A Return to a little more absurd fare....

Thus, the two male atrayans were quarreling over who caused the abrupt departure of a rather attractive Atrayan female. In the interest of full disclosure, she was repulsed by both specimens of the male gender that were present, and was far more concerned with refilling her alcoholic beverage. However, this conclusion had not yet dawned upon our two angry friends, who were named Godbraun and Sikguryvich. Let us listen in to the quaint discussion that ensued after her departure:

Godbraun fumbled "Like you would have a parsnip's chance in purgatory at getting laid tonight, Wayne!"(For that was indeed the surname of Mr. Sikguryvich.)

"Lisssssten here, Cosssssmo," slurred Wayne rather heavily, "you could launch our raccccce into outer sssssspace before a woman would look at you, much lessss ssssleeep with you."

"Well if you ever wrapped your tentacle around anything other than a pint of the dark stuff, you wouldn't have enough intelligence sober to design a colostomy bag for space travel, much less a vehicle and propellant that were adequate for the task, which, when it comes to the matter of females, I hear you are hilariously not so."

"Don't go believing all the shit your mother and your ex-wife go shooting up your snout. They were horrible lays anyways."

And this, my dear reader, created the bedrock foundation for Atrayan space flight, a bar feud over a pretty girl. The subsequent space race that followed mimicked, in many ways, the courtship bravado of two adolescent boys. Each miniscule step towards progress being endlessly gloated about until the gloater realizes that the other had surpassed him. This went tit-for-tat until Godbraun launched the Mark XIII capsule into space, 30 years to the day after the initial bar bet. The lady in question married a software engineer of little consequence, but many means, until an unfortunate bungee-jumping accident.

En attendant Godot

What is it about relationships that always force a lull? Is it a diminished libido, or is it that the initial shock of the relationship wears off and we are faced withourselves in the glaring light of harsh reality? Its been awhile since I've been in a long term relationship within 50 miles, so I guess it could be partly me looking back on the past with rose-colored glasses.

As Gamers age, or Cocoon for the middle aged

There was once a weird point where I realized that tetris was more than a mere algorithmic being in the midst of my childhood. That place was somewhere in between 1985 and 1989, before Jordan Mechner thoroughly corrupted my mind as far as how one should see the first person platform develop beyond Prince of Persia. I was young, well before my attempts to conquer the spheres that lay before me in the real of the middle school age. Yet, somehow I had started seeing how the world of puzzle games and other algorithmic interpretations of various conundrums shaped my future and the way I would interpret future iterations of worldly problems. Where in the World, or Europe, for that matter, was Carmen Sandiego, first pushed me to interpret data and analyze so that I would triumph in that menial task was primary on the list of games or software that pushed me the accomplish the challenges that lay before me further in life. However, it was with the aforementioned Mechner's Prince of Persia and other subsequent games that I soon realized, and all this before I had reached the interesting point of starting to attend the 6th grade, that there was more than sheer logic that interpreted how log inter-played between the various cycles of problems that faced the modern world.
The main point is that within the realm of reality, there always exists a moment where time plays an integral point between the moment within which you currently find yourself and the moment where you hope to find yourself one day. Whether this is reality or fiction, there exists within every paradigm the need for a time constrain. Some people see the need for test scores to rise or some others to see relationships develop or others to find some sort of financial game within the aforementioned period of time.
Seeing myself as a gamer of sorts, from Oregon Trail, the original Prince of Persia and Tetris through the realms of Marathon, Team Fortress, Call of Duty and Battlefield, I have to admit that certain frames of reference, and rules of decorum have bloomed underneath my understating of the online game and how other individuals should react within the parameters within. At the moment, Battlefield: Bad Company 2 seems to be the major piece of software with which I feel myself aligned at the moment, Now, I know most of the adolescent males that participate with this software have little to no understanding of the other games which I will soon reference, but alas if they fail to understand how these games interact and form the majority of the games that they have played this afternoon, they should be able to reach any administrator or teacher to help.

Morality and Ideology

Too often we, as in the general public, tend to lose our idealism and our naivete when we age, as, one by one, we see the possibility of our dreams reaching fruition come to a crashing halt. Yet, there reaches a moment in our collective adulthood where we reach a pinnacle of zeal for our ideology, whether it be left or right, just to keep from losing those last few straws of idealism that were instilled in us as children. As we cling to these last few strands of near forgotten hope, we realize that we take extreme measures to preserve these ideologies. The sad part is that these sad parts of cultural inheritance not just as an individual, but as a society. Whether it is the American dream, or a socialist utopia, these are not real places, but aberrations of a childhood dream that someone peddled to us accompanied by a pair of x-ray glasses and a decoder ring. The true tragedy is that sometimes we abandon our morality to hold on to that ideology because we are scared what will happen when we let go of our dreams and fall into the tundra of reality. This is not referring to the religious morality of “thou shall not do this or that”, but the base, interior, gut feeling that tells you if what you are doing is right or wrong. I think that quality, more than the pursuit of a dream is what makes us human. Dreams can change, reality often forces them too, so one does not have to abandon their morality to pursue their dreams. In more recent times people have been convinced that certain acts are in the best interest of this or that and that necessary evils must be allowed to exist in order for the world to function as it does. Never forget that the world, society, and even the smaller community are composed of the same basal element: individuals. I think as an individual you should do what is right and not what someone else tells you is necessary.

Spock is a hipster

As I begin to humbly attempt this post, please let it be known that I am not a Star Trek geek, or really an affecionado, despite the attempts of a few of my friends. This being said, any superfans that wish to flame this post due to inaccuracies that only occur to those in the Trekkie subculture, consider me apathetic to your whines and indulge yourself in a nice, cold Zima. If one is not available, use Smirnoff Ice instead.

Spock is a Hipster

As the end of the summer grows near, the amount of webjunk I have ingested reaches the level of the amount of hotdogs consumed in a Nathans eating contest on the fourth of July. For the ignorant, that's alot. One bright spot was the new tumblr site Spock is not impressed. In the midst of laughing at these collages, I noticed that the despondent glare emanating from Leonard Nimoy's face resembles a scowling hipster, or someone that has been constipated for about a month. (They look the same to me and that is what you get for wearing your sister's jeans) This leads to the main question: Is Spock a hipster? Let us have a look at the evidence....

The first thing that we take from Spock is that he is an outsider, the only "alien" in a crew mostly populated with humans. Apparently Spock was never the new kid in school, otherwise he would have known that the clear way to gain a sense of normalcy and quickly adapt to new and unfamiliar surroundings would be to blend in. Instead of prancing around making everyone look at your pointed ears, put on some freaking earmuffs. That would actually fit in your goddamned hipster chic. Hipsters have an unquenchable yearning to be considered as different and distanced from the mainstream of popular culture. Hence, why they only listen to "Indie" rock, yet through the hipster movement, indie has become itself mainstream. How do you like dem apples Mr. Hipster? So the portrayal of someone who can easily assimilate into a group environment, yet frequently refuses to fits into the mold of the "subculture member" of the group. Or just call them the stupid hipster.

The second point of evidence is that Spock comes from the wealthiest family of anyone on the Enterprise, though he took this job for personal fulfillment. This required a bit of research, i.e. watching the new Star Trek film for a second time, but I found out that Spock's dad is an ambassador. I dunno how it is on Good Ol' Planet Vulcan, but ambassadors are some rich ass motherfuckers on Earth. Typically, the role of the ambassador is filled by someone with the monetary means for political ambition, but without the years of service or experience. Think to yourself of Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson rollicking round in those bordellos in Pre-Revolutionary France. Needless to say, the kids that ambassadors have don't go to public schools much less have a hard life growing up. I know some of you are going to say that in the reboot he lost his parents, saaaad panda. So did Bruce Wayne, but that guy still knows how to throw a party and not be a complete whiny bitch. (Also I imagine that the financial records of Vulcan were still left intact through some sort of galactic banking law, so he still has a shit ton of money.) So here is Spock, a loaded guy, slumming it around in a menial job because he'd rather live a more impoverished existence than he's used to, though through his family's means he return to a wealthy status at any moment. This is typical of most hipsters, who pretend to have no money, are merely waiting for their trust funds to become active so they can live a more lavish lifestyle. How do you explain they love buying $30 t-shirts at American Apparel? No normal person buys a thirty buck t-shirt, hell most "name-brand" t-shirts are only $20 anyways. No he's the type of person that drinks PBR because he thinks drinking cheap beer makes him look cool. No, it makes you look like a douche and pee like your bladder is a sieve. The only time cheap beer is acceptable is when you are shotgunning beers or doing a case race. And does Spock look like the type of person that would do that? No? I didn't think so. God I wish McCoy would kick him in the shins.

Finally, there is the most telling sign of Spock's hipsterishness, his complete disdain for everything human. Here we can identify that the people are "subculture" of the Star Trek universe because it seems that everything related to starfleet is built with Human culture and considerations in mind. Hell, the fucking thing is headquartered on Earth. Take that you piece of shit Vulcans. So again, instead of being an accommodating subordinate like he should be, he stands next to Kirk and constantly bitches how people are letting their emotions get involved in everything. This is exactly the same view that a hipster has on all pop culture. No matter what it is or how much someone likes it, the hipster has to respond that it is too mainstream for their liking, whether they really like it or not. The reason you don't have emotions Spock is because you are an emotionally-stunted individual. Insane people have "logic" too, it just doesn't fucking work sometimes. Hipster, the reason no one know the band you keep bantering on about is because either 1) No one cares or 2) They are so godawful no one is going to pay the stupid $5 cover to be surrounded by hipsters and listen to that shit. For all we know, this band could be you and your friend trying to tell us how your garage-band talent is avant garde. I don't care what your influences are, if you can't properly emulate your influences, you still suck.

Those are the three reason why I think Spock is a hipster. So when you see the Star Trek movie from a few years back, don't feel bad, for all we know Vulcan was a hipster planet, and the only thing worse than a hipster is a group of hipsters. Needless to say a group of billions of hipsters would be something out of an apocalyptic vision, with the world drowning in vinyl. If you truly want to be different and not part of the mainstream, be different, don't join a group of people trying to be different, there's a new one every decade.

Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus.

A good pair of socks.

Well almost through the first month of work and I still have yet to see a full weekend since my sojourn into Indiana. And the difference between a good teacher and a bad teacher can be as simple as a good pair of shoes and socks. Through my year and a half of playing WoW I have become very familiar with the term damage mitigation. That is to say, preventing as much damage before it is actually inflicted. With teaching, that is your feet. A good teacher moves around the classroom better than a Romanian gymnast. The consequence of doing that for eight hours is that your feet feel like open sores at the end of the day. So it is very important to have good socks and shoes.

Made an off the wall itunes today, marie laforêt's Marie Douceur/Marie Colère. You may know it best for its appearance in the soundtrack of talledega nights. In its simplest form, it is a french cover of the rolling stone's paint it black. Though that would be only to those who dont know french. (My glare is directed at you,Scott) The song reflects the dual nature of the main character, since this isn't lit class, I think it is safe to say that it is the songstress. There is a polite face that we all tend to wear in public, one that conforms to the rules with which society shackles us. This belies our nature that seeks freedom and rebellion, which is the other side of the coin. Another good song that treats this subject is Billy Joel's the Stranger. When it comes to me, I am just as guilty as anyone else in commiting this charade. We all have our demons, and are reticent to let them be seen by others. In teaching, you wear one persona in the classroom and one as soon as you step off the school grounds. It can be quite maddening if you don't make peace with it early on. I've finally stumbled into a relationship where I don't have to hide those demons, though i usually have to keep them in a crate with the dog.

To slightly embellish on that last part, I have cemented my Labor Day plans. The past few weekends I have been shanghaied by the school administration into working on the school schedule, yet I have let them know that come September 3rd at 3 PM, I am peeling out of Memphis and heading NNE. It's nice to meet someone who's completely honest and not looking to impress anyone. It also helps that she is one of the smartest women I have ever met. Sharing the same vices helps as well, as we arent quick to jump on each other about them. Well ebough of that, gotta be up in under 6 hours.

Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus

Dave

Location : Afton Villa Dr, Memphis, TN 38103,

Stickshift cars and air guitars

Exhaustion is what happens when and unchanging nightowl meets an unstoppable early morning wakeup time. Oh, by the way i am now employed by memphis city schools, corrupting america's youth. Unfortunately that yokes me with responsibility, and also showers me with a more than liveable wage. Heading up to indiana in less than 48 hours to try and prove finally that i can maintain a somewhat normal relationship. If the title of this blogpost is somewhat misleading, i apologize, i came up with it pulling out of harbortown. Memphis is an interesting town with culture and poverty by the boatloads. Have found a great many little niches for me, though the weather this summer has been horrific, though memphis was not the only place afflicted. Getting ready for another wow raid, so ill try and catch you guys on the flip side.

Sic semper tyrannosaurus.

Dave

Location : Mt Hope Dr, Memphis, TN 38103,