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Posted on March 24, 2014 at 12:27

Hey guys, been a while, though I do see many of you on IRC all the time… You can tell me whether that is a good or bad thing. :P

I have a bit of experimental writing here. I’m not sure I’ve seen a style done like this before (I’m sure it’s out there somewhere). Took a lot of editing and changed formatting to get it in a state I thought display worthy, so tell me what you think. I wrote this over Christmas (I know, never would have guessed) and worked with it a month or so afterward, never sure of its efficacy for posting.

Well here it is, it’s not long, so give it a shot…

Christmas Stories (Show)

Listen to the dog
Posted on August 07, 2013 at 20:39

So its been a few weeks since I posted anything, so I thought I'd do something a bit different this time and take you into my real passion. If you like dogs or plan to be around them then try this blog out, you may learn something. If not, it will at least be interesting.

As part of our animal behavior class my teacher showed us this video with the request that we ignore the narrator and watch the dog.

I want you to essentially do the same thing and see if you are at all surprised by the outcome. Watch the entire video before moving on in the blog.
So, surprised? I doubt it. What signs did you see that warned of the outcome? Who is to blame? Try writing these down and see if I add anything or change any of your first impressions.

Pedro (Show)

the men (Show)

the attack (Show)

So, hopefully you have learned some things not to do with strange dogs. Maybe you can even point out to someone else it they are making a dog uncomfortable.

EDIT: is that YouTube link working?

The night of the roach
Posted on July 21, 2013 at 23:39

Since I'm not sure our short story competition will be happening anymore I though I'd just post what I wrote. It's not at all serious and I hope you find it amusing. Also it's less than 2000 words long do don't worry about length.

Also minor life update for those who don't know: I am now attending the vet tech institution in Houston. Essentialy is is nursing school for animals. When i finish in a year and a half I will be eligible to be an LVT or licensed veterinary technician.

Your thoughts on West, Texas
Posted on June 13, 2013 at 17:47

Now I’m not one to typically post political or anti-organization blogs but today I heard something that disturbed me today and I really want to hear what others think.

Only a few days after the Boston Marathon explosions a fertilizer plant in West, Texas (actual town) exploded. 15 were killed and somewhere from 160-200 injured. Additionally 150 buildings were destroyed or damaged including at least one school. Just to put the numbers out there, 2 died in the Boston marathon and 264 were injured. I am by no means saying one was worse than the other. That’s impossible to say with emotional and property damage to account for.

In the beginning FEMA was helping as in any other disaster and the President even visited Baylor for a memorial service and issued a statement saying, “My Administration, through FEMA and other agencies, is in close contact with our state and local partners on the ground to make sure there are no unmet needs.” However, FEMA has now decided that the explosion “is not of the severity and magnitude that warrants a major disaster declaration,” and has denied additional public and individual aid.

Boston, being such a famous and iconic city has already raised millions upon millions to aid individual and public efforts. I’m not saying that’s compensation for what happened; just that it is at least a start to getting people’s lives put back together.

West, however is a small Texas town with no way to raise the $57 million they would need to repair the damage. It is 18 miles north of Waco, home to Baylor University, home to some of the best years of my life. To us, West was the Czech republic of Texas with some of the best (real) klatches in the state. It was a popular destination for those who enjoyed early morning drives and or mini vacations from the university.

Now I don’t know the exact reasons behind the denial of assistance whether it be political, state bias, or economic, but whatever it is, it doesn’t seem ‘right.’ I just wanted a place to discuss this where no-one is constrained by any particular political or location bias. We have people from all over the place here, so what do you think? I want your honest opinion.

Please forgive me if I broke any unstated rules with this blog.

Writing, Minecraft and other things.
Posted on June 06, 2013 at 13:34

Hey there guys,

So I wrote a few things and ill post them below.

I'd like to apologize for my sudden absence from online existence. For those of you who don't know, my awesome laptop shorted out and can no longer charge. I sent it off for a diagnosis a week and a half ago and they still haven't given me any details beyond their supposed price of $515 repair. Yeah, I'll be sending it somewhere else... Mostly, I just want the exact details for what needs to be replaced. I’m currently on my old laptop which seems to have…issues. But hey, at least I have internet access.

I also went to A-KON this weekend in Dallas and I highly recommend it to anyone who gets a chance to go. It is an anime convention and a pretty good sized one at that. There were many simply amazing costumes: weeping angels, a collection of 9 Doctors with a companion, a Tardis Deadmou5, the Journey creatures, two groups of the Orien High School crew, and the Trickster Templar (me ;). It completely made up for the nightmare that was the trip itself.

One last thing before my writing: how many weeks would you guys like before the next Minecraft event? I have a couple neat ones in mind that I have been working on designing, the first of which is Zombiecraft; a Corruption/infection style Minecraft game where people become zombies and attack other people. I’ll post later when it’s actually a thing.


This first piece is something I started when I was still at the clinic. This is just the first section. It’s taking me a while to make it sound how I want. Also, the next part of it is kindof on my other laptop...

Rev-Day 0 (Show)

This other one is just something creative I thought up in an almost comatose, thoughtful state after finishing Dances with Dragons (the most recent of the Game of Thrones book series). It’s dark, but so is the book series. I see this piece as a tribute to all my favorite characters that may or may not still be alive.


Minecraft Marathon Video
Posted on May 15, 2013 at 20:14

Hey guys, I know its been a while since I posted anything... quite a while... Sorry about that. Hopefully it won't happen again. If you are curious what all I've been doing the last few months, too bad (you'll have to leave a request for another blog). This... This is a Minecraft blog. So, here it goes:

I have been hanging around the Minecraft server since the marathon, however, and I thought I'd take on this little project. This it the 'best of' video that a few of you requested quite a while ago (I think North American Tectonic Plate is moving faster than my internet).

A few pre-view warnings: First, I apologize for it being 20 min long, but I just couldn't cut anything else out and it still beats watching all 4 hours of the original footage ;). Second, I used Movie Maker (collective groan). I know better than you how much it sucks now (but its all I have @_@). Trust me. In regards to this, there are the occasional video and audio problems. I did my best to even out the music and people's voices but it can still be hard to hear sometimes. I suggest turning up the volume before you start to avoid missing anything.

I hope you enjoy ^_^

Also, I've been talking with Jeremy (our local Minecraft mod) and while he enjoys running the server and programming on it, he doesn't want to plan out the events. So, as part of this blog I wold like to offer myself as a Minecraft event coordinator. I already have a few new games in mind for down the road but for now, if you'll have me, I'll try and set dates and times of those events we have currently on the books. Please feel free to pm or contact me whenever. I'd love to hear new ideas and comments.

With that I'll let you move on to other blogs.
Good day :P

EDIT: Crap, I did it wrong :/ One sec as I try to fix this lol
EDIT EDIT: Thanks Juurian.

Remember: The Room
Posted on May 04, 2012 at 03:58

Well, since I have the time now (though not for long due to finals) I will post another chapter. Tell me what you think. Hopefully it is a bit better edited this time. I tried to find all the mistakes but not promises :P Feel free to point out any errors that you think are present. I will try to take them well ^_^:

Searing pain ran through his body, “AAAAIIIIGHHHHHHH, DOCTOR! MAKE IT STOP!”

“Woah now, It’s ok Brey. It’s ok,” came the soothing voice from the doctor. “Just relax a second. Open your eyes and try to concentrate on the present.”

Brey opened his eyes to find that his head was still swimming, even on top of the pain.

“I’m so sorry Brey. It’ll pass momentarily. You’re still under the effects of the drugs, so that doesn’t help either, does it? Here, take this ball and just concentrate on slowly squeezing and releasing it.” From the shifting of the chair next to his couch, Brey knew the doctor was holding something out for him.

Brey put his hand out blindly, his head in too much pain to dare moving, and felt the ball in his grasp. He began immediately thinking of the ball and nothing else. Its soft, smooth surface felt good in his hand. He squeezed gently and released slowly. He could hear the air entering and leaving the holes all over the spongy interior. Almost like a breath… He dared a quick glance at it: it was blue with a creepy black smiley on it. Typical. He squeezed again and released. I wonder what would happen if I put a hole in it, would it still fill with air? Another squeeze and release. Wait, breathing…. Haily!!

“Doctor! Was there a girl there with me? Is she alive? Did she make it?”

“Before I answer, how’s the pain? Any better?”

“But she had a bomb on her!!”

“Brey! Calm down, man. I’ll answer in a second, but you have to tell me how you are.”

“There is no pain!” Wait, there’s no pain…. It was almost gone completely!

Brey was momentarily distracted, “Doctor, I don’t understand; how did the pain leave so quickly? I thought I was burned again! I thought I broke my back!”

“In this case, it was quite literally all in your head. You were re-experiencing a memory; it couldn’t actually hurt you. Now, about the girl...”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Brey, I’m sorry, she didn’t make it. From what we can tell, she was the closest to the blast when it went off. We‘re hoping you might be able to tell us more. Can you describe the memory you just experienced?”

Brey started at the beginning and slowly told all he remembered. He was surprised at how easily it all came back and how many emotions it brought with it. When he finished he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes. Tears? Who was this girl?

“It’s ok, you’ve been through a lot already today. Now, I have a few questions, if you’re up for them.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Go ahead.”

“You mentioned knowing the man had a guard and knowing about the trigger. Have you heard of either of these things before today?”

“No, I don’t think so. How’d I know what they were?”

“Well, it seems like you’re getting a bit of a bleeding effect. You’re somehow getting little pieces of information from your past mind. We must be very careful. Now think really hard- did you experience any thoughts that seemed to not make sense in your current state? Any emotions?”

Brey searched through the new memory again. He couldn’t find any thoughts that seemed strange. But he did remember the sense of loss after he realized Haily was dead. Well, that’s not unusual; she was my only hope of finding someone who knew me before. Of course I’m sad she’s dead.

“I can’t think of any. This isn’t bad is it? I’m not already going insane, right?”

“No, I think you’re fine. As long as the bleeding effect does not get any more substantial than little snippets of information, you should be fine. These pieces of knowledge are probably just so deeply stored in your mind that you don’t realize you have them until you need them. Reliving memories will probably continue to do this. On the bright side, this will help you become more familiar with the world again.”

“Can we try again?”

The doctor seemed taken aback, “Well, you’ve already experienced something very traumatic today. Taking a break would probably be a good idea, but the medication is still in your system so yes, technically, we could try again.”

“Okay, I want another memory.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a break? We’ve all the time in the world.”

“No, I would like to keep at it.”

“Okay, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and we can bring you back to your room. This time I want you to concentrate on the room when you clear your mind. See if you’d been there before with this girl, Haily.”

Brey handed back the ball, shut his eyes, and thought only of the blackness behind his lids. He then tried to remember the room, and realized how much he missed because of the action. A vague image came to mind and he sank into it….

Brey walked through the door and almost ran into the same man as before. Shit! Not again! He tried to brace himself before he realized that he had no control.

“What do you think you are doing here? I thought I made it clear you’re not allowed to go anywhere near Haily again. Get out! Get out NOW!”

The man merely glared for a few seconds and walked out and down the hallway. Brey slammed the door behind him and turned to face what he now found to be a hotel room. Haily was sitting on one of the beds, face down and tears rolling down her cheeks. Brey glanced at the hands in her lap and caught sight of something on her wrist. A bruise. Wonder what….

“What’s that? Did he hurt you? Oh, I’m going to fuckin kill him.” Brey turned to leave but felt a hand on his shoulder. Haily was suddenly standing and pleading with very large eyes.

“No Brey, he didn’t mean it. He only wanted to show me something in the city. He had taken my wrist to lead me but he didn’t know his own strength. It was my fault anyway; I jerked my hand back.”

This seemed to mollify Brey a bit but, “I thought I told you to stay away from him! Why did you open the door? How am I supposed to protect you if you won’t listen to me?”

Haily remained silent and stared at the carpet. They both stood there, minutes sliding by until Brey felt his face soften a little.

“I’m sorry I was angry with you Haily. I was just so worried. Now, how about I go get us a treat or something before the show tonight? Ice-cream?” Brey laid his hands gently on her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. “When I get back I’ll help you into your outfit for tonight. It should be quite a show. Think how many lives you could change with this one performance?”

Brey noticed everything was graying out. The drug must be almost gone. As he turned toward the door, he thought he caught a glimpse of a very familiar object on the floor slightly under the bed where Haily had been sitting. The trigger! The man must have dropped it when he struggled with her! The world continued to become more and more grey around him. Brey was initially baffled by his past self’s lack of reaction. But of course! He doesn’t know what it is yet! He doesn’t know what’s coming! If only... The world was grey then black.

Remember: The Girl
Posted on April 29, 2012 at 06:07

Here's something I wrote for fun. It's a bit bare but I think it will be episodic. Hope you like it:

They told him his name was Brey Danum. They told him he had been in close proximity to an explosion. They told him he had amnesia. He accepted all of this; how could he not? The only thing he could remember we the face of a girl. There was no name attached to the memory, just the feeling of importance.

It was not hopeless however; the doctors want to try him on a new treatment. This apparently involved some new drug and the attentions of a psychologist…

Remember: The Girl
“These pills contain a mixture of dopamine, endorphins and a few other chemicals of the brain designed to force your brain to relax but also try to stimulate your memories. However, they won’t be enough on their own; it will take work from the two of us as well to succeed. You must try to do exactly as I say.”

Brey sat and listened. He didn’t even bother to ask about dopamine and what chemicals were- there was no point. He would never be caught up with the rest of the world if this didn’t work. There was too much he didn’t remember.

“What are the side effects?” he queried, remembering a commercial he had seen earlier that day.

“Oh they are not too bad: headaches, nosebleeds, dizziness, possible abnormal mood swings, oh yeah and possibly suicidal thoughts. If you experience any of these things you have to tell me immediately.” Did he just wink?

“Okay, so how’s this going to work?”

“Well, you’ll take the pills and, after letting the effects set in for about 15 minutes, I’ll have you clear your mind. You’ll remain like that for a bit until you are almost in a trance-like state. Then I will ask a question that will hopefully trigger your memories.

They will not all come back at once, mind you, but one at a time. I must warn you, it will not be easy: you’ll relive each of these starting with the most recent. Also, unfortunately, you won’t regain your memories, just those with emotional significance.”

“Will I relive pain as well?”

“From our previous studies, you’ll experience the emotions and possibly pain, yes, but not your thoughts at the time.”

“What? Why won’t I know my own thoughts?”

“Well, our best guess is that, because you’ll be re-experiencing these memories after having them go dormant, the brain develops a mental fog to protect itself. You’ll still be thinking for yourself during these experiences, but you won’t be controlling yourself. You’ll be more like a passenger along for the ride. If, on top of your current thoughts, you also experienced your past self’s thoughts, then your brain would, for lack of a better word, short-circuit. It would be immensely mentally damaging and would probably lead to mental instability.”

“I see” though he didn’t really. “When do we start?”

“We can try the first session now if you’d like. Just swallow this pill.” Brey looked at the little pink pill that had been handed to him. Welp, I suppose suicide wouldn’t be too much worse than what I am now. He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed.

“Okay, your file says here that all you can remember is the face of a girl. When you start to feel the effects I want you to clear your mind and picture her.”

Brey closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa. He soon found his head swimming and opened his eyes to nod at the doctor. At least there is no nose bleed.

“Ready? Clear your mind and as I said, picture her face.”

Brey stared at the white wall and let the world fall away. It was not that difficult considering he couldn’t recall much about the world. The girl’s face rose easily to the surface of his mind….

He was flying down a hall. His body seemed to be moving of its own accord. He felt his legs stiffen as they slowed his sprint. His arm reached out and twisted a doorknob as his body slammed into the door. The door flew out of his hand and he burst into the room.

On the other side of the room stood a man and the woman from his memory. Brey ran his eyes over the two of them and froze… the man was holding a vest of explosives that was strapped to the woman’s chest. The woman’s eyes grew as she caught sight of who burst through the door. Oh God!

“No Brey, please don’t!” the pain was apparent in her voice.

Brey felt an intake of breath, “Get the fuck away from her, bastard!”

Anger distorted the man’s features, “How dare you. You will not touch her.” The man let go of the girl and sprinted at Brey and tackled him. Brey hit the floor hard and threw up his elbow to hit the man in the face as he fell on top. He then brought up his knee into the man’s crotch and rolled out of the way. Damn, a guard.

A glance around the room told him that during the impact the bomb trigger had flown out of wherever it had been hidden and skidded across the floor and out the door. He dove for it just as the man came to the same realization.

Both of their hands collided with the trigger at the same time. Brey felt the button shift under his hand. Shit, no!

He glanced at the girl’s scared face through the door, “I’m sorry, Haily.” With a bright flash Brey felt his body fly back and hit the wall behind him. Pain arched through his body and his head hit the wall. All was black.

That's the power of the Smilie-blade
Posted on March 25, 2012 at 16:04

Perhaps this isn't a very pertinent blog, but then again society's outlook on the world affects us all, especially those to whom it falls to keep the populous satisfied through art and entertainment. Also, I have noticed many sad faces around here lately and I hope I can give you all a smile or at least something with which you can fight the dark image we have of ourselves. …And now my brain is running off with images of everyone as Link/Sora -esk people fighting their shadow-selves with the blade of emoticon smilies. You swing your blade, your shadow-self falls to its knees and you say “…” or “That’s the power of the smile-blade” (I should probably concentrate shouldn’t I? Yeah, sorry). It’s not that I haven’t been having my own depressing matters: my ex dropping me like so many Skype calls to date his ex and then calling me after ignoring my existence for three months (“Go stub your toe, and may all your bacon burn”) or being presented with the possibility of not having all of my credits to graduate on time (I would say histology should die, but then none of the cells in my body would work :/).

Anyway, most of you don't know that I am a senior in college, about to graduate, hopefully, with a degree in biology and I plan to go for a masters in animal behavior as well. Why does this matter? Well, it means that I actually pay attention in classes like Ecology and Behavior (as opposed to sleeping through genetics and bio-chemistry; honestly, I tried to stay awake but they were just so tedious most of the time).

While sitting in class the other day, my professor stated something that struck me with its implications.

"Natural selection promotes what works, not necessarily what is most efficient. An organism may have a process that allows it to survive but also has negative impacts. This may seem counter-intuitive; however, the environment may change as a result and that process will no longer be favored."

Now, I know many of you are probably rolling your eyes right now at spouting something that is clearly upper level biology gibberish, but allow me to translate:

Nature is not perfect. It does not necessarily even promote perfection. It supports organisms that are equally fallible and liable to make more of an impact than would be ideal. Humans in general fit in this idea perfectly; we are clearly the dominant species on the planet, the epitome of survival-ship, and yet we sometimes do this at the expense of the environment. However.... is that bad?

So, this is what made my little brain-bulb shine like Christmas: What if humans aren't the parasite to this world that many seem to believe. It is merely just our turn to make what we can of this planet and its resources. If we fall by injuring this planet, it will still be here and there will still be life without us. It will out-survive us in the end. The human race has done and created some beautiful things (“love you elevators and cheese cake”), there is no doubt that in some ways we make this world a better place.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying go out and burn the forests because fire is shiny. I would be one of the first to punch someone in the face for starting a forest fire ("There were bats living in that tree, A-hole!") I am merely suggesting that our outlook on our own impact may almost be too negative. There is a balance between using and wasting that people often tend to be on the extremes of ("No, your drive to work is not going to smother the trees and yes, throwing your damn cigarette butt out the windows does result in fires"). So, find the middle ground. What humanity has done and is capable of on this planet is remarkable and it is not yet time to give up on us as the 'doom' of this world. We have more to accomplish.

This also applies on an individual level in my mind. If perfection is only a thing of the divine then should we really yearn so much after perfection? I think it says more for us to be the best we can be/ do the best work we can do while still remembering that we have our faults that make us who we are. I'd take a good character that has faults he tries to overcome over one who seems perfect any day in any form of entertainment. I'd choose a song with character over one that is the 'ideal' of its genre. I'd choose a game where the character trips up (why Brawl, why?) over one where you have the power from the beginning with nothing to work at.

So I say, throw off the part of society that seeks perfection and instead build upon yourself. Do not let society bury you in its desire for perfection, take the natural route and be a wonderful, screwed up, dynamic, insane, but none the less surviving human being. Be a good person, but be you; do it in your own way. More importantly, make sure you aren’t expecting everyone around you to be perfect, that just hurts everyone.

…and Link/Sora stands tall, watching the shadow creature dissolve into nothing, knowing that this was only a step on the path to Zelda/Kiri. They may have beaten their own dark sides but there are still approximately 10 more bosses to kill and then Gannon/Ansem to defeat. With his hearts intact (for now) he starts for his next goal… (Don’t you love extended metaphors, my brain apparently does).

Ps. Try for a smile today. I may not know many of you, but just the fact that you are a human being bending under the weight of the world along with me is enough for me to feel a connection with you. Know I feel for you.

Adventures in Minecraft with Seleney
Posted on March 07, 2012 at 02:50

Since the pictures seem to be overtaking the other blog I'll waylay that conversation to this blog. Feel free to post any of your own favorite pictures (as long as its not burning baby animals).

Hope you enjoy:

Proof my sheep are not mutants *sticks tongue out at JID* :

I thought Squidward lives at the bottem of the ocean:

Scariest place in minecraft:

Minecraft, the game of inter-being romance:

Minecraft, it'll knock your socks off.... and maybe your legs...and maybe half your torso on a good day:

Minecraft, where creepers actually are in your bushes (shut up Steve):

He's climb'n in yo windows:

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