Thursday, May 19, 2011

My niece

Author's Note: As many of you know I became an uncle this Tuesday. She is a healthy baby girl and is a whopping 5 lbs. 12 oz. I noticed something while holding her that really inspired me to write this. I don't normally write anecdotes so this felt nice to write.


So last night I was visiting my sister in the hospital and I was holding my niece in a rocking chair while she was sucking on her pacifier. This happened like five or six times so I know it isn't coincidence. She would push the pacifier out of her mouth and when I would try to put it back in she wouldn't open her mouth. So after two or three minutes of increasing anger, she would begin to cry and flail her arms. When this happened I would have to push the pacifier back in, otherwise she would just get madder and madder. It's amazing how such a little thing can get so angry. I realized that even though she was only two days old she has emotions and feeling just like any adult. For her tiny size, she's also really strong. It always makes my day better when I get to see her, and it makes me sad when I don't. That's also where I want to be right now so I'm going to stop writing before I get angry.

Monday, May 2, 2011

The Truman Show: Day 2

Leap of Faith-

Sometimes life just calls for us to throw caution to the wind and jump into the unknown. Holding on to what we know and what we believe. Even if you don't know anything, hold on to what you don't know, it's practically the same thing. At one point in our lives we will have to jump, and even if the unknown is the scariest thing known to man, it defines who we are and who we aren't. The idea of the leap of faith scares most people but emboldens other people to stay true to what they say and to who they are. It is part of seeking the Truth. Those who are willing to jump and embrace the idea that nothing is real and try to find what is real. Truman leaps when he first leaves the dome, and even if he doesn't know anything he hangs on to what he wants to know and what he knows is fake. Even if everything he knows is wrong, he just hangs on to what he believes and that is all that really matters. We will never know what happened to Truman because we will have to experience it ourselves to really understand what it is like.

The Truman Show: Day 1

Are we a pawn in some gigantic game? If so who's orchestrating it? Is it God, or a human?

I don't think that we are pawns in some gigantic game. There isn't a human that has the kind of power needed to control somebody's entire life. If it's God I don’t see why He would control our lives. There isn't any real reason to control us unless it's his idea of some sick and twisted game, and I don't believe that's true. Why are there homicidal maniacs if they're being controlled? Most people live their lives just doing as they're supposed to but that doesn't mean that they couldn't go kill somebody if they felt like it. Also, if our decisions are preordained, why do we feel indecision. Shouldn't we just choose what we are supposed to with no hesitation? Life seems to complicated and random for everything to be preordained. If this is all being planned how would somebody manage every single person, who died, who lived, who was born, what their name is, it just seems to much for one being to control. Then this raises the question whether or not that they decide the important decisions, like what wars are fought, and leaves the minor things like deaths and births to nature. This section of the movie left me very confused and made me want to see the end.

The Blue Vengeance Part 2: The Fortress

As the man ran away I chased him through the alleyways. I soon realized that we were really close to my apartment. The poor chap ran into a dead end, turned around and pulled out his gun. Most people are afraid of guns being pointed at them, but at this point I didn't feel even a twinge of fear. Don't ya just love adrenaline sometimes? I walked over with my knife and just began talking to him.

"You can't escape me." I slowly hissed out between my teeth, playing up my evilness.
"Why are you killing innocent cops?" He didn't show any fear as he said this, only something that looked and sounded like curiosity and disgust.
"No cop is innocent." Slid out of mouth like a slippery snake.
"What did they do to you that was bad enough to earn this vendetta?" The man slowly asked now, with eyes that were filled with curiosity.
"You will see." I said as hurled my knife straight at his chest.

Ducking towards the ground, his shots flew over my head as he collapsed to the ground. I ran over to him only to find that he was still conscious, still had a gun, and was very pissed off. The bullet flew out of the barrel and straight into my left arm. Feeling the lead bury itself into my flesh was the most painful thing that has ever happened, and I loved it. The pain seemed to clear my clouded head and I used a rag dipped in chloroform to knock out the man. My knife had embedded itself in his sternum. Not deep enough to kill, but he was bleeding a lot. Wait, I realized that some of the blood was mine and so I tore a strip off of my shirt and tied it around the wound to stem the bleeding. Shrugging the man over my shoulder I walked off to apartment, thankful that there wasn't anybody around.

Inside my apartment I confiscated his gun and then checked on my mom. She still wasn't looking very good so I wanted to get started on the chief. As I approached he began to stir. All to suddenly he was on his feet yelling into his radio. Jumping up and slicing through the radio cord I held a knife to his throat. The man then did what I least expected. He began smiling and said,

"The F.B.I. are on their way here right now" and he began laughing hysterically. At this point he had pissed me off so with one deft slice, I slashed his throat. He fell to the floor clutching his throat. It was my turn to laugh now. I only had a little time to prepare before the cops would be breaking down my door. Taking his gun I tied a string to the trigger on one end and I tied the other to the handle of the door. After that I taped the gun above the door so whoever opened the door would be shot in the head.  The knives I needed were all over the house so I began looking around for all of them I could find. Finding six I tried to think of where to set up more traps, I set one up in my room. It was designed so that when somebody walks in it sets off the trip wire a knife swings from the ceiling and into their head. Finally, when that was done I went up towards my mom's room to wait for my friends to drop in. The fresh skin on her made her look so beautiful I thought, as a gun went off.

Shouts rang up the stairs and from my room as the F.B.I. shouted for paramedics. I walked out of my room and waited right outside my mom's room. A man started coming up the stairs and when he saw me he began shouting downstairs but he was cut off mid-sentence when I threw my knife at his face. He went down and I raced forward to grab his gun. More people started coming up the stairs and started shooting at me on sight. One bullet grazed my leg as I returned fire and brought down one agent and wounded another. Their increasing rate of fire forced me into my mom's room. Two men entered and I killed both but not before taking a bullet to the thigh. Crouching in the far corner of the room I waited with knives drawn waiting for the next person to enter. As I gazed up at the door, I saw my mom walk in. My heart leapt with joy and then the world disappeared.