Fix the weather and expose Robert Frost

I don't know what it is about where I live. The past week, I've seen it rain, snow, and even hail. However, these are all between bouts of fantastic sunshine. In fact, just the past two days it has been so hot that my friend and I broke a sweat playing World of Warcraft!!! And we weren't even doing any serious questing! I have thought at great length what course of action we should take to combat this new foe, "Weather." Logically, my solution is to



We currently have our greatest minds on that challenge...

Onward to bigger and better things. And by that, I mean the rest of this post. I've realized that for me to attempt and post more than once a week is going to frustrate me. As much as I'd love to share insights and events with you, I really wouldn't be able to live up to the commitment.

So, every week check back and see if I've posted something new...or follow me. I'm always good for that. Now that we have that out of the way, I would like to tell you all a little theory of mine.

I believe that Robert Frost is a closet homosexual. Why? Recently, due to a class, I've been forced to read Frost's work, as well as do some research. Looking at "The Lockless Door", "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", and "Fire and Ice" (Not to mention a few others that are less obvious), it's clear as day the truth behind Robert Frost's orientation.

Now, I have no problem with this, as most atheists don't really give a crap about this sort of thing.

NEWS BREAK: I don't believe in God. My reasoning is that it makes no logical sense. However, I do respect the other religions, as long as they don't pester me about being atheist.

I found this information interesting, so I delve deeper. It would appear that Frost was also insane, hearing voices at a young age. Insanity ran in his family. Perhaps his nature was never opened in his mind until he used poetry as a means for venting it, and controlling it for his family. I have another theory, but out of respect for those who may be squeamish to offensive words like molestation, George W. Bush and rape, I shan't announce it.

Okay, I've messed with enough heads for one post. I'll see you sometime later.

Put the "Rum" back in African Drumming

Before I begin, let me apologize to my brother for intentionally delaying this post to make him think that I lost interest in the blog again...in response to his assumed response, I understand that he'll hurt me when he returns home.

I'm finishing up a break for a week. YAY!!!! Now that I have my incredibly silly moment out of the way, I'll just start by saying that I spent last Thursday night and Friday playing video games, with a hint of Saturday. What did I play? Well, I had two of my friends up, and we played Rock Band. I've played the game before, but after a night of practice, I finally can play the bass part on hard, and some songs on expert (And score over 90 percent)!

Anyway, onto the point of the title. Last Saturday, I went to an open mic night in a nearby town. The event wasn't held at a bar, or a cafe, but rather at an art gallery. A few people from all around came by, brought some food or drinks, and played an instrument. Overall, it was kinda boring. I sat there for a few hours listening to music I'd either already heard the previous time I was there, or didn't care about due to its boring nature. I played a song or two with my drummer friend, harmonized with a guitarist, and left wishing I'd stayed home and found a crappy movie online instead.

Still, there was one point of the night that got to me. At one point, there was a man who brought a multitude of African drums, and started drumming. I'm going to break down my reaction, step by step.

1. Okay, this is going to be interesting
2. Wow, impressive speed, but no rhythm
   
3. Still no rhythm
4. Finally...wait, he's back to just speed drumming
5. My god, it's been going on for 20 minutes now
6. How are people liking this?
7. The wheels on the bus go round and...oh, it's time to clap now...thank Chuck Norris

I appreciate the fact that people are trying to bring around a different culture to people who wouldn't otherwise understand, but it seems to me that we've taken certain things out of context. For example, we see a man at a party where everybody's wasted. We'll call him Steve. Steve is chatting up people in a language he and his drunk friend have created.

Let's take Steve out of this environment, and place him into a presidential inauguration. He'll play the part of a speaker. Steve starts speaking in this new language at the podium. Most are curious as to what he's doing, and believe it's a piece of art. As he stays in his drunken stupor (Steve is an attention whore) and speaks, people grow tired of not understanding what's said, and lose interest. It's then that Steve vomits and passes out, letting the Secret Service take him away.

If what I said makes any sense, you can help by encouraging others to seek culture combined. By that, I mean to incorporate African drumming in American rock. Modify recipes to include multicultural foods. Try making taco spaghetti one night. Basically, don't shortchange your own culture for another's when you can get more enjoyment out of combining them for your own style.

I hope I didn't offend anybody with this post. If I did, let me know how, so I can get a better perspective over what I did wrong, and how I can improve in the future. As a question to all of you, what's the worst public experience you ever had?

Make Pandora mandatory for all!!!

As I'm writing this fantastic blog, I'm listening to Pandora. For those who don't know what it is, I'm going to break it down like we were in Chemistry class.

1. Put in the name of a song or artist. The website will find music similar to that song or artist, and play it.
2. If you like it, you vote thumbs up. If not, vote thumbs down, and it's gone forever from that list.
3. There needs to be a step 3?

There are a few more cool things you can do with this program, but no matter what you like, you can find even more stuff you like. Pandora feeds my music addiction. Not only that, but it comes on the IPhone...I wish I had an IPhone. I think that their only next step is to replace all radio stations. Period.

So, if you are curious to what I'm listening to, let me respond. I am listening to a playlist for the Strokes. I also have one for Keane, one for the Rasmus, one for Tenacious D, for "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds, and a few more. It's a wonderful perk being able to customize your stations almost completely.

Some random notes to self: The Killers are a great band that have sunk into forgetfulness. Hot Fuss was a great album. Kill all humans. Buy milk.

So, it turns out I don't have a parasite. I checked today with a doctor at the school if I had a parasite. They said that I showed no symptoms, and that running the test would be pointless. In a way, I was a little upset. I was hoping that I was a parasite daddy. I would've raised it, and named it Steve. After it left me, I would've cried. Yet, I would've known that I had done a good job raising him.

So, goodbye hypothetical Steve. And this is a good end for this post. I'll talk to you guys later. Until then, long days and pleasant nights.

My Friend's Analysis of "My Papa's Waltz"

Analysis of "My Papa's Waltz"
by Ludwig Von Shrinkdik

Personally, I was not a fan of "My Papa's Waltz." It is respectable that he drinks whiskey, as shown by the first line of the poem, rather than simple cheap pisswater. However, real men should be able to hold their liquor enough to not star dancing with little children against their belt buckles. A real man drinks Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and mutters to himself about the war.

Remember to post on my blog!

Well, it's been a while. Let me just give a quick recap of everything that I can remember that I did to tell you about.

• Played a gig at a local Cafe
• Watched a crapload of movies (Watchmen, I Love You Man, Watchmen again)
• Learned to fly
• Made up the previous fact
• Forgot to post on the blog

I just thought I'd come on and tell you some more fun stuff that's happened recently. In our school, the previous day, one unnamed individual took their own fecal matter and wrote the word "SHIT" on the wall with it. Now, I did not see this act, or the evidence, but when I heard of this act, I laughed. The first thought in my head was "What if they ran out of shit?" A few hours later, I was glad I wasn't there. I would've pulled out a marker and wrote "Thank you Captain Obvious" underneath.

However, there is a shining gleam of hope, which revolves around my return to Blogger, and my update schedule's on a random basis until I get back in the swing of it.

My next post is going to be in a few seconds, however, due to the next and final topic of this blog. My Reading Literature class has asked me to do a critical essay evaluation of a poem (out of 4 choices). I chose this poem, and I asked my friend to write the critical essay. You should enjoy it.