Ah, hi hello how are ya. I tried to come back from my September break, but that fell through, so this should be that come back. I don’t know if I’ll start the podcast back up, but maybe in a couple of weeks.
There will be one notable exception though. Poetry Wed-nes-day will not return as a weekly post. I’m just not producing that content which makes this whole ordeal more daunting than it should be. Not an excuse, just a small reason.
Write at you all later
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Song of the Week
Song of the Week
I Gotta Feeling
By
Black Eyed Peas
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On a side note, check out the BB Live Show on iTunes and a live show this Thursday. The Best Worst Show on the interwebs
I Gotta Feeling
By
Black Eyed Peas
As Always, you can find my posts at
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
On a side note, check out the BB Live Show on iTunes and a live show this Thursday. The Best Worst Show on the interwebs
Friday, September 11, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Muted Videoside with David 61
Alright folks. Some mixed news for this Evening on the Fireside. While I could get the VVA video of Supernova up, youtube muted the audio because of copyright concerns. So until I can find a solution, you can view the video here http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart#play/all/uploads-all/0/tpUHZuV5WM0
And back it with the audio from here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-83VlAqXf0
If nothing else, watch Mr. Hudson and Kanye West absolutely destroy. Awesome song, great videom from those guys. So go now, but not before checking out these sites. \/ (hint, a new site may be joining them soon.
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Alright folks. Some mixed news for this Evening on the Fireside. While I could get the VVA video of Supernova up, youtube muted the audio because of copyright concerns. So until I can find a solution, you can view the video here http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart#play/all/uploads-all/0/tpUHZuV5WM0
And back it with the audio from here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-83VlAqXf0
If nothing else, watch Mr. Hudson and Kanye West absolutely destroy. Awesome song, great videom from those guys. So go now, but not before checking out these sites. \/ (hint, a new site may be joining them soon.
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/friends/?id=1707799817#/profile.php?id=1840165438
Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Poetry Wed-nes-day
The Sons of Anarchy is the Shi’ite
And I know I’m right
Woot, season two premiere
VVA 4 coming your way
The Sons of Anarchy is the Shi’ite
And I know I’m right
Woot, season two premiere
VVA 4 coming your way
Friday, September 4, 2009
Song of the Week
So a couple weeks ago was a good week to get free stuff from itunes. Not only did we get Mr. Hudson’s Supernova (likely the next video performance by me), but we also got this week’s Song.
Melody
By
Kate Earl
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Melody
By
Kate Earl
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.. ..
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Performer of the Month
Performer of the Month – August
Sports Entertainment – John Morrison. A really exciting athlete to watch; makes his opponents look goo
Gaming – Civilizations – From the iTunes store, a breath of fresh air from civ 3 (which was better than civ 4).
TV – Gordon Ramsay. I started watching his The F Word on BBCA and Hell’s Kitchen is back on Fox
Winner – John Morrison. Just a fun persona, and again, such a talented athlete that is very exciting to watch.
As Always, you can find my posts at
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Sports Entertainment – John Morrison. A really exciting athlete to watch; makes his opponents look goo
Gaming – Civilizations – From the iTunes store, a breath of fresh air from civ 3 (which was better than civ 4).
TV – Gordon Ramsay. I started watching his The F Word on BBCA and Hell’s Kitchen is back on Fox
Winner – John Morrison. Just a fun persona, and again, such a talented athlete that is very exciting to watch.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/friends/?id=1707799817#/profile.php?id=1840165438
Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 60
Hello folks. I had planned to drop the August DJ Show episode Monday for An Evening on the Fireside, but Youtube is pulling some major chebs (chebs are described on the episode) and only taking one of the three videos. Fear not, I’ll try to get it up by next Monday.
I have found something else for this week’s Evening. 67 terabytes for less than 8 grand.
You can read the whole article here http://blog.backblaze.com/2009/09/01/petabytes-on-a-budget-how-to-build-cheap-cloud-storage/ from backblaze
Backblaze offers storage for only $5 a month. Here are some excerpts from the article, oh and instructions on how you can make your own.
“
At Backblaze, we provide unlimited storage to our customers for only $5 per month, so we had to figure out how to store hundreds of petabytes of customer data in a reliable, scalable way—and keep our costs low. After looking at several overpriced commercial solutions, we decided to build our own custom Backblaze Storage Pods: 67 terabyte 4U servers for $7,867.
No One Sells Cheap Storage, so We Designed It
Before realizing that we had to solve this storage problem ourselves, we considered Amazon S3, Dell or Sun Servers, NetApp Filers, EMC SAN, etc. As we investigated these traditional off-the-shelf solutions, we became increasingly disillusioned by the expense. When you strip away the marketing terms and fancy logos from any storage solution, data ends up on a hard drive. But when we priced various off-the-shelf solutions, the cost was 10 times as much (or more) than the raw hard drives. Here’s a comparison chart of the price for one petabyte from various venders:
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/cost-of-a-petabyte-chart.jpg
The result is a 4U rack-mounted Linux-based server that contains 67 terabytes at a material cost of $7,867, the bulk of which goes to purchase the drives themselves. This translates to just three-tenths of one penny per gigabyte per month over the course of three years. Even including the surrounding costs—such as electricity, bandwidth, space rental, and IT administrators’ salaries—Backblaze spends one-tenth of the price in comparison to using Amazon S3, Dell Servers, NetApp Filers, or an EMC SAN.
What Makes a Backblaze Storage Pod
A Backblaze Storage Pod is a self-contained unit that puts storage online. It’s made up of a custom metal case with commodity hardware inside. Specifically, one pod contains one Intel Motherboard with four SATA cards plugged into it. The nine SATA cables run from the cards to nine port multiplier backplanes that each have five hard drives plugged directly into them (45 hard drives in total).
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/backblaze-storage-pod-main-components.jpg
Above is an exploded diagram, and you can see a detailed parts list in Appendix A at the bottom of this post. The two most important factors to note are that the cost of the hard drives dominates the price of the overall pod and that the rest of the system is made entirely of commodity parts.
A Backblaze Storage Pod Runs Free Software
A Backblaze Storage Pod isn’t a complete building block until it boots and is on the network. The pods boot 64-bit Debian 4 Linux and the JFS file system, and they are self-contained appliances, where all access to and from the pods is through HTTPS. Below is a layer cake diagram.
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/backblaze-storage-pod-software-layer-cake-diagram.jpg
Appendix A: Detailed Backblaze Storage Pod Parts List
Item
Qty
Price
Total
1.5 TB SATA Data Drive
Seagate ST31500341AS 1.5TB Barracuda 7200.11 SATA 3Gb/s 3.5″
45
$120.00
$5,400
4U Enclosure
Custom Designed 4U Red Backblaze Storage Pod Enclosure
1
$748.00
$748
760 Watt Power Supply
Zippy PSM-5760 760 Watt Power Supply with Custom Wiring (see below)
2
$270.00
$540
Port Muliplier Backplanes
Chyang Fun Industry (CFI Group) CFI-B53PM 5 Port Backplane (SiI3726)
9
$42.00
$378
3.3 GHz Intel Core 2 CPU
Intel E8600 Wolfdale 3.33 GHz LGA 775 65W Dual-Core Processor
1
$280.00
$280
2 Port PCIe SATA II Card
Syba SD-SA2PEX-2IR PCI Express SATA II Controller Card (SiI3132)
3
$35.00
$105
4 Port PCI SATA II Card
Addonics ADSA4R5 4-Port SATA II PCI Controller (SiI3124)
1
$70.00
$70
Motherboard
Intel BOXDG43NB LGA 775 G43 ATX Motherboard
1
$85.00
$85
Case Fan
Mechatronics G1238M12B1-FSR 120 x 38 mm 2,800 RPM 12V Fan
6
$13.60
$82
4GB DDR2 800 RAM
Kingston KVR800D2N6K2/4G 2×2GB 240-Pin SDRAM DDR2 800 (PC2 6400)
1
$50.00
$50
80 GB PATA Boot Drive
Western Digital Caviar WD800BB 80GB 7200 RPM IDE Ultra ATA100 3.5″
1
$38.00
$38
On/Off Switch
FrozenCPU ele-302 Bulgin Vandal Momentary LED Power Switch 12″ 2-pin
1
$30.00
$30
SATA II Cable
SATA II Cable, 90 Degrees/straight with Locking Connectors
9
$2.00
$18
Nylon Backplane Standoffs
Fastener SuperStore 1/4″ Round Nylon Standoffs Female/Female 4-40 x 3/4″
72
$0.17
$12
HD Anti-Vibration Sleeves
Aero Rubber Co. 3.5 x .500 inch EPDM (0.03″ Wall)
45
$0.23
$10
Power Supply Vibration Dampener
Vantec VDK-PSU Power Supply Vibration Dampener
2
$4.50
$9
Fan Mount (front)
Acousti Ultra Soft Anti-Vibration Fan Mount AFM02
12
$0.40
$5
Fan Mount (middle)
Acousti Ultra Soft Anti-Vibration Fan Mount AFM03
12
$0.40
$5
Nylon Screws
Small Parts MPN-0440-06P-C Nylon Pan Head Phillips Screw 4-40 x 3/8″
72
$0.02
$1
Foam Rubber Pad
House of Foam 16″ x 17″ x 1/8″ Foam Rubber Pad
1
$1.00
$1
TOTAL
$7,86
“
Well folks, I hope you all found that as interesting as I did. Have a good day
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
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DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Hello folks. I had planned to drop the August DJ Show episode Monday for An Evening on the Fireside, but Youtube is pulling some major chebs (chebs are described on the episode) and only taking one of the three videos. Fear not, I’ll try to get it up by next Monday.
I have found something else for this week’s Evening. 67 terabytes for less than 8 grand.
You can read the whole article here http://blog.backblaze.com/2009/09/01/petabytes-on-a-budget-how-to-build-cheap-cloud-storage/ from backblaze
Backblaze offers storage for only $5 a month. Here are some excerpts from the article, oh and instructions on how you can make your own.
“
At Backblaze, we provide unlimited storage to our customers for only $5 per month, so we had to figure out how to store hundreds of petabytes of customer data in a reliable, scalable way—and keep our costs low. After looking at several overpriced commercial solutions, we decided to build our own custom Backblaze Storage Pods: 67 terabyte 4U servers for $7,867.
No One Sells Cheap Storage, so We Designed It
Before realizing that we had to solve this storage problem ourselves, we considered Amazon S3, Dell or Sun Servers, NetApp Filers, EMC SAN, etc. As we investigated these traditional off-the-shelf solutions, we became increasingly disillusioned by the expense. When you strip away the marketing terms and fancy logos from any storage solution, data ends up on a hard drive. But when we priced various off-the-shelf solutions, the cost was 10 times as much (or more) than the raw hard drives. Here’s a comparison chart of the price for one petabyte from various venders:
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/cost-of-a-petabyte-chart.jpg
The result is a 4U rack-mounted Linux-based server that contains 67 terabytes at a material cost of $7,867, the bulk of which goes to purchase the drives themselves. This translates to just three-tenths of one penny per gigabyte per month over the course of three years. Even including the surrounding costs—such as electricity, bandwidth, space rental, and IT administrators’ salaries—Backblaze spends one-tenth of the price in comparison to using Amazon S3, Dell Servers, NetApp Filers, or an EMC SAN.
What Makes a Backblaze Storage Pod
A Backblaze Storage Pod is a self-contained unit that puts storage online. It’s made up of a custom metal case with commodity hardware inside. Specifically, one pod contains one Intel Motherboard with four SATA cards plugged into it. The nine SATA cables run from the cards to nine port multiplier backplanes that each have five hard drives plugged directly into them (45 hard drives in total).
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/backblaze-storage-pod-main-components.jpg
Above is an exploded diagram, and you can see a detailed parts list in Appendix A at the bottom of this post. The two most important factors to note are that the cost of the hard drives dominates the price of the overall pod and that the rest of the system is made entirely of commodity parts.
A Backblaze Storage Pod Runs Free Software
A Backblaze Storage Pod isn’t a complete building block until it boots and is on the network. The pods boot 64-bit Debian 4 Linux and the JFS file system, and they are self-contained appliances, where all access to and from the pods is through HTTPS. Below is a layer cake diagram.
http://blog.backblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/backblaze-storage-pod-software-layer-cake-diagram.jpg
Appendix A: Detailed Backblaze Storage Pod Parts List
Item
Qty
Price
Total
1.5 TB SATA Data Drive
Seagate ST31500341AS 1.5TB Barracuda 7200.11 SATA 3Gb/s 3.5″
45
$120.00
$5,400
4U Enclosure
Custom Designed 4U Red Backblaze Storage Pod Enclosure
1
$748.00
$748
760 Watt Power Supply
Zippy PSM-5760 760 Watt Power Supply with Custom Wiring (see below)
2
$270.00
$540
Port Muliplier Backplanes
Chyang Fun Industry (CFI Group) CFI-B53PM 5 Port Backplane (SiI3726)
9
$42.00
$378
3.3 GHz Intel Core 2 CPU
Intel E8600 Wolfdale 3.33 GHz LGA 775 65W Dual-Core Processor
1
$280.00
$280
2 Port PCIe SATA II Card
Syba SD-SA2PEX-2IR PCI Express SATA II Controller Card (SiI3132)
3
$35.00
$105
4 Port PCI SATA II Card
Addonics ADSA4R5 4-Port SATA II PCI Controller (SiI3124)
1
$70.00
$70
Motherboard
Intel BOXDG43NB LGA 775 G43 ATX Motherboard
1
$85.00
$85
Case Fan
Mechatronics G1238M12B1-FSR 120 x 38 mm 2,800 RPM 12V Fan
6
$13.60
$82
4GB DDR2 800 RAM
Kingston KVR800D2N6K2/4G 2×2GB 240-Pin SDRAM DDR2 800 (PC2 6400)
1
$50.00
$50
80 GB PATA Boot Drive
Western Digital Caviar WD800BB 80GB 7200 RPM IDE Ultra ATA100 3.5″
1
$38.00
$38
On/Off Switch
FrozenCPU ele-302 Bulgin Vandal Momentary LED Power Switch 12″ 2-pin
1
$30.00
$30
SATA II Cable
SATA II Cable, 90 Degrees/straight with Locking Connectors
9
$2.00
$18
Nylon Backplane Standoffs
Fastener SuperStore 1/4″ Round Nylon Standoffs Female/Female 4-40 x 3/4″
72
$0.17
$12
HD Anti-Vibration Sleeves
Aero Rubber Co. 3.5 x .500 inch EPDM (0.03″ Wall)
45
$0.23
$10
Power Supply Vibration Dampener
Vantec VDK-PSU Power Supply Vibration Dampener
2
$4.50
$9
Fan Mount (front)
Acousti Ultra Soft Anti-Vibration Fan Mount AFM02
12
$0.40
$5
Fan Mount (middle)
Acousti Ultra Soft Anti-Vibration Fan Mount AFM03
12
$0.40
$5
Nylon Screws
Small Parts MPN-0440-06P-C Nylon Pan Head Phillips Screw 4-40 x 3/8″
72
$0.02
$1
Foam Rubber Pad
House of Foam 16″ x 17″ x 1/8″ Foam Rubber Pad
1
$1.00
$1
TOTAL
$7,86
“
Well folks, I hope you all found that as interesting as I did. Have a good day
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
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DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Saturday, August 29, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Airplane on the Fireside with David 59
Alright folks, a little memorial for this week’s Evening. This is my new calendar for September, in memory of 9-11
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/Calendars/Sept16001200.jpg
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Alright folks, a little memorial for this week’s Evening. This is my new calendar for September, in memory of 9-11
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/Calendars/Sept16001200.jpg
As Always, you can find my posts at
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/friends/?id=1707799817#/profile.php?id=1840165438
Myspace http://www.myspace.com/daviddysart
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Hello, folks, do I have a treat for you. Poetry Wed-nes-day, for one day only, is now Poetry Thurs-nes-day! And as an homage to my human sexuality class, I’m bringing back my poem, Wrappers on the floor
Ghazal
Wrappers on the Floor
Eyes scan about the room.
Wrappers on the floor
Ancient soldiers and beams of light.
Wrappers on the floor
The upcoming battle they shall fight.
Wrappers on the floor
But which desire shall they consume?
Wrappers on the floor
Battle raging for an eon
Wrappers on the floor
No democratic election
Wrappers on the floor
Candy gives way to protection
Wrappers on the floor
What does your child spend 89¢ on?
Wrappers on the floor
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.. ..
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Ghazal
Wrappers on the Floor
Eyes scan about the room.
Wrappers on the floor
Ancient soldiers and beams of light.
Wrappers on the floor
The upcoming battle they shall fight.
Wrappers on the floor
But which desire shall they consume?
Wrappers on the floor
Battle raging for an eon
Wrappers on the floor
No democratic election
Wrappers on the floor
Candy gives way to protection
Wrappers on the floor
What does your child spend 89¢ on?
Wrappers on the floor
As Always, you can find my posts at
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TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
Twitter http://twitter.com/daviddysart
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
.. ..
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Monday, August 24, 2009
Song of the Week
Barumparumparump
It’s another SONG OF THE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Supernove (Feat Kanye West)
BY
Mr. Hudson
Now, I’m not much for the crazy scene these kids are into, but this song just flat out kicks ass.
It’s another SONG OF THE WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Supernove (Feat Kanye West)
BY
Mr. Hudson
Now, I’m not much for the crazy scene these kids are into, but this song just flat out kicks ass.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Song of the Week
And time for another Song of the Week. I may or may not get another revamped VVA up for this. Depends if I get my stuff done and have a window to do it
Unskinny Bebop
By
Poison
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Unskinny Bebop
By
Poison
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Monday, August 17, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
A Thrill of the Fight on the Fireside with David 58
Time for another Monday edition of Evening on the Fireside with David. I have a very special post for you folks this week. I just posted my video for last week’s Song of the Week
Music by Survivor (Eye of the Tiger)
Pimpness and Performances by Me (David Dysart)
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Time for another Monday edition of Evening on the Fireside with David. I have a very special post for you folks this week. I just posted my video for last week’s Song of the Week
Music by Survivor (Eye of the Tiger)
Pimpness and Performances by Me (David Dysart)
Youtube video post -> http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart#play/all/uploads-all/0/YvwMbaYpEO8
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Song of the Week
And we have yet another Song of the Week in its new day and time
Eye of the Tiger
By
Survivor
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Eye of the Tiger
By
Survivor
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Phallic Phantasies and Murderous Mayhem
A Socratin Phallacy of Plato
To Live Long and Prosper
The Beast that resides.
It hides
Clawing for freedom
For Sodom
Parts more than sum
Drunken taste
In its haste
It tries to lay waste
To irrational desires it can be traced
But the lion.
Up for auction.
To control, a weapon.
It’s a spirited element.
A tool so blunt.
A leader is needed.
Something unconceited.
But above the grunt.
Human reason
Strong throughout the season
Something to not be boughten.
A thing somewhat Vulcan
A Socratin Phallacy of Plato
To Live Long and Prosper
The Beast that resides.
It hides
Clawing for freedom
For Sodom
Parts more than sum
Drunken taste
In its haste
It tries to lay waste
To irrational desires it can be traced
But the lion.
Up for auction.
To control, a weapon.
It’s a spirited element.
A tool so blunt.
A leader is needed.
Something unconceited.
But above the grunt.
Human reason
Strong throughout the season
Something to not be boughten.
A thing somewhat Vulcan
Monday, August 10, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
A Nocturnal on the Fireside with David 57
A while back I think I posted Nocturnal Gambit: The First Faction, but I’m not sure, so here it is on Sigler’s site http://www.scottsigler.com/node/2970
This is a fanfiction derived from Scott Sigler, New York Times Best Selling Author. So here’s part two!
Nocturnal Gambit: The Second Faction
The manager led First Born through the yard. When he came to ruined remains of the door, he ran his finger along the connected shrapnel until it slice into his finger.
Men in Kevlar and P90’s followed the cow beasts through the hallway with shock-sticks as the creatures limped back to their holding cell.
The suit wiped his finger on the handkerchief in his breast pocket, the crimson accenting the burgundy paisley before he clicked his nose back into position. First Born followed behind the man, trailed by the two lap dogs of war as the sirens returned into the wall
“You have approximately 1.87 seconds to start talking,” First Born growled, the sounds of Desert Eagle slides loading two bullets behind him.
The manager laughed, looking to sliding doors as he said, “My name is Isaac Leugar.”
“If that’s what I wanted to know, I would have pulled your spine out and played the xylophone while your boys recited name, rank, and serial number.” First Born said as they passed the broken wall tunneling to the destroyed lab. “That, or I could have grabbed your dog tags.”
Leugar turned around, arms showing the hallway. “We are obviously not government,” a commercial smile showing after-market pearls.
“And I know a suit when I see one. You are not a suit.” First Born’s nail cutting a path to Roger’s Armani.
Leugar turned to pick up stride as he said, “Oorah.”
First Born let a tooth show through a smirk as he continued.
Leugar sighed before continuing, “Earth is gaining far too much alien attention.”
“Is it now?” First Born asked.
“Even being cramped up in a wrecked boat under San Francisco, surely you know about Detroit.”
“Yes, even in my cave, I know a nuke leveled Detroit,” First Born said. “But your own knowledge surprises me.”
Leugar held his hands behind his back as the hall’s dead end slid open. Heading into the darkness, he started, “I know a little about a lot. It’s just that little bit that nobody else knows.”
“So what is it about this impending disaster that you know of? I imagine it isn’t human.”
“You struggle to pass as human, these things are aliens,” Leugar said as they began their descent.
“So whatever you fucks nuked in Detroit, I have to deal with now?”
“No, not quite. I was simply setting the precedent. Several thousand years ago, another group of aliens, the last of their race, escaped to our planet.”
“So what has changed?” First Born questioned, still following in the dark.
“The race they escaped from has sent scouts into our solar system. They are currently scouring the Earth, and it is only a matter of time before they locate our nearly extinct visitors.”
First Born gained a step and said, “This seems like quite the task for these visitors. Why are they going through so much trouble to exterminate a race too cowardly and too few to pose a threat.
The darkness couldn’t cover Leugar’s smile as he said, “I think you can relate to the scavengers in this respect.”
“Is that so?”
“They are hunting the hiding aliens, because sentients are somewhat of a delicacy, and these are the very last of this food,” Leugar said before stopping.
First Born lurched to a stop, closer than his reactions required. “So these guy are pirates, sending food back?”
The darkness opened into fluorescence and white scrubs as Leugar offered with a quarter-turn, “I suppose.”
As they started into the room and past the scientists and their gizmos, First Born said, “So why are you coming to me? The government should have a better chance at fighting these things off.”
“And here is the next problem. All of the major governments are sanctioning the search.”
First Born sped to Leugar’s side and said, “But you think we will be next on these thing’s all you can eat buffet.”
Leugar looked up to him and said, “That is the only logical conclusion.”
First Born nodded and finished, “But if these parasites simply go missing, then our little sphere is safer for a little while longer.” A moment of silence passed as they neared the end of the room before he said, “So how many of these pirates are here?”
The door opened as Leugar said, “From the best I could tell, four or five.” He moved aside, his arm offering the way as he finished, “Now let’s meet our wetwork team.
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A while back I think I posted Nocturnal Gambit: The First Faction, but I’m not sure, so here it is on Sigler’s site http://www.scottsigler.com/node/2970
This is a fanfiction derived from Scott Sigler, New York Times Best Selling Author. So here’s part two!
Nocturnal Gambit: The Second Faction
The manager led First Born through the yard. When he came to ruined remains of the door, he ran his finger along the connected shrapnel until it slice into his finger.
Men in Kevlar and P90’s followed the cow beasts through the hallway with shock-sticks as the creatures limped back to their holding cell.
The suit wiped his finger on the handkerchief in his breast pocket, the crimson accenting the burgundy paisley before he clicked his nose back into position. First Born followed behind the man, trailed by the two lap dogs of war as the sirens returned into the wall
“You have approximately 1.87 seconds to start talking,” First Born growled, the sounds of Desert Eagle slides loading two bullets behind him.
The manager laughed, looking to sliding doors as he said, “My name is Isaac Leugar.”
“If that’s what I wanted to know, I would have pulled your spine out and played the xylophone while your boys recited name, rank, and serial number.” First Born said as they passed the broken wall tunneling to the destroyed lab. “That, or I could have grabbed your dog tags.”
Leugar turned around, arms showing the hallway. “We are obviously not government,” a commercial smile showing after-market pearls.
“And I know a suit when I see one. You are not a suit.” First Born’s nail cutting a path to Roger’s Armani.
Leugar turned to pick up stride as he said, “Oorah.”
First Born let a tooth show through a smirk as he continued.
Leugar sighed before continuing, “Earth is gaining far too much alien attention.”
“Is it now?” First Born asked.
“Even being cramped up in a wrecked boat under San Francisco, surely you know about Detroit.”
“Yes, even in my cave, I know a nuke leveled Detroit,” First Born said. “But your own knowledge surprises me.”
Leugar held his hands behind his back as the hall’s dead end slid open. Heading into the darkness, he started, “I know a little about a lot. It’s just that little bit that nobody else knows.”
“So what is it about this impending disaster that you know of? I imagine it isn’t human.”
“You struggle to pass as human, these things are aliens,” Leugar said as they began their descent.
“So whatever you fucks nuked in Detroit, I have to deal with now?”
“No, not quite. I was simply setting the precedent. Several thousand years ago, another group of aliens, the last of their race, escaped to our planet.”
“So what has changed?” First Born questioned, still following in the dark.
“The race they escaped from has sent scouts into our solar system. They are currently scouring the Earth, and it is only a matter of time before they locate our nearly extinct visitors.”
First Born gained a step and said, “This seems like quite the task for these visitors. Why are they going through so much trouble to exterminate a race too cowardly and too few to pose a threat.
The darkness couldn’t cover Leugar’s smile as he said, “I think you can relate to the scavengers in this respect.”
“Is that so?”
“They are hunting the hiding aliens, because sentients are somewhat of a delicacy, and these are the very last of this food,” Leugar said before stopping.
First Born lurched to a stop, closer than his reactions required. “So these guy are pirates, sending food back?”
The darkness opened into fluorescence and white scrubs as Leugar offered with a quarter-turn, “I suppose.”
As they started into the room and past the scientists and their gizmos, First Born said, “So why are you coming to me? The government should have a better chance at fighting these things off.”
“And here is the next problem. All of the major governments are sanctioning the search.”
First Born sped to Leugar’s side and said, “But you think we will be next on these thing’s all you can eat buffet.”
Leugar looked up to him and said, “That is the only logical conclusion.”
First Born nodded and finished, “But if these parasites simply go missing, then our little sphere is safer for a little while longer.” A moment of silence passed as they neared the end of the room before he said, “So how many of these pirates are here?”
The door opened as Leugar said, “From the best I could tell, four or five.” He moved aside, his arm offering the way as he finished, “Now let’s meet our wetwork team.
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Friday, August 7, 2009
Song of the Week
So a couple of months ago, Tim Buckley of the webcomic Ctrl-Alt-Del, ran a contest for a game called Champions Online where participants entered a fictional character for a chance to win a beta of the game. One of these winners entered a song about his character Shepherd Kane. I’m a big fan of the song, so this Week’s Song is…
Shepherd Kane
By
Liam Kapel
Link ~> http://www.cad-comic.com/images/news/ShepherdKane.mp3
Shepherd Kane
By
Liam Kapel
Link ~> http://www.cad-comic.com/images/news/ShepherdKane.mp3
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Brand spankin new poem hot from the ink
Something for Everything
I sit on the moving road
My hand drawing in the sand
Watching my home and abode
An ocean of barren land
A flask in my pocket
An oasis in a jar
A drop in an empty bucket
And my hope near and far
It’s my gem for the future
My sword in the struggle
A lifeline on my tour
To find a love so huggable
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Something for Everything
I sit on the moving road
My hand drawing in the sand
Watching my home and abode
An ocean of barren land
A flask in my pocket
An oasis in a jar
A drop in an empty bucket
And my hope near and far
It’s my gem for the future
My sword in the struggle
A lifeline on my tour
To find a love so huggable
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Monday, August 3, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 56
Still throwing curveballs, I’m posting Evening on the Fireside Monday instead of Friday. With us being a couple of days into August, I’m posting my Two and a Half Men themed Calendar
Still throwing curveballs, I’m posting Evening on the Fireside Monday instead of Friday. With us being a couple of days into August, I’m posting my Two and a Half Men themed Calendar
Friday, July 31, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
Hello folks, sorry for no updates this week, so this is a Super-Mundo Post with all three weekly posts rolled into one.
I’ll start with Song of the Week
Firefly
By
Owl City
An Evening on the Fireside with David 55
I just had a filling drilled into my mouth yesterday, and will be getting a wisdom tooth out next Friday, I give you this nugget by Horace Mitchell Miner
Most cultures exhibit a particular configuration or style. A single value or pattern of perceiving the world often leaves its stamp on several institutions in the society. Examples are "machismo" in Spanish-influenced cultures, "face" in Japanese culture, and "pollution by females" in some highland New Guinea cultures. Here Horace Miner demonstrates that "attitudes about the body" have a pervasive influence on many institutions in Nacirema society.
The anthropologist has become so familiar with the diversity of ways in which different people behave in similar situations that he is not apt to be surprised by even the most exotic customs. In fact, if all of the logically possible combinations of behavior have not been found somewhere in the world, he is apt to suspect that they must be present in some yet undescribed tribe. The point has, in fact, been expressed with respect to clan organization by Murdock[1] . In this light, the magical beliefs and practices of the Nacirema present such unusual aspects that it seems desirable to describe them as an example of the extremes to which human behavior can go.
Professor Linton[2] first brought the ritual of the Nacirema to the attention of anthropologists twenty years ago, but the culture of this people is still very poorly understood. They are a North American group living in the territory between the Canadian Cree, the Yaqui and Tarahumare of Mexico, and the Carib and Arawak of the Antilles. Little is known of their origin, although tradition states that they came from the east. According to Nacirema mythology, their nation was originated by a culture hero, Notgnihsaw, who is otherwise known for two great feats of strength—the throwing of a piece of wampum across the river Pa-To-Mac and the chopping down of a cherry tree in which the Spirit of Truth resided.
Nacirema culture is characterized by a highly developed market economy which has evolved in a rich natural habitat. While much of the people's time is devoted to economic pursuits, a large part of the fruits of these labors and a considerable portion of the day are spent in ritual activity. The focus of this activity is the human body, the appearance and health of which loom as a dominant concern in the ethos of the people. While such a concern is certainly not unusual, its ceremonial aspects and associated philosophy are unique.
The fundamental belief underlying the whole system appears to be that the human body is ugly and that its natural tendency is to debility and disease. Incarcerated in such a body, man's only hope is to avert these characteristics through the use of ritual and ceremony. Every household has one or more shrines devoted to this purpose. The more powerful individuals in the society have several shrines in their houses and, in fact, the opulence of a house is often referred to in terms of the number of such ritual centers it possesses. Most houses are of wattle and daub construction, but the shrine rooms of the more wealthy are walled with stone. Poorer families imitate the rich by applying pottery plaques to their shrine walls.
While each family has at least one such shrine, the rituals associated with it are not family ceremonies but are private and secret. The rites are normally only discussed with children, and then only during the period when they are being initiated into these mysteries. I was able, however, to establish sufficient rapport with the natives to examine these shrines and to have the rituals described to me.
The focal point of the shrine is a box or chest which is built into the wall. In this chest are kept the many charms and magical potions without which no native believes he could live. These preparations are secured from a variety of specialized practitioners. The most powerful of these are the medicine men, whose assistance must be rewarded with substantial gifts. However, the medicine men do not provide the curative potions for their clients, but decide what the ingredients should be and then write them down in an ancient and secret language. This writing is understood only by the medicine men and by the herbalists who, for another gift, provide the required charm.
The charm is not disposed of after it has served its purpose, but is placed in the charmbox of the household shrine. As these magical materials are specific for certain ills, and the real or imagined maladies of the people are many, the charm-box is usually full to overflowing. The magical packets are so numerous that people forget what their purposes were and fear to use them again. While the natives are very vague on this point, we can only assume that the idea in retaining all the old magical materials is that their presence in the charm-box, before which the body rituals are conducted, will in some way protect the worshiper.
Beneath the charm-box is a small font. Each day every member of the family, in succession, enters the shrine room, bows his head before the charm-box, mingles different sorts of holy water in the font, and proceeds with a brief rite of ablution[3]. The holy waters are secured from the Water Temple of the community, where the priests conduct elaborate ceremonies to make the liquid ritually pure.
In the hierarchy of magical practitioners, and below the medicine men in prestige, are specialists whose designation is best translated as "holy-mouth-men." The Nacirema have an almost pathological horror of and fascination with the mouth, the condition of which is believed to have a supernatural influence on all social relationships. Were it not for the rituals of the mouth, they believe that their teeth would fall out, their gums bleed, their jaws shrink, their friends desert them, and their lovers reject them. They also believe that a strong relationship exists between oral and moral characteristics. For example, there is a ritual ablution of the mouth for children which is supposed to improve their moral fiber.
The daily body ritual performed by everyone includes a mouth-rite. Despite the fact that these people are so punctilious[4] about care of the mouth, this rite involves a practice which strikes the uninitiated stranger as revolting. It was reported to me that the ritual consists of inserting a small bundle of hog hairs into the mouth, along with certain magical powders, and then moving the bundle in a highly formalized series of gestures[5].
In addition to the private mouth-rite, the people seek out a holy-mouth-man once or twice a year. These practitioners have an impressive set of paraphernalia, consisting of a variety of augers, awls, probes, and prods. The use of these items in the exorcism of the evils of the mouth involves almost unbelievable ritual torture of the client. The holy-mouth-man opens the client's mouth and, using the above mentioned tools, enlarges any holes which decay may have created in the teeth. Magical materials are put into these holes. If there are no naturally occurring holes in the teeth, large sections of one or more teeth are gouged out so that the supernatural substance can be applied. In the client's view, the purpose of these ministrations[6] is to arrest decay and to draw friends. The extremely sacred and traditional character of the rite is evident in the fact that the natives return to the holy-mouth-men year after year, despite the fact that their teeth continue to decay.
It is to be hoped that, when a thorough study of the Nacirema is made, there will be careful inquiry into the personality structure of these people. One has but to watch the gleam in the eye of a holy-mouth-man, as he jabs an awl into an exposed nerve, to suspect that a certain amount of sadism is involved. If this can be established, a very interesting pattern emerges, for most of the population shows definite masochistic tendencies. It was to these that Professor Linton referred in discussing a distinctive part of the daily body ritual which is performed only by men. This part of the rite includes scraping and lacerating the surface of the face with a sharp instrument. Special women's rites are performed only four times during each lunar month, but what they lack in frequency is made up in barbarity. As part of this ceremony, women bake their heads in small ovens for about an hour. The theoretically interesting point is that what seems to be a preponderantly masochistic people have developed sadistic specialists.
The medicine men have an imposing temple, or latipso, in every community of any size. The more elaborate ceremonies required to treat very sick patients can only be performed at this temple. These ceremonies involve not only the thaumaturge[7] but a permanent group of vestal maidens who move sedately about the temple chambers in distinctive costume and headdress.
The latipso ceremonies are so harsh that it is phenomenal that a fair proportion of the really sick natives who enter the temple ever recover. Small children whose indoctrination is still incomplete have been known to resist attempts to take them to the temple because "that is where you go to die." Despite this fact, sick adults are not only willing but eager to undergo the protracted ritual purification, if they can afford to do so. No matter how ill the supplicant or how grave the emergency, the guardians of many temples will not admit a client if he cannot give a rich gift to the custodian. Even after one has gained and survived the ceremonies, the guardians will not permit the neophyte to leave until he makes still another gift.
The supplicant entering the temple is first stripped of all his or her clothes. In everyday life the Nacirema avoids exposure of his body and its natural functions. Bathing and excretory acts are performed only in the secrecy of the household shrine, where they are ritualized as part of the body-rites. Psychological shock results from the fact that body secrecy is suddenly lost upon entry into the latipso. A man, whose own wife has never seen him in an excretory act, suddenly finds himself naked and assisted by a vestal maiden while he performs his natural functions into a sacred vessel. This sort of ceremonial treatment is necessitated by the fact that the excreta are used by a diviner to ascertain the course and nature of the client's sickness. Female clients, on the other hand, find their naked bodies are subjected to the scrutiny, manipulation and prodding of the medicine men.
Few supplicants in the temple are well enough to do anything but lie on their hard beds. The daily ceremonies, like the rites of the holy-mouth-men, involve discomfort and torture. With ritual precision, the vestals awaken their miserable charges each dawn and roll them about on their beds of pain while performing ablutions, in the formal movements of which the maidens are highly trained. At other times they insert magic wands in the supplicant's mouth or force him to eat substances which are supposed to be healing. From time to time the medicine men come to their clients and jab magically treated needles into their flesh. The fact that these temple ceremonies may not cure, and may even kill the neophyte, in no way decreases the people's faith in the medicine men.
There remains one other kind of practitioner, known as a "listener." This witchdoctor has the power to exorcise the devils that lodge in the heads of people who have been bewitched. The Nacirema believe that parents bewitch their own children. Mothers are particularly suspected of putting a curse on children while teaching them the secret body rituals. The counter-magic of the witchdoctor is unusual in its lack of ritual. The patient simply tells the "listener" all his troubles and fears, beginning with the earliest difficulties he can remember. The memory displayed by the Nacirema in these exorcism sessions is truly remarkable. It is not uncommon for the patient to bemoan the rejection he felt upon being weaned as a babe, and a few individuals even see their troubles going back to the traumatic effects of their own birth.
In conclusion, mention must be made of certain practices which have their base in native esthetics but which depend upon the pervasive aversion to the natural body and its functions. There are ritual fasts to make fat people thin and ceremonial feasts to make thin people fat. Still other rites are used to make women's breasts larger if they are small, and smaller if they are large. General dissatisfaction with breast shape is symbolized in the fact that the ideal form is virtually outside the range of human variation. A few women afflicted with almost inhuman hyper-mammary development are so idolized that they make a handsome living by simply going from village to village and permitting the natives to stare at them for a fee.
Reference has already been made to the fact that excretory functions are ritualized, routinized, and relegated to secrecy. Natural reproductive functions are similarly distorted. Intercourse is taboo as a topic and scheduled as an act. Efforts are made to avoid pregnancy by the use of magical materials or by limiting intercourse to certain phases of the moon. Conception is actually very infrequent. When pregnant, women dress so as to hide their condition. Parturition takes place in secret, without friends or relatives to assist, and the majority of women do not nurse their infants.
Our review of the ritual life of the Nacirema has certainly shown them to be a magic-ridden people. It is hard to understand how they have managed to exist so long under the burdens which they have imposed upon themselves. But even such exotic customs as these take on real meaning when they are viewed with the insight provided by Malinowski[8] when he wrote:
“Looking from far and above, from our high places of safety in the developed civilization, it is easy to see all the crudity and irrelevance of magic. But without its power and guidance early man could not have mastered his practical difficulties as he has done, nor could man have advanced to the higher stages of civilization.[9]”
And lastly, Poetry Wed-nes-day
I have an ensign but not a square to spare.
Oh what to right, what to write
Righting would require the written,
But doesn’t include, a bulb to light.
To write? A dog or kitten
A frog, a bull, a bull frog
How about a cabin
Made from one great big log
Or about space and an ensign
So much to right though
Can I spare a single square?
How could this be so?
Not a single square to spare
Do I grow tired of this net>>
Well, will anyone read this?
A person I have yet to met.?
One I have yet to kiss?
Enough of this rambling
Class is any minute
Even now I am gambling,
She definitely isn’t mute
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I’ll start with Song of the Week
Firefly
By
Owl City
An Evening on the Fireside with David 55
I just had a filling drilled into my mouth yesterday, and will be getting a wisdom tooth out next Friday, I give you this nugget by Horace Mitchell Miner
Most cultures exhibit a particular configuration or style. A single value or pattern of perceiving the world often leaves its stamp on several institutions in the society. Examples are "machismo" in Spanish-influenced cultures, "face" in Japanese culture, and "pollution by females" in some highland New Guinea cultures. Here Horace Miner demonstrates that "attitudes about the body" have a pervasive influence on many institutions in Nacirema society.
The anthropologist has become so familiar with the diversity of ways in which different people behave in similar situations that he is not apt to be surprised by even the most exotic customs. In fact, if all of the logically possible combinations of behavior have not been found somewhere in the world, he is apt to suspect that they must be present in some yet undescribed tribe. The point has, in fact, been expressed with respect to clan organization by Murdock[1] . In this light, the magical beliefs and practices of the Nacirema present such unusual aspects that it seems desirable to describe them as an example of the extremes to which human behavior can go.
Professor Linton[2] first brought the ritual of the Nacirema to the attention of anthropologists twenty years ago, but the culture of this people is still very poorly understood. They are a North American group living in the territory between the Canadian Cree, the Yaqui and Tarahumare of Mexico, and the Carib and Arawak of the Antilles. Little is known of their origin, although tradition states that they came from the east. According to Nacirema mythology, their nation was originated by a culture hero, Notgnihsaw, who is otherwise known for two great feats of strength—the throwing of a piece of wampum across the river Pa-To-Mac and the chopping down of a cherry tree in which the Spirit of Truth resided.
Nacirema culture is characterized by a highly developed market economy which has evolved in a rich natural habitat. While much of the people's time is devoted to economic pursuits, a large part of the fruits of these labors and a considerable portion of the day are spent in ritual activity. The focus of this activity is the human body, the appearance and health of which loom as a dominant concern in the ethos of the people. While such a concern is certainly not unusual, its ceremonial aspects and associated philosophy are unique.
The fundamental belief underlying the whole system appears to be that the human body is ugly and that its natural tendency is to debility and disease. Incarcerated in such a body, man's only hope is to avert these characteristics through the use of ritual and ceremony. Every household has one or more shrines devoted to this purpose. The more powerful individuals in the society have several shrines in their houses and, in fact, the opulence of a house is often referred to in terms of the number of such ritual centers it possesses. Most houses are of wattle and daub construction, but the shrine rooms of the more wealthy are walled with stone. Poorer families imitate the rich by applying pottery plaques to their shrine walls.
While each family has at least one such shrine, the rituals associated with it are not family ceremonies but are private and secret. The rites are normally only discussed with children, and then only during the period when they are being initiated into these mysteries. I was able, however, to establish sufficient rapport with the natives to examine these shrines and to have the rituals described to me.
The focal point of the shrine is a box or chest which is built into the wall. In this chest are kept the many charms and magical potions without which no native believes he could live. These preparations are secured from a variety of specialized practitioners. The most powerful of these are the medicine men, whose assistance must be rewarded with substantial gifts. However, the medicine men do not provide the curative potions for their clients, but decide what the ingredients should be and then write them down in an ancient and secret language. This writing is understood only by the medicine men and by the herbalists who, for another gift, provide the required charm.
The charm is not disposed of after it has served its purpose, but is placed in the charmbox of the household shrine. As these magical materials are specific for certain ills, and the real or imagined maladies of the people are many, the charm-box is usually full to overflowing. The magical packets are so numerous that people forget what their purposes were and fear to use them again. While the natives are very vague on this point, we can only assume that the idea in retaining all the old magical materials is that their presence in the charm-box, before which the body rituals are conducted, will in some way protect the worshiper.
Beneath the charm-box is a small font. Each day every member of the family, in succession, enters the shrine room, bows his head before the charm-box, mingles different sorts of holy water in the font, and proceeds with a brief rite of ablution[3]. The holy waters are secured from the Water Temple of the community, where the priests conduct elaborate ceremonies to make the liquid ritually pure.
In the hierarchy of magical practitioners, and below the medicine men in prestige, are specialists whose designation is best translated as "holy-mouth-men." The Nacirema have an almost pathological horror of and fascination with the mouth, the condition of which is believed to have a supernatural influence on all social relationships. Were it not for the rituals of the mouth, they believe that their teeth would fall out, their gums bleed, their jaws shrink, their friends desert them, and their lovers reject them. They also believe that a strong relationship exists between oral and moral characteristics. For example, there is a ritual ablution of the mouth for children which is supposed to improve their moral fiber.
The daily body ritual performed by everyone includes a mouth-rite. Despite the fact that these people are so punctilious[4] about care of the mouth, this rite involves a practice which strikes the uninitiated stranger as revolting. It was reported to me that the ritual consists of inserting a small bundle of hog hairs into the mouth, along with certain magical powders, and then moving the bundle in a highly formalized series of gestures[5].
In addition to the private mouth-rite, the people seek out a holy-mouth-man once or twice a year. These practitioners have an impressive set of paraphernalia, consisting of a variety of augers, awls, probes, and prods. The use of these items in the exorcism of the evils of the mouth involves almost unbelievable ritual torture of the client. The holy-mouth-man opens the client's mouth and, using the above mentioned tools, enlarges any holes which decay may have created in the teeth. Magical materials are put into these holes. If there are no naturally occurring holes in the teeth, large sections of one or more teeth are gouged out so that the supernatural substance can be applied. In the client's view, the purpose of these ministrations[6] is to arrest decay and to draw friends. The extremely sacred and traditional character of the rite is evident in the fact that the natives return to the holy-mouth-men year after year, despite the fact that their teeth continue to decay.
It is to be hoped that, when a thorough study of the Nacirema is made, there will be careful inquiry into the personality structure of these people. One has but to watch the gleam in the eye of a holy-mouth-man, as he jabs an awl into an exposed nerve, to suspect that a certain amount of sadism is involved. If this can be established, a very interesting pattern emerges, for most of the population shows definite masochistic tendencies. It was to these that Professor Linton referred in discussing a distinctive part of the daily body ritual which is performed only by men. This part of the rite includes scraping and lacerating the surface of the face with a sharp instrument. Special women's rites are performed only four times during each lunar month, but what they lack in frequency is made up in barbarity. As part of this ceremony, women bake their heads in small ovens for about an hour. The theoretically interesting point is that what seems to be a preponderantly masochistic people have developed sadistic specialists.
The medicine men have an imposing temple, or latipso, in every community of any size. The more elaborate ceremonies required to treat very sick patients can only be performed at this temple. These ceremonies involve not only the thaumaturge[7] but a permanent group of vestal maidens who move sedately about the temple chambers in distinctive costume and headdress.
The latipso ceremonies are so harsh that it is phenomenal that a fair proportion of the really sick natives who enter the temple ever recover. Small children whose indoctrination is still incomplete have been known to resist attempts to take them to the temple because "that is where you go to die." Despite this fact, sick adults are not only willing but eager to undergo the protracted ritual purification, if they can afford to do so. No matter how ill the supplicant or how grave the emergency, the guardians of many temples will not admit a client if he cannot give a rich gift to the custodian. Even after one has gained and survived the ceremonies, the guardians will not permit the neophyte to leave until he makes still another gift.
The supplicant entering the temple is first stripped of all his or her clothes. In everyday life the Nacirema avoids exposure of his body and its natural functions. Bathing and excretory acts are performed only in the secrecy of the household shrine, where they are ritualized as part of the body-rites. Psychological shock results from the fact that body secrecy is suddenly lost upon entry into the latipso. A man, whose own wife has never seen him in an excretory act, suddenly finds himself naked and assisted by a vestal maiden while he performs his natural functions into a sacred vessel. This sort of ceremonial treatment is necessitated by the fact that the excreta are used by a diviner to ascertain the course and nature of the client's sickness. Female clients, on the other hand, find their naked bodies are subjected to the scrutiny, manipulation and prodding of the medicine men.
Few supplicants in the temple are well enough to do anything but lie on their hard beds. The daily ceremonies, like the rites of the holy-mouth-men, involve discomfort and torture. With ritual precision, the vestals awaken their miserable charges each dawn and roll them about on their beds of pain while performing ablutions, in the formal movements of which the maidens are highly trained. At other times they insert magic wands in the supplicant's mouth or force him to eat substances which are supposed to be healing. From time to time the medicine men come to their clients and jab magically treated needles into their flesh. The fact that these temple ceremonies may not cure, and may even kill the neophyte, in no way decreases the people's faith in the medicine men.
There remains one other kind of practitioner, known as a "listener." This witchdoctor has the power to exorcise the devils that lodge in the heads of people who have been bewitched. The Nacirema believe that parents bewitch their own children. Mothers are particularly suspected of putting a curse on children while teaching them the secret body rituals. The counter-magic of the witchdoctor is unusual in its lack of ritual. The patient simply tells the "listener" all his troubles and fears, beginning with the earliest difficulties he can remember. The memory displayed by the Nacirema in these exorcism sessions is truly remarkable. It is not uncommon for the patient to bemoan the rejection he felt upon being weaned as a babe, and a few individuals even see their troubles going back to the traumatic effects of their own birth.
In conclusion, mention must be made of certain practices which have their base in native esthetics but which depend upon the pervasive aversion to the natural body and its functions. There are ritual fasts to make fat people thin and ceremonial feasts to make thin people fat. Still other rites are used to make women's breasts larger if they are small, and smaller if they are large. General dissatisfaction with breast shape is symbolized in the fact that the ideal form is virtually outside the range of human variation. A few women afflicted with almost inhuman hyper-mammary development are so idolized that they make a handsome living by simply going from village to village and permitting the natives to stare at them for a fee.
Reference has already been made to the fact that excretory functions are ritualized, routinized, and relegated to secrecy. Natural reproductive functions are similarly distorted. Intercourse is taboo as a topic and scheduled as an act. Efforts are made to avoid pregnancy by the use of magical materials or by limiting intercourse to certain phases of the moon. Conception is actually very infrequent. When pregnant, women dress so as to hide their condition. Parturition takes place in secret, without friends or relatives to assist, and the majority of women do not nurse their infants.
Our review of the ritual life of the Nacirema has certainly shown them to be a magic-ridden people. It is hard to understand how they have managed to exist so long under the burdens which they have imposed upon themselves. But even such exotic customs as these take on real meaning when they are viewed with the insight provided by Malinowski[8] when he wrote:
“Looking from far and above, from our high places of safety in the developed civilization, it is easy to see all the crudity and irrelevance of magic. But without its power and guidance early man could not have mastered his practical difficulties as he has done, nor could man have advanced to the higher stages of civilization.[9]”
And lastly, Poetry Wed-nes-day
I have an ensign but not a square to spare.
Oh what to right, what to write
Righting would require the written,
But doesn’t include, a bulb to light.
To write? A dog or kitten
A frog, a bull, a bull frog
How about a cabin
Made from one great big log
Or about space and an ensign
So much to right though
Can I spare a single square?
How could this be so?
Not a single square to spare
Do I grow tired of this net>>
Well, will anyone read this?
A person I have yet to met.?
One I have yet to kiss?
Enough of this rambling
Class is any minute
Even now I am gambling,
She definitely isn’t mute
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Friday, July 24, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 54
Hello again folks. I had intended to post part two my investigation of beauty, cuteness, and hotness, but the pictures take a while, and I didn’t think I was going to tear the garage apart to find the opossum that decided to die in there, so you all get the 900 words of fiction I wrote earlier today. It is the same main character as the piece I posted last week. It also includes Sariel, another main character.
The beginning is somewhat suggestive, but fear not, it’s before not after or during. It’s just story arc-ish stuff. You can skip the first quarter of it if you just want the meat of it.
Vignettes – Zombies in the Garage
Their conversation stopped as the lights flickered out.
“Fuck,” Nu said, looking up and scanning the empty ceiling. “Is there a chance they found us?”
A candle poofed to life in Sariel’s hand as she said, “That would be the worst case scenario.”
Nu looked down to her and said, “So, in other words?”
She stared up at his face, glowing above the candle, “Yes.”
Nu rolled off of her and pushed himself to his feet. As he pulled her up, he said, “Do you still have the generator for the elevator and D-light in the garage?”
“Of course, it’s automatic,” she said, working her way past him and stopping at the elevator.
Sariel’s finger lingered on the unpressed button until Nu’s hand covered it and put it into the button. Her eyes fluttered as he said, “We’re not finished here. It’s just on hold.”
The doors before them pulled open as they stood there. Sariel pulled her hand out from Nu and slid into the elevator. Turning to look at him, she said with a fanning wave, “Are you coming.”
As the doors began to close he jumped in, bumping Sariel and pinning her to the back of the elevator.
They looked at each other in 60-volt illumination as the elevator rolled down and jerked to a stop. Nu heard the doors open and saw Sariel go pale. Her hand searched his pocket until it wrapped around the lighter.
He took a step back, leaving the lighter before turning through the doors. Two or three dozen glowing red bodies stood in the darkness.
“Could we flood?” Sariel asked, still huddled in the elevator
Nu embraced his own blue glow as he continued out of the elevator. “It would take to long.”
Sariel stepped beside him as the hungry faces burned with sunken eyes. She dug her nails into her left forearm, sliding them up to the nook of her elbow.
Nu winced through the corner of his eye before she rubbed her wet nails in four streaks on his cheek.
Sariel flipped the metal cap up from the lighter and gave the wheel a flick. The flame jumped in the darkness as they stood there, in front of the red army.
Nu exploded forward and charged the group as Sariel frisbeed the lighter into the crowd.
Nu reached the flame, cupping the lighter before he ripped away, a strip of fire igniting. One of the zombiac possessions swatted the lighter down, but Nu slashed him in half with the flaming sword in arc that spun him around to land on his knees. A puff of sulfuric ash exploded and covered the back of Nu’s suit.
The group roared and closed in on Nu as he spun up, taking another zombie from crotch to head in a burning flash that coated the rest of the angel in ash.
Nu twisted, hacking another zombie from neck to waist to his left as Sariel took a running leap to the shoulders of another soldier. She leapt and planted a heeled boot into the face of another, riding him to the ground. Sariel barreled through another red auraed unhuman man before falling into a pillar. She scanned around, gathering the attention of the zombies around her.
Nu stood straight, spitting in his hand before grabbing the head of one of the snapping mouths. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. A flash irrupted at the point of contact followed by a clap of thunder. Dust exploded from the thing’s body, held tight by clothing, a T shirt and khaki shorts.
He looked around and diced another one as he yelled, “Any time now!”
Sariel scribbled a glyph on the bare concrete of the pillar, circles and triangles lit by her blue glow and inked in her blood. One of men wrapped a hand around her arm, pulling at her writing hand. She turned to him, a pity held in her eyes. She slapped the support with her self-mutilated limb, blood smearing on the post.
Nu planted his shoe on a creature’s head and crushed it against the swirled cement floor. The ash settled to the floor as a zombie leapfrogged a fellow comrade, falling for Nu. The cherub pushed forward, arcing on his toes as he drove the inferno into its mouth.
The monstrosity landed on his feet as the flame ate through his face. He spun as he collapse, sulfur spraying from his head and covering the throbbing red glow of the others.
The glyph lit from burgundy dullness along with dormant symbols spaced periodically throughout the midnight structure. The semi-sentient zombies followed the looping glow that surrounded them.
The man holding Sariel looked back to her. His jaw sagged in his skin as his eyes scanned. The flesh on his grip began to slosh. She shook him loose as he stumbled back. They began shambling before the screaming started. The howl that gnawed at the humanity of the angels. The noise mumbled to a stop as the bodies continued to melt.
Nu and Sariel looked away and to each other. Sariel’s blood on Nu sizzled on his cheek as the zombie’s glow began to dim along with the burning of the glyphs. An explosion of sulfur filled the garage hip high as the darkness returned to black, two auras of blue and violet standing among the cloaked carnage.
Hello again folks. I had intended to post part two my investigation of beauty, cuteness, and hotness, but the pictures take a while, and I didn’t think I was going to tear the garage apart to find the opossum that decided to die in there, so you all get the 900 words of fiction I wrote earlier today. It is the same main character as the piece I posted last week. It also includes Sariel, another main character.
The beginning is somewhat suggestive, but fear not, it’s before not after or during. It’s just story arc-ish stuff. You can skip the first quarter of it if you just want the meat of it.
Vignettes – Zombies in the Garage
Their conversation stopped as the lights flickered out.
“Fuck,” Nu said, looking up and scanning the empty ceiling. “Is there a chance they found us?”
A candle poofed to life in Sariel’s hand as she said, “That would be the worst case scenario.”
Nu looked down to her and said, “So, in other words?”
She stared up at his face, glowing above the candle, “Yes.”
Nu rolled off of her and pushed himself to his feet. As he pulled her up, he said, “Do you still have the generator for the elevator and D-light in the garage?”
“Of course, it’s automatic,” she said, working her way past him and stopping at the elevator.
Sariel’s finger lingered on the unpressed button until Nu’s hand covered it and put it into the button. Her eyes fluttered as he said, “We’re not finished here. It’s just on hold.”
The doors before them pulled open as they stood there. Sariel pulled her hand out from Nu and slid into the elevator. Turning to look at him, she said with a fanning wave, “Are you coming.”
As the doors began to close he jumped in, bumping Sariel and pinning her to the back of the elevator.
They looked at each other in 60-volt illumination as the elevator rolled down and jerked to a stop. Nu heard the doors open and saw Sariel go pale. Her hand searched his pocket until it wrapped around the lighter.
He took a step back, leaving the lighter before turning through the doors. Two or three dozen glowing red bodies stood in the darkness.
“Could we flood?” Sariel asked, still huddled in the elevator
Nu embraced his own blue glow as he continued out of the elevator. “It would take to long.”
Sariel stepped beside him as the hungry faces burned with sunken eyes. She dug her nails into her left forearm, sliding them up to the nook of her elbow.
Nu winced through the corner of his eye before she rubbed her wet nails in four streaks on his cheek.
Sariel flipped the metal cap up from the lighter and gave the wheel a flick. The flame jumped in the darkness as they stood there, in front of the red army.
Nu exploded forward and charged the group as Sariel frisbeed the lighter into the crowd.
Nu reached the flame, cupping the lighter before he ripped away, a strip of fire igniting. One of the zombiac possessions swatted the lighter down, but Nu slashed him in half with the flaming sword in arc that spun him around to land on his knees. A puff of sulfuric ash exploded and covered the back of Nu’s suit.
The group roared and closed in on Nu as he spun up, taking another zombie from crotch to head in a burning flash that coated the rest of the angel in ash.
Nu twisted, hacking another zombie from neck to waist to his left as Sariel took a running leap to the shoulders of another soldier. She leapt and planted a heeled boot into the face of another, riding him to the ground. Sariel barreled through another red auraed unhuman man before falling into a pillar. She scanned around, gathering the attention of the zombies around her.
Nu stood straight, spitting in his hand before grabbing the head of one of the snapping mouths. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. A flash irrupted at the point of contact followed by a clap of thunder. Dust exploded from the thing’s body, held tight by clothing, a T shirt and khaki shorts.
He looked around and diced another one as he yelled, “Any time now!”
Sariel scribbled a glyph on the bare concrete of the pillar, circles and triangles lit by her blue glow and inked in her blood. One of men wrapped a hand around her arm, pulling at her writing hand. She turned to him, a pity held in her eyes. She slapped the support with her self-mutilated limb, blood smearing on the post.
Nu planted his shoe on a creature’s head and crushed it against the swirled cement floor. The ash settled to the floor as a zombie leapfrogged a fellow comrade, falling for Nu. The cherub pushed forward, arcing on his toes as he drove the inferno into its mouth.
The monstrosity landed on his feet as the flame ate through his face. He spun as he collapse, sulfur spraying from his head and covering the throbbing red glow of the others.
The glyph lit from burgundy dullness along with dormant symbols spaced periodically throughout the midnight structure. The semi-sentient zombies followed the looping glow that surrounded them.
The man holding Sariel looked back to her. His jaw sagged in his skin as his eyes scanned. The flesh on his grip began to slosh. She shook him loose as he stumbled back. They began shambling before the screaming started. The howl that gnawed at the humanity of the angels. The noise mumbled to a stop as the bodies continued to melt.
Nu and Sariel looked away and to each other. Sariel’s blood on Nu sizzled on his cheek as the zombie’s glow began to dim along with the burning of the glyphs. An explosion of sulfur filled the garage hip high as the darkness returned to black, two auras of blue and violet standing among the cloaked carnage.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
The Free and Emerald Green
Blades of Emerald Green
Shall soon set me free.
For one of them comes:
One of the great sons.
A miscalculation means certain death,
But only she could ever take my breath.
The feel of his vibration
Mixes with my own anticipation.
I climb the stalk
As he continues his walk.
His steps shake me.
I can’t do this; how can it be?
But I must be with her.
I do not care what wrath I occur!
From the green I plummet to the pale peach
Just within my reach.
Soft skin reminds me of my hunger.
But I must restrain myself further.
Spiraling up the jungle,
I wait and huddle.
With each step, he takes me closer.
O! To be even this much closer!
The heat sinks into my body
As my stomach lay empty.
My hands begin to lose their grip.
My life starts to slip
I begin to fall,
But nothing is all I saw
I return to the blades so green
That promised to set me free.
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Blades of Emerald Green
Shall soon set me free.
For one of them comes:
One of the great sons.
A miscalculation means certain death,
But only she could ever take my breath.
The feel of his vibration
Mixes with my own anticipation.
I climb the stalk
As he continues his walk.
His steps shake me.
I can’t do this; how can it be?
But I must be with her.
I do not care what wrath I occur!
From the green I plummet to the pale peach
Just within my reach.
Soft skin reminds me of my hunger.
But I must restrain myself further.
Spiraling up the jungle,
I wait and huddle.
With each step, he takes me closer.
O! To be even this much closer!
The heat sinks into my body
As my stomach lay empty.
My hands begin to lose their grip.
My life starts to slip
I begin to fall,
But nothing is all I saw
I return to the blades so green
That promised to set me free.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Song of the Week
For the nest Song of the Week, I present
Papa Loved Momma
By
Garth Brooks
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She’s Country
By
Jason Aldean
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Papa Loved Momma
By
Garth Brooks
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
She’s Country
By
Jason Aldean
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Friday, July 17, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 53
Alright, so for last week, I put the first half of this character piece up, now I'm getting the second half out
Nu spun around as he reached twenty feet from the stump and melon as Phil set the camera up off to the right to catch both the stump and Nu.
Truckers and drunkards began encircling Nu, and subsequently Phil and the stump.
The bartender tapped record as he shouted, “You guys should stand away from the watermelon.”
As they began stepping away, Nu asked, “Is that a new camera?”
Phil patted it as he said, “Yeah, it’s one of those high speed ones. We’re are officially out of 1995” He grabbed a pair of ear muffs attached to the tripod and a pair of sunglasses that were hanging from the back of his shirt. Putting them both on, he rechecked the view of the camera. “You’re good to go,” Phil said with a thumbs up.
Without looking, Nu reached into his vest pocket for a pair of ear plugs and placed them in snugly. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on from an inside suit pocket, as the group began to step restless. He began pouring the last drops of the liquor from his beer bottle on the fingertips of his right hand before throwing it aside. Leveling his stance, he held out his wet fingers.
Nu’s suit tightened to almost bursting as he breathed in enough air to barrel out his chest. In and out, his body shrunk and expanded several more time before his breathing shallowed. Hops enhanced poison dripped from his pinky finger. His arm began shuddering; his left hand snapped to its aid, grabbing his right wrist and steadying it to a tremor. His arm jerked forward, dragging his body with it before a burning blue exploded from his fingers in a thundering boom.
Most of the people around them collapsed to the floor, screaming, alternating from holding their ears and their eyes, pain and a temporary loss of senses the payment for skepticism. A few other veterans were already wearing nearly black glasses and ear muffs.
The trucker that had put down the last hundred was clawing at the dirt and rocks, screaming a stream of profanity and swears, failing to hear any of them.
A couple unlucky people who found themselves too close to the watermelon were sprayed by the molten juice shrapnel that exploded from Nu’s burst.
Nu still held his hand, head down as he remained nearly doubled over. His arms dropped as he breathed in a coarse lump of air. His body swung up, his hair sweeping back to the top of his head. Nu straitened up, returning to his grumpy posture from before. He flicked the glasses off and returned them to his pocket with a smoldering hand. So did the ear plugs come off and find their way back to a pocket.
Phil shut the camera off and unarmored his head as Nu said, “Did you already call the docs?”
Phil picked the camera up and answered, “Yeah, just before the last guy put his money in the kitty.”
“Alright, I have time for one more shot then.”
Everyone capable of walking went back into the bar and returned to their seats and conversations.
Phil poured one last shot from the dusty bottle and began working on his camera.
Nu lifted the glass to his lips and flipped the shot up as sirens began to buzz through the door. He looked puzzled at Phil, “Did you call the cops too?”
The bartender slipped the DVD from the bulky contraption as he looked up and said, “No, but after last time, they started sending them out with the ambulance every time I call them.”
“Well, damn. Thanks for telling me,” Nu sighed
Phil popped the DVD in a case and said with a smile, “Yeah, no problem.”
As Nu stood up, swooping up three grand of the 3150, Phil uncapped a marker and wrote, Lightninging a Watermelon, and slid it in a shelf next to Lightninging a Chicken and Lightninging a Mr. Potatohead.
Alright, so for last week, I put the first half of this character piece up, now I'm getting the second half out
Nu spun around as he reached twenty feet from the stump and melon as Phil set the camera up off to the right to catch both the stump and Nu.
Truckers and drunkards began encircling Nu, and subsequently Phil and the stump.
The bartender tapped record as he shouted, “You guys should stand away from the watermelon.”
As they began stepping away, Nu asked, “Is that a new camera?”
Phil patted it as he said, “Yeah, it’s one of those high speed ones. We’re are officially out of 1995” He grabbed a pair of ear muffs attached to the tripod and a pair of sunglasses that were hanging from the back of his shirt. Putting them both on, he rechecked the view of the camera. “You’re good to go,” Phil said with a thumbs up.
Without looking, Nu reached into his vest pocket for a pair of ear plugs and placed them in snugly. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on from an inside suit pocket, as the group began to step restless. He began pouring the last drops of the liquor from his beer bottle on the fingertips of his right hand before throwing it aside. Leveling his stance, he held out his wet fingers.
Nu’s suit tightened to almost bursting as he breathed in enough air to barrel out his chest. In and out, his body shrunk and expanded several more time before his breathing shallowed. Hops enhanced poison dripped from his pinky finger. His arm began shuddering; his left hand snapped to its aid, grabbing his right wrist and steadying it to a tremor. His arm jerked forward, dragging his body with it before a burning blue exploded from his fingers in a thundering boom.
Most of the people around them collapsed to the floor, screaming, alternating from holding their ears and their eyes, pain and a temporary loss of senses the payment for skepticism. A few other veterans were already wearing nearly black glasses and ear muffs.
The trucker that had put down the last hundred was clawing at the dirt and rocks, screaming a stream of profanity and swears, failing to hear any of them.
A couple unlucky people who found themselves too close to the watermelon were sprayed by the molten juice shrapnel that exploded from Nu’s burst.
Nu still held his hand, head down as he remained nearly doubled over. His arms dropped as he breathed in a coarse lump of air. His body swung up, his hair sweeping back to the top of his head. Nu straitened up, returning to his grumpy posture from before. He flicked the glasses off and returned them to his pocket with a smoldering hand. So did the ear plugs come off and find their way back to a pocket.
Phil shut the camera off and unarmored his head as Nu said, “Did you already call the docs?”
Phil picked the camera up and answered, “Yeah, just before the last guy put his money in the kitty.”
“Alright, I have time for one more shot then.”
Everyone capable of walking went back into the bar and returned to their seats and conversations.
Phil poured one last shot from the dusty bottle and began working on his camera.
Nu lifted the glass to his lips and flipped the shot up as sirens began to buzz through the door. He looked puzzled at Phil, “Did you call the cops too?”
The bartender slipped the DVD from the bulky contraption as he looked up and said, “No, but after last time, they started sending them out with the ambulance every time I call them.”
“Well, damn. Thanks for telling me,” Nu sighed
Phil popped the DVD in a case and said with a smile, “Yeah, no problem.”
As Nu stood up, swooping up three grand of the 3150, Phil uncapped a marker and wrote, Lightninging a Watermelon, and slid it in a shelf next to Lightninging a Chicken and Lightninging a Mr. Potatohead.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Nu reparations
Hello folks. I will be incommunicado for the next week, so that means no blog updates. I felt terrible about this, so I’m leaving the first half of a character piece for a new series I’m working on.
This may be the first novel I can package, so you will most likely see a lot more of these two characters coming.
I’ll post the second half when I come back for the nest Evening on the Fireside
“Fucking Buuuuuuullshit,” the man said from behind his oily beard, bits of pretzels flying off. He grabbed the brim of his beaten occupational hat and yanked it off.
Nu continued to drink from the Bastard ale, staring at his reflection from the mirror behind the bar.
The trucker grabbed the two crumpled 50’s from the torn fabric bowl and tossed them in the growing pile.
Nu’s eyes tilted at the new cash as he nearly drained the bottle.
The bartender put the two shot glasses on the bar and grabbed a pencil. “Another hundred makes $1,550,” doing the math on a deluged napkin.
Nu shook his shoulders loose before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a roll of green. He peeled sixteen hundred-dollar bills from it, leaving its thickness almost untouched, before he stashed it away. He set them down, neater than if only one bill had been there.
The bartender grabbed a bottle, automatically lining up all four fingers and his thumb in the only dustless spots on the container, and poured two shots.
Nu stood up, pushing the stool back. Every trucker and patron moving back a step before he said, “The extra 50 is for my tab.”
“Here you go,” the bartender said as he held one glass up, and one out.
Nu grabbed the glass, snapped it deftly to its brother and pulled it back for a quick gulp.
A second behind, the bartender took his shot as Nu had already grabbed his bottle of beer and palmed the watermelon sitting on the bar. The one that the barskees had been kind enough to pick ten minutes ago from the patch out back.
Nu hopped back from one foot to the other as he rolled his neck, the people in the bar, continuing to inch back.
The bartender stuck his chin up as he scratched at the fledgling beard that was sprouting.
Nu sighed and said, “Stop trying to be hip, Phil. You look like crap scruffy like that.”
The scratching neared the bartender’s ear as he said, “You’re not nearly as intimidating to your friends as you are to strangers.”
“Oh,” Nu said, reaching 6’5” at the peak of his hop, a couple of scraggly inches of hazelnut hair reaching for the roof, and sitting at barely 5’11” when he rested down to a foot. “We’re friends now, are we?”
“Yep, that we are,” the bartender said, arms folded tightly and crossed.
“Eah, just grab the camera Dr. Phil so I can show these idiots why I’m taking their $1500.” He stopped hopping, and the bar’s air almost froze with immobile lungs.
Phil grabbed the camera which was already locked to a tripod and planted a hand on the bar before he jumped over, threading the two bar stools. Phil threw a smile at Nu before leading him and the group of bargoers out to the front. He passed a giant tree stump scarred and blackened that Nu set the watermelon on and continued in stride.
Nu spun around as he reached twenty feet from the stump and melon as Phil set the camera up off to the right to catch both the stump and Nu.
Truckers and drunkards began encircling Nu, and subsequently Phil and the stump.
The bartender tapped record as he shouted, “You guys should stand away from the watermelon.”
This may be the first novel I can package, so you will most likely see a lot more of these two characters coming.
I’ll post the second half when I come back for the nest Evening on the Fireside
“Fucking Buuuuuuullshit,” the man said from behind his oily beard, bits of pretzels flying off. He grabbed the brim of his beaten occupational hat and yanked it off.
Nu continued to drink from the Bastard ale, staring at his reflection from the mirror behind the bar.
The trucker grabbed the two crumpled 50’s from the torn fabric bowl and tossed them in the growing pile.
Nu’s eyes tilted at the new cash as he nearly drained the bottle.
The bartender put the two shot glasses on the bar and grabbed a pencil. “Another hundred makes $1,550,” doing the math on a deluged napkin.
Nu shook his shoulders loose before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a roll of green. He peeled sixteen hundred-dollar bills from it, leaving its thickness almost untouched, before he stashed it away. He set them down, neater than if only one bill had been there.
The bartender grabbed a bottle, automatically lining up all four fingers and his thumb in the only dustless spots on the container, and poured two shots.
Nu stood up, pushing the stool back. Every trucker and patron moving back a step before he said, “The extra 50 is for my tab.”
“Here you go,” the bartender said as he held one glass up, and one out.
Nu grabbed the glass, snapped it deftly to its brother and pulled it back for a quick gulp.
A second behind, the bartender took his shot as Nu had already grabbed his bottle of beer and palmed the watermelon sitting on the bar. The one that the barskees had been kind enough to pick ten minutes ago from the patch out back.
Nu hopped back from one foot to the other as he rolled his neck, the people in the bar, continuing to inch back.
The bartender stuck his chin up as he scratched at the fledgling beard that was sprouting.
Nu sighed and said, “Stop trying to be hip, Phil. You look like crap scruffy like that.”
The scratching neared the bartender’s ear as he said, “You’re not nearly as intimidating to your friends as you are to strangers.”
“Oh,” Nu said, reaching 6’5” at the peak of his hop, a couple of scraggly inches of hazelnut hair reaching for the roof, and sitting at barely 5’11” when he rested down to a foot. “We’re friends now, are we?”
“Yep, that we are,” the bartender said, arms folded tightly and crossed.
“Eah, just grab the camera Dr. Phil so I can show these idiots why I’m taking their $1500.” He stopped hopping, and the bar’s air almost froze with immobile lungs.
Phil grabbed the camera which was already locked to a tripod and planted a hand on the bar before he jumped over, threading the two bar stools. Phil threw a smile at Nu before leading him and the group of bargoers out to the front. He passed a giant tree stump scarred and blackened that Nu set the watermelon on and continued in stride.
Nu spun around as he reached twenty feet from the stump and melon as Phil set the camera up off to the right to catch both the stump and Nu.
Truckers and drunkards began encircling Nu, and subsequently Phil and the stump.
The bartender tapped record as he shouted, “You guys should stand away from the watermelon.”
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 52
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..First off, I'll be incommunicado next week, so no blog or podcast updates. have a good week everybody
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In my mind there are three major categories of attractiveness when it comes to women. These being Cute, Hot (closely tied to sexy), and lastly, Beautiful. Some women can transcend these three categories, but they tend to fall primarily in one. Now, let’s try to distinguish between the three, shall we?
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I suppose I should preface this with some personal preference. I’m a fan of Redheads and Asians. I am also partial to Brunettes.
Cute – These girls are a bit hard to quantify. I think the best adjectives would be bubbly, fun, just... I don’t know
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Hot – These are the knee-buckling women who provide inspiration for such hit songs as, Jizz in My Pants. They are ridiculously amazing at inspiring an all-consuming lust. The thought, I’d go until we were using morning dew as lubricants comes to mind
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Beautiful – These are the woman, rather than thinking, I want to fuck her all night every night, they are more, Who the fuck needs TV, I just want to stare into her eyes every spare moment of my life.
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And for the visual learners among us, let’s take a look at some examples. Ugh, what I have to do just to entertain… Chck enlighten you people..
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Preliminary Hot Girl Search is held at CtrlAltDel http://www.cad-forums.com/showthread.php?t=53530&page=41 ....
http://www.cad-forums.com/showthread.php?t=53530&page=19....
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Cute
Random Asian Girl – 55% Cute 35% Hot 10% Beautiful. Preliminary Total – 4-5 because this is the only picture I’ve seen of her
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/RandAsian.jpg
Karen Gillan – This is the only picture I’ve seen, but I’d say, 65C 20H 15B 4PT
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KarenGillan.jpg
Jewel Staite. – 50C, 30H, 20B. 4PT – Jewel Staite is definitely up there,
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/JewelStaite.jpg
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Mila Kunis
50C, 40H, 10B. 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KarenGillan.jpg
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Alyson Hannigan – I think generally, the Red to Brunette was a cute to beautiful transition. Pretty consistent hotness though.
40C, 40H, 20B. 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/AlysonHannigan.jpg
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Cote De Pablo – The more I watch NCIS, the hotter she becomes.
10C, 60H, 30B. 5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/CoteDePablo.jpg
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Stacy Keibler – The epitome of hotness. 25C, 60H, 15B. 5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/StacyKeibler.jpg
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http://forums.leasticoulddo.com/index.php?&showtopic=29781&mode=show&st=0....
Kaylee Carver....
30C, 50H, 20B. 4-5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KayleeCarver.jpg
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Beautiful
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Liv Tyler – 20C, 15H, 65B. PT is tough because, I haven’t seen her in anything in a long time and I’m not as big a fan anymore. 2PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KayleeCarver.jpg
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Lucy Liu – This is a tough one, she fills out all three categories very well. 20C 30H 50B 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/LucyLiu.jpg
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Updates will follow in future including fully submitted scores, more girls, and specifically, classification of the girls from So You Think You Can Dance. .Because after all, if women aren’t for objectification, I don’t know what they are for. I kid, of course. This is a strictly scientific journey into beauty and it’s categorical sections as seen through one man’s ogling eyes.
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As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll ....
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/ ....
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/ ....
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium ....
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
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And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart ....
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..First off, I'll be incommunicado next week, so no blog or podcast updates. have a good week everybody
..
.. ..
In my mind there are three major categories of attractiveness when it comes to women. These being Cute, Hot (closely tied to sexy), and lastly, Beautiful. Some women can transcend these three categories, but they tend to fall primarily in one. Now, let’s try to distinguish between the three, shall we?
.. ..
I suppose I should preface this with some personal preference. I’m a fan of Redheads and Asians. I am also partial to Brunettes.
Cute – These girls are a bit hard to quantify. I think the best adjectives would be bubbly, fun, just... I don’t know
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Hot – These are the knee-buckling women who provide inspiration for such hit songs as, Jizz in My Pants. They are ridiculously amazing at inspiring an all-consuming lust. The thought, I’d go until we were using morning dew as lubricants comes to mind
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Beautiful – These are the woman, rather than thinking, I want to fuck her all night every night, they are more, Who the fuck needs TV, I just want to stare into her eyes every spare moment of my life.
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And for the visual learners among us, let’s take a look at some examples. Ugh, what I have to do just to entertain… Chck enlighten you people..
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Preliminary Hot Girl Search is held at CtrlAltDel http://www.cad-forums.com/showthread.php?t=53530&page=41 ....
http://www.cad-forums.com/showthread.php?t=53530&page=19....
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Cute
Random Asian Girl – 55% Cute 35% Hot 10% Beautiful. Preliminary Total – 4-5 because this is the only picture I’ve seen of her
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/RandAsian.jpg
Karen Gillan – This is the only picture I’ve seen, but I’d say, 65C 20H 15B 4PT
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KarenGillan.jpg
Jewel Staite. – 50C, 30H, 20B. 4PT – Jewel Staite is definitely up there,
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/JewelStaite.jpg
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Mila Kunis
50C, 40H, 10B. 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KarenGillan.jpg
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Alyson Hannigan – I think generally, the Red to Brunette was a cute to beautiful transition. Pretty consistent hotness though.
40C, 40H, 20B. 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/AlysonHannigan.jpg
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Cote De Pablo – The more I watch NCIS, the hotter she becomes.
10C, 60H, 30B. 5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/CoteDePablo.jpg
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Stacy Keibler – The epitome of hotness. 25C, 60H, 15B. 5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/StacyKeibler.jpg
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http://forums.leasticoulddo.com/index.php?&showtopic=29781&mode=show&st=0....
Kaylee Carver....
30C, 50H, 20B. 4-5PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KayleeCarver.jpg
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Beautiful
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Liv Tyler – 20C, 15H, 65B. PT is tough because, I haven’t seen her in anything in a long time and I’m not as big a fan anymore. 2PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/KayleeCarver.jpg
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Lucy Liu – This is a tough one, she fills out all three categories very well. 20C 30H 50B 3-4PT
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http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i313/OmegaGambit/3%20Stages/LucyLiu.jpg
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Updates will follow in future including fully submitted scores, more girls, and specifically, classification of the girls from So You Think You Can Dance. .Because after all, if women aren’t for objectification, I don’t know what they are for. I kid, of course. This is a strictly scientific journey into beauty and it’s categorical sections as seen through one man’s ogling eyes.
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As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll ....
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/ ....
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/ ....
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium ....
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
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And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart ....
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Hello, folks, and welcome yet again to another edition of Poetry Wed-nes-day
Clicking, flicking, ticking,
A sound must be found
Or else I’m bound for a mound.
A single sockling hugs mocking.
Tapping like the knocking of a sapling
tapping, tap, taps.
Like dripping wax without lapse.
The tune picking up without singing
The ceiling began swirling.
I turned my back on the black.
I grabbed my pillow with an Ack! Just a Knick Knack.
But the sounding kept burning.
No more! I looked at the door.
I whispered, “Willow,” gripping her pillow.
I kept my voice low, shaking her to and fro.
She began to snore, so I shook no more.
I looked at the sock I wore and thought of lore.
Headless horsemen and hairy hobgoblins.
Tortured from both wins and sins.
Always from a woman bore, and clothes tattered they wore.
Vampires, fires, umpires, all build empires.
I should Rappel down the wall; Willow can stall.
They won’t gnaw on my balls!
I should just mess with wires and… spin some tires.
I slip from the bed, from my wife I once wed.
I scratch my armpit as five toes dig into carpet.
The lone sock slides until resistance is met, a toe becomes wet.
I stifle a scream from the toe just reamed, now my toes led.
I grab my other sock and dropped in a lock.
I made my way for the door with the one sock I wore.
I jumped and expected gore, just a deafening snore.
I felt the lock in the sock and wished for a big rock.
I pushed open the door with the one sock I wore.
I looked into the hall and saw a ball against a blank wall,
Though I expected a maw or giant chainsaw.
Mind, think no more, you make my heart sore.
Through the way I slipped, fast as if a dog on my bum had nipped.
Down the stairs, like down a villain’s lairs,
But thought, socks should be worn in pairs to avoid toenail glares.
I swung my sock, now I’m blue lipped. O! My radar just blipped.
Not a new presence, but its lack causing pain in my back,
Looking around, I wonder where was the now gone sound?
If I don’t find it, a mound is certainly where I’m bound.
Stumbling down in black, killing me is not the sound, but its lack.
I flew to the front door in lieu
Of a new sound, feet tapping the ground.
Mine and other’s, catching them I’m bound, now knowing a sound.
For waking me, I’ll make them black and blue and sue!
I opened the door then, expecting to find men.
Absence got me thinking, but from behind me came a blinking.
Turning to an eye winking, flashes of life began flashing.
An arm began to bend, only then did I wish I faced a legion of men.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Clicking, flicking, ticking,
A sound must be found
Or else I’m bound for a mound.
A single sockling hugs mocking.
Tapping like the knocking of a sapling
tapping, tap, taps.
Like dripping wax without lapse.
The tune picking up without singing
The ceiling began swirling.
I turned my back on the black.
I grabbed my pillow with an Ack! Just a Knick Knack.
But the sounding kept burning.
No more! I looked at the door.
I whispered, “Willow,” gripping her pillow.
I kept my voice low, shaking her to and fro.
She began to snore, so I shook no more.
I looked at the sock I wore and thought of lore.
Headless horsemen and hairy hobgoblins.
Tortured from both wins and sins.
Always from a woman bore, and clothes tattered they wore.
Vampires, fires, umpires, all build empires.
I should Rappel down the wall; Willow can stall.
They won’t gnaw on my balls!
I should just mess with wires and… spin some tires.
I slip from the bed, from my wife I once wed.
I scratch my armpit as five toes dig into carpet.
The lone sock slides until resistance is met, a toe becomes wet.
I stifle a scream from the toe just reamed, now my toes led.
I grab my other sock and dropped in a lock.
I made my way for the door with the one sock I wore.
I jumped and expected gore, just a deafening snore.
I felt the lock in the sock and wished for a big rock.
I pushed open the door with the one sock I wore.
I looked into the hall and saw a ball against a blank wall,
Though I expected a maw or giant chainsaw.
Mind, think no more, you make my heart sore.
Through the way I slipped, fast as if a dog on my bum had nipped.
Down the stairs, like down a villain’s lairs,
But thought, socks should be worn in pairs to avoid toenail glares.
I swung my sock, now I’m blue lipped. O! My radar just blipped.
Not a new presence, but its lack causing pain in my back,
Looking around, I wonder where was the now gone sound?
If I don’t find it, a mound is certainly where I’m bound.
Stumbling down in black, killing me is not the sound, but its lack.
I flew to the front door in lieu
Of a new sound, feet tapping the ground.
Mine and other’s, catching them I’m bound, now knowing a sound.
For waking me, I’ll make them black and blue and sue!
I opened the door then, expecting to find men.
Absence got me thinking, but from behind me came a blinking.
Turning to an eye winking, flashes of life began flashing.
An arm began to bend, only then did I wish I faced a legion of men.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Book 1 Chapter 1
Well, folks, I have the first episode worth of blog updates for Sokka, Katara, Aang, Zuko, and Iroh up. I’ll post URL’s at the end of this post, but if you just want to read them without that hassle, here are the posts.
The one-liners are their twitter updates and then the blog/story.
I’m still working on each of their voices and what tense/omniscience I’ll use, but it will smoothen out as I get a couple of episodes in.
Enjoy!
And for the folks who have know idea what I’m talking about, I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
Sokka
Is caught in a mean current
‘s sister is weird
Glowing iceberg, glowing iceberg, GLOWING ICEBERG!
Is suspicious
Is preparing his troops
Book1 Chapter1
Do I have a story for you folks or WHAT! I went out fishing today, it’s no big deal, I’m just feeding my tribe. Some people would call me a hero, but I’m sure you are one of them
Anyways, Katara just had to tag along, so I let her. Now I was doing good. I had this big fish right where I wanted him despite Katara, who kept bugging me and yelling. I was just about to spear it with my patented Sokka Strike, but then Katara soaked me with her creepy bended water.
The next thing I know, we get caught in a current, I won’t make any correlations, but I’m not saying you can’t. We were going so fast. I mean boats on the ocean never go this fast. Luckily for Katara though, I was there, and even though the lost the boat, I got us both on the ice.
Then Katara starts freaking out, and she breaks an iceberg. I don’t mean she stepped on some ice. Her weird waterbending actually broke this huge chunk of ice atleast a hundred penguins tall.
It crashes into the water, causing a wave that almost killed us. After that, a huge chunk of ice came up, floating, but there was a boy actually Inside the ice. Katara just ups and grabs by club and started whacking at the ice. Who whacks glowing frozen orbs of ice with people in it? My sister, that’s who. It explodes and after shielding my sister from the blast, the boy comes walking out of the light.
He passed out, so I checked to see if he was alive, which of course, Katara yelled at me for doing.
Well, the kid woke up, another weirdo, and showed us his massive bison. He said it could fly, which was ridiculous. But I just said he couldn’t fly because my sister didn’t believe the kid, and I didn’t want her to look stupid, after all, she is my sister.
The big ol’ thing covered me in snot though. Gotta say, one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever had happen to me. Not a lot of fun.
He said his name was Aang, but not before sneezing ten feet into the air himself. With all of that weirdness, I tried to go home, but then I remembered we didn’t have a boat. So eventually, Aang and Katara convinced me to go on the bison.
The next day, Katara decided to introduce Aang to my tribe, but as it turns out, he’s an airbender and can fly. Why would you want to fly for? The little kid crashed into my watchtower! Can you call it flying if you just crash into things? I don’t think so.
I decided to take our troops out for some training, but they are very undisciplined. I’ll whip em into shape eventually. They’ll be the pride of the Southern Water Tribe soon. Aang, though, is just one big distraction. After getting my men out of their positions, he ran after a penguin! He’s such a child. Well, I have lots of work to do. A tribe doesn’t just run itself.
Katara
Is fishing with stupid Sokka
‘s brother can’t go left
found a boy in the ice
Book1 Chapter1
Sokka and I went fishing today, and after hours of no catching, I got into an argument with my brother about my waterbending. The thing is though, we got sucked into a strong current. But since Sokka can’t paddle left, our boat got crushed in between two chunks of ice. We could have been killed.
Who would take care of the village if we got killed? I ask you that. I am the glue that holds it together. I’m the current that keeps the water going.
Well, when I was letting some of that frustration go, apparently I unintentionally used my waterbending and broke apart an iceberg. This wasn’t just some iceberg though; it had a boy in it.
I took Sokka’s club and broke the ice. Miraculously the boy was alive and came out, but he collapsed and my stupid brother poked him in the head. I swear he’s soooo immature sometimes.
He just kind of exploded to life and showed us his HUGE bison. He said it could fly, but Sokka didn’t believe him. To be honest, neither did I though.
So his name is Aang, and he was nice enough to give us a ride home. Not flying, but his Bison swam us back to our tribe. The really amazing thing is though, he’s an airbender. I’ve never met an airbender before.
We got back to the tribe, and I let Aang sleep. A few hours later, I got him up to meet everyone though. He really broke the ice with them all when he flew on his staff. It was kind of amazing.
Aang is crazy though, he was playing with the kids of the tribe when he spotted a penguin and chased it. After a few minutes of laughing as he failed to catch one, we made a deal, I teach him how to catch penguins, and he’ll fly me to the Northern Water Tribe so that I can learn waterbending from a master. Obviously, he got the better end of the deal. After all, I gave him a family secret to catching penguins
We went penguin sledding but ended up at the old Fire Nation ship frozen in the ice. It took a little bit of convinceing, but he got me to follow him in. It was so very creepy in there. All kinds of noises and sounds followed us wherever we went.
Aang and I did figure out that he must be a hundred years old though. That’s weird, not even Gram Gram is that old. The only problem is, Aang set off a flare when he stepped on something. Now, it’s just back home for us.
Aang
Is awake and refreshed
Penguins
Penguins
Penguins
Penguin Sledding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ooo, spooky Fire Nation Ship
Is a hundred years old O_O
Book1 Chapter1
I woke up today in the arms of a girl. Her name is Katara and she agreed to go penguin sledding with me. Her brother, his name is Sokka, kept asking me all of these questions though. He seems wound a bit too tight. I broke a toy like that once. Oh, that was a great toy.
Anyways, he didn’t believe me that Appa could fly, but it was kind of funny when Appa sneezed on him. He was completely covered.
Well, I took them back to their home, but Appa couldn’t fly, so he swam instead. After a while, Katara started talking to me. She’s really cool.
She asked about the Avatar, but… but I couldn’t just tell her that I was the Avatar. We just kept going. I don’t know if I should have lied.
I ended up falling asleep and had a really bad nightmare. I was flying on Appa, but then we hit a storm and knocked us into the ocean. The next thing I know, Katara is waking me up to meet her village
They all seemed nervous, until I showed them all how I could fly with my staff. I think Katara was really really impressed. I crashed into some snow though. I don’t think I looked dumb though.
It turns out Katara is a waterbender! That makes her even cooler.
Later that day, I found some penguins and Katara and I went sledding. She wanted me to teach her waterbending, but I can’t do that. Did I tell you guys that I’m an airbender? Well, I’m an airbender. Oh1 I’m taking her to the Northern Water Tribe so she can learn waterbending. It’ll be a lot of fun. Appa should be able to fly by then.-
But then, we found this Fire Nation ship. Katara said that it was from an attack that the Fire Nation sent to their tribe, but that didn’t make any sense, because I’ve been all over the world, and I hadn’t seen any war. Katara thinks I’ve been in that bubble for a hundred years, but can that really be true? She says the war is a hundred years old, so I guess I would have to be.
All of that isn’t even the worst thing though. I kind of set off a boobytrap. We got out okay, but it sent a signal up in the air. I hope no bad guys saw it. Well, we are going back to Katara’s tribe.
Zuko
Is following a light to the Avatar
Is training
Has spotted the Avatar
Book1 Chapter1
While near the Southern Water Tribe, I saw a huge pillar of light. I knew it was him, the one who would restore my honor. I knew I had found the Avatar
While we were heading to the light, my uncle came back to the deck, saying he was going to bed. I can tell he doesn’t think I can capture the Avatar, but I’ll show him. I’ll show all of them.
Then next day, Uncle and I started training again, but he kept me in the basics! It’s ridiculous and infuriating!
At this rate, I won’t be able to beat any airbender, little lone the Avatar.
My ship continued to search the area until dusk when a Fire Nation flare flew into the setting sun. I scanned the horizon and found the Avatar fleeing the vessel. He was fleeing back to the Southern Water Tribe. After all of this searching, all of the training, the shame, I will capture the Avatar. I will restore my honor
Iroh
Mmm, jasmine tea
Will not be able to finish his game and tea
Going to bed
Book 1 Chapter 1
After staring with a kettle of Jasmine and a game, Zuko started us on another wild goose chase, or so I thought.
Hours after seeing the light, I decided to go to bed. I tried to convince Zuko that he didn’t need to continue on with this, but he would not listen to me.
After breakfast and tea, Zuko and I went out on deck for his training. He shows real promise, but he is too stubborn to learn from the bottom up. I decided to take a break with some food, but that was all that happened. I think I will just go back to bed
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
irohjourney@gmail.com
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/zukojourney
zukojourney@gmail.com
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
tophjourney@gmail.com
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
Katarajourney@gmail.com
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
Sokkajourney@gmail.com
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
Aangjourney@gmail.com
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
The one-liners are their twitter updates and then the blog/story.
I’m still working on each of their voices and what tense/omniscience I’ll use, but it will smoothen out as I get a couple of episodes in.
Enjoy!
And for the folks who have know idea what I’m talking about, I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
Sokka
Is caught in a mean current
‘s sister is weird
Glowing iceberg, glowing iceberg, GLOWING ICEBERG!
Is suspicious
Is preparing his troops
Book1 Chapter1
Do I have a story for you folks or WHAT! I went out fishing today, it’s no big deal, I’m just feeding my tribe. Some people would call me a hero, but I’m sure you are one of them
Anyways, Katara just had to tag along, so I let her. Now I was doing good. I had this big fish right where I wanted him despite Katara, who kept bugging me and yelling. I was just about to spear it with my patented Sokka Strike, but then Katara soaked me with her creepy bended water.
The next thing I know, we get caught in a current, I won’t make any correlations, but I’m not saying you can’t. We were going so fast. I mean boats on the ocean never go this fast. Luckily for Katara though, I was there, and even though the lost the boat, I got us both on the ice.
Then Katara starts freaking out, and she breaks an iceberg. I don’t mean she stepped on some ice. Her weird waterbending actually broke this huge chunk of ice atleast a hundred penguins tall.
It crashes into the water, causing a wave that almost killed us. After that, a huge chunk of ice came up, floating, but there was a boy actually Inside the ice. Katara just ups and grabs by club and started whacking at the ice. Who whacks glowing frozen orbs of ice with people in it? My sister, that’s who. It explodes and after shielding my sister from the blast, the boy comes walking out of the light.
He passed out, so I checked to see if he was alive, which of course, Katara yelled at me for doing.
Well, the kid woke up, another weirdo, and showed us his massive bison. He said it could fly, which was ridiculous. But I just said he couldn’t fly because my sister didn’t believe the kid, and I didn’t want her to look stupid, after all, she is my sister.
The big ol’ thing covered me in snot though. Gotta say, one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever had happen to me. Not a lot of fun.
He said his name was Aang, but not before sneezing ten feet into the air himself. With all of that weirdness, I tried to go home, but then I remembered we didn’t have a boat. So eventually, Aang and Katara convinced me to go on the bison.
The next day, Katara decided to introduce Aang to my tribe, but as it turns out, he’s an airbender and can fly. Why would you want to fly for? The little kid crashed into my watchtower! Can you call it flying if you just crash into things? I don’t think so.
I decided to take our troops out for some training, but they are very undisciplined. I’ll whip em into shape eventually. They’ll be the pride of the Southern Water Tribe soon. Aang, though, is just one big distraction. After getting my men out of their positions, he ran after a penguin! He’s such a child. Well, I have lots of work to do. A tribe doesn’t just run itself.
Katara
Is fishing with stupid Sokka
‘s brother can’t go left
found a boy in the ice
Book1 Chapter1
Sokka and I went fishing today, and after hours of no catching, I got into an argument with my brother about my waterbending. The thing is though, we got sucked into a strong current. But since Sokka can’t paddle left, our boat got crushed in between two chunks of ice. We could have been killed.
Who would take care of the village if we got killed? I ask you that. I am the glue that holds it together. I’m the current that keeps the water going.
Well, when I was letting some of that frustration go, apparently I unintentionally used my waterbending and broke apart an iceberg. This wasn’t just some iceberg though; it had a boy in it.
I took Sokka’s club and broke the ice. Miraculously the boy was alive and came out, but he collapsed and my stupid brother poked him in the head. I swear he’s soooo immature sometimes.
He just kind of exploded to life and showed us his HUGE bison. He said it could fly, but Sokka didn’t believe him. To be honest, neither did I though.
So his name is Aang, and he was nice enough to give us a ride home. Not flying, but his Bison swam us back to our tribe. The really amazing thing is though, he’s an airbender. I’ve never met an airbender before.
We got back to the tribe, and I let Aang sleep. A few hours later, I got him up to meet everyone though. He really broke the ice with them all when he flew on his staff. It was kind of amazing.
Aang is crazy though, he was playing with the kids of the tribe when he spotted a penguin and chased it. After a few minutes of laughing as he failed to catch one, we made a deal, I teach him how to catch penguins, and he’ll fly me to the Northern Water Tribe so that I can learn waterbending from a master. Obviously, he got the better end of the deal. After all, I gave him a family secret to catching penguins
We went penguin sledding but ended up at the old Fire Nation ship frozen in the ice. It took a little bit of convinceing, but he got me to follow him in. It was so very creepy in there. All kinds of noises and sounds followed us wherever we went.
Aang and I did figure out that he must be a hundred years old though. That’s weird, not even Gram Gram is that old. The only problem is, Aang set off a flare when he stepped on something. Now, it’s just back home for us.
Aang
Is awake and refreshed
Penguins
Penguins
Penguins
Penguin Sledding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ooo, spooky Fire Nation Ship
Is a hundred years old O_O
Book1 Chapter1
I woke up today in the arms of a girl. Her name is Katara and she agreed to go penguin sledding with me. Her brother, his name is Sokka, kept asking me all of these questions though. He seems wound a bit too tight. I broke a toy like that once. Oh, that was a great toy.
Anyways, he didn’t believe me that Appa could fly, but it was kind of funny when Appa sneezed on him. He was completely covered.
Well, I took them back to their home, but Appa couldn’t fly, so he swam instead. After a while, Katara started talking to me. She’s really cool.
She asked about the Avatar, but… but I couldn’t just tell her that I was the Avatar. We just kept going. I don’t know if I should have lied.
I ended up falling asleep and had a really bad nightmare. I was flying on Appa, but then we hit a storm and knocked us into the ocean. The next thing I know, Katara is waking me up to meet her village
They all seemed nervous, until I showed them all how I could fly with my staff. I think Katara was really really impressed. I crashed into some snow though. I don’t think I looked dumb though.
It turns out Katara is a waterbender! That makes her even cooler.
Later that day, I found some penguins and Katara and I went sledding. She wanted me to teach her waterbending, but I can’t do that. Did I tell you guys that I’m an airbender? Well, I’m an airbender. Oh1 I’m taking her to the Northern Water Tribe so she can learn waterbending. It’ll be a lot of fun. Appa should be able to fly by then.-
But then, we found this Fire Nation ship. Katara said that it was from an attack that the Fire Nation sent to their tribe, but that didn’t make any sense, because I’ve been all over the world, and I hadn’t seen any war. Katara thinks I’ve been in that bubble for a hundred years, but can that really be true? She says the war is a hundred years old, so I guess I would have to be.
All of that isn’t even the worst thing though. I kind of set off a boobytrap. We got out okay, but it sent a signal up in the air. I hope no bad guys saw it. Well, we are going back to Katara’s tribe.
Zuko
Is following a light to the Avatar
Is training
Has spotted the Avatar
Book1 Chapter1
While near the Southern Water Tribe, I saw a huge pillar of light. I knew it was him, the one who would restore my honor. I knew I had found the Avatar
While we were heading to the light, my uncle came back to the deck, saying he was going to bed. I can tell he doesn’t think I can capture the Avatar, but I’ll show him. I’ll show all of them.
Then next day, Uncle and I started training again, but he kept me in the basics! It’s ridiculous and infuriating!
At this rate, I won’t be able to beat any airbender, little lone the Avatar.
My ship continued to search the area until dusk when a Fire Nation flare flew into the setting sun. I scanned the horizon and found the Avatar fleeing the vessel. He was fleeing back to the Southern Water Tribe. After all of this searching, all of the training, the shame, I will capture the Avatar. I will restore my honor
Iroh
Mmm, jasmine tea
Will not be able to finish his game and tea
Going to bed
Book 1 Chapter 1
After staring with a kettle of Jasmine and a game, Zuko started us on another wild goose chase, or so I thought.
Hours after seeing the light, I decided to go to bed. I tried to convince Zuko that he didn’t need to continue on with this, but he would not listen to me.
After breakfast and tea, Zuko and I went out on deck for his training. He shows real promise, but he is too stubborn to learn from the bottom up. I decided to take a break with some food, but that was all that happened. I think I will just go back to bed
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
irohjourney@gmail.com
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/zukojourney
zukojourney@gmail.com
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
tophjourney@gmail.com
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
Katarajourney@gmail.com
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
Sokkajourney@gmail.com
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
Aangjourney@gmail.com
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 51
Alright folks, hello, how are ya. I spent the better part of the day setting up a new project.
I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
I don’t know of anyone else doing anything like this, so it should be fun to watch. As the series continues, I will probably add more characters, but for now, it’s just going to be 5 or 6. This won’t be like an episode a day, but when I watch an episode, I’ll write everything up and post it. .I already have 37 episodes on Divo, just waiting to be watched. I actually had 60 something, but a lot of it got deleted.
I think this will help me as a writer, seeing as how I will have to adopt new writing styles for each character.
Here are the characters and their sites. It would be muchly appreciated, and entirely encouraging to get some followers on this.
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
irohjourney@gmail.com
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/princejourney
zukojourney@gmail.com
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
tophjourney@gmail.com
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
Katarajourney@gmail.com
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
Sokkajourney@gmail.com
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
Aangjourney@gmail.com
So go friend, subscribe, follow, all of that stuff
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Once I get this going, I'll likely create another blog here to dump it all here
Alright folks, hello, how are ya. I spent the better part of the day setting up a new project.
I have created emails, twitters, and myspaces for 6 characters of the show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I am going to go back and watch through the series, and for each episode, I am going to upload pictures, blogs, and tweets (and maybe some trash talk) as if the characters were just keeping this stuff up throughout the series.
I don’t know of anyone else doing anything like this, so it should be fun to watch. As the series continues, I will probably add more characters, but for now, it’s just going to be 5 or 6. This won’t be like an episode a day, but when I watch an episode, I’ll write everything up and post it. .I already have 37 episodes on Divo, just waiting to be watched. I actually had 60 something, but a lot of it got deleted.
I think this will help me as a writer, seeing as how I will have to adopt new writing styles for each character.
Here are the characters and their sites. It would be muchly appreciated, and entirely encouraging to get some followers on this.
Iroh
http://twitter.com/irohjourney
http://www.myspace.com/irohjourney
irohjourney@gmail.com
Zuko
http://twitter.com/Zukojourney
http://www.myspace.com/princejourney
zukojourney@gmail.com
Toph
http://twitter.com/tophjourney
http://www.myspace.com/tophjourney
tophjourney@gmail.com
Katara
http://twitter.com/katarajourney
http://www.myspace.com/katarajourney
Katarajourney@gmail.com
Sokka
http://twitter.com/Sokkajourney
http://www.myspace.com/sokkajourney
Sokkajourney@gmail.com
Aang
https://twitter.com/Aangjourney
http://www.myspace.com/aangjourney
Aangjourney@gmail.com
So go friend, subscribe, follow, all of that stuff
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Once I get this going, I'll likely create another blog here to dump it all here
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
UNTO ITSELF NOT BEING
Losing coherency.
Every way pulling for stakes.
Pools and lotto’s.
Feet on days of Saturn.
Globs of clay piled on top and on bottom.
Up down, in out.
Concentric cubes.
To make sense is to lose.
To be?
Childs play.
To what!
That is a question.
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Losing coherency.
Every way pulling for stakes.
Pools and lotto’s.
Feet on days of Saturn.
Globs of clay piled on top and on bottom.
Up down, in out.
Concentric cubes.
To make sense is to lose.
To be?
Childs play.
To what!
That is a question.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Monday, June 29, 2009
Song of the Week
And welcome yet again to another Song of the Week. This week, it’s a little bit country, and a little bit country, and a whole kick ass music.
She’s Country
By
Jason Aldean
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She’s Country
By
Jason Aldean
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And special Youtube Chanel where you can find my Song of the Week performances
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Friday, June 26, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 50
Hello everyone, for this Evening on the Fireside, I present to you a dream cast for a movie that’s in the really really early stages of maybe becoming a movie. The movie is a film adaptation of the classic anime, Cowboy Bebop. This is inspired for the fear that Fox actually wants to cast Keanu Reeves as the lead character, Spike Spiegel. This is one of those things that just don’t make sense to me. I don’t even know what would make someone even think of that pick.
I failed to come up with both a TV and movie actor to fill the spots, so if I come up with something, I’ll post an update.
Up first is the casting, and following that will be a bit of a description.
Spike
Movie Bradley Cooper
TV Joe Flanigan
Faye
Movie Eliza Dushku/Rosario Dawson
TV Stacy Keebler
Jet
Movie Ron Pearlman
TV Jim Beaver
Vicious
Movie Christian Bale (Way too expensive)
TV Undecided (Great actor, he was in that one movie)
Julia
Movie Ali Carter
TV Undecided
Ed
Movie Dakota Fanning (stumped)
TV Undecided
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0177896/
Spike – While I like the look of Adrian Brody, I don’t think he is the right one though.
I haven’t seen Bradley Cooper in much, but I think he’s an interesting actor for the role.
You know what, I think I’m going to pick Joe Flanigan from Stargate Atlantis. I haven’t seen him in anything but Atlantis, so he would probably need a couple acting classes and some martial arts training, but I think he might be able to pull it off.
Faye – This is a tough one. I’ve seen the suggestion of Eliza Dushku, and while I don’t think that that is the best, I can’t think of someone better yet.
Another interesting pick would definitely be Rosario Dawson. It really wouldn’t surprise me if she could pull it off.
I don’t know if Stacy Keebler, one of the greatest WWE Divas ever, can act, but I’d like to see her in this role, okay, maybe I just want to see her in the outfit. At least she has the legs for it.
Jet – I’ve heard Ron Pearlman, and that’s good for me.
I suppose if this doesn’t happen for another 10 years or so, I think The Rock might be an interesting pick, but he’s just not really there right now.
I’m going back to TV to get my pick. Jim Beaver from Supernatural and Harper’s Island. He’s got a few too many years on his age and a few too many inches on his waist, but I still like him as Jet.
Ed – Hmm, I don’t actually know many kid actors. The only one that comes to mind is Dakota Fanning, sooo… Dakota Fanning?
I just don’t know. CG Maybe?
Vicious – Christian Bale is a great pick in my mind. The only 100% I can think for the cast.
Julia - Ali Carter is a great pick, so I’ll leave it as this.
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Hello everyone, for this Evening on the Fireside, I present to you a dream cast for a movie that’s in the really really early stages of maybe becoming a movie. The movie is a film adaptation of the classic anime, Cowboy Bebop. This is inspired for the fear that Fox actually wants to cast Keanu Reeves as the lead character, Spike Spiegel. This is one of those things that just don’t make sense to me. I don’t even know what would make someone even think of that pick.
I failed to come up with both a TV and movie actor to fill the spots, so if I come up with something, I’ll post an update.
Up first is the casting, and following that will be a bit of a description.
Spike
Movie Bradley Cooper
TV Joe Flanigan
Faye
Movie Eliza Dushku/Rosario Dawson
TV Stacy Keebler
Jet
Movie Ron Pearlman
TV Jim Beaver
Vicious
Movie Christian Bale (Way too expensive)
TV Undecided (Great actor, he was in that one movie)
Julia
Movie Ali Carter
TV Undecided
Ed
Movie Dakota Fanning (stumped)
TV Undecided
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0177896/
Spike – While I like the look of Adrian Brody, I don’t think he is the right one though.
I haven’t seen Bradley Cooper in much, but I think he’s an interesting actor for the role.
You know what, I think I’m going to pick Joe Flanigan from Stargate Atlantis. I haven’t seen him in anything but Atlantis, so he would probably need a couple acting classes and some martial arts training, but I think he might be able to pull it off.
Faye – This is a tough one. I’ve seen the suggestion of Eliza Dushku, and while I don’t think that that is the best, I can’t think of someone better yet.
Another interesting pick would definitely be Rosario Dawson. It really wouldn’t surprise me if she could pull it off.
I don’t know if Stacy Keebler, one of the greatest WWE Divas ever, can act, but I’d like to see her in this role, okay, maybe I just want to see her in the outfit. At least she has the legs for it.
Jet – I’ve heard Ron Pearlman, and that’s good for me.
I suppose if this doesn’t happen for another 10 years or so, I think The Rock might be an interesting pick, but he’s just not really there right now.
I’m going back to TV to get my pick. Jim Beaver from Supernatural and Harper’s Island. He’s got a few too many years on his age and a few too many inches on his waist, but I still like him as Jet.
Ed – Hmm, I don’t actually know many kid actors. The only one that comes to mind is Dakota Fanning, sooo… Dakota Fanning?
I just don’t know. CG Maybe?
Vicious – Christian Bale is a great pick in my mind. The only 100% I can think for the cast.
Julia - Ali Carter is a great pick, so I’ll leave it as this.
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Chanel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Alright folks, I’m throwing some mad Pantoum stylings at you this week.
Pantoum
Justice Syste
A book is thrown
As the judge sentences;
The man is outraged.
Crowds jump to their feet.
As the judge sentences
A gavel sounds.
Crowds jump to their feet;
Bailiffs are too slow.
A gavel sounds.
The man is outraged.
Bailiffs are too slow.
A book is thrown.
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And special Youtube Channel
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Pantoum
Justice Syste
A book is thrown
As the judge sentences;
The man is outraged.
Crowds jump to their feet.
As the judge sentences
A gavel sounds.
Crowds jump to their feet;
Bailiffs are too slow.
A gavel sounds.
The man is outraged.
Bailiffs are too slow.
A book is thrown.
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
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TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
And special Youtube Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidDysart
Monday, June 22, 2009
Song of the Week
And we have another Song of the Week.
Crazy Train
By
Ozzy Osbourne
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Crazy Train
By
Ozzy Osbourne
And if you want to see something special for this Song of the Week, and the future pieces, subscribe to my podcast, The DJ Show on iTunes
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My podcast, The DJ Show. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
Friday, June 19, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 49
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a blog about capitalism versus Communism. This week, I'm adding a little bit to it. Here it is \/
a classless society or not. They are capable of living in luxury, and most people will choose some manner of personal comfort. *Cough* Lord Acton *cough* Absolute power *cough*. .People who typically fight and are successful in gaining power are typically not sheep and angels.
Someone else mentioned about a stable country being able to produce a stable communism. I’ve got to call bushwashy on that. .Stability is driven from the lack of a power vacuum. So any change from a class system of capitalism to a classless communism to be to a façade. .Those in power wouldn’t give up power. A revolt wouldn’t happen in a stable country, so that’s the only way the transition could be made. Losing green pieces of paper doesn’t completely strip very powerful people of the affluence.
Also, if we strip the market of being able to determine the best course of action for our goods, then we have to give that power to a small group of people. I just don’t see how on extremely large scales this would be very effective. To some extent it is more viable in a country like China, but that is because they have a very homogenized population. That is not the case for the USA. Hell, we barely stay above anarchy through the use of states. Imagine if D.C. decided on a blanket decision on gay marriage. Look at the protesting and outrage that came from one state (California) banning it.
With as much ethnic, religious, and ideology diversity that exists, not letting the truest form of the people decide (the free market), I just don’t see how a society could thrive.
I think this is good for now.
This is an amendment to
Really, the reason why I chose this as this week’s Evening is because Guy 1 ended the conversation with something along the lines of Materialism is stripping us of our humanity..
To put it another way, Materialism causes an erosion of our humanity.
As sad as it may be, Our humanity leads to the effect of materialism.
This is a point I never got to steer the conversation to this direction, but I will close the week out with a short comment on it.
What is our humanity? I would imagine it is what separates humans from animals. Typically this is known as free will. Hmm, where was I going to go with this?
Meh, it’s getting too late. Basically, materialism is exclusively human, thus an aspect of humanity, not a dissolver of it.
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And don't forget the new podcast The DJ Show -
http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a blog about capitalism versus Communism. This week, I'm adding a little bit to it. Here it is \/
a classless society or not. They are capable of living in luxury, and most people will choose some manner of personal comfort. *Cough* Lord Acton *cough* Absolute power *cough*. .People who typically fight and are successful in gaining power are typically not sheep and angels.
Someone else mentioned about a stable country being able to produce a stable communism. I’ve got to call bushwashy on that. .Stability is driven from the lack of a power vacuum. So any change from a class system of capitalism to a classless communism to be to a façade. .Those in power wouldn’t give up power. A revolt wouldn’t happen in a stable country, so that’s the only way the transition could be made. Losing green pieces of paper doesn’t completely strip very powerful people of the affluence.
Also, if we strip the market of being able to determine the best course of action for our goods, then we have to give that power to a small group of people. I just don’t see how on extremely large scales this would be very effective. To some extent it is more viable in a country like China, but that is because they have a very homogenized population. That is not the case for the USA. Hell, we barely stay above anarchy through the use of states. Imagine if D.C. decided on a blanket decision on gay marriage. Look at the protesting and outrage that came from one state (California) banning it.
With as much ethnic, religious, and ideology diversity that exists, not letting the truest form of the people decide (the free market), I just don’t see how a society could thrive.
I think this is good for now.
This is an amendment to
Really, the reason why I chose this as this week’s Evening is because Guy 1 ended the conversation with something along the lines of Materialism is stripping us of our humanity..
To put it another way, Materialism causes an erosion of our humanity.
As sad as it may be, Our humanity leads to the effect of materialism.
This is a point I never got to steer the conversation to this direction, but I will close the week out with a short comment on it.
What is our humanity? I would imagine it is what separates humans from animals. Typically this is known as free will. Hmm, where was I going to go with this?
Meh, it’s getting too late. Basically, materialism is exclusively human, thus an aspect of humanity, not a dissolver of it.
As Always, you can find my posts at
Myspace http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll
Blogger http://daviddysart.blogspot.com/
DeviantArt http://avi101.deviantart.com/
TheOtaku http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/aviporium
And don't forget the new podcast The DJ Show -
http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A New Podcast and Poetry Wed-nes-day
A Podcast DJ
It’s time for the DJ.
Hear what they have to say
A second podcast
Collecting an odd cast.
Always spinning great
It was worth the wait.
This I can assure you
Miss it, and be a fool.
So get on iTunes
All you hooligans.
Subscribe and download
The DJ Show
To make some sense out of this, I present to you my newest podcast up on iTunes RIGHT NOW. I plan on this being miles and kilometers better than The Davidian Cast I did last year, which was basically first draft stories. .Hopefully I will continue to become a better writer, and maybe, just maybe, I can swing all of this into something.
The podcast will include a monthly episode that will include all of the posts I put in my blog as well as a story. .This means,
Open with the Song of the Week
Banter between myself and Jimmy Jom Jones.
Story Content (The first 4 episode should be Down, which the first part closed The Davidian Cast.
Banter
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Banter
An Evening on the Fireside
And then Performer of the Month
That’s the nuts and bolts of the regular, monthly episodes. I will also be dropping bonus episodes in including, hopefully, some vidcasts. Rather I can drop those in or not, I will also be starting a youtube channel to post those videos. What I have planned for those is just silliness. I’ll try to stay up with show notes also, but go ahead to itunes, search David Dysart for the best results. A lot of results come up when you put in The DJ Show.
Alright, peace and much love. I’m off to try to write some Sigler fanfic. Oh, and if you want to see an interesting and unique take of vampires, subscribe to The DJ Show! Gabriel will show up eventually there.
iTunes Link~~~~~~> http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=320469532
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Song of the Week
And we have another Song of the Week.
Hero of War
By
Rise Against
This is currently the Free music video of the week at iTunes. .It is a very sad and emotionally driven piece. I think it was a good call to go only with the guitar for instruments. As always, my heart and pride goes out to the men and women who have chosen to fight in the name of their country. .Thank you. .We ask them to fight, die, and even kill. Your service is greatly appreciated. .
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Hero of War
By
Rise Against
This is currently the Free music video of the week at iTunes. .It is a very sad and emotionally driven piece. I think it was a good call to go only with the guitar for instruments. As always, my heart and pride goes out to the men and women who have chosen to fight in the name of their country. .Thank you. .We ask them to fight, die, and even kill. Your service is greatly appreciated. .
As Always, you can find my posts at
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Friday, June 12, 2009
An Evening on the Fireside
An Evening on the Fireside with David 48
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a new, integrated blog segment, The Inter-Postal Hack (TIPH)
I will scour the interwebs for some source of amusement to illuminate the human condition (really just a joke), and post it for all of your enlightenment. For I know all of you work tirelessly in your expedition for knowledge and news. So here is the first, replacing this week’s Evening on the Fireside
Alright, so this is my version of the joke. .Following it, will be the version from the interwebs.
A man was flying over the Chinese borders, contracted by the government to well… I could tell you, but then I would have to end you. Anyways, this man’s plane went down in the forest, crashing and leaving him stranded in a foreign land. He wandered for days, weeks, surviving on bugs sand berries.
One day he came across a small stream and followed it down to a two-story shambles on its banks. Tears started welling in his eyes as he accepted the beauty before him. Stressed legs ran to the home and cut and scratched hands pounded on the door.
An ancient Chinese man with a grey beard that ran the length of his torso opened the door and looked at him.
“Uh, English?” the lost man pleaded.
The wrinkled man nodded and repeated, “English.”
“Please, my plane crashed and I’ve been lost in the woods for weeks. Can you spare a room and maybe directions to a village or town nearby.”
The Chinese man stepped back into his house with a bow as his arm showed inside of the room. “Certainly. I shall feed you and draw you a map for the morning.”
The American slid into the home, hands together and bowing repeatedly. “Thank you so much. I am eternally grateful.”
The Chinese man squeaked and scraped the door close as he said, “There is only one thing.”
The lost man looked through blurred eyes and listened.
“If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”
The American thought for a moment how old the man’s daughter would be, but dismissed the thought upon the food that awaited him now, and once he found a Micky D’s. “Yes, yes, anything you wish.”
“Now, go wash in the stream while my daughter and I prepare the food.”
The man again bowed and made his way out of the house and to the water. Upon washing, he returned to the smell of roasted animals.
The table was filled with a dozen bits of food, but the American couldn’t stop leering at the old man’s (supposed) daughter. She was the most ravishing thing he had ever seen. Anemic blood sank and centered.
The old man helped the American to his seat and whispered, “Three worst Chinese tortures.”
The American nodded and the three began eating the myriad of foods, the daughter eyeing him from time to time before quickly snapping back to her food.
As they finished, the American offered to help clean, but the old man brushed him up the stairs to rest. He left him with, “You sleep in my bed. I make map for you.”
The American bowed one last time and said, “Thank you both so much. I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay your kindness.”
“Just remember,” the old man said, “You will know unbearable pain if you lay with my daughter.”
The two separated and the American laid awake, thinking of the man’s daughter, running through fantasy after fantasy. Finally, with a groan, he snuck out of his room and found the daughter, lying on her bed, stripped of her clothes. A seductive smile later, and he was already of his clothes, clearing the room in only three steps.
They remained wrapped in passion until neither could move. As soon as he managed enough energy to get up, he limped back to his one-night bed. If he could have mustered a smile, he would have fallen asleep with one plastered on his face.
He began blinking to the sunlight and a pressure on his chest. Looking through the pain of morning sun, he saw the rock on his chest. On it, a note was posted that read:
Chinese Torture 1: Hundred pound rock on chest
He grabbed the rock as he thought, “Well, this isn’t that bad.” He grunted as he sat up, thinking, “Not really unbearable pain.” He picked the boulder up and walked it to the glassless window. He took a breath in, before heaving the rock out.
Half out of the window, the man noticed another note posted in the window that read:
Chinese Torture 2: Left testicle tied to Rock
With a choked throat, he managed to force his head down, to a rope running tight and leading out of the window. “Broken bones or a balless one,” ran through his head just before he leapt through the window.
Falling through the morning air, hands wrapped securely around a rope, no two ropes. He looked at the grass below him and saw the last of three Chinese Tortures.
Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bed post
And the internet version
A young man is wandering, lost, in a forest when he comes upon a small house. He knocks on the door and is greeted by an old Chinese man with a long grey beard. “I’m lost,” said the man, “Can you put me up for the night?”
“Certainly,” the Chinese man said, “but one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”
“OK,” said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old as well, and entered the house.
Over dinner the daughter came down the stairs. She was young, beautiful and had a fantastic body. She was obviously attracted to the young man as well, as she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him during the meal. Remembering the old man’s warning he ignored her and went up to bed alone.
During the night he could bear it no longer and snuck into her room for a night of passion. Near dawn, he quietly crept back to his room so the old man wouldn’t hear, exhausted but happy.
He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a large rock on his chest with a note on it that read:
“Chinese Torture 1: Large rock on chest.”
“Well, that’s easy,” he thought. “If that’s the best the old man can do then I don’t have much to worry about.” He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window and threw it out. As he did so, he noticed another note on it that read:
“Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle.”
In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was already getting close to taut. Figuring that a few broken bones was better than castration he jumped out of the window after the boulder. As he plummeted toward the ground he saw a large sign on the ground that read:
“Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bed post.”
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a new, integrated blog segment, The Inter-Postal Hack (TIPH)
I will scour the interwebs for some source of amusement to illuminate the human condition (really just a joke), and post it for all of your enlightenment. For I know all of you work tirelessly in your expedition for knowledge and news. So here is the first, replacing this week’s Evening on the Fireside
Alright, so this is my version of the joke. .Following it, will be the version from the interwebs.
A man was flying over the Chinese borders, contracted by the government to well… I could tell you, but then I would have to end you. Anyways, this man’s plane went down in the forest, crashing and leaving him stranded in a foreign land. He wandered for days, weeks, surviving on bugs sand berries.
One day he came across a small stream and followed it down to a two-story shambles on its banks. Tears started welling in his eyes as he accepted the beauty before him. Stressed legs ran to the home and cut and scratched hands pounded on the door.
An ancient Chinese man with a grey beard that ran the length of his torso opened the door and looked at him.
“Uh, English?” the lost man pleaded.
The wrinkled man nodded and repeated, “English.”
“Please, my plane crashed and I’ve been lost in the woods for weeks. Can you spare a room and maybe directions to a village or town nearby.”
The Chinese man stepped back into his house with a bow as his arm showed inside of the room. “Certainly. I shall feed you and draw you a map for the morning.”
The American slid into the home, hands together and bowing repeatedly. “Thank you so much. I am eternally grateful.”
The Chinese man squeaked and scraped the door close as he said, “There is only one thing.”
The lost man looked through blurred eyes and listened.
“If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”
The American thought for a moment how old the man’s daughter would be, but dismissed the thought upon the food that awaited him now, and once he found a Micky D’s. “Yes, yes, anything you wish.”
“Now, go wash in the stream while my daughter and I prepare the food.”
The man again bowed and made his way out of the house and to the water. Upon washing, he returned to the smell of roasted animals.
The table was filled with a dozen bits of food, but the American couldn’t stop leering at the old man’s (supposed) daughter. She was the most ravishing thing he had ever seen. Anemic blood sank and centered.
The old man helped the American to his seat and whispered, “Three worst Chinese tortures.”
The American nodded and the three began eating the myriad of foods, the daughter eyeing him from time to time before quickly snapping back to her food.
As they finished, the American offered to help clean, but the old man brushed him up the stairs to rest. He left him with, “You sleep in my bed. I make map for you.”
The American bowed one last time and said, “Thank you both so much. I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay your kindness.”
“Just remember,” the old man said, “You will know unbearable pain if you lay with my daughter.”
The two separated and the American laid awake, thinking of the man’s daughter, running through fantasy after fantasy. Finally, with a groan, he snuck out of his room and found the daughter, lying on her bed, stripped of her clothes. A seductive smile later, and he was already of his clothes, clearing the room in only three steps.
They remained wrapped in passion until neither could move. As soon as he managed enough energy to get up, he limped back to his one-night bed. If he could have mustered a smile, he would have fallen asleep with one plastered on his face.
He began blinking to the sunlight and a pressure on his chest. Looking through the pain of morning sun, he saw the rock on his chest. On it, a note was posted that read:
Chinese Torture 1: Hundred pound rock on chest
He grabbed the rock as he thought, “Well, this isn’t that bad.” He grunted as he sat up, thinking, “Not really unbearable pain.” He picked the boulder up and walked it to the glassless window. He took a breath in, before heaving the rock out.
Half out of the window, the man noticed another note posted in the window that read:
Chinese Torture 2: Left testicle tied to Rock
With a choked throat, he managed to force his head down, to a rope running tight and leading out of the window. “Broken bones or a balless one,” ran through his head just before he leapt through the window.
Falling through the morning air, hands wrapped securely around a rope, no two ropes. He looked at the grass below him and saw the last of three Chinese Tortures.
Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bed post
And the internet version
A young man is wandering, lost, in a forest when he comes upon a small house. He knocks on the door and is greeted by an old Chinese man with a long grey beard. “I’m lost,” said the man, “Can you put me up for the night?”
“Certainly,” the Chinese man said, “but one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”
“OK,” said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old as well, and entered the house.
Over dinner the daughter came down the stairs. She was young, beautiful and had a fantastic body. She was obviously attracted to the young man as well, as she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him during the meal. Remembering the old man’s warning he ignored her and went up to bed alone.
During the night he could bear it no longer and snuck into her room for a night of passion. Near dawn, he quietly crept back to his room so the old man wouldn’t hear, exhausted but happy.
He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a large rock on his chest with a note on it that read:
“Chinese Torture 1: Large rock on chest.”
“Well, that’s easy,” he thought. “If that’s the best the old man can do then I don’t have much to worry about.” He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window and threw it out. As he did so, he noticed another note on it that read:
“Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle.”
In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was already getting close to taut. Figuring that a few broken bones was better than castration he jumped out of the window after the boulder. As he plummeted toward the ground he saw a large sign on the ground that read:
“Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bed post.”
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