Hallway 7: Online Word

Monday, January 26, 2008

I had the most odd, fucked up dream in the history of dreams last night. I always know when my dream is fucked up when I wake up arguing with myself about a trivial detail within the dream, as if that were the only part fucked up about it. Here's the dream.

I was driving down Niagara Falls Blvd, and I saw that the haunted attraction Fright World (where I worked in October) opened a new location for the season. However, it wasn't the Halloween season, it was April, and we were amidst easter. I decided to go into Fright World to see if any of my friends were working, and it was run by different people. Instead of Danny, who I am currently in a band called Another Perfect Day with, being the general manager like he was when I was there, it was a big baptist black lady. The set wasn't being designed or worked on by anyone I know. It was actually designed and completely built by John5 from Marylin Manson. Black Sean from Fright World (he doesn't mind being called it) was there, and he was suddenly a homeless artist. I went outside with Meg, and we ran into some other Fright World people like Libby, Anna, Cory, and Heather who were hanging out with my old high school friends Leslie, Ian, and Beth. They were all talking to Lewis Black. I got in my car and drove down the Blvd, but I ended up in front of a parade in Fright World's honor. The parade was lead by a red sleigh being pulled by 20 Rhinos and a GIANT elephant with a bell tied tot he end of a stick strapped to his forehead. I guess it was like a carrot on a stick, but an elephant. In the sleigh was a silverback gorilla and Maralyn Manson, obviousely there to support John5. My car, due to the earth shaking under the rhinos' and elephant's weight, started to slide on the April ice backwards into the elephant. I tripped him. He rolled off the car (not dealing any damage). The rhinos got pissed, and knocked us off the edge of a cliff that was somehow in Amherst. As we were falling, a bunch of yetis got on the rhinos' backs, and started throwing tickbirds at us. We looked below us, and a bunch of purple gorillas with tinfoil hats were climbing the snow-covered cliff throwing snowballs at the yetis. I woke up.

The only thing I could think, the FIRST thing out of my mind when I woke was "Why wouldn't the elephant just pull the bell off his forehead with his trunk?" THAT is how I know it was a fucked up dream.

[Please Interpret This Dream!!!]

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Wednesday, January 21, 2008

Yesterday I was at band practice with my other band Another Perfect Day, and we decided to watch Obama's inauguration. When he gave his speech, I was awed. I said to Danny "Wow, he's good." Then I realized, I hadn't seen a good political speech since "I did not have sexual relations with that woman." A lot of people have reservations about Obama, but I think it's normal in hard times to doubt the new guy. I think most of the doubt is wrongly-placed, though. I keep hearing from the normal idiots around the world "His middle name is Hussein!" Yeah, so is like half the middle east. It's a normal name like "John." It doesn't mean he has any ties to that stuff. And no, he's not muslim. Not that his religion should matter, but some how religious biggots think that if you're muslim or athiest, you shouldn't have power.

But I have hope for the future. It can't really be worse than the last jack ass.

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Today I was walking to class from the jewelry studio, when a woman approached me.

She was in my ANT101 class last year, and sat in front me. One day in class, we were talking about heritage and she said she didn't know her's because she was adopted, but she thought she was 25% Irish. I responded "That's all it takes!"

Today she said to me that she's never belonged to an ethnic group, and that she never felt welcome by any heritage. Until I said that. She was a 40 something mom that never knew her family.

Well, that day because if my comment she decided to research her parents, and as a result, found out she was 90% Irish.  

She thanked me over and over again, and all I could say is "Us Mcs don't care if you're 5%, 1%, or 100%. If you want to be with us, then that's good enough for us."

She's thinking of continuing her studies of Anthropology in Ireland now.

The moral of the story:

Give a compliment at every available opportunity, and accept people. You never know when it will change a life.

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

It's not what you think........

I went to pick up some sound equipment in Brockport today. I had to climb the crow's nest to get Chris's mixer and PA.

I used to climb a lot when I was a kid. Like, everything climbable I'd climb. But I guess enough falls and injuries knocked some sense into me. I took some pictures of the black box from up there and thought I'd share.

That's the black box from above the stage area.

The black box lighting.

Kinda scarey...

Happy birthday Meg....

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Monday, August 18, 2008

I've realized as of recent that the hypocracy in this world is mind-boggling. Absolutely and utterly crazy.

My example this time is "public service" announcments, and the organizations that fund them.

Commercial organizations produce and air commercials against different things all the time, but I'm going to bitch about two of choice. The two I'm choosing to bitch about Above the Influence and TRUTH. The reason this annoys me so much is that these companies seem to pick and favor their choice of poisons. I believe that to preech against one, you should do so with all. No company make commercials against alcohol, which is the number one cause of death in the US.

According to the National Center for Health Statistics, 21,634 people died in 2005 from alcohol. This, however, DOES NOT take into account the primary cause of alcohol-related mortality, which is accidental death. That means that this number does not include car accidents, injuries, or any cause besides direct alchohol deaths. Because of such an odd statistic (not including a primary factor), people tend to forget the danger involved. This statistic also does not include indirect alcohol health issues. In other words, if your liver fails as a result of alcohol, and you die from a resulting infection, then the death is not considered alcohol related, but is considered a result of an infection. Howver, a good question would be if the person didn't drink so much, would they have survived?

My biggest issue with this is the amount of ignorance involved. Less than a year ago, I was in an English class where a kid wrote a paper on the dangers of smoking and how it should be illegal. He also talked about how he applauded Wegmans on refusing to sell tobacco anymore. I asked him "How can they deny tobacco, yet stock an entire backroom full of alcohol?" and he said "Alcohol isn't as dangerous. You can drink responsibly, but you can't smoke responsibly." I replied "I'm not worried about the responsible drinkers. The irresponsible ones make up for the responsible ones. If a person smokes, and gets cancer, they die and deserve it. If a person drinks and gets in a car accident, an entire family may die who were entirely innocent."

I then asked him "Do you drink?" to which he said yes. I then asked him if he smoked, he said no. I then alerted him that his oppinion is therefor biased and can not be taken seriousely.

THIS is my biggest issue. I can almost guarentee you that these people that make "Above the Influence" commercials or "TRUTH" commercials celebrate by getting drunk. THAT is hypocracy.

In all honesty, I think if I were to choose what to legalize, it would be Pot. The reason I say this is because my friend put it to me very honestly. She said "When I drink, I want to go get a pizza. When I smoke, I want to order a pizza. I'm not getting up and going out."

I don't think any of it should be legal in all honesty. I think that as a result of our culture and upbringing, we are incredibly irresponsible chemical users. All I ask is for equality and honesty. I ask for people to step out of their own bias and examine things from a distance.

I've seen too many people hurt as a result of alcohol, yet SOMEHOW when we go to a funeral of someone who dies in an alcohol-related accident, we toast them. Hypocracy is abundant, and it angers and saddens me. Our generation is the problem. Our generation has lost respect and responsibilty. We've lost our souls and we've lost our minds. It's our job and our job alone to gain them back.

Please do..............

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Thursday, August 7, 2008

So I decided to write a story. Humor me and read it.

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A young apprentice is taken by a teacher at birth. The apprentice studies the way of his master for years, and raises him to the status of a god. Years go by, and the apprentice seperates from his master to learn lessons himself, but returns on occasion to feed off the knowledge and experience of his master. His master teaches him lessons of life, love, trust, and death. Truly the lessons of a good man. He preaches honestly and morality, but above all, he teaches lessons of loyalty.

Now, the master is a complicated man, but is never questions by his young apprentice, for his apprentice places all of his trust and faith in his master. No matter what anyone else says of the master, the apprentice not only stays by his side, but he defends him as well puting his own name on the line for the good of his master.

The master's many lessons build up over decades in the mind of the apprentice, who, by then, has come to form a strong-willed character of high moral standing, believing that all people have the power of good. The power that his teacher has mastered.

The apprentice begins a journey on his own. A journey that will forever change his life. This journey is the journey of love, and the journey of spirituality. The apprentice takes his journey in stride, and along the way, developes beyond the teachings of his master, but always living off of the core values he was taught. Through his journey, he sees much horror, much pain, and much torture, but never strays from the path of his virtues. He hears of men who kill, men who steal, men who destroy, and men who seduce. But these stories are distant, and the virtues of a good man will forever ring true through the heart of the apprentice.

The apprentice hears of a particular man, abusing innocent people. The apprentice fears how this could affect people close to him, but still waits as a patient and logical man does. Waits until information builds a logical conclusion. He learns more of this man, this psychic destroyer, an innocence devourer, and an emotion twister. He hears stories of destruction that roots to the core of the victim's souls to the extent that they can't even recognize themselves anymore. The apprentice, however, waits.

One day the apprentice hears of a friend under attack by this monster of a man. The apprentice decides there is no time for waiting anymore. He approaches the situation to learn more, and more, and more. This friend never saw the attack coming, for the monster knew how to stalk his prey. He knew how to attack without any trace. He knew how to hide in plain site, like most monsters do.

The apprentice, feeling bad for his friend, searches for information on the matter beyond what he has recived, yet his master is no where to be found. He searches day and night for his once loyal master, but finds no trace of him.

By the lack of better judgement, the apprentice approaches the lair of the monster to discover anything at all that wasn't already obvious. And what he found.....

Well....

What he found was that his master, the one he raised on a pedestal to the position of a god, had actually been the beast all along.

But how?.....

How could a good man go so bad?.....

The answer was that the apprentice, indeed, had been the apprentice of the monster, as well as his biggest defender. The apprentice, in his own mind, was as guilty as the beast that he so willingly aided in his ventures.

The moral of the story is:

The closer to heaven that a person is put....

The longer and harder is the fall to hell....

The only question to remain is, how many people must fall before them?

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So I read a story today about 50 cent suing Taco Bell for an them asking him to change his name for a day to 79, 89, or 99 cent, This guy is just DESPERATE for money. It's really said when the world has become so sue crazy that millionairs (who IMO didn't earn the money to begin with) sue another million-dollar company for even more millions of dollars, meanwhile half of the world can starve to death, and half of our own country is jobless and poor because of a shit economy. It really is sad.

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