Ninjas are people too
Along the rooftop he runs, gliding through
the night. But no one hears him on his way,
and yet as he gets closer, closer to
his goal, he thinks about his kid's ballet.
He silently arrives at your front door
and waits. Watch out for his great ninja sword,
it will slice you in two. He hears you snore,
defeat is something he cannot afford.
Your house is quiet as the ninja treads
through it and finds his way to your locale.
Not hesitating, he prepares his edge.
His deed now done, he leaves to see his gal.
As with you and I, ninjas too have kin
that will forgive and bear their father's sin.
('Tis a sonnet, by the way. A Shakespearian sonnet. 'Twas a bitch to write.)
I’m a Dream Hunter, through and through
It seems I'm paying more attention to people this year, specifically at school. I never realized what a great place school was for people watching. I dunno if it's better than the theatre, though, as you don't see the same exact people everyday at the theatre. I want to write again. Poetry. Observations. Random ejaculations of creativity. I want it again.
I want lots of things.
More time.
More outtings with friends (the lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings, specifically, comes to mind).
More mobility.
I want my license.
I want to be able to roam.
I want to be able to hang out.
I want to be free.
I want these things, and more. These things, those that make up many others' lives, I want.
I want the joy that music brings me.
I want to be part of the songs.
Floating in time with the flutes,
bouncing around with the drums.
Dancing with the bass strings,
screaming with the electric guitars.
I want it all.
The melody, my best friend, trails me along.
Ups and downs.
Familiar paths, new frontiers.
Coming in on the high note,
going out on the low.
I want it all.
The joy, the sorrow.
I want to be part of it.
Part of the epic,
the story.
My story.
Sometime last month, I downloaded the Rise of the Star project. Basically, it's a remix of most (all?) of the music from the original Kirby game. At first, I thought it was lacking, and kind of neglected the playlist entries. As of late, however, I have been listening to the tracks, more closely than before, and I hear something, something more. The effort put into these songs. This is some high-quality stuff right here. The artists were clearly passionate about their work and strove to make it the best they possibly could. This stuff is amazing. It really stays true to the mood of the game too. It's upbeat, it's happy, it's got a nice variety (triangle in one song, electric guitar in another; fast song one minute, slow song the next). It's perfect. It fits the game 100% and is seriously some awesome work. These guys better be getting paid for their musical talents.
Shortly after downloading Rise of the Star, I hit up The Dark Side of Phobos. A project dedicated to remixing music from the original Doom game. All of this music, while actually sharing a composer, has a completely different feel than Rise of the Star. And it shouldn't be any other way. The DSoP captures the spirit of Doom perfectly. Dark music, combined with not so upbeat instruments (if that's even possible), create an atmosphere unique only to Doom. I guess you'd have to listen to the music to fully understand what I mean. Both of them, Rise of the Star and The Dark Side of Phobos. I recommend you check them out. Whether you have actually played these games or not. This is some high-quality work that I hope everyone can appreciate and enjoy.
Note: Writing at 2AM may be unhealthy for both the artist and the reader. You have been warned.
The Universe is Full of Waffles
This is still sort of a work in progress. Mostly in the pipe linking department, but also in a few other areas.
"Ready the cannons!"
"The cannons are ready, sir,. May I ask what the commotion is about, sir?"
"We're under attack, my boy!"
"Under attack?! But who would be attacking us?"
"Why, son, none other than those damn Waffles!"
"The Waffles?! Surely it cannot be!"
"I'm afraid it is so. Everyone has been alerted. Cities are being evacuated. We must do our best, son!"
---
And so, the waffle invasion begain. Waffles rained down from the sky, there was no escape. The waffles fell at such great speeds that they crashed right through buildings. The great anti-waffle cannon, while destroying hundreds upon thousands of the nefarious waffles, eventually succumbed to the onslaught.
---
"Dr. von Syrup, I came as quickly as I could! You said you've developed something to rid us of the waffle invaders?"
"Why yes, Butter, my young assistant, I have developed the ultimate anti-waffle weapon! Surely to save us all!"
"Well, what is it?!"
Dr. von Syrup pulled the white curtain off of the here-to-now hidden 'ultimate weapon.'
"Why it's... it's... what is it?"
"This," the professor said, as he pointed to a large plastic lady filled with a translucent, dark brown substance, "is Jemima. Code name 'Aunt.'"
"So this is the mysterious 'Aunt' project!"
"Yes. All one has to do is simply--"
And with what was possibly the worst timing in the history of the known universe, a waffle came crashing down right onto Dr. von Syrup. He was killed instantly, along with the answer to humanity's crisis.
---
"So what does one dead human say to the other dead human?" A waffle husband asks his waffle wife.
"I dunno, what?"
"Nothing, because they're both dead!"
"Enough with the dead human jokes, OK? Let's see what's on TV."
A gray glow filled the great waffle room of the waffle house, accompanied with the sound of static.
"Hm. It probably wasn't the best idea to destroy all the humans, now was it, deary?"
"Probably not."
The waffle husband shut off the TV, tucked his waffle children into their waffle beds, and joined his waffle wife in their own waffle bed.
"Goodnight honey... Honey? Are you there?"
He turned on the waffle lamp and pulled back the waffle blanket. At the top of the waffle wife's perfectly round body was a decidedly human-mouth sized chunk of waffle missing from the waffle husband's waffle wife.
Dream Log 7/21/05
Oh my. This dream may perhaps be even crazier than the last Mr. Hall, associate principal from school, visited my house. It sounded as if he wanted me to tone down my site, or my computer, so as to save resources, or something. Really, he was all about getting me off of the thing. [he doesn't seem like an articulate man] He thought Mom should kick me off of it because she bought it. I whipped out an invoice that looked like it was from AbilityPC [thus proving that I had, infact, bought AndrAIa, which is true. I just didn't get her from a local place.] He asked Mom if it was authentic. Then Mom [for some reason] wanted me to show him how I walked, [to] show him my posture. I did not comply. Why should I have to do anything for Mr. Hall? After he left, I got on AIM to tell Jason and Mom told me to shut it down, for it was 11PM on Monday. I just yelled "Are we still doing that?!" [no clue what that was supposed to mean]
I woke up peaceful and well rested. [plus, I woke up at 7:30, EARLY!]
Quite odd!
Again, this is all written exactly as I wrote it in my notebook when I wokeup. Everything in [braces] is an addtion or comment afterwards.
Added notes in margin:
Post Scriptum:
When Mom asked me to walk for him, I blurted out "You want me to show him my posture?!"
When I told Jason, I made horrible spelling mistakes:
satoshi: que [?!] Hejk came over my heodr! [wtf?]
satoshi: Mr.
satoshi: Hall
satoshi: my house
Dream Log 7/12/05
Written exactly as is in my notebook.
1
I was in a port town and a huge storm was coming from the ocean. Everybody was to be indoors as soon as possible. One wave hit, and it was all we could do to hold David back. In the mean time, I talked to Mary. Found out she was suicidial (!) and planned to kill herself with the storm. [interjection: DAMN I have some weird dreams!] I had a stack of CDs on me and let her fling them around the room, causing much damage. Something about 2AM Band being too much for her [o_O]. I also had Mom check my worklog or something from school, for some odd reason we had to turn it in soon and the person was coming in on a boat of sorts. We go out there and Brian grabs the boat/capsule that had just floated in in order to steady it with the dock just as this lady with a butch hair cut told us. She said that Brian had dropped a key below the deck, so I jumped down to get it. I landed on old blacktop and woke up. I was crying. Somehow I knew Brian was gonna commit suicide too...
Extra notes I wrote afterwards and in the margin.
While talking with Mary, we both had quite the cry session during which, in an attempt to hug her, I sneezed and got mucus all over my face. Choice quote: "I'm not hugging you like that." One of the CDs destroyed Brian's already deteriorated Puzz3D of some English castle. [True! Brian made this castle Puzz3D thing and it has been sitting on this weird sewing machine thingy in Dad's dining room for SOOO long! Many of the pieces are missing and it's falling apart like no other.]
I cried so hard with Mary.
There was a pool table in this large room that had a huge glass wall facing the ocean. [The room had a huge glass wall, not the pool table. Again, I'm writing all this exactly as I wrote it in my notebook.] This is where David ran as a wave crashed through part of the wall.
Mary was on a bar stool of sorts in a corner near said pool table.
2
Another dream involved a teacher, perhaps a sensei of sorts, and... cars. For some reason I want to say water too.
There was a sleek black car on a white cement street that had those smooth curbs up to peoples' lawn. I remember seeing my master of sorts in the car. Back or front, both seem plausible. I remember pulling my car behind his and getting out to talk to him. That is all I remember.