Into The Mild

Overall I really don't like this book, I mean first of all the writing style is just plain and bland and as for Chris and the plot well just based on his gear and his attitude and cockiness is kind of seemed inevitable that his fate befell him.

Arrogant, just based on the fact he absolutely refuses help and not really well prepared for his choice. It's like he assumes that some of the authors that he idolizes and sort of did the same thing he is trying to do the whole "I' gonna abandon all my possessions my family and friends and money and live off of the land" deal but one thing he may have disregarded is the fact is that they only did the "living off the land" thing for only a few weeks and possibly a few months at most.

The concept of not adapting to social conformity like the whole not liking to wear socks when he worked at the McDonald's at Bullhead City.

Well one idea that comes to mind would be relating to an episode of south park episode entitled Chinpokomon where the boys become absorbed into a japanese cartoon and in the end they have to decide between individuality and conforming to go along with the fade.

A connection between me and the book would be that I do enjoy the outdoors and camping but not to the degree that I would abandon my entire life just to live out in the woods and eat twigs and berries and stuff.

I suppose a connection that the book can make to the real world would be that we all have a certain desire that we all wish we could leave our current lives behind us but we either feel obligated to our situations or we don't feel that we could pull it off

TIME FOR PUNISHMENT

Meet Frank Castle, played by Tom Jane, a retired FBI agent, during his last sting operation to arrest arm smugglers resulted in the death of the son of crooked business man Howard Saint played by John Travolta. Saint, upon learning that Castle was involved in the sting automatically blames him for the death of his son plots a rather extreme revenge, The total annihilation of Castle's family who happens to be having a reunion in the Bahamas. Despite a valiant resistance on his part Castle's entire family is wiped out by Saints men, and at the final shot of the scene he appears to be killed as well by Saints other son. However we see that he does indeed survive and is brought back to the beach house where the slaughter took place, there he collects his father's guns and a present left to him by his son, a black tee shirt with a menacing skull it is then and there that he swears not revenge but punishment onto Howard Saint and his family for what has happened to him, but he does not have an easy task as Saint soon learns that Castle is alive he sends a small army of select assassins after him including a muscle bound giant referred only as The Russian and a smaller but no less skilled man who wields both a Tommy gun and a guitar who aside from The Russian probably has the longest screen time of any assassin, mostly because of this scene here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68QmIDeWSX4. The Russian on the other hand probably has one of the best fight scenes in the history of Marvel movie fight scenes which you can watch here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVlpET6nzVs. Overall the film is very good one which I would recommend you watch if you like alot of action or just Marvel movies in general. Credit definetly has to go to Lions Gate films who overall chose a very excellent cast to portray the tragic characters of the punisher which is probably one of the best comic books that Stan Lee and Marvel comics has ever created. So if you like action, bloody fights that have opera music playing in the background(see clip for the Russian Fight). One of the film's and comic's defining aspects is that instead of a super hero or vigilante using their like superman or spiderman who use their abilities for justic and protecting innocent people the Punisher has a bleak look on the world and believes that the only way to really to stop criminals is to wipe them out of existence. As the Punisher states at the end of the film to his female catalyst "Ihave work to do, check your paper and you'll understand"- "What section should I check?" to which he replies "Obituaries" which is probably one of the best ending lines in cinema history. So I again state that you should really watch this movie because it rocks the house.






THE DOWN SIDE

If you are like me then you were excited when you heard that there was going to be a sequel to one of the best movies ever The Punisher. Despite the remarkable acting job done by Tom Jane in the first movie for some reason the studio decided to recast the role of the Punisher to Ray Stevenson which in my opinion doesn't really make any sense because to me it seems that Mr. Jane was perfect for the role of Frank Castle. The films one possible redeeming quality would be the introduction of the only villian able to match the punisher, JigSaw, another petty criminal who blames Frank Castle for his misfortunes and sets his sights on revenge. So you can take or leave the remake I for one might go and see just to see how bad or how good a job Mr. Stevenson in portaying the role of Frank Castle. In the end I feel that the film entitled Punisher 2: War Zone will probably end uo being a huge flop for the studio that decided to make this movie LionsGate Films will probably regret taking the project one but for the heck of it here is the trailor for the movie if you decide to check it out I might but who knows for sure .http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkxLWWiz5O8

20 minutes with the president

if i could spend 20 minutes with barack obama i would ask him how he would feel if Mccain or palin or who ever started bad mouthing him and his administration and if he would get rid of them by banishment in manner such as this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5uzJVkeaUI. A second thing i would ask him would be how fast would he try get our boys out of iraq because even though some feel that we should stay and some think we should leave what matters is providing our soldiers with safety and gettintg them home alive and not in a casket. and a third and final thing i would ask him is how soon will he get people working on alternative fuels and energy supplies becasue despite what the republicans think oil and fossil fuels are NOT unlimited.

In the future i am hoping for a much better situtation in the U.S. than the current one. of corse with a war going on , an energy crisis and a economic crisis going i don't think there will be anything hard to compete with. hopefully the war in iraq will be over and the economic and energy situtations will be alot better. and whether it be 4 yrs or 27 yrs i am hoping the world will be a much better place then it currenly is and that my kids don't have to deal with the problems that my paren't generation have created over the past 8 yrs. SO these are just some of my thoughts about the future and that obama can fix the mess that bush and the other republicans have gotten the U.S. into

Sleepy Hollow

In honor of All Hallow's eve being right around the corner I thought I'd make a po,e about my favorite halloween movie when i was but a lad. ENJOY!!!!


A chilled night on all hallow's eve
the mourners grieve and a plan most foul they concieve
a plan for revenge they begin to write down
against the man who brought demons to their town

By brining a demon of their own to life
they arm him with a sword not a knife
the headless fiend mounts his ride
a creature of nightmares moves at frightening stride

As it moves with terrible pace
onlookers stare in horror at the rider with no head nor face
at last he reaches his destination and draws his sword
marches forward and knocks on rotted boards

The door opens to reaveal a man who is plump
a flash of steel and a solid thump
the rider leaves carrying his bloody prize
at seeing the job done don't reprise him

A legend was born on this very night
filling those who heard it with fright
small children law awake in their beds
fearing the ruthless horseman without a head


if you are interested in watching the animated movie here is a link to youtube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HywQaLI-YU4

Love poem

Love is like a video game, at first it seems a little challenging but fun. But soon you're spending more and more time on it and soon you're neglecting your friends and family. And at that one point when you are so close to beating it you can tatse victory... you get killed and have to start all over again a the begining. You keep trying and trying and you keep losing and losing that before you know it you've become a social reclouse living in your mother's basement and then you eventaully give up on the game and then you find out about a new game or sequel that you go out and buy it and the process starts all over again and again and again and then one day you realize that you've been wasting alot of precious time trying to do things the hard way and that you can get cheat codes online so you ngo and copy the codes and try them out and they end up messing up that game and depression hits you like a truck that eventually you give up on the game for a few weeks or days then you decide to met new people so you try online gaming where every isn't Particularly good and then you get really absorbed into it and then you realize that you have no life and then the whole process begins once again.

And the Wind cried Wendigo

The Wendigo is a mythological creature belonging to the Algonquin people. The Wendigo is a malevolent and cannibalistic spirit able to assume a human form or posses humans. The wendigo is a bipedal cryptid that is located in north america. There is a psychological disease called Wendigo psychosis in which one develops a craving for human flesh and fears they will turn into a cannibal.

Poe is the man

Take this kiss upon thy brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, to deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand—How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep—while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=43

I think poe is trying to say that love is like a dream that seems all to good but can turn into a tragedy and can mess with our heads. The poem itself is a metaphor in that laove can seem like a dream.


Love is like gravity because at one point you seem weightless and carefree until you get slamed back into reality

poems

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never - nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/edgar_allan_poe/poems/18848




I chose this poem because it is one of my favorites and you get a feel of desperation from the man trying to leanr ifo from the raven who only says "Nevermore". The title is pretty bland an you can easily assume that the poem is going to be about a bird the title does work because of the almost demonic presense of the raven during the story. Poe uses quite a few poetic devices such has personification by giving the raven the ability to talk and even the man refers to his sitting on the bust like a lord or lady. He also describes some of the room but not in very great detail buy we do learn or we can infer that it is a study of some kind. In the beginning of the poem we get a feeling of suspense from the pounding of the door and later annoyance and grief from the almost taunting and constant reply of the raven.

Lagarfljóts Worm

Lagarfljótsormur, Lagarfljotsormurinn, Lagarfljót worm three different names for one cryptid simply all these names mean Iceland Worm Monster. This cryptid is located in Lagarfljót lake in Iceland. Because of the lake's poor visibility the creature has not been studied but sightings can be dated back as early as 1345. The worm is suppoesdly as long as a football field 300ft or 91 meters. It has been seen both in water and on dry land so we can assume it has both gills for when it is underwater and lungs for when it travel on to dry land. according to Icelandic myth the worm lived in two conjoining rivers and very rarely showed itself and when it did it was thought as an omen of good news.

Personal Narrative Alternative titles

The Not So Deadliest Game of All
A Huntin' We Will Go
The Day The Pheasants Died

Nessie

I'm sure you are all familiar with the legends of the Loch Ness monster or also known as Nessie. There have been many theories surrounding exactly what Nessie is, the most common theory is that Nessie is some kind of prehistoric marine reptile, specifically a Pleisosaur which is incredibly unlikely as the Pleisosaur lived in tropical waters and the loch is maybe twenty or thirty degrees Fahrenheit at best. Although it is possible Nessie is a marine reptile, she probably isn't a dinsaur. She is most likely a type of genetix mutation or hybrid of two species already existing in the loch. It is highly likely that there is more than one of the creatures in the lake as sightings have been retrospectively  since 565  and chronologically since 1933 and that last sighting as early as 2007 so I'll let you decide about this mysterious creature

Personal Narrative

Going pheasant hunting in illinois has always been a tradition between my dad, brother and myself. I think it needs a little more "umph" behind it but i'm not really sure how to modify it so what do you guys think?

Discovery

Greetings to my fellow cryptid fans and greetings to those who have just started taking an interest into these mysterious and fascinating creatures. For those of you who don't know what cryptids are allow me to give you a lesson in these creatures, cryptids are in short are creatures that have not yet been classified to or don't belong to any of the classifictions of animals that walk our planet but just as there are cryptid fauna there are cryptid flora. I'm sure many of you are familiar with some of the cryptids that have had much publicity over the decades, such as the hominid Big Foot who has been spotted all over north america and the aqautic nessie of Loch Ness in scotland. Because this cryptid id fairly close to the area where I live my first entry will be the Beast of Bray Road which is located in the town of ElkHorn Wisconsin, many speculations have been made on what exactly this creature is..the possibilties have been narrowed down to the two most likely explanations the first being that is an Therianthrop, a human with the ability to turn into an animal or human animal hybrid, the second is that the beast is a Lycanthrop or simply a WereWolf . The first sighting began in the mid 's but also in the early 80's amd 90's, the space of the sightings suggest that there might not be just one beast but possible that it has been generational sightings of the creaure(s).