The Raging Silence

Robots

2004-05-27T20:00:00.000-04:00

A little info: robots are here to kill. We only think they are helping us now, but soon we will find missing metal plates in our cars and homes. Nuts and bolts will be lost, and no one will know the cause. They will come with burning fire and destroy the world.

Charging his phaser, 01001 switched into kill mode. His visual receptors locked onto his target, and BAM, he killed your mom!

That's what the future will be like. I'm scared, and you should be too.

That's why I've decided to invest in organic foods. Organs are the only way to stop these unstoppable killing math machines. Harvest your organs, and join us today at "Organs for the Destruction of Electronically Advanced Robots."

Remember that loud sound you hear at night when you live by the highway? Those aren't cars, THEY'REKILLERROBOTSWAITINGFORTHEIRCHANCETOKILLYOU.

The Wrong Time

2004-03-22T18:38:00.000-05:00

The ideas that I have to write about couldn't have come at a worse time. I still have a lot (relatively) to write about, but I'm taking a break from internet type things. I will try to write down what I have somewhere else then post it here eventually.

That's it.

About Blogging

2004-03-11T08:23:00.000-05:00

Sorry to disappoint anyone out there waiting on the edge of his seat for my next post. I've been like a dry well for my lack of ideas. I assure everyone that my roots have dug a little deeper all because of recent progress that only one person will know about, and I have many more ideas now. New blogs soon.

The Deepness of Anger

2004-03-02T20:28:00.000-05:00

I was thinking the other day about the goings on in this world (which I normally do), and I came to an interesting conclusion.

There are a lot of angry people out there waiting and hoping for something new to protest, slander, and joke about. Why, I asked myself, do people find it necessary to slam anything and everything that happens? Whether it is politics, movies, music, TV, or Internet, there will always be at least one person sneaking his way through the tall grass, and hiding in the deep recesses of the Internet ready to pounce on the issues.

While I agree that some things should be put down, everything does not need to be "flamed." The reason for this is that most people believe that by being angry and stating the other side of the issue, they become "deep." What they do not know, however, is that people who are already "deep" understand the other side of the issue, and have already made an intelligent decision based on researched information. These "flamers," as I will call them, can range from the average Joe to a celebrity or political figure, and will state their ignorant opinions to a toaster, if it would listen.

Being angry does not make one "deep." Being angry only makes one angry.

Living For the Weekend

2004-02-27T18:52:00.000-05:00

I've found out what that phrase means, and I'm not too happy about it. It means that I don't have a lot of time to do what I want during the week, and when the weekend comes it's packed full of everything.
I'm a man who really wants to go back to school. I can't wait for next semester.

In the Works

2004-02-27T18:25:00.000-05:00

Ok, sorry for the long delay, I've been busy doing nonsense, and making up new boardgames that are more awesome than the couch I'm sitting on right now.

I've been thinking up a new blog, and I'm not sure how long it will take to actually write it down. First I need people to not come over every day, and second I need to just do it.

I might even put it down tonight. Until next time

Update

2004-02-23T18:26:00.000-05:00

I've added a comments and trackback section for those of you who enjoy that.

I'm also working on giving a new face to this site. This will come sometime soon I hope.

I'm out

The Chinese Strike Again

2004-02-19T19:42:00.000-05:00

Where I work there is a Chinese woman who I often ask to translate ridiculous phrases. Today I was looking for something that would be hilarious to tattoo onto one's body, but ended up having a small revelation.

I asked her how the phrase "holy crap" would be written in Mandarin. Of course she did not understand the phrase, and I attempted to explain the meaning of holy (pure etc.) and crap (that was a little awkward). Eventually she understood and wrote down the translation. I moved on, asking about "doctor love" which I also had to explain (quite a bit more awkward). Eventually she began showing me that to make one word or phrase in Mandarin one puts two characters together that already have meaning. Here is an example: "doctor love" is made by putting the "flower" (the word for woman appropriately) character together with the "heart" character (this means the same as "lady's man"). Most translations apparently are not direct, and only hold the same idea as the English sentence.

Then I asked her to explain the two characters in "holy crap." The first symbol is the symbol for the word "God." She showed me that the symbol for "people" is just two lines away from being "God." Take the symbol for people, add one line in the middle, and the word "strong" is made. Add another line over the whole symbol, and the word is "God." The way she explained it is perfect.

"People cannot be bigger than God," she said as I rushed around the office trying to control everything and everyone.

There I was in the middle of thinking "I have the power (He-Man style)," and, boom, I'm hit with this. God works in mysterious ways.

How's That?

2004-02-13T23:54:00.000-05:00

How's that, you jerks, two posts (well three now) in one day?!?
This is a new record for me.

Little People

2004-02-13T23:53:00.000-05:00

It seems to me that in this politically correct world we end up being politically corwrong most of the time. I was thinking about this today, I have no idea why, but does the name Little People sound more degrading than Midget? I think it does. People associate the word "little" with small things of course, but we also associate the word with, "little twelve year old girls" (the number twelve is not the only good number one can use). One of the more degrading things I can think of to call someone is a "little twelve year old girl/boy." First it insults their intelligence, and second their size (and third, perhaps, their gender). That sentence might come out something along the lines of, "What are you a little twelve year old girl?" when someone does something stupid. The word makes us think of something inhuman. Sometimes it is difficult to see a baby as a real human being because it is small. Calling a midget a "little person" is just as degrading as calling them bird poop, or Michael Jackson. Political correctness is an effort to make people equal, but in this case it has successfully made something different into something inhuman.

A little about myself

2004-02-13T23:35:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the long wait. The reason is mostly laziness, but there is also a pinch of being tired, sick, and not being able to open up to others easily. I'm a pretty quiet guy until one gets to know me, but still I don't say as much as say a dog on sedatives.

This being the case, and this blog being potentially viewed by a lot of people (not because I'm good, but the internet is big), leads to hesitation. I was also not sure where I wanted to go with this blog, but then realized that if I just write it will go where it goes no worries.

I'm studying p-sychology in university, and that will show in a lot of what I write. I enjoy psychology because I am a very analytical person. When it comes to any situation, I like to make sure every action is planned, every person's reaction is predicted, and every outcome is known before I move. I do not always think like this in every situation of course, but more often than not, I think before I leap.

I tend to think I know everything (most analytical people do), and that I am the only person in the world that thinks like I do (once again most people similar to me do this as well). I have come to realize, however, that I am not the only person in the world to think or even act like I do, although I think everyone should think this way.

Thinking this way leads to what I do best, counselling. I like counselling not because I am a good talker, or the best listener in the world (although I do that well), but because I know people well. A few years ago I did a lot of praying which consisted mostly of asking God for wisdom. I think He gave me a little taste. I am not going to make any claims about being "wise beyong my years," or even having more wisdom than others, but I know that I can and have already helped some people. That is my calling, and I know that whatever I do, I will be sharing wisdom (counselling) with others.

I started writing, and that is what came out.

For Those Of You Who Like Updates...

2004-02-05T22:55:00.000-05:00

...the proprietor of this blog seems to be off his crutches, and hobbling around. I had hoped, in vain it would appear, that his lack of mobility would prompt more output for this site. Now I see that I shall have to do more than hope - brother, I'm coming home next weekend. Your knees have an appointment with my bat!

Links

2004-01-27T17:46:00.000-05:00

There, I fixed the link to my brother's blog.

Something I didn't mention in my first blog is this: I'm not sure how often I'll be posting. The reason for the non-frequent blogs is that sometimes I get lazy.

There you go.

Legs and Ankles

2004-01-26T03:28:00.000-05:00

Well I went tobogganing today, (something these northerners do) and I was having a great time with the few people that were there (getting just a few bumps and bruises).

Then the rest of my posse decided to show up, quite a bit late, but they nevertheless were accepted with open arms. With only one toboggan between four people, there was not much room for fast paced action. They brought lots of great toys with them, and I especially liked the GTs (I have used these many times before).

In fact I liked the GTs so much that the first thing I did, before saying hello, was steal the GT, and rocket down the hill towards inevitable doom. There was a ramp that was more like a wall of ice at the bottom, and oh did I get some air. I hung suspended in the air for at least an hour before I landed, or at least it seemed that way. Before becoming a bird though, I noticed something. I noticed that the ramp was so steep that on impact my left ankle bent up towards my unsuspecting shin breaking (as I thought) on impact. A few hours in the emergency room, (a few meaning over six) and the hospital and I found out that it was just a really bad sprain.

I just got home.

To everyone who was afraid for my life: I'm ok.

The Raging Silence

2004-01-25T15:24:00.000-05:00

I've decided to make my own blog. I have created this blog because a few people have told me they would like to read something more from me, and my brother (the transplanted Texan) posts so much on his site, that my posts are overshadowed. My style is also different from my brother's therefore making it difficult for people to read especially when my posts are very far off topic. While I will most likely still post every now and then on his blog, I will do most of my blogging here for my own enjoyment.

I hope that anyone who reads this blog will enjoy it, but keep in mind that I am not as politically minded as my brother, and my posts will, perhaps, be more of the humorous variety.

Evan