Happy Plague/Festive Devastation Haikus

Plague everywhere, yay!

What a wonderful Monday

Zombies on my lawn

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What a holiday

Destruction galore in town

Armaggeddon now

Magnetic Poetry

Just a quick session of random magnetic poetry.

Life for happy day

Busy, busy busy. That's how life has been for the past three weeks. Two weeks ago was Mulan Jr. for a week at the PAC. Last week was the final week of calculus before the AP prep started, gotta study and finish the chapter strong. This week is The Real Thing up at SC4 all week, and that doesn't even end until Sunday. Oh, and don't forget about the fact that the bars underneath the mattress on my bed are slowly falling off, no big deal, it's only the entire area of my back. So now my mattress is on my floor, which means there's no floor space, no room for my chair, no sitting at the computer, no using my desk, and there's not even enough time to take apart the bunk bed and get my floor back. And now, after being sick for a day, I've got a mountain of work to get done, in only the few hours before I leave for dress rehearsal. My Oma and Opa will be here this weekend as well, while I'm trying to squeeze in the time to finish making up for lost time, and clear out my room in anticipation for my new bed. Spring Break can not come quickly enough.

Gotta Catch 'em All

Gotta Catch ‘em All

Christmas Morning, 6 AM
As Erin and I crept through the living room
Flashlights in hand, eyes open wide
Getting a first peek at the magic of the tree

Erin Bear and Pikachu
Stacks of boxes, seemingly to the sky
And though it was only a couple hours
The anticipation lasted for years

Mom and Dad slowly got up
Their pace seemed like an agonizing crawl
Finally, we’re all around the tree
Paper tears and ribbons fly

And when all is said and done
The final prize, captivating and amazing,
Is mine at last, a golden screen
Of four blocks and 150 to see.

Rules to live by

Wake up early or stay up late,
every minute counts.
Keep an open mind,
but not an empty one.
Make your mistakes and move on,
it's too late to change them.
Knives are sharp,
no need to check.
Don't believe everything you hear or see,
at least smell it first.
Don't stand in the fire,
you won't last long.
Don't listen,
figure it out later.
Don't eat something,
if you can't see it cooked.
Never buy the extended warranty,
on anything. Ever.
Nothing works like it does on TV,
it's called marketing.
Listen to yourself,
it's really the only thought that matters.

My True Names

My real name is Andy
Yesterday, my name was Early Waker
Today my name is The Entertainer
Tomorrow, my name will be Free Beast Tamer
Secretly, my name is King of Knives
My name once was Roo

On Monday, my name is Episode IV: A New Hope
On Tuesday, my name is Monty Python and the Holy Grail
On Wednesday, my name is Groundhog Day
On Thursday, my name is The Return of the King
On Friday, my name is The Lion King
On Saturday, my name is The Dark Knight
On Sunday, my name is Ghostbusters 1&2

Picture #2

The sky appears to be a reflection, or possibly a mountain of some sort. More likely, it's Earth 2, back to get revenge for the end of Crisis on Infinite Earths, when Earth 3 and Earth 1 combined to create Earth Prime. All of the superheroes from Earth 2, who were actually the villains, discover a way to rejump through the multiverse, and in order to exact their revenge, though they can't exact anything, since they were wiped out from the antimatter created by the Anti-monitor. Regardless, they intend to crash earth 2 into earth Prime. All of this was recreated from memory, as it might actually be Earth 4 whose superheroes were villains, it's hard to keep track of.

Picture #1

Railroad tracks moving to the left, screeching to a halt just out of sight, running off the tracks down a hill with all the color of the world. When will it be back? The passengers all leave the train, glowsticks lighting their way, and their dog Robert Schneider sniffing the way to victory. Then in the forest, they come across a dead body, only it's not a dead body, it's a pinata, emptied of it's golden treasure. Overcome with grief over the murder of an innocent pinata, the man with the hat (there's always one) reveals that he is not a man with a hat at all. Everyone knows that beanies don't count as hats, and so the group is faced to figure out who the real man with the hat is. Interrogation goes on for hours, the millions of passengers are all arguing about how to find out who the man with the hat is. Surprise, the man with the hat was Robert Schneider all along, only it was hard to tell because they all thought it was a very elaborate collar. Tiny Tim ends the chaos with one sounding of the Horn of Gondor, which was quickly answered by the care bear pirates, who use their Men in Black flashers to wipe everyone's memories, convincing them that they were all a part of an elaborate pyramid scheme, which involved pinatas and men in hats.

I remember...

Spending time in the office with dad, bothering him while he worked, doing math at the desk, playing tanks on the apples, sitting in our room, talking to Erin, being afraid of the dreaded flinger, pretending to nap, watching the clock, waiting on the porch, the green monster behind the chair, running from zombies, walking to school, moving to my own room, playing in the kitchen, eating SpaghettiOs, playing Tairaq, getting the Compaq, moving the office downstairs, finding the bird, skipping school to go to Canada with dad, my first night at the theater, working backstage, Nova Scotia, the Beatles, buying my eMachines, Erin moving upstairs, ninth grade, my day alone in the theater, June 28th, the Zoo with Liam and the sandwich pack, the first day of second grade, the second day of first grade, the mall, the daddy store, Power Rangers, Dragonball, Gumby, Winter 2006, getting Raven, finding the cats next door, my first book, the road to Chicago, Octale and Hordak, king of the castle, Batman, Peanuts, the birthday game, pancake mornings, donut sundays, free pie, bowling, spaghetti sauce, the game of Life, Monopoly, Battleship.

Curse of the Morning

The dawn breaks, and I pop right out of bed, ready to start the day. Wait, no, that's not me. But, surely, when the alarm goes off at 7:30, I'm up? That might be true if I couldn't turn off my alarm while I was still sleeping. Eventually (Around 8 AM), someone comes in to wake me up, and after ten minutes I'm finally up. Scrambling to get ready in the fifteen minutes before I leave, I walk in a half-awake stupor to take a shower. After a shower that took far too long, due to the half-awakeness, I'm generally left with about ten minutes before we leave. I go back to my room to make sure my folders or books are together and get dressed, then finish off my last remaining moments to catch a video on YouTube before we go out the door. The car ride is usually when I finally wake up, most likely due to the freezing nature of the outdoors. For the time in the car, mom and I discuss random topics until I arrive at 8:30ish, just in time for Art. Usually around then I really wish I'd eaten breakfast, and though I say I will the next day, I never do.

Comment to Cody

I really like all the metaphors in this. They all give an image of something standing out from their surroundings, which I think is very representative of your uniqueness.

Green Dreams

I am a blade of grass

In the early spring

Swaying in the wind,

Sleeping in the dark

Relaxing in the dirt

I am the resilient pine

Rooted in the dirt

Enjoying the rain,

Enduring the snow

Hiding in the night

I am the great owl

Eyes of the night

Watching and waiting

Unseen by all

King of the dark

I am the waning moon

Awake alone

But shedding light

On a secret world

Of green dreams

Words of the Day Fantastipalooza

Kapellmeister - The Director of a choir or orchestra
Bidextrous - Using the left hand for some tasks, and the right hand for other tasks
Chiasmus - an inverted relationship between the syntactic elements of parallel phrases (as in Goldsmith's to stop too fearful, and too faint to go)
Bibber - a person who drinks regularly
Holothurian - Sea cucumber
Scheelite - a mineral consisting of the tungstate of calcium that is an ore of tungsten
Negatron - An electron with a negative charge, rather than a a positron. (Not to be confused with the archnemesis of Optimus Prime)
Skirl - A scream or shriek
Trysail - a fore-and-aft sail bent to a gaff and hoisted on a lower mast or a small mast close abaft
Panglossia - Excessively Optimistic
Whiffet - Insignificant person
Bunko - A swindle in which someone is cheated at gambling
Electrolyze - Decomposition via electrolysis
Ambuscade - An ambush, or to Ambush
Interlined - To write between the lines of print
Tabu - to Ostracize

A Cat and an Orc

Cat

by J.R.R. Tolkien

The fat cat on the mat

may seem to dream

of nice mice that suffice

for him, or cream;

but he free, maybe, walks in thought

unbowed, proud, where loud

roared and fought

his kin, lean and slim,

or deep in denin the East feasted on beasts

and tender men.

The giant lion with iron

claw in paw,

and huge ruthless tooth

in gory jaw;

the pard dark-starred,

fleet upon feet,

that oft soft from aloft

leaps upon his meat

where woods loom in gloom —

far now they be,

fierce and free,

and tamed is he;

but fat cat on the mat

kept as a pet

he does not forget.

The poem Cat by J.R.R. Tolkien is one of my favorites both because I'm a fan of Tolkien, and because the theme of the poem seems very important to me. The cat spends his time dreaming of being a lion, which is fierce and proud, and essentially the pinnacle of cathood. While the cat is obviously not going to become a lion, at the end of the poem it says the cat does not forget. I think the important theme here is to have a dream, even if unobtainable. Too often, people will say that you need to be realistic and stop having unachievable dreams. However, even if your dream, the "pinnacle of cathood" is out of reach, striving for it means that you're always being the best you can. You don't have to reach a goal for it to be worthwhile, rather, a goal you can't achieve means that if you're working towards it, you'll be improving endlessly, and in the end, what else matters?

Life, the Universe, and Everything

As the clock nears noon, the day has truly only begun. A day unlike most others, the first day back after multiple consecutive absences. The day crawls along, a seemingly endless wait after days of sleeping for twelve hours. The cause of this is not unfamiliar, just an aggravated case of a daily occurrence. And yet, as I sat in Dr. Diehl's office on a Friday morning, sinuses swelling with infection, I had to wonder what the consequences would be for this alienation. The worst had to be over, in that the regurgitation had already passed, but the suffering continued. If you've never had the pleasure of waking up in the morning with enough drainage running down your throat that you weren't sure you were breathing, you're not missing out. But the question had to be posed, so what? The sinus problem would pass, and while the thought of missing two days in calculus is worrying, by Tuesday, all the worry will be over. In the end, this infection won't really have any effect on the stream of my life. I probably won't even remember it in a week's time. (Though, my vanity will bring me back to read this, so there's not really a chance of that.) And now, with the clock slightly nearer to noon than when I sat down, a realization occurs. Given that it's now been less than a day since I was worried about the consequences and they've already passed, why worry about anything? Better to just decide and move on than to worry for your whole life.