far FAR too many times. Indeed to the point where you want to throw in the towel. This song, for me reminds me that Oh, yeah, there's a metric TON of other people out there who feel the same way, and you know what? That's the way the world is. So i might as well buckle down and try to enjoy it right? My uncle was the one that played it for me. He's always been somewhat of a role-model for me, sometimes even more so than my own father...but he told me that "Life is gonna kick you in the face a lot more than you'd like. Might as well grin while it's happening." It's a good philosiphy, i've found. Especially for when times seem to royally suck.


Association #2: Two despite my sometimes hatefull dislike of my dasd, this song reminds me of some of the funner road trips i've had with him, as this was the mix-tape we would play on the way to so many places. I can still remember rocking out on an old desolate montana road.... it was like peice of rock Nirvana, come to heaven and rested in our car.

Character Post #3.

Emmet's hands shook as he pulled the oddly shiny thing from his pack. What was it? A fighter? A jetplane? Spaceship? "This is something very important to me because you know, I used to play with it all the time" Said Emmet, Holding up the thing, as his hands began to fiddle with it, flipping a peice here, twisting there. "it's A megazord" He said, taking a minute. A couple of deft movements later, he held what one could easily recognize as one of the popular giant robots that populated the children's show. "I got from my parents. Mostly by begging" he said. "I begged and begged and begged untill they got it for me." His hands were back at it, as he focused on the small model robot, flipping it from one shape to another, untill yet another form appeared from it's depths. "I feel like it's kind of a shame I didnt play with it for so long." He said.