I've decided to post a little of what I have for my next novel. It will take me a while to make this one, been creating it in my head for the last couple years, and finally I have the will to write it down. Hope you enjoy.
Story#3 - Untitled
Hart could feel the rage within him begining to tear at his insides, a thunderstorm brewing in. Tears streamed down his face and he could feel his contempt of killing this bastard, begining to way heavily over everything he was, mind and soul. His teeth grinded, his eyes narrowed more focused then they had ever been, and felt something within him stirring up, a reaction to the feral instict of fear and anger.
Energy.
Raw and potent energy. It was almost familiar, almost a second nature. He struggled his whole life, a stranger to his family and friends, all to find some connection with the beast stirring inside him, some way to connect to himself.
Hart wanted to explode, no pun intended. How many people did this guy need to kill in order to satisfy his need? Or maybe he didn't want to stop, maybe he'd continue his rampage and murdering and hurt more innocence on his way. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know what he could do, but it didn't stop the rage and anger that was inside him from trying anyways.
He snapped.
His left arm stretched foward with his hand open, the ground beneith him began tearing away. He brought a smile up to his lips, a grimacing hateful smile. He stared off into the distance, about 150 feet away from him in the sky was the asshole who killed his brother. Without any warning, without the slightest summoning of energy, Hart split a round golden metal wall between them. A round wall with creases split through it in 8 places all aligned around the giant. In the middle of the construct in the shape of a small fist there was a chunk of metal missing. With his hand spread out forward and open, as if connecting with the gate itself, the wall began to retract inwards, leaving only a hallowed ring in the sky about 400 feet in circumfrence.
Energy in its rawest form combined with human rage, not exactly a healthy combo. Vashra laughed, not exactly easy to do when incased in somebody's soul. He knew he was going to die and he was ok with it. He knew that Hart only wanted to protect his friends and family from disaster, wanted to revenge his familly's death by killing Nova. It was mutual, they both wanted what was coming.
Both emotion and energy suddently burst from Hart's hand at a rediculous level, destruction on a whole new level but casting feedback at its abuser. The energy soared up and collided with the gate and all hell broke loose. The gate was used to amplify energy, and with this kind of energy you're looking at pure destruction on a level that makes chernobyl look like a joke. The entire circumfrence of the gate beamed a blinding cobalt light. The earth, to put it lightly, shook. It erupted forth and instantly Hart regretted doing what he did but it was necessary. The energy caused the emotion of hate and fear to spread with it making it viral, anyone in the vacinity of earth was going to feel this one.
Hart thought he heard a scream ahead but it was a sound made so quick and innaudable, he wasn't sure it existed. All he knew was that there was nothing else between his energy he cast forth and the sky infront of him, and he also knew he couldn't stop. His hate and fury, the dark emotions causing a visible cast of energy, began glowing in hues of Cobalt. He let his muscles relax just for a moment, a moment long enough to show me that he was alright with this. In a suddent burst of light his body was no more, and the gate became etheral, the energy ceasing to cast forward. The gates presence lingered for a little longer, and then vanished. My brother sacrificed himself to save us.
Fucking asshole... I love you too.
About Me
- Jay D
- 23 years old, 6 foot tall, 170lbs, you know.. the whole shabang. I enjoy flash animating random things that usually get a laugh or two, I like making videos of random things and making pod casts.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
short story #2
Short Story #2 - Exploring Kevin's mind.
What would you do if you could warp the fabric of time and space itself, the ability to change reality at will just by simply thinking. What if it never stopped, what if every thought you had came to life, would you be able to keep your sanity? Kevin Lacombre, the 19 year old soon to be father, had developed this ability when he hit puberty. He was 13 which is ironic, I know. Now understanding his ability is not an easy thing to grasp but I'll try to narrow it down for you, give you a basic idea, how ever complex it might be.
Kevin was over visiting his pregnant girlfriend, she was due in a few weeks. The horomones that affected her from it drove her in wild moon swings, not the greatest thing to bestow upon a young adult with the ability to change the world. She would be loving one moment, then angry about nothing the next. This happened almost on an hourly basis, and he held his composure for as long as he could. Finally he snapped, his mind grasping at ideas. Very, very dark ideas. At first he started thinking about different ways to shut her up, ducttape, metal drilled into her mouth, her lips turning to zippers which could close and be locked, and welding. Each thought jolted in a change of reality, litterally causing her mouth to change form at his will. He laughed in a disgusted manner, mild amusement flashed through his eyes as he slowly tortured the woman. He then drew his attention to killing her, the amusement growing in his cold lifeless eyes. She exploded into little peices then reformed. She lit on fire and ran around the room screaming, putrid fumes filling the air, then reformed without a scent. Then her head exploded and she fell to the ground, lifeless. Then she returned back to normal. He relaxed, calming his mind. She stared at him blankly for a sec then continued on her rampage of hormones.
Nothing had actually happened, he kept the timeline correct, reverted everything back to normal. The horrible thing about this disease was that it broke your sanity, you couldn't keep track of what was real and what wasn't. But I suppose when your mind conjures everything into existance, it becomes real, even if only for a short period of time.
*This needs major revision, its a base idea for a novel I've been thinking of.*
What would you do if you could warp the fabric of time and space itself, the ability to change reality at will just by simply thinking. What if it never stopped, what if every thought you had came to life, would you be able to keep your sanity? Kevin Lacombre, the 19 year old soon to be father, had developed this ability when he hit puberty. He was 13 which is ironic, I know. Now understanding his ability is not an easy thing to grasp but I'll try to narrow it down for you, give you a basic idea, how ever complex it might be.
Kevin was over visiting his pregnant girlfriend, she was due in a few weeks. The horomones that affected her from it drove her in wild moon swings, not the greatest thing to bestow upon a young adult with the ability to change the world. She would be loving one moment, then angry about nothing the next. This happened almost on an hourly basis, and he held his composure for as long as he could. Finally he snapped, his mind grasping at ideas. Very, very dark ideas. At first he started thinking about different ways to shut her up, ducttape, metal drilled into her mouth, her lips turning to zippers which could close and be locked, and welding. Each thought jolted in a change of reality, litterally causing her mouth to change form at his will. He laughed in a disgusted manner, mild amusement flashed through his eyes as he slowly tortured the woman. He then drew his attention to killing her, the amusement growing in his cold lifeless eyes. She exploded into little peices then reformed. She lit on fire and ran around the room screaming, putrid fumes filling the air, then reformed without a scent. Then her head exploded and she fell to the ground, lifeless. Then she returned back to normal. He relaxed, calming his mind. She stared at him blankly for a sec then continued on her rampage of hormones.
Nothing had actually happened, he kept the timeline correct, reverted everything back to normal. The horrible thing about this disease was that it broke your sanity, you couldn't keep track of what was real and what wasn't. But I suppose when your mind conjures everything into existance, it becomes real, even if only for a short period of time.
*This needs major revision, its a base idea for a novel I've been thinking of.*
Short Stories - #1
Well for the time being I'm going to be writing a bunch of short stories, possibly to use in novels at a later date if the idea hammers upon me like a whack-a-mole. This is my first short story, a 15 minute production of my work. If anyone reads these I'd be more than happy if you could critisize, praise, or just comment vaguely upon my writing. I'll even except flaming, because arguing about something is just another way of showing me your a fan :)
Short Story #1 - I hope your hungry for hell.
It was getting worse, the darkness encasing her fragile form as she shook uncontrollably, curled up in a ball. "Oh God, Help me" she murmured lightly to her self, the last thing she needed were things to get worse. Then the noises came, leaving goosebumpbs running along her spine, noises that escaped the realm of possibility. She attempted to focus, to push past the fear, but the noises continued to crush her mentality, grasping on to her mind too tightly to free herself from it. In the small confines of her office, from the center of the room, a dark hue of red lights began to form, ripping the ground open beneith it.
She started choking, gasping for air as the smouldering carpet began to burn, ash and ember hammering down hard like a storm. She finally sat herself up, pulling her legs close to her chest, only able to watch as the nightmares began to form infront of her. Dark shadow-like figures started to take form, almost humanoid. Branch like fingers, etheral and grimacing, started lurching forward towards her, stalking her unmoving body. She wanted to let out a scream, she wanted someone to come save her from the hell she had laid down for herself. What she had done to deserve this she wasn't sure of, but she knew in some small way that it was her sins that caused this vision to appear.
The shadow creature crawled closer to her, up and around the walls that she rest upon, the only light in the room caused by the hovering ball of crimson energy. It grabbed her with lightning like speed, she wasn't sure it had happened at all, and began rag dolling her around the room without resistance, without a struggle of any kind. She screamed as she hit walls, the desk she had worked at for nearly two years, then into the floor. She lay on the floor beaten, struggling to recover her breath. It felt like an eternity, like forever that she lay on the floor although only seconds passed. Maybe it was over, and maybe someone had heard her scream, maybe someone would come to her rescue.
Then as if she had known what was coming next, in a primal reaction of absolute fear, she dug her nails into the remaining carpet. She was being dragged, some etheral being had her by her feet and was leading her towards the hole in the ground. As she got closer to the hole, closer to the burning ball of fierce energy, she could feel her muscles start to give up on her. With the rest of her might and will she dug harder into the floors, and let loose a kick towards the creature that held her tightly. *Poof*. Her kick went right through the apparitions head, shadow and dust parting away and then forming back within a split of a second. She had nothing left, and the creature dragged her closer to the hole. Her body was too big, and it struggled to bring her down. Thank the heavens she thought.
Then before she could scream, a grimacing, ashen skeletal hand reached up from the ground underneither her and plucked her into the earth. She screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late, she had no escape anymore. The ground began to patch itself up and she was no more, no longer part of the human world. She was now his slave, she would spend the rest of time paying for her sins.
Short Story #1 - I hope your hungry for hell.
It was getting worse, the darkness encasing her fragile form as she shook uncontrollably, curled up in a ball. "Oh God, Help me" she murmured lightly to her self, the last thing she needed were things to get worse. Then the noises came, leaving goosebumpbs running along her spine, noises that escaped the realm of possibility. She attempted to focus, to push past the fear, but the noises continued to crush her mentality, grasping on to her mind too tightly to free herself from it. In the small confines of her office, from the center of the room, a dark hue of red lights began to form, ripping the ground open beneith it.
She started choking, gasping for air as the smouldering carpet began to burn, ash and ember hammering down hard like a storm. She finally sat herself up, pulling her legs close to her chest, only able to watch as the nightmares began to form infront of her. Dark shadow-like figures started to take form, almost humanoid. Branch like fingers, etheral and grimacing, started lurching forward towards her, stalking her unmoving body. She wanted to let out a scream, she wanted someone to come save her from the hell she had laid down for herself. What she had done to deserve this she wasn't sure of, but she knew in some small way that it was her sins that caused this vision to appear.
The shadow creature crawled closer to her, up and around the walls that she rest upon, the only light in the room caused by the hovering ball of crimson energy. It grabbed her with lightning like speed, she wasn't sure it had happened at all, and began rag dolling her around the room without resistance, without a struggle of any kind. She screamed as she hit walls, the desk she had worked at for nearly two years, then into the floor. She lay on the floor beaten, struggling to recover her breath. It felt like an eternity, like forever that she lay on the floor although only seconds passed. Maybe it was over, and maybe someone had heard her scream, maybe someone would come to her rescue.
Then as if she had known what was coming next, in a primal reaction of absolute fear, she dug her nails into the remaining carpet. She was being dragged, some etheral being had her by her feet and was leading her towards the hole in the ground. As she got closer to the hole, closer to the burning ball of fierce energy, she could feel her muscles start to give up on her. With the rest of her might and will she dug harder into the floors, and let loose a kick towards the creature that held her tightly. *Poof*. Her kick went right through the apparitions head, shadow and dust parting away and then forming back within a split of a second. She had nothing left, and the creature dragged her closer to the hole. Her body was too big, and it struggled to bring her down. Thank the heavens she thought.
Then before she could scream, a grimacing, ashen skeletal hand reached up from the ground underneither her and plucked her into the earth. She screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late, she had no escape anymore. The ground began to patch itself up and she was no more, no longer part of the human world. She was now his slave, she would spend the rest of time paying for her sins.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
So I suppose I owe EA Games an apology for my last post about NFS:Hot Persuit, and an apology I will gladly give. Yesterday I stated that this game wasn't as good as it should be and I still stick with what I said but as the gameplay actually goes I've come to love this game. Even without the functionality of customization this game seems to be everything that the NFS series has been about: Driving really fast, racing, knocking your enemies off the road, and getting really PISSED OFF because THAT FUCKING CAR KEEPS POPPING OUT OF NO WHERE MAKING ME CRASH INTO IT!!! GRAWRRRRR!!!!!
But I suppose that makes the game more interesting.
But I suppose that makes the game more interesting.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Alright so COD went over well and the DL finished. I popped it open and had a bit of a hard time installing it but finally figured it out. After playing Need for Speed: Hot Persuit for an hour and a half I've weighed heavily down on the pro's and con's of the game. I like the game for its better graphics, it's fluent gameplay and for the new arsenal of weapons. Unfortunately what I don't like about this game is the lack of customization. You don't get to change parts, no custom paint jobs, just using stock vehicles. Also when in a race and being chased by the popo, once you finish the race the game just stops and brings you to the next objective. I liked Underground 2 for the fact that once the race was over freeroam took place instantly and it was left to you to get rid of the cops.
So with the Pro's and Con's of this game, the Con's seemingly taking the lead, I'd like to give this game a 9/10 but unfortunately I can't. I give this game a 7.5/10 for its graphics and gameplay, but missing points on gamestyle leveling. I'll still end up playing this game for a while though.
For those looking to buy this game for it's story line: Don't, there doesn't seem to be much story in the career mode. This game is more for multiplayer experience which isn't a bad thing, but the game definately does lack in the creative story line.
So with the Pro's and Con's of this game, the Con's seemingly taking the lead, I'd like to give this game a 9/10 but unfortunately I can't. I give this game a 7.5/10 for its graphics and gameplay, but missing points on gamestyle leveling. I'll still end up playing this game for a while though.
For those looking to buy this game for it's story line: Don't, there doesn't seem to be much story in the career mode. This game is more for multiplayer experience which isn't a bad thing, but the game definately does lack in the creative story line.
Well I'm definately excited to try out the new Need for speed: Hot persuit game that I'm *looks around suspiciously* downloading now... shhh I know XD. No no, buying the real game is a good way to play it, downloading it is a good way to test it :)
I've been a real big NFS fan over the last decade now, and for what reason I'm still not sure. Maybe its the fact that I like the idea of driving with no limits, maybe its because my dad liked playing it with us as kids, maybe its because dodging police in a virtual world seems much more reasonabe than doing so in real life. Who knows right? And for those saying that you know, well then thanks, maybe you should become my psychologist. God knows I need one hahaha.
So for the last two days I've been off work, and this is the first time in about 3 months that I have two days off from work in a row. Now this sounds awesome right? and I agree! But unfortunately things aren't as good as they should be. The only time I get two days off work together, I manage to get sick. Ohwell, perfect timing I suppose right? Guess this means I get to go into work without too much of a fuss.
Hoping that this april I might get my new job, and I'd be happy about that. Not sure whether I should get a new job until then or do I just stay with this one and make my job experience look a little better than it has over the last couple years. *gulp*
Anyways I'm off to play BlackOps2 again, and I don't care what you say. It's a wicked game and I'd still probably rape your ass at it, figuratively ofcourse ;)
I've been a real big NFS fan over the last decade now, and for what reason I'm still not sure. Maybe its the fact that I like the idea of driving with no limits, maybe its because my dad liked playing it with us as kids, maybe its because dodging police in a virtual world seems much more reasonabe than doing so in real life. Who knows right? And for those saying that you know, well then thanks, maybe you should become my psychologist. God knows I need one hahaha.
So for the last two days I've been off work, and this is the first time in about 3 months that I have two days off from work in a row. Now this sounds awesome right? and I agree! But unfortunately things aren't as good as they should be. The only time I get two days off work together, I manage to get sick. Ohwell, perfect timing I suppose right? Guess this means I get to go into work without too much of a fuss.
Hoping that this april I might get my new job, and I'd be happy about that. Not sure whether I should get a new job until then or do I just stay with this one and make my job experience look a little better than it has over the last couple years. *gulp*
Anyways I'm off to play BlackOps2 again, and I don't care what you say. It's a wicked game and I'd still probably rape your ass at it, figuratively ofcourse ;)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Holy Butt Blasting Hookers Batman! My girlfriend just recently started up her own blog! I guess I'm in competion now, which I suppose is refreshing because no one so far has been even close to this kind of perfection! Wanna see her page? I guess I could post it on my site, but I'm not going to. Nah I'm kidding! She'd kill me if I didn't ;)
http://kaylajaneblog.blog.com/
http://kaylajaneblog.blog.com/
Monday, November 22, 2010
Alrighty then! So it seems twitter isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, hell it's addictive as shit! I don't know how these social things get so much attraction but damn does it work.
Not much has been happening lately: I still have my shitty job, not really doing anything new than sitting at home playing on the `puter. Black Ops is pretty chill, if I were to give it a score from 1 - 10 I'd stick with a 6. The gameplay is much different from COD: Mw2 but it's not a bad thing, actually I think this game reminds me alot of COD4 which was awesome.
Pokerstars has been nice to me over the last couple days. I dunno if its because I'm more ballsy now with my hands or if it's all to do with luck but it's working for me. Got knocked out of a tourney late last week, had a fullhouse and they flopped the quads. Made me sad for about a moment then I got over the $1.20 loss.
I'll keep up some more posts likely to happen this week. Until next time!
Not much has been happening lately: I still have my shitty job, not really doing anything new than sitting at home playing on the `puter. Black Ops is pretty chill, if I were to give it a score from 1 - 10 I'd stick with a 6. The gameplay is much different from COD: Mw2 but it's not a bad thing, actually I think this game reminds me alot of COD4 which was awesome.
Pokerstars has been nice to me over the last couple days. I dunno if its because I'm more ballsy now with my hands or if it's all to do with luck but it's working for me. Got knocked out of a tourney late last week, had a fullhouse and they flopped the quads. Made me sad for about a moment then I got over the $1.20 loss.
I'll keep up some more posts likely to happen this week. Until next time!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Goodbye Champions
The champions are leaving to return home and times could never be better. Now the comment I just made could seem apathetic or even cruel but its intentions are not so. I will miss them dearly for the time they are gone but maybe it's a good thing. I've needed to get my life in check and I'm sure that many of them have too, maybe in time both the Champions and myself will meet again when our lives aren't so messed up.
To Kerry, I will miss you dearly and even though our time together was shorter than it should have been, you are a very good friend and a treasure not to be mishandled.
Ryan, You're a little goof with good intentions and remind me much of myself. You are my brother from another mother, don't forget it.
Chloe, Our time together was a little rough but we remained friends through the good and the bad. We shall see you soon.
Margaret, you are my second mother and a very well mannered host. With that being said you definately have a fire inside of you that comes in to play at the exact right time that it is needed.
Geoff, You're a prick when it comes to poker and a cynasist to all but we know you mean it with love regardless whether you wish to admit it or not. Keep going the way you are and hell, you'll probably have to lend me $200,000 from your 4mil winnings in one hand of cash poker. Cheers lad.
And to Darren, I don't have anything to say really. You will be the one I miss most, my partner in crime. The times we've had together, bad and horrible, have been amazing to experience and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'll be missing you bud, come back to us in one piece.
Finally to the Champions as a familly: You're Brittish charm persuaded us to love you but only for so long. The emotions that we Canadians will keep in our hearts for you will forever be embraced, and until we meet again.
Ps: The accent is only cool here
Pss: Enjoy the rain
Ppss: Come back soon...........So I can make some more money off you in poker ;)
Sincerely, Jay.
To Kerry, I will miss you dearly and even though our time together was shorter than it should have been, you are a very good friend and a treasure not to be mishandled.
Ryan, You're a little goof with good intentions and remind me much of myself. You are my brother from another mother, don't forget it.
Chloe, Our time together was a little rough but we remained friends through the good and the bad. We shall see you soon.
Margaret, you are my second mother and a very well mannered host. With that being said you definately have a fire inside of you that comes in to play at the exact right time that it is needed.
Geoff, You're a prick when it comes to poker and a cynasist to all but we know you mean it with love regardless whether you wish to admit it or not. Keep going the way you are and hell, you'll probably have to lend me $200,000 from your 4mil winnings in one hand of cash poker. Cheers lad.
And to Darren, I don't have anything to say really. You will be the one I miss most, my partner in crime. The times we've had together, bad and horrible, have been amazing to experience and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'll be missing you bud, come back to us in one piece.
Finally to the Champions as a familly: You're Brittish charm persuaded us to love you but only for so long. The emotions that we Canadians will keep in our hearts for you will forever be embraced, and until we meet again.
Ps: The accent is only cool here
Pss: Enjoy the rain
Ppss: Come back soon...........So I can make some more money off you in poker ;)
Sincerely, Jay.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Today, what does the word mean? Why reference by days, months or even years? Time is something that stands against us, it's not on our side, regardless of what time brings you it will eventually end. It did today for one of my best friends, albeit not human but my dear Vixen. She lived to be about 3, she was always full of energy and always explored regardless the situation. She was white with a long brownish tail, her whiskers were cute and made her eyes ever more evangical. And now she's gone, none of her previous traits matter anymore because she's gone. I don't know how I dealt with it, I'm still not sure if I've delt with it. I don't really think I've ever dealt with anything in my life, I usually just find some place deep inside that isn't full yet and store it there. Even when I feel like I'm at the brink of my own existance I still manage to dig and dig, makes me feel like I'm my own graveyard. How many people have died is all of our years on Earth, how many have lived to tell its tale; Makes me sick to think that life is one sided. I used to quote myself alot saying "No one dies without having a threesome, life and death are two nasty bitches that just want to fuck you." I'm not sure I could quote that anymore, admitting to my own fears and weaknesses just makes me more depressed. I was hoping to avoid this sounding emo but when it comes down to it, are emotions really something we should hide? I've hidden every emotion I've ever had and felt; And why, so I could seem strong to the ones I love? The only thing I see myself as is empty, a shell that remains from its once gleeming owner, a man with passion and fire in his eyes. That died a long time ago, I'm not sure what happened but what ever it was, it did happen.
Maybe it was my Grandfather's death, maybe it was my Grandmother's death, or maybe there is nothing that triggered my anger and fears and these are all thoughts of my own doing. It's been along time since my Granthfather was around, he died of cancer in 1999, two days before Christmas. Needless to say I now don't beleive in these fairytale holidays, I won't even celebrate my own birth. What is the point I ask, why celebrate something that will only bring death. Life is a little too over-rated for my tastes, I mean why celebrate a life when we all know it's just bound to expire eventually. Do we celebrate when we open a carton of milk and it's fresh? Do we celebrate a cow's ability to expunge white liquids into buckets for our own digestion? No, none of these are things we praise daily so why is life so greatly admired?
I mean sure, life is full of wonderful things like friends, love, and memories; what importance does any of this have though. Friends are only friends until you do something they don't like or until you go your separate ways. Love is something we all search for but never manage to find, realisticly there is no such thing as love just an over-expressed emotion of joy. And memories, the one thing that captivates me, the lies from our past to our future. Memories are nothing but stories, and stories are such twistable and creatable compounds of words; Nothing More, Nothing Less. Life really doesn't mean a whole lot in the greater aspect of things. Do you think the sun, the moon, or any possible life in other galaxies care whether we live or not? Maybe Charles Manson had it right, maybe some need to be picked from the herd for quality control.
Please note: this is not the cries of a depressed fool, it is merely a way to vent my stress and anger in a unique way. I am quite content living my life and no, I'm not the next Charles Manson...yet ;)
Maybe it was my Grandfather's death, maybe it was my Grandmother's death, or maybe there is nothing that triggered my anger and fears and these are all thoughts of my own doing. It's been along time since my Granthfather was around, he died of cancer in 1999, two days before Christmas. Needless to say I now don't beleive in these fairytale holidays, I won't even celebrate my own birth. What is the point I ask, why celebrate something that will only bring death. Life is a little too over-rated for my tastes, I mean why celebrate a life when we all know it's just bound to expire eventually. Do we celebrate when we open a carton of milk and it's fresh? Do we celebrate a cow's ability to expunge white liquids into buckets for our own digestion? No, none of these are things we praise daily so why is life so greatly admired?
I mean sure, life is full of wonderful things like friends, love, and memories; what importance does any of this have though. Friends are only friends until you do something they don't like or until you go your separate ways. Love is something we all search for but never manage to find, realisticly there is no such thing as love just an over-expressed emotion of joy. And memories, the one thing that captivates me, the lies from our past to our future. Memories are nothing but stories, and stories are such twistable and creatable compounds of words; Nothing More, Nothing Less. Life really doesn't mean a whole lot in the greater aspect of things. Do you think the sun, the moon, or any possible life in other galaxies care whether we live or not? Maybe Charles Manson had it right, maybe some need to be picked from the herd for quality control.
Please note: this is not the cries of a depressed fool, it is merely a way to vent my stress and anger in a unique way. I am quite content living my life and no, I'm not the next Charles Manson...yet ;)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I do apologize for my absence but the blog will continue to be posted 2 times a week from now on. The blog style has changed, it is no longer news related, it is simply somewhere I can type freely without concern. Hoozah =^.^=
Starting Tuesdays and Thursdays (possibly one on the weekend but don't sit at your computer waiting for it, it might just not happen). Sorry for the delay, again I apologize, things will get back on track. :)
Starting Tuesdays and Thursdays (possibly one on the weekend but don't sit at your computer waiting for it, it might just not happen). Sorry for the delay, again I apologize, things will get back on track. :)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Alright so I was supposed to post a couple hours ago but I had company over. We tested out Rock Band AC/DC for my ps2 and played a couple rounds of darts. Now back to the news.
Yesterday Pope Benedict XVI (That's 16 for the roman numeral illiterate)has announced today that, not only is he the oldest pope to be elected, he's also apart of the Keebler elf family line. He uses his giant over sized hat to cover his ears and keep his assortment of cookies warm. Also a fun fact, if you punch Pope Benedict XVI into Wikipedia.com there is a link to his positions on moral and political issues. Does he really get an opinion on moral issues, I mean really? Not only was he in the Nazi regime, many of his followers in the church have molested young boys. I mean come on... big hat, hidden stash of cookies, Darren's hair is always parted in the center... what more do you need?
Also in sports, today is the day the Ottawa Senators go head to head with the Toronto Fake Beliefs. This should be an interesting match up, not for the game itself which is usually one sided, but for the animosity the fans cause. There's nothing more interesting than a couple of Sens fans and Make beliefs fans attempt to show their macho and the testosterone levels just build and build. Here's a great idea, lets pump a giant stadium full of both fans, have testosterone levels be boosted with beer and hockey, and not except any fatalities along the way. Yeah... OoooK
More will be posted:
Video games are being reviewed, movies are being reviewed, and Darts are being played.
Yesterday Pope Benedict XVI (That's 16 for the roman numeral illiterate)has announced today that, not only is he the oldest pope to be elected, he's also apart of the Keebler elf family line. He uses his giant over sized hat to cover his ears and keep his assortment of cookies warm. Also a fun fact, if you punch Pope Benedict XVI into Wikipedia.com there is a link to his positions on moral and political issues. Does he really get an opinion on moral issues, I mean really? Not only was he in the Nazi regime, many of his followers in the church have molested young boys. I mean come on... big hat, hidden stash of cookies, Darren's hair is always parted in the center... what more do you need?
Also in sports, today is the day the Ottawa Senators go head to head with the Toronto Fake Beliefs. This should be an interesting match up, not for the game itself which is usually one sided, but for the animosity the fans cause. There's nothing more interesting than a couple of Sens fans and Make beliefs fans attempt to show their macho and the testosterone levels just build and build. Here's a great idea, lets pump a giant stadium full of both fans, have testosterone levels be boosted with beer and hockey, and not except any fatalities along the way. Yeah... OoooK
More will be posted:
Video games are being reviewed, movies are being reviewed, and Darts are being played.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Alright so I thought I would end the night by explaining what exactly JayDtvNews is. It will be a podcast of many random things, great and epic adventures into news. We aim to entertain and are not to be taken seriously for all of its news. After the new year my pod casts will start, cameras and mics cost money so the blog is the quick solution to my madness. I will make at least 1 post daily, no promises on the weekend though. I will have guests on my show, mostly random friends from around and about, and some that are moving away. This is a great way to keep in contact and have fun doing it. There will be some pod casts that include video game reviews, movie reviews, sports updates but only hockey because well hey; I'm Canadian, Hockey is the only sport. I aim to make this the most entertaining blog and pod cast showing that I can, no promises that you will get all the humour though. We'll try to explain what we can. All comments are welcomed on my blog.
Blog with you soon,
JayDtvNews
Blog with you soon,
JayDtvNews
Dec12,2009 Interesting Canadian News.
It is December 12 2009, and in today's news we find out what Canadian like to do best in their spare time. Personally I like finding out how much Canadians love the snow, and apparently regardless of what our answer is we still get it anyways.We know that Canada is starting to fail as an economy when our biggest concerns become tractor trailers stuck in the snow and the poor old Johnson family and their cottage, what ever will they do? Personally, I don't give a shit. Msn News Link
Alright, so Tiger Woods has answered the oldest question in History today. No it's not what the meaning of life is, it's not about which religion is best, but if I cheat on my wife and then ask the media for privacy will I get it? Gillette is now "phasing" tiger out of their promotional ads to respect his wishes to keep a low profile in the media world. The guy cheated on his wife with (whats the count now?) 7 different women, he's the most publicly viewed golf player in the world, and he wants privacy. Good luck with that numb nuts (mine would be too after playing 8 holes at once but I guess Tigers still missing 1 at least.) Since when did the media and sponsors of Athletes start caring about what the hell people think anyways? Hey, if its a good story I say get it because if you don't someone else will.
Msn News Link
In other news today, Madonna and Cher get married together and start making music that will cause severe brain damage to kids all across the world. Their new duet band called "Bloody Lobes" starts premier next week preforming for a crowd of deaf war veterans. Even they know if they could hear they'd rather be back at war than sit for a 5 hour concert of ear shredding noises.
Google News Link
And now to talk about my local friends and their new happenings. Hopefully you've seen on the main page of my blog that I will be starting pod casting after the new years, well hopefully a couple of them that I will be discussing might show up on a podcast or two.
My girlfriend Kayla and I are looking for some employment at the moment because we just moved back into the city. Christmas is a tight one and I haven't seen most of my friends because of financial issues but things are getting sorted one day at a time. My brother Jeff is still making money to sit at home and play his video games... I'd break his head in but he bought me my new computer so I suppose I have to play nice. My friends Cory and Mandi and their baby Alexis are at home doing nothing, contemplating ways for me to get out of the house and visit them. Ryan and Chris, two people who will be making quite a few appearances on my podcast, are in the midst of making a movie for Chris' school project. Thankfully they decided that they needed some talent, so now I'm apart of the shenanigan.
You'll hear more of me through out the week, more blogs will be posted and hopefully some videos too.
Alright, so Tiger Woods has answered the oldest question in History today. No it's not what the meaning of life is, it's not about which religion is best, but if I cheat on my wife and then ask the media for privacy will I get it? Gillette is now "phasing" tiger out of their promotional ads to respect his wishes to keep a low profile in the media world. The guy cheated on his wife with (whats the count now?) 7 different women, he's the most publicly viewed golf player in the world, and he wants privacy. Good luck with that numb nuts (mine would be too after playing 8 holes at once but I guess Tigers still missing 1 at least.) Since when did the media and sponsors of Athletes start caring about what the hell people think anyways? Hey, if its a good story I say get it because if you don't someone else will.
Msn News Link
In other news today, Madonna and Cher get married together and start making music that will cause severe brain damage to kids all across the world. Their new duet band called "Bloody Lobes" starts premier next week preforming for a crowd of deaf war veterans. Even they know if they could hear they'd rather be back at war than sit for a 5 hour concert of ear shredding noises.
Google News Link
And now to talk about my local friends and their new happenings. Hopefully you've seen on the main page of my blog that I will be starting pod casting after the new years, well hopefully a couple of them that I will be discussing might show up on a podcast or two.
My girlfriend Kayla and I are looking for some employment at the moment because we just moved back into the city. Christmas is a tight one and I haven't seen most of my friends because of financial issues but things are getting sorted one day at a time. My brother Jeff is still making money to sit at home and play his video games... I'd break his head in but he bought me my new computer so I suppose I have to play nice. My friends Cory and Mandi and their baby Alexis are at home doing nothing, contemplating ways for me to get out of the house and visit them. Ryan and Chris, two people who will be making quite a few appearances on my podcast, are in the midst of making a movie for Chris' school project. Thankfully they decided that they needed some talent, so now I'm apart of the shenanigan.
You'll hear more of me through out the week, more blogs will be posted and hopefully some videos too.
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