And how

I am breaking the sound barrier. It is official. And I have returned to my grounds!

There is great news, my loyal peons. I am preforming a fucking wedding! Seriously, a wedding. I am an Ordained Minister, and I've been waiting oh so long for this opportunity. And my friend Dave has called me about a week ago, informing me he's got a wedding coming up, and he is requesting me as his Reverend. I spent most of today writing the ceremony, looking up wedding ceremonies, and I'm so excited!

Anywho, on a completely unrelated note. I've been talking to a few old friends lately, many of whom I very much so missed. Its always nice to fix the things that have previously been shattered. I wish that all things that broke were as easily fixed as a friendship. Oddly, even after long periods of time, emotional attachment you once had to an individual resurfaces almost as soon as they return to you. At least, that is what it seems for myself. I find myself regretting that I let these people drift from me in the first place. Unfortunately, I've lost more than I've gained back. Two of my closest friends at one point, for an extended period of time, were at extreme odds with me. I've removed the animosity between us, but the closeness with them is lost, the trust and the compassion. I hope time heals the wounds, but if time can't, I will take the steps forward myself.

So, I am a hopeless romantic, I see things everyday that make me cringe. Have you ever been the unfortunate victim of a "holla"? I was once. How in the world is that suppose to incite feelings of lust, or attraction? What happened to courting? What happened to chivalry? They are not dead, just forgotten. I held the door for a very attractive young lady earlier this week, and she was confused. Apparently, gentlemen, well, men, don't hold doors for her? I would gladly open every door for her, if that was her whim, but in all actuality, I will hold a door for anyone: man, woman, child, or other. Its common courtesy to not close a door on someone. Even more so, its just plain rude. Our culture no longer values courtesy, instead, greed seems to have taken its place. Not even monetary greed, but selfishness. I think as a whole, we'd be better off sitting down, thinking about how selfish we act, even in the small ways, and trying to change it. I'm not saying that one should go out of their way to help everyone, but helping SOME people not only makes them feel good, but gives you a sense of well-being. After I help someone, I always feel a little better.

In closing, I'm done. I would say something important, something touching here, but really...who cares? :) Peace

Tuesday Morning and the Sound Barrier has Been Broken

So as the title says, it is Tuesday morning and I'm already done with one of my classes, my 8-9:30 Bio class. Not the best class in the world, but I have fun with it.

I know I haven't posted in a while, so here are some updates for my nigh non-existent readers. On Saturday I got my new tattoo, or at least the outline, done. It is a squid fighting a whale, drawn by my talented friend Luke Goslin, and it is amazing (I'll post a picture of it at the bottom of this post). Saturday night I went camping with the TWGC and the less you know about that the better. But of course I'll tell you a bit, seeing as I feel like it. TWGC stands for Tourtellote Woods Gentlemens Club and it is full of my closest friends in the world. These people are family to me, in fact one of them actually is family, and I would take a bullet for any one of them. But that aside, the night was full of awesome and can be put on Legendary status. Sunday was a day filled with me feeling the after-effects of Saturday night and I managed to watch all three Spider Man movies and both Batman movies in one sitting. I guess that is what happens when you have absolutely nothing else to do... Monday was a boring day spent watching old episodes of Psych and then going to my Anthropology class at 4.

Anyways, I am currently waiting for a movie to load that I have to watch for my English class at 2 so I am going to regale you with some questions (and the answers I gave) about my Vegan diet. I thought these were hilarious and I feel like you, all those people who don't read this, will like them.

Q: Would you eat bugs?
A: Would you eat bugs?

Q:Would you eat an animal if you killed it?
A: Well if I killed an animal I wouldn't rightly be Vegan now would I?

Q: Would you eat and animal if I killed it?
A: As much as I like you, I have to say no.

Q: Would you eat and animal if an Indian (Native American for all you PC folks out there) killed it?
A:-tons of laughter- No! I;m not going to eat an animal no matter who kills it!

Q: Do you eat honey?
A: I do. I know a lot of Vegans don't and would label me as not a Vegan, but I seriously don't see the harm in eating honey. You don't slaughter bees for their honey and I have a sneaking suspicion that bees don't even know they are alive.

Q: Will you touch meat?
A: Sure, it's inevitable that I touch meat, that kind of stuff happens.

Q: What would you do if I slapped you with meat?
A: I damn well slap you right back and then wash the meat off of me. Seriously, what would you do if some one slapped you with meat?

Q: Would you eat meat if you were lost in the woods or caught on a deserted island?
A: Well, I don't plan on either of those, but yes. If I were lost in the woods or caught on a deserted island and I had exhausted all Vegan sources of food I would kill and eat an animal. My life is more important to me than any animal. And screw all those Super-Vegans out there who would damn me for that statement.



Anyways, that was fun wasn't it? Sure...

This is my tattoo by the way. It is just the outline and does not have the shading done yet.
P.S. It is all shiny because it is covered with Vitamin A&D Ointment to keep it from scabbing.

Title of a Post.... Dunno.

So today, Wednesday, is my day off during the school week. So, of course, I slept in until 12... well kind of. I had to wake up at 7:30 and get my sister on the bus, but I went straight back to bed afterwards. Anyways, I did nothing but sit around all day and eventually got myself to drive down to Woonsocket to pick up my final check from the YMCA. Hopefully this last bit o' money will cover my tattoo cost. I have enough money for 5 hours of this guys work, so I think I should be fine. A whole sleeve shouldn't take more than that should it?
Tomorrow is the school day from hell, 12 hours on campus with 8 1/2 hours of class. Not too much fun, but at least I won't be sitting around on campus all day with nothing to do.
I'll probably waste the rest of my night playing Spore (which is awesome by the way), and doing homework. I don't really have time to do anything else seeing as I have class tomorrow at 8am.

Oh, and everyone should go out (or onto your preferred torrent site), and get the new Intro5pect album Realpolitik. It is amazing, a mix of hardcore punk rock and electronica. Few bands now a days change things up the way these guys do. So go have a listen...now.

Attention

I haven't spoken in a while, so I guess I should grace you all insight my life currently.

I've returned to school, and I am enjoying it so far, I missed learning. I hated being in a state of intellectual pause, I need new ideas and ideals pushed to me, so I can decide for myself the truth of the statements. School, whether or not you like it, should be a large part of every growing individual's experiences. Without someone to guide you through new and sometimes old material, you are very likely to learn it wrong.

Not only that, but the social aspect of school, whether it be grammar, secondary, or whatever else you may attend, is critical for a persons growing up in this country. I have seen quite a few people I thought I'd never see again while going back to college, some better than others. A lot of weird things have happened to me in the past week of classes. I certainly hope I'll be able to evaluate them before more are thrust upon me.

And then came the dinosaurs!

So this blog was originally made to chronicle Rev and I's exploration into breaking the sound barrier. What that is can mean many things for many people... or at least I'm pretty sure it can. Anyways, I feel like I'm bored and awake enough to type about things right now, so I will.
Actually, I am going to hold off on typing while I head upstairs to the bathroom... not that you will even notice my absence seeing as this isn't showing up in real-time.
So, this just happened and was funny:
ReverendAdamMoon (11:08:08 PM): Formal Greeting
DragoniteAttack (11:08:16 PM): Returned formal greeting
ReverendAdamMoon (11:08:30 PM): Required question of well being.
DragoniteAttack (11:08:54 PM): Socially accepted genralization of well being and return required question
ReverendAdamMoon (11:09:39 PM): Socially demanded empathy, obligatory reply of well being.
DragoniteAttack (11:10:22 PM): Obligatory question of recent experiences
ReverendAdamMoon (11:11:15 PM): Obligatory recount of mundane small talk, twenty seconds long, polite and seemingly interested return of the question.
DragoniteAttack (11:12:51 PM): Generalization of recent actions taken and recount of quasi-important moments.
DragoniteAttack (11:13:09 PM): Acceptabel pause in conversation
ReverendAdamMoon (11:13:14 PM): Nod of empathy.
DragoniteAttack (11:13:17 PM): acceptable*
ReverendAdamMoon (11:13:21 PM): Formal Request for socially scorned Cigarette, obligatory politeness inserted.
DragoniteAttack (11:14:14 PM): Obligatory sever denial followed by obvios relenquishing of nicotine products
ReverendAdamMoon (11:14:24 PM): severe, perhaps?
DragoniteAttack (11:14:57 PM): Christy was sending me shit, I kept typing in the file transfer box
ReverendAdamMoon (11:15:09 PM): Gaysauce

Christy is my quasi-girlfriend who is living in Virginia for school by the way... not that you care.
Anyways, I am currently listening to Immortal Technique's latest album, 3rd World and it is awesome! You should go give it a listen. It is a bit different from his older albums, it has more of a studio feel. Where his older albums had great beats, they weren't amazing and his lyrics were the main feature. In this new album Tech has picked up a new dj, DJ Green Lantern. DJ Green Lantern's beats are amazing, absolutely amazing. This brings the whole Immortal Technique experience up a few levels. Not only are you still listening to Tech's amazing lyrics, but they are backed by beats that would make your head spin. I don't know why I'm telling all of you people who are obviously not reading, but whatevs.
Anyways, I think I'm done for now. But I'll be up for a while and probably make another post later.

Breaking the Sound Barrier.

I am well aware that in all actuality I am not traveling at Mach One. For those of you of lesser intelligence, please disregard that and read this. I am not for reals, breaking the sound barrier. My skin would not like that much. But my brain is traveling at least at Mach Two. What this means, well, it means you, my lovely fanbase, can now understand the workings of my inner being.

Have you ever wondered where your tax dollars go? Ever been to your local District Courthouse? Well I have. I will not explain exactly what I did to end up in that lovely glass prison, but I will explain a little about the establishment. As I approached the building, I realized while I was not a 25 foot giant man, the building could certainly handle me if I was. The front door made little sense to me, as the glass door was 25 feet tall. Here is the kicker, the door handle went that high as well. I must pose the question of why, when as of current, no human, or even two humans atop each other could near reach the top of that door handle. Upon entering this monumental door, I was greeted with...ANOTHER door, two and a half stories tall. Inside this, a white marble, or perhaps a cheap imitation, I cannot claim to be a stonemason, wall greeted me at the far end of a large glass wall. This was the single most expensive, fancy building I'd stepped in. I was utterly disgusted, and I turned to the security guard, who at the moment, was placing a small metal detector between my legs. I looked at him and said "Was all this really needed, just for a place where people go to meet their fate?" He laughed and said "American Tax Dollars at work." I nearly spat at him, and his fancy fucking badge.

Now, earlier I said I was not a stonemason. This is true, however, I have dabbled in masonry, just thought you should be made aware of this.

I was just listening to a speech while I was writing. It was given by Sam Harris, in the year of 2005. He spoke vividly of a world where religion is dead, and how morality can continue on without those morals in the bible, or whatever it may be that you read. While I can agree a world can exist pleasantly without faith, as proved by U.N. censuses, which show that many of the primarily Atheist countries are low on crimes against morality, such as murder and rape. (I'm aware I may have had a few run on sentences. However, that is the price you pay when you break the Sound Barrier.) Now, clearly as a whole, we could survive in a purely Atheist society, but Religion is not here just to provide moral guidelines as many believe. When you were a child, you had a toy that your parents would give you to sleep with, when you were upset, because it was a security blanket. Many children use a literal blanket. Well, I find religion is the security blanket to those who feel they outgrew that toy. Many people need that feeling of community given by religion, many need that feeling of acceptance among peers. Even more, many people find the morals to be something to live by. But that is also a security blanket. As children, we do not wake up one day and kill our brother, because he is eating and you are hungry. It is human nature to NOT kill. We kill when we need to, and in the world we live in, most do not need to kill. Morality states you shouldn't kill, but common sense says killing the person next to you will get you nothing. Now, I can assure you if you put three Catholic Priests on an island, give them three knives, and tell them only one of them is going to eat for the next year, the survivor, they will throw their morals aside and kill the fuck out of their associates. Why? Because needs to survive dictates everything. According to God however, that man is committing Mortal Sin! But I say that deciding to not fight, is also a MORTAL Sin, no? It is certain suicide to not kill the other two, and I do believe that suicide is a sin. I suppose I can sum it all up really easy. As long as people can live in a manner where they follow whatever God they wish, and do not feel it necessary to purge the non believers, we can live fine. Atheism is not going to save us, we are doomed as a species, we may as well allow it to continue on with the people being led like Blind Sheep. They won't see the end, and if they do, they will not die in fear. And truly, what use is dying if you fear death? :)

I want to keep talking, but I really have no clue what I should talk about. I had just communicated (haha) my theory of why homo sapien sapien will undergo another evolution if we survive as a species. The theory is that we will move beyond the need for just verbal communication, due to the lack of emotion lost when speaking in the intangibles. I won't put you through that, however, I will simply end it here.

First day of school... fuck it.

So today was the first day of school. I was surprised that I actually am looking forward to my biology class. The teacher is pretty cool, which should make the class pretty cool. That class was at 8am, which sucks all sorts of ass. Next thing I did was a meeting with my English adviser about getting in to another class. The good thing was that I got in, the bad thing was she sent me to the wrong room and I spent 45 minutes in the wrong damn class. Now I have to email my REAL professor and explain to him how and why I wasn't in class today. My last class was a philosophy class on Freedom. The teacher is from Italy and named Alessandro. He speaks with a thick accent and is pretty freaking bad ass. So I'm looking forward to that class the most.
Aaaaanyways, to all those people I know aren't reading this, all I can say is that 8am classes suck ass and that classes that end at 8pm suck just as much. Seriously, what the fuck is with the classes I want/need to take. They are always at the most ridiculous hours. That's what I get for going to college though. That and sub-par advisers, huge tuition bills, over priced books, and teachers who really couldn't give a fuck. If I didn't NEED a degree to get a job that would sustain me I would drop out so fast that... well it would be fast. Oh, and there is a rumor going around that they are changing the name of Rhode Island College to Ocean State University... fuck that.
This new president is fucking everything around. Making me meet with my adviser just so I can pick classes. That wouldn't be too bad if there had been anything more than a small print warning about it on the sign-in screen for my schools website. Which means I missed out on a class that I needed to take this semester.
A word of warning to all those imaginary readers who are thinking about going to RIC (possibly soon to be OSU), figure out who your adviser is right away and ask them EVERY fucking question you can think of about your major. Make sure you know everything you can, otherwise you'll get your ass slapped around by tests that they toss at you and all sorts of bullshit just to be accepted in to your major. Fuck school.

Something a little different.

I feel its time to change it up, spit it a little different. No anger at the world today, to those of you who are actually reading this, I apologize if thats what you were looking for.

Everyday I sit alone for several hours in thought, these are usually the hours normal people reserve for sleep, but I oft find that fleeting. I spend these hours on different topics, depending on whats been bothering me lately. As of last night, it was the realization that a few simple words to people I care greatly for, could change a whole situation. The truth, while often useful, can also be a destroyer of worlds. I fear the day the truth must be spoken, it is on that day that my world will change. There is an equal probability of it being the worst day ever, or the opposite. I sit hear listening to Suburban Legends, and I wish the world was simply as easy as singing these lovely words, yet its not. The harsh reality of life takes even the simplest of things, and makes them complicated. If we were hunter/gatherers still, or even better, homo sapien, (as opposed to Homo Sapien Sapien) I could just club my way through any social situation, and at the end of the night, still eat my antelope and have my mate. Yet we have decided that is barbaric, so we torment ourselves with social graces and taboos.

I suppose I lied earlier, I did slightly go off on a tangent, but I return to my previous points. When is the truth best kept to yourself? That is rhetoric, of course. You don't know the answer any better than I.

This is also a title.

My associate is right in not speaking for me. For I do not much enjoy school. I feel as though they do nothing except prepare you for that world, to work a 9-5 and be miserable. However, my current living arrangements state that I must in fact attend school. So I have decided to branch out a little from my previously decided upon major, Psychology. I am now taking classes involving Criminal Law. I feel as though everyone living in this god forsaken country should at least be well versed in the rules they will undoubtedly be breaking. It is my belief that in order to effectively break the laws, you must first KNOW the laws, and understand the loopholes involved in them. For instance, did you know that when a Police Officer asks for your SSN (Thats social security number, for those who don't know), he is violating your civil rights. You never have to give out your SSN, even on a job application, it simply makes their lives easier. Oh, I am also aware that I referred to said Police Officer with the pronoun "he." I will not be forced by some political correctness bullshit to be more careful with my wording. If you are offended by the fact that I did not say "He/she" or "He or she," well, suck my dick.

Posting Like I Think People Read This

So, college starts tomorrow for me, Wednesday for The Rev. I can't speak for him, but I am a bit excited and a bit bothered by it. I can't say that I love school, but I do have a couple classes that I am looking forward to. One is a philosophy class about Freedom and another is a singing class. Not sure why I am taking a singing class, but it should be fun.
I worked all summer as a camp counselor and it's going to be odd being the "kid" again. Meh, whatever.
Aaaaaanyways, aside from school there is precious little going on in my life. Not that you, meaning the imaginary readers, would care about that is. I should be getting my tattoo done soon, a full sleeve on my left arm. Hopefully I will be getting a job with Y on the Move, a YMCA program. If I don't I'mma have to get a crap job in retail or some shit. I must say I have never had a good time working retail, in fact I think I hated all the time I spent in retail.
Oh well, I'm bored now. Peace.

Spaghetti Wars and a New Blog

So here it is, we broke down and made ourselves a blog. Me and The Rev that is. This thing will probably be filled with all sorts of nonsense and other things that no one will care about. But hey, that's fun right? As "you" can see, The Rev started us off with the first post and that post will more than likely be indicative of the rest of our posts. So hey, read if you feel and if you don't, I'll cut you so hard.

This is a title.

Unfortunately I am not currently breaking any barriers, especially not the sound barrier. I suppose I should begin this blog with a story of why it came to be. You see, one evening, my associate turned and asked a question to me of which I had no logical argument against. That question was, "Why don't we have a blog?" So ladies and gentlemen, bears and boars, lads and lasses, we have arrived. And we will not be leaving anytime soon. You will either love us or hate us. I refuse to accept a compromise on this subject.

Now for a little introduction. I am The Rev. I have a few other aliases, but due to legal ramifications of the multitudes I will be spewing, lets keep it simple. I am a firm believer that this world has gone to shit, and we won't be able to save ourselves before we are wiped out as a species. However, that isn't nearly as bad as it seems. Once we accept the inevitable, I am sure the population of the world will soon realize that we should give up on this system of working day in and day out just to make sure we get enough of those marks. Those marks I talk about are currency, a little piece of paper that says "I have faith in my government." We all go to work to make this money, yet its not even backed by anything worthwhile anymore. We are better off going and mining some gold, going to some third world country and trading that for some straight goats and shit. And oh, by the way. Fuck Voltron's single testicle.