What did I miss?

"On November 6, of last year I went to Traveling Through Time and Town at Shorter University. It lasted about 40 minutes, maybe a little more, and had about 30 or 40 people in attendance. It being my first college concert, I expected it to be longer and have more people in the audience, especially with it being at a university. Before I start criticizing the concert, I just want to say that it was overall, an alright or mediocre production. That being said getting to where the performance was taking place and a few parts of the concert itself was bad. Getting to Shorter was easy and the campus was very nice. Finding the chapel on campus where the concert was taking place wasn’t hard either, but when me and my friend walked in, we had no idea where to go as there were no signs. Later we found out that if we would of just went straight up the stairs that we would have been where we needed to be, but of course we went right and accidentally met up with the chorus. We walked all around the chapel getting an accidental tour and even found a door we could have used to sneak in and not have to pay, but we needed the programs so we eventually found the right place to get in. We took balcony seats and started looking over the program to see if we knew any of the songs and just see what would be coming. Soon more people started to filter in and then the chorus came on stage. Now skipping a song and going to Holy, Holy, Holy. I’ve heard this hymn a lot of times and never have I heard it performed so badly because of the beat boxer they added, I assume to make it more modern. Now the other songs were fine with few mistakes but this song alone made it a worse experience." That was a little excerpt from a past concert report of mine. I am a good critic.

Almost Done

So close to being done with blogs, that is good because I'm running out of stuff to type. I recently beat a video game called Mass Effect 3. I would of given the game a perfect score, I mean I loved it. BUT it has one of the worst endings (and there are multiple endings, but I'm talking about them all) I have ever seen in any entertainment medium whether it is television shows, movies, or games it stunk. Now here is some information on Praxiteles the Greek sculptor. Not much is known about Praxiteles but what is known is that he was born in Athens, Greece. His area of expertise was art, mainly sculpting. He wasn’t a philosopher, he didn’t change or revolutionize anything but he was exceptional at sculpting. Praxiteles was a very famous sculptor of his time, he was the first sculptor to sculpt the nude woman form full-scale. He was also most famous for his god and goddesses sculptures, like the Aphrodite of Cridus or Hermes and the baby Dionysus. He eventually started a school of art focusing mainly on sculpting and usually he and his students used marble for his sculptures like most sculptors of his time. It is believed that his father‘s name was Cephisodotus the Elder and that he fell in love with one of his models, Thespian courtesan Phryne which he had children with. Not much is known of his children but one of his grandchildren named Praxiteles was also a very famous sculptor and followed in his footsteps. It was very common for names to appear every other generation in Greek society. His grandson sculpted but different than what he did, like his grandson was most known for his sculptures of the poor. The estimated time of his birth was 390 B.C. and estimated death was 330 B.C. putting his death just before Alexander the Great came into power. It is said that if Praxiteles was still alive than he more in likely would have been hired by Alexander. That is how good he was. Information from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praxiteles

who are you?

My spring break was basically a normal week with a few exceptions. I went to work, played games, went over to friend's house hung-out and saw John Carter. John Carter was a solid 8/10, so it did have a couple of problems but was still good to watch. Another good movie is Braveheart one of the many movies Mel Gibson was in before he went crazy. It is set in a post-apocalyptic Iceland, where humans have been set back in to the feudal system. Mel Gibson or William Wallace as he is called in the movie, is the protagonist and at the beginning of the movie his parents die of nuclear radiation. Shortly after his uncle, William Stryker or a cyclops, as that is what he plays in this movie, comes to take custody of the child and take him around the world to assess the full damage from the nuclear war and teach William pig latin. After leaving for an extended amount of time, I would guess about fifteen years, William comes back to Iceland after learning pig latin and finally having slain the cyclops. He spent so much time away assessing the nuclear damage, that the Earth's atmosphere actually had time to heal, so it was all for nothing. To deal with the sadness of a wasted fifteen years he throws rocks, big rocks with the village barbarian, in hopes of hitting the rabbit which has been messing with the village gardens. Then during a wedding that William is attending the NNR show up or the New Nazi Regime shows up to take back their spy they planted in the village to locate the last and only nuke not fired in the previous war. Then the savage natives of Iceland and the NNR have a huge battle over the nuke and William paints his face blue, and that is as far as I got in the movie.   

Today is a good day

I am almost out for spring break hell's bells, it is awesome. I am going to sit at home for almost all of it only leaving to work out or work on school work, but when I am at home you better believe I am just going to be playing some games. I have not played any games for a while so I am suffering from gaming withdrawals. I am going to play Prince of Persia, probably Warrior Within, Demon's Souls, Revelations, Gears, maybe pick up Twisted Metal, or Asura's Wrath, or SSX, or Streetfighter X Tekken, but definetly Mass Effect 3. So I got a lot on my plate as far as choosing who to help, who to kill, and who to beat up. I wish I didn't have any school work, but I do as self-proclaimed director, producer, and writer for my Human Communication group's infomercial; I have to write out a script, find the funding for our props, and tell everyone my vision. In the end it should be outstanding though with my hard work and skills, can't forget them skills, ain't nobody got, I said ain't nobody got as good uh skills as me. Besides all of the work having to do with my masterpiece, it should be a marvelous spring break, filled with loads of normality as I am not going anywhere and probably will still go to the t-shirt shop I work at to....work. I am going to try my best to have fun with it and do what I want to do though. What I hope to be able to do is complete Mass Effect 3, Demon Souls, and Warrior Within, while trying to fit in playing Magic The Gathering somewhere hopefully. Only time will tell if my spring break will live up to my dreams of it, as I have been waiting on it for a long time.     

Labradoodle

I watched Dr. Phil again today. I do not like that guy at all and I do not like his show. Today, he had a married couple on the show, which isn't new, but what the guy had done is. In the past five years of his marriage or sometime around that anyway, he had an affair with twenty-three men, two women, and a transgendered woman. That is a lot of affairs, but anyways my point has to do with the treatment of the transgendered woman. She is someone very different, let us instantly reject her. A Labradoodle is something different, in fact I honestly did not know of their existence until today, and yet everybody loves them. I am not saying find yourself a transgendered person and embrace them, but I am saying people are getting more receptive as far as the gay community goes. Yet when of the homosexual men wants to be a woman or believes he was supposed to be one, let us all treat them like a leper or that relative that has a couple STD s. When you accept one group of sexual deviants you are going to have to learn to accept them all. How stupid is the name Labradoodle? I have never broken any bones. To make up for the fact that I have premature grey hair, trouble gaining weight whether it be muscle or fat, and well a lot of flaws, I was given supernatural bones. They are real hard to break maybe even invincible or indestructible. I am thinking about buying a costume soon to fight crime and beat people up for breaking the law. I am thinking multiple broken bones (hah aha, that is me laughing) and multiple lacerations, just basically beating the person down. There is not anything wrong with that.

Carpet man

Looking at this person in a costume, (I'm pretty sure it is a man but you can't be sure) I'm wondering about the picture in the bottom part of what looks to be staff. I noticed the faces on and spread throughout his outfit and what looks like flowers. As to the location of where the picture is being taken, I think it is in central or south America because they are known for this sort of extravagance during their celebrations. 

Live long and Prosper

I'm having to go to a funeral Friday. This is going to be the fourth one in my soon to be nineteen years. At this rate I am going to end up going to at least sixteen before I pass on. So far the ones I have been to I didn't really feel any remorse or need to mourne while being there. I dont know if it's because of my age or the fact that I wasnt that close to any of the people. Even though my grandma did go to just about all of my birthdays, frequently gave me gifts, and babysat me, I still did not feel much remorse. I dont consider myself to be apathetic necessarily but I do suffer from a lack of empathy. This funeral I'm going to this friday is for my dad's stepfather, and during the phone call received to be notified of it, my dad why crying. This is unusual because the only times my dad cries is after a night of violence and drunken stupor, or in the case of when his mom passed away. Every time I'm always worried about what to wear to the funerals because depending on who it is there seems to be at least one person at the funeral who seems to be checking everyones appearance, and notifies them if they don't meet the standard. I find this odd because at my own funeral I would not care if everyone showed up buck-naked and I wouldnt care if there was an orgy on top of my coffin. Because to say the person who was dead, would even deserve to have someone dress for them during the wake or funeral. This man who died was a good man, so I respect him and will dress my best. If the next funeral I go to is for someone who doesnt deserve respect I will not put much thought into my appearance.