Superman's Dad had a far better outfit than Superman. What's up with that? Of course Superman's Dad is superior to Superman in many ways. Superman's Dad did like all the work in preperation for Superman, all durring what must have been a very stressful time in his life. He's dealing with a worried wife (Superman's real mom), a dying planet, political rivals, and of course the physics of a hula-hoop prison for three criminals. Imagine what the ACLU had to say about that one! So he's going through all of this, all while he is building an icicle/space capsule deal, plotting a safe route to Earth from Krypton, and recording video answering all possible questions that his now infant son may have in the future. So why did Superman end up making himself such a ridiculous looking suit? Was it that desire to be different from his dad? Maybe it was that Al Gore "being his own man" type of thing. Of course there is something to be said for not trying to compete when you know you're beat. I wouldn't want to compete with the Godfather himself. The other possibility is that Superman's Dad discouraged Superman from wearing such a cool white suit because he knew of the cleanliness issues here on Earth. On Krypton there doesn't seem to be much dust or dirt, well not until that big explosion. Whereas here on our Earth Superman has so much crap to deal with, he doesn't have time to wash his outfit. Of course without realizing it I have once again proven how Batman is the best.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Superman's Dad
Superman's Dad had a far better outfit than Superman. What's up with that? Of course Superman's Dad is superior to Superman in many ways. Superman's Dad did like all the work in preperation for Superman, all durring what must have been a very stressful time in his life. He's dealing with a worried wife (Superman's real mom), a dying planet, political rivals, and of course the physics of a hula-hoop prison for three criminals. Imagine what the ACLU had to say about that one! So he's going through all of this, all while he is building an icicle/space capsule deal, plotting a safe route to Earth from Krypton, and recording video answering all possible questions that his now infant son may have in the future. So why did Superman end up making himself such a ridiculous looking suit? Was it that desire to be different from his dad? Maybe it was that Al Gore "being his own man" type of thing. Of course there is something to be said for not trying to compete when you know you're beat. I wouldn't want to compete with the Godfather himself. The other possibility is that Superman's Dad discouraged Superman from wearing such a cool white suit because he knew of the cleanliness issues here on Earth. On Krypton there doesn't seem to be much dust or dirt, well not until that big explosion. Whereas here on our Earth Superman has so much crap to deal with, he doesn't have time to wash his outfit. Of course without realizing it I have once again proven how Batman is the best.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Ch. 3 Lost (sorry ABC)
"Fools rush in" - Elvis Presley -
Scott slowly awoke to the quiet pitter-patter of rain on his face, and than he quickly awoke when a squirrel bit him on the knuckle. At that same instance a troupe of traveling gypsies stopped and the groups doctor checked him for rabies, and thankfully he came up negative. (It should be noted that the so-called "doctor" recieved his diploma from the University of Florida State, and therefore was not to be held in very, should I say, "high esteem".)
"Lost be thee" said the groups leader (he was old fashion, or maybe just a pirate pretending to be a gypsie so that he could travel the world and have many adventures... don't know where I was going with that... sorry!) "Me and all these that ye see before thee are me relatives, arrhh! And we'd be more the merryer if yed join wit us as we will have many a grand adventure!"
Now Scott was in quite a pickle... Join the gypsies or stay lost?
"I'd love to join you merry people!" came his quick reply as if he hadn't even put thought into the answer.
"Than lets be off"
As the group moved through the wood dancing and singing, (that is to say shortly that they were dancing the can-can to John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland") Scott stoped short, for he had heard a crash off to his port side, deep in the darkening wood. "We must investigate" came his cry, "There could be someone else out there who is lost!"
"O, we do not stray off the path into the untamed wood" came the reply from the groups leader. His voice had the sound of fear in it. "You were just lucky that you had come across the path, otherwise you would never have been found. If there be someone out yonder than they must help themselves for we cannot." With that the troupe picked up the singing and dancing once again and they continued on.
Scott, though scared, was determined to discover the object behind the noise.
Without another word he dashed into the thicket, never to be seen by the pirate gypsies again.
Scott slowly awoke to the quiet pitter-patter of rain on his face, and than he quickly awoke when a squirrel bit him on the knuckle. At that same instance a troupe of traveling gypsies stopped and the groups doctor checked him for rabies, and thankfully he came up negative. (It should be noted that the so-called "doctor" recieved his diploma from the University of Florida State, and therefore was not to be held in very, should I say, "high esteem".)
"Lost be thee" said the groups leader (he was old fashion, or maybe just a pirate pretending to be a gypsie so that he could travel the world and have many adventures... don't know where I was going with that... sorry!) "Me and all these that ye see before thee are me relatives, arrhh! And we'd be more the merryer if yed join wit us as we will have many a grand adventure!"
Now Scott was in quite a pickle... Join the gypsies or stay lost?
"I'd love to join you merry people!" came his quick reply as if he hadn't even put thought into the answer.
"Than lets be off"
As the group moved through the wood dancing and singing, (that is to say shortly that they were dancing the can-can to John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland") Scott stoped short, for he had heard a crash off to his port side, deep in the darkening wood. "We must investigate" came his cry, "There could be someone else out there who is lost!"
"O, we do not stray off the path into the untamed wood" came the reply from the groups leader. His voice had the sound of fear in it. "You were just lucky that you had come across the path, otherwise you would never have been found. If there be someone out yonder than they must help themselves for we cannot." With that the troupe picked up the singing and dancing once again and they continued on.
Scott, though scared, was determined to discover the object behind the noise.
Without another word he dashed into the thicket, never to be seen by the pirate gypsies again.
Tom Cruise - Mr. Rip-Off
Wow, I didn't know that the first scene in Mission Impossible II was a rip off. And not just a rip off from some other film (like an ode to the Odessa Steps) but it was a bold faced rip off from MacGyver. Check this out from Episode 1, season one!
Friday, January 20, 2006
He Has Arrived (With Mnemonics)
My personal blog page ( http://peterdcrumblogninja.blogspot.com/ ) is mostly about movies, but over here on the family page I think I'd like to try out something a little different. I have seen some of the other brothers do this and I would like to join in on the idea of building our relationships through discussions and reminiscing. My memory isn't always that great, and I always enjoy hearing from the other family members because it sparks memories that I haven't had for quite some time. In my time on this blog page I would like to pass along my memories of growing up, some of the experiences I've had out here in Colorado as well as what's currently going on in the Colorado Crum family life. I think that this will be appropriate for the family blog because it's about family, and family is what we are. Now of course I realize that there are some people who read this blog that are not necesarily part of the Crum family, but I think that through kindness and sharing, we can all help make them feel welcome too.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
A New Crum Film
Okay, so this isn't that great (except for the awesome acting by Nathaniel P.) - You can view the new film at my blog or on google video. There are some bad edits and some stupid color filters (which messed up the image quality, but you should still check it out).
Monday, January 09, 2006
Guilty
It is amazing that over my three week Christmas break I found plenty of time to check this blog, but wouldn't put in any effort to post. So it is now 1:30am on Jan. 9 and the second semester begins, well...today, so what better time to make up for wasted time.
I always enter a new semester with caution. Am I actually going to have to study and pay attention this time? Will my classes be challanging for a change? I sure hope not, and as I am finding out as an education major, not likely.
My break started out rather action-packed. Nate came to town and kept me company at my apartment for a couple days, hanging out with Jon and Ben and Michal and other friends of his from B-town. Part of his reason for coming was to join Jon and me as we spent a week in Florida (possibly making the last trek from here to there). Our week included a Christmas open-house, March of the Penguins and various other flicks, and of course the much anticipated Crum Bowl 2K5. On the afternoon of our depature home, the Crum children present (and Kalie) battled it out on the gridiron in a match that forshadowed this year's Rose Bowl, that is to say it was a great game. I (as to be expected) was all-time QB/referee/brawl-breaker-uper. The game was full of excitement as momentum was constantly moving from one team to the other. I can't remember who was on whose teams, but let's just say the QB was awesome and Jesse (decked out in his "Twismas" "Tolts" uniform) flashed a preview of future dominance, catching Touchdowns and dominating the trash talk. The game had to be decided in overtime, and as our culture likes to say, "we were all winners!!"
Back in Bloomington the year came to a quiet close, Nate left on the 31st, and the New Year was brought in with a few friends. The past two weeks have been relaxing, I've worked a bit, enjoyed the unseasonably warm temperatures (66 degrees a couple of days) and now it's time to do the student thing for another 16 weeks.
While plans for Spring Break are still in limbo, I anticipate a trip to Baltimore to visit the family in their new and improved locale. But for now, I must bid you all good night.
GO COLTS!!
I always enter a new semester with caution. Am I actually going to have to study and pay attention this time? Will my classes be challanging for a change? I sure hope not, and as I am finding out as an education major, not likely.
My break started out rather action-packed. Nate came to town and kept me company at my apartment for a couple days, hanging out with Jon and Ben and Michal and other friends of his from B-town. Part of his reason for coming was to join Jon and me as we spent a week in Florida (possibly making the last trek from here to there). Our week included a Christmas open-house, March of the Penguins and various other flicks, and of course the much anticipated Crum Bowl 2K5. On the afternoon of our depature home, the Crum children present (and Kalie) battled it out on the gridiron in a match that forshadowed this year's Rose Bowl, that is to say it was a great game. I (as to be expected) was all-time QB/referee/brawl-breaker-uper. The game was full of excitement as momentum was constantly moving from one team to the other. I can't remember who was on whose teams, but let's just say the QB was awesome and Jesse (decked out in his "Twismas" "Tolts" uniform) flashed a preview of future dominance, catching Touchdowns and dominating the trash talk. The game had to be decided in overtime, and as our culture likes to say, "we were all winners!!"
Back in Bloomington the year came to a quiet close, Nate left on the 31st, and the New Year was brought in with a few friends. The past two weeks have been relaxing, I've worked a bit, enjoyed the unseasonably warm temperatures (66 degrees a couple of days) and now it's time to do the student thing for another 16 weeks.
While plans for Spring Break are still in limbo, I anticipate a trip to Baltimore to visit the family in their new and improved locale. But for now, I must bid you all good night.
GO COLTS!!
Friday, January 06, 2006
Back to the Basics
There seems to be a trend lately on this blog of writing fictional pieces or comical editorials. This is great because it gives those of us with nothing better to do, something to do. However, it is also good to get an update of what's going on in the rest of the Crum States, those being Indiana, Florida, Colorado, Maryland (soon enough) and California (the official Crum State according to Peter) as well as Pennsylvania and Nova Scotia (though we're not really sure why). So here's a little update on the Ben Crum Family (also known as Unit-3).
My beautiful wife Michal is currently out of the country with her sister, Heather, who is adopting a baby from Ethiopia. They are in the capital city, Addis Ababa, which is home to over 5 million (as I am told - in other words, according to the BBC). They left last Saturday morning (we left Bloomington at 3:30 in the morning to drive to Indy) and were slated to return this weekend. However, some complications and miscommunications have potentially extended their stay 'till the end of next week. I can't wait.
I've been filling my time with odd jobs around the house and cranking out book covers at work (also I have been watching movies with Jon). Nothing really new other than that.
For those of you who don't know, we have a dog. His name is Congo (supposedly there is a jungle with the same name). I liked the name because I thought it was a cross between Pongo, from 101 Damnations, and Caleb, the most famous and beloved Crum pet (followed close behind by Moses the Cardinal Slayer). Congo is a good dog, he's sometimes a spazz and often smells like, well, like a dog.
Well, that's all for me. I hope the rest of you (especially Peter and Jess, and Thomas) keep the rest of us posted with what you're up to. And if anyone can convince Pop to start blogging that would be awesome.
My beautiful wife Michal is currently out of the country with her sister, Heather, who is adopting a baby from Ethiopia. They are in the capital city, Addis Ababa, which is home to over 5 million (as I am told - in other words, according to the BBC). They left last Saturday morning (we left Bloomington at 3:30 in the morning to drive to Indy) and were slated to return this weekend. However, some complications and miscommunications have potentially extended their stay 'till the end of next week. I can't wait.
I've been filling my time with odd jobs around the house and cranking out book covers at work (also I have been watching movies with Jon). Nothing really new other than that.
For those of you who don't know, we have a dog. His name is Congo (supposedly there is a jungle with the same name). I liked the name because I thought it was a cross between Pongo, from 101 Damnations, and Caleb, the most famous and beloved Crum pet (followed close behind by Moses the Cardinal Slayer). Congo is a good dog, he's sometimes a spazz and often smells like, well, like a dog.
Well, that's all for me. I hope the rest of you (especially Peter and Jess, and Thomas) keep the rest of us posted with what you're up to. And if anyone can convince Pop to start blogging that would be awesome.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Ruination Day
I regret to inform you that this might be the worst thing that you will hear for the rest of the year (it might just be bad enough to make this a bad year even if it was good up 'till now). What is this awful news? Rossie O'Donnell is slated to pollute the Broadway stage in none other than Fiddler on the Roof. I know, it is almost to hard to endure. But we must be strong in the midst of this horrendous atrocity and remember that no matter what they do on Broadway, we will always have the film with Topol and the strings of Isaac Stern. So don't cry, at least she's not playing Tevye!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Aouthor's thoughts prior to ch. 3
"Ask not what your country can do for you, but rather, what can you do for your country" -former president JFK-
Now I'm not sure if the quote above has anything to do with what I am about to write, but I'm not so sure what it is that I am about to write, so we shall just have to wait and see, won't we.
There are those of you who have read the first two chapters of an elaborate story that I have posted on this blog. Some are quick to accept but more are quite the opposite, so quick to slander. This is quite painful to me as an artist, or poet, or whatever whatever. Those of you who want to read The Cat in the Hat can do so, my story is not so simple and as easy to understand. I am not giving you the ending in the first sentance. The story may seem a bit odd, but every story has a starting place. This one just happens to have a quite random and weird starting place. You shouldn't hold this against the author (me) or the rest of the story (in the works).
So to get back to the opening line. Don't ask what this story can do for you, ask what you can do for this story...
Yea that doesn't make much sense does it!
Now I'm not sure if the quote above has anything to do with what I am about to write, but I'm not so sure what it is that I am about to write, so we shall just have to wait and see, won't we.
There are those of you who have read the first two chapters of an elaborate story that I have posted on this blog. Some are quick to accept but more are quite the opposite, so quick to slander. This is quite painful to me as an artist, or poet, or whatever whatever. Those of you who want to read The Cat in the Hat can do so, my story is not so simple and as easy to understand. I am not giving you the ending in the first sentance. The story may seem a bit odd, but every story has a starting place. This one just happens to have a quite random and weird starting place. You shouldn't hold this against the author (me) or the rest of the story (in the works).
So to get back to the opening line. Don't ask what this story can do for you, ask what you can do for this story...
Yea that doesn't make much sense does it!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
It Isn't Easy Being Right
It isn't easy being right.Sometimes I find myself wondering if there might just some benefits to not knowing what you're talking about. I read the other blog posts here on the Crum Family Blogsite and I realize that we're always right. Sure, there might be a little bit of disagreement over some of the details, but overall we're always right on. This perfection comes at a price though. Not everyone correctly interprets our self-sureness (what I like to call "Crum Confidence"). This is not self-reliance per se. Self-reliance contains a fatal weakness; not always recognizing one's weaknesses or limitations. Crum Confidence on the other hand is based on generations of experience. Crum Confidence is merely an acknowledgement of the fact that we have no weaknesses or limitations.
The reason I suggest that it isn't easy being right, is not that being right is in and of itself difficult, it is the dealing with always being right that can be so hard to take. When you get into an argument or even just a friendly discussion with a non-Crum, and you make your indisputable point, it just tugs at your heartstrings to see the look in that other person's eyes. Wouldn't it be nice to just once know that the other person is right? Perhaps even feel (what has only been explained to me by others) that sting of being wrong. Are we as Crums missing out on one of life's most important emotions; the agony of being incorrect?
Now obviously this is all just me rambling on, speculating on something that can never be. But it is good to think about, it may actually assist you in your Crum/non-Crum relationships. Try this next time you get into a discussion: Once you have dropped that all-encompassing, irrefutable, mind-boggling answer to end all answers, and as that glazed look begins to creep across the face of your friend, say "That was a great point! I never thought of it that way before". You see, even if we can't help but be right all the time, we don't always have to take all the credit.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
What I want for Christmas
What do I want for Christmas? This is a question I wrestle with every year. I am not very good at getting presents for other people, but I am even worse at telling others what I want. I like music and movies and sweaters, that's about it. But today I found what I want... A Wooly Mammoth! Some Japanese scientists are working on cloning one, and so I figured it wouldn't be long before you can buy one at the Wal-Mart. What I have always liked about Jules Verne is the way he writes science fiction, I read it, then I walk outside and experience what he was writing about (rockets to the moon, underwater travel, dinosaurs in the center of the earth). Now it appears as if Michael Crichton will have his moment of glory when at last, pre-historic creatures are brought back to life (and eat everyone). Can I get an "oh yeah buddy"!!!
Monday, December 19, 2005
Ch. 2 - Cows and the French!
"To be lost is to be as one not yet found" - greek historian -
Angelina awoke to sound of an annoying blue bird outside of her window. Last night was somthing that she hoped she could forget. But the sight of three cows in trench coats stealing her '76 mustang 350 GTO was burned into her head. That is to say that the forth cow took a polaroid and than with the help of a cattle prod burned the photo to her head.
On a regular day she would just drive herself to work but this was no regular day. There was the small problem of not having a car. "Maybe I'll just call in sick today", she thought, as she headed to her large walk in closet. "I think that one day should give me plenty of time to get my "stang" back." This was all going through her head as she reached for and loaded her double barrelled sawed-off shotgun. "Those stupid cows are going to pay this time". Simply, she hadn't succeded in making them pay the last seven times, such as when they mowed the lawn to short one day, or the night that they danced all night on he roof in crudley made cloggs.
After dawning a rain coat and grabbing a bite to eat, Angelina left her home in search of the fiendish cows. Her search took her far and wide but nothing would prepare her for that which she was about to experience. It was about 5:34 in the evening as she journeyed through a wood she had never been in. The sun was quickly going down as she realized that her flashlight had French made batteries, and they were simply affraid of the dark. As she attempted to coax them out of hidding she became over confident with her knowledge of the surrounding wood, or just plain complacent or stupid. This resulted in her tripping over a slippery stone and falling over the edge of the very high bluff that she had been shortly before standing on. Branches and bramble slowed her fall, but her head struck a rotting oak trunk and she instantly was knocked unconscious.
Angelina awoke to sound of an annoying blue bird outside of her window. Last night was somthing that she hoped she could forget. But the sight of three cows in trench coats stealing her '76 mustang 350 GTO was burned into her head. That is to say that the forth cow took a polaroid and than with the help of a cattle prod burned the photo to her head.
On a regular day she would just drive herself to work but this was no regular day. There was the small problem of not having a car. "Maybe I'll just call in sick today", she thought, as she headed to her large walk in closet. "I think that one day should give me plenty of time to get my "stang" back." This was all going through her head as she reached for and loaded her double barrelled sawed-off shotgun. "Those stupid cows are going to pay this time". Simply, she hadn't succeded in making them pay the last seven times, such as when they mowed the lawn to short one day, or the night that they danced all night on he roof in crudley made cloggs.
After dawning a rain coat and grabbing a bite to eat, Angelina left her home in search of the fiendish cows. Her search took her far and wide but nothing would prepare her for that which she was about to experience. It was about 5:34 in the evening as she journeyed through a wood she had never been in. The sun was quickly going down as she realized that her flashlight had French made batteries, and they were simply affraid of the dark. As she attempted to coax them out of hidding she became over confident with her knowledge of the surrounding wood, or just plain complacent or stupid. This resulted in her tripping over a slippery stone and falling over the edge of the very high bluff that she had been shortly before standing on. Branches and bramble slowed her fall, but her head struck a rotting oak trunk and she instantly was knocked unconscious.
Friday, December 16, 2005
New Music - Pandora
So you like music eh? I know that some of the Crum brothers have spent many hours (and in Jon's case, days) writing about their favorite musicians and their favorite albums and their favorite "greatest hits" and their favorite everything else related to music. Well, as I'm sure many of you can attest also, my musical tastes have been strongly influenced by the music that was in our home growing up. Just look at Jon's top ten albums and you find, of course, the Beatles over and over again. The music player on this very blog is based on music that we would have listened to, or heard Pop sing, growing up. River of Dreams by Billy Joel is one of the first CDs I remember ever seeing, Michael Jackson is, of course, our favorite break-dance music, and the theme to many episodes of "The Race" was composed by David Lance on the Desert Vision album. So how have we gone from our roots to where we are now? How did Nate get hooked on Dave Matthews and Hip-Hop, how did Matt ever hear of the Postal Service, and why do we listen to Iron & Wine or Jack Johnson? Well, obviously we have other people influencing our tastes in addition to our family. So I want to offer this little tool to those who still may feel confined by the music that everyone else listens to, or simply wants a change of tune... I have posted this on my own blog, it's called Pandora. You really should check it out. I don't often come across something that I can't stop talking about, but I have been telling everyone about this. You pick a song or artist that you know you like, and Pandora finds other similar music - stuff I have never heard before but really like. Give it a try.
[how does Pandora work? FAQ here]
[how does Pandora work? FAQ here]
"Quite Possibly the Astronomer Royal"
Why does the Christmas season follow directly after Thanksgiving?
I think it is a little bit strange that the day after we give thanks for all that we have, the day after our most contented day is the day we all rush about with our heads cut off in serious need of more, more, MORE!
I think some person in authority... who?... I don't know who. Quite possibly the astronomer Royal, should move the Thanksgiving holiday to a time where we really are thankful for everything we have, everything we have recently gotten. Sometime in between Christmas and Easter makes much more sence than just prior to the greatest shopping day of the year.
p.s. Does anyone else besides me remember that the Clauses would pray half-way through a meal just to be sure they WERE thankful?
I think it is a little bit strange that the day after we give thanks for all that we have, the day after our most contented day is the day we all rush about with our heads cut off in serious need of more, more, MORE!
I think some person in authority... who?... I don't know who. Quite possibly the astronomer Royal, should move the Thanksgiving holiday to a time where we really are thankful for everything we have, everything we have recently gotten. Sometime in between Christmas and Easter makes much more sence than just prior to the greatest shopping day of the year.
p.s. Does anyone else besides me remember that the Clauses would pray half-way through a meal just to be sure they WERE thankful?
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Gary Larson: A Tribute
Gary Larson was a genius. Above is an example that made me laugh until I was tearing up. My favorite is the one with the two dogs who are being served their dinner, the one dog looks all excited and says to the ther dog; "It's canned dog food again!" As far as Larson cartoons that apply to right now, I really like the one with the big King Kong chalk outline on the street, and inside his chalk outline are a bunch of people chalk outline.. Nice.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
BEN CRUM STILL COOL, SOURCES SAY
This semester is over!
One hour and 15 minutes of refraction and calculations and filter sandwiches was the final...well final of the 2005 Fall semester for yours truely. Having aced my math final (97/100) in a record 45 minutes earlier in the day I was anxious to complete my evening exam and file all my notes and sell my books, one week away from a road-trip to Florida. I have a little down time between then and now. Time to get an oil change, pick Nate up from the airport, maybe catch King Kong, make a playlist or two, wrap some gifts. This (should) will be the last road trip to Tampa to see the family. Come Christmas time 2006 and it will be a different, and hopefully shorter, stretch of interstate to see my family. And believe me, I've seen enough of I-75 to last a lifetime. The road from Chattanooga to Tampa is about as boring as driving across Kansas. No landmarks to look forward too, chances of bumper-to-bumper in ATL, and then reaching Florida and being slightly over halfway. The trip home is even worse, back to the slush and slop and blah of Bloomington.
And know for some Christmas Break Predictions:
1. - Pop will finally get that Jag he's always wanted.
2. - Mom will have one too many spiked (I mean spiced) ciders.
3. - Thomas will spend more time with Kalie than with his brothers from Indiana and Louisiana (this includes time she spends at the Crum house), but don't get me wrong, I also predict that I will understand.
4. - Jill Elisabeth will giggle for about 72 hours straight give or take a pig-snort or two.
5. - William will go undefeated at Tony Hawk (I'm bringing my PS2), but he will only be playing single player.
6. - Jesse will say something completely unintelligible, but we will all laugh because he's so cute.
7. - David will grow three more inches and another shoe size.
8. - Jon will make fun of Stephen to which Stephen will respond with either "Nerdy Brains" or "Dummy Fummy."
9. - Nate will announce the release of his long awaited "Mix Tape Vol. 1."
10. - And Matt will....... (I bet there could be some pretty good guesses as to what I'll do).
And know for some Christmas Break Predictions:
1. - Pop will finally get that Jag he's always wanted.
2. - Mom will have one too many spiked (I mean spiced) ciders.
3. - Thomas will spend more time with Kalie than with his brothers from Indiana and Louisiana (this includes time she spends at the Crum house), but don't get me wrong, I also predict that I will understand.
4. - Jill Elisabeth will giggle for about 72 hours straight give or take a pig-snort or two.
5. - William will go undefeated at Tony Hawk (I'm bringing my PS2), but he will only be playing single player.
6. - Jesse will say something completely unintelligible, but we will all laugh because he's so cute.
7. - David will grow three more inches and another shoe size.
8. - Jon will make fun of Stephen to which Stephen will respond with either "Nerdy Brains" or "Dummy Fummy."
9. - Nate will announce the release of his long awaited "Mix Tape Vol. 1."
10. - And Matt will....... (I bet there could be some pretty good guesses as to what I'll do).
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Chapter 1: Restless
Who could have ever imagined that three days could last a century.
"Only three days left", he thought, "so why can't I just calm down and wait it out?" But despite his best efforts he just couldn't get it off his mind. "I have the tickets, my leave paper-work is in, and my bags are packed... what am I so worried about? Man, this seems like forever!"
A brisk walk through the chill night seemed like a possible solution to the ever dwelling problem. "I'll just go freeze myself, to clear my mind", he thought as he slid out the door of his two story pent house. As he strolled into the nearby park he began to regret his decision to freeze as an escape from his ever looming anticipation. As he regreted his decision he found that he was lost and now in much need of a hot cup of coffee. "I'll just continue through this thicket untill I come upon a place to warm up and have a fresh brew".
One hour and thirty three minutes later he was crawling on his hands and knees through an ever thicker brush. It was so thick that he couldn't see an inch in front of his face. Panic began to overtake him as he struggled to carry on. Suddenly, as if by luck (or fate, or predestination) he happened upon a copper coin. Now this was a magical coin but he did not know that. In fact he just assumed it to be a penny so he payed it no attention.
Ignorance of the coin's true worth was he down fall but do not pity him because determination is his greatest strength. He pocketed the coin as if by instinct and druged on. The darkness surrounded him and the forest closed in, but he began to calm and except the fact that panic would only be a hindrance to him. With renewed hope he pushed on in what would be a more amazing journey than well... the band Journey!
"Only three days left", he thought, "so why can't I just calm down and wait it out?" But despite his best efforts he just couldn't get it off his mind. "I have the tickets, my leave paper-work is in, and my bags are packed... what am I so worried about? Man, this seems like forever!"
A brisk walk through the chill night seemed like a possible solution to the ever dwelling problem. "I'll just go freeze myself, to clear my mind", he thought as he slid out the door of his two story pent house. As he strolled into the nearby park he began to regret his decision to freeze as an escape from his ever looming anticipation. As he regreted his decision he found that he was lost and now in much need of a hot cup of coffee. "I'll just continue through this thicket untill I come upon a place to warm up and have a fresh brew".
One hour and thirty three minutes later he was crawling on his hands and knees through an ever thicker brush. It was so thick that he couldn't see an inch in front of his face. Panic began to overtake him as he struggled to carry on. Suddenly, as if by luck (or fate, or predestination) he happened upon a copper coin. Now this was a magical coin but he did not know that. In fact he just assumed it to be a penny so he payed it no attention.
Ignorance of the coin's true worth was he down fall but do not pity him because determination is his greatest strength. He pocketed the coin as if by instinct and druged on. The darkness surrounded him and the forest closed in, but he began to calm and except the fact that panic would only be a hindrance to him. With renewed hope he pushed on in what would be a more amazing journey than well... the band Journey!
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