Missing the 90's

So what I knew Dougs crush was patti, I never got afraid of the dark, told a football head to move it, and knew every word to every casey casum top 40. I know you can't change the past, and the 90's I would never want to change. I grew up riding bikes under street lights, and building ramps with plywood and 2x4s. It was not as dangerous and Rocco had a modern life and ahhh the teen bop magazines were real. I wasn't afraid of the dark or to watch R.L. stiens goosebumps. I knew about all the scariest places on earth and knew every vampire Buffy slayed and every demon the power of 3 conquered. Nothing now could compare to the 90s nor could anyone make me feel any other way. I love being a 90s kid from the mixed tapes to the first burned CD to pager codes. Can anyone compare? I doubt it hope all the 90s kids feel the same.

Brain abyss

I sometimes can't help to sit and think about the future. At twenty-five, I am an adult, but I still dream just as I did at five; Thinking I can own any part of the world, and do whatever I want. Well no one ever told me it depends on the economy at five, I could have been a princess,fairy,unicorn,doctor, scientist, and that was possible no one ever said no. What happens to big dreams when they die? Does the death of a dream signify a complete failure? I think dreams should be considered something of value. With dreams, you can go anywhere, make any decisions, overcome any obstacle, and "choose your path." Is life just a book of chances and put together cobblestone walkways? Like everything , life could be different, it all depends on decisions made by the owner of that life. Life to me, is really what your personal being makes of it. There is so much known responsibility when growing into adult life-hood. As an adult, so much more is expected out of you, and it sometimes becomes more of a task if too many things get put out at once. This makes me miss the child I once was, miss the truly simple life, no bills, college loans, and no worries most off. The future seems to be here in the present, the present is in the past, and my mind is swimming with worries on a regular; Living in the here and now, makes life seem manageable, although the path of the here and now may not be fully seen. Decisions, as they say will make or brake you, and this is because you can make your life as easy or as hard as you want to make it. Life is full of lessons, and sometimes those lessons are more of trials to see how much can be put on your shoulders before you completely lose your mind. Mind over matter is easier said than done, the mind is more powerful than any human realizes. My mind keeps me going on a constant wheel of thoughts, it has a process I have not yet conquered. This life is mine, and only bad decisions will take it from me. It's just like all the superhero movies everything has a reaction good or bad reaction is really based on yourself and how you perceive things to be. I am my own superhero because of my choices, so I can be whatever I want, do whatever I set my mind too, and only you can prevent forest fires.

Talk to the hand

This giant hand, in my face saying texting and driving can wait. My new LG flex I do so love,but slicing fruit with a hand in my face really gets on my nerves, but Apparently it can wait. This waiting game is getting old, because at this point this hand has to go. I want to browse the web, explore this LG G Flex in great detail. I can only make out half the screen because this hand is harassing me.  What is a widget? Tell me I say, damn hand get out of my way. A simple sticker, most would say, but this hand is mocking me every single day. This flex only has room for one hand, and it's not yours tiny screen. I know not of hand struggles, because a normal phone doesn't need a hand double. I will no longer talk to you mini hand because this is my new phone, I finally have a plan. Off to Wal-Mart I need to get this hand off my phone. I just want to explore this new technology without a snag there's a new screen protector to be had. To explore the LG flex finally getting home, put on the new blank screen now the hand is gone no more it can wait harassing me.

Automaton Me

If you were an automaton, what would you do? When I read about automatons they have a set of programmed skills personal to each , lets say, creature. Granted, if you were an automaton the choice of programming would most assuredly not come to you. But lets imagine. First, let me just say that i would choose to look like a sexy mix of steampunk chick mixed with the hair styles fashioned by pinup girls, and I would remain thick(though maybe not so much as now). Having thus given you my image I will now tell you my automaton strength.  The cogs and gears that make me have been created as to allow me to accumulate and store knowledge at my will. Let me repeat, at my will. Yes, I will remain programmed to work only when I deem fit.  HaHa! Fun with imagination! Furthermore, I would have a photogenic kind of memory mechanism as I will still love to read and wish to be able to remember the wonderful words of my literary adventures. Oh, I know I'm a white girl now but automaton me is brushed copper and brass. I most definitely come manufactured with gems and jewels set into my appearance.  This leads me to my next strength, which is being kick ass at defending myself and anyone else I wish.  I WISH.  Next, I have a cache of interchangeable parts that include but are not limited to breast plates of varying sizes as well as ass plates, to keep things interesting.  Fret not friends, I have on my cache an arsenal of attachable weaponry. Lastly(I think), I come programmed multilingual.  I would be able to speak and read fluently all the languages of the world, lost and useless included.  So there it is, here I am. Automaton Me. 

 

Who would you be?

Thnx LadyNerd

Menk in the Mountains

Apparently, some people in Russia think going exploring in woods named after the dead will lead to a very successful story. I do not understand when a tribe that has been very close to the area for years says Menk and explains what it is, makes anyone want to travel any further. I do feel sorry for the peoples lives lost to this creature, but really guys come on this is another time I feel like a smart comment will suffice. The menk is like 8 to 15 feet tall, and looks more to me like a neanderthal, which also explains the stalking of the kids in the picture, predators act on impulse, its how they survive. Already, in some areas the menk is getting closer to neighborhoods, and I believe this is due to the same reason bears end up in trash in some areas; Searching for food, or a food source. I do not see why we believe this is a crazy find. Does everyone forget in History the ice caps melting, or the great freeze, or even the land shift? All of these would explain the creatures ending up in places randomly, our scientists can not really think whole species are extinct without knowingly looking to prove extinct or still living. I am not sure how all of that works, but to some degree I feel as if everyone should know if we try to disprove Eisenstein why not try to prove or disprove extinction? Makes sense to me. Russia, is now one of the places I am most in fear of for a list or reasons, and it seems I will never get to see that country. Honestly, Russia has never been on my top, so I am not really disappointed in that outcome. I am however, wondering why people with proof after proof, goes into the woods where they live and some never return. Do not go hunting for a Yeti without a gun that could kill it in like ten shots, and you will need more than one gun a .22 is not going to do it. Hikers, do not go to the yeti mountains with nothing but a camera, some girl lost her tongue, guy lost his eyes, it may be from the ice age, but we are talking about the Soviets, and they could have made this animal because just think if you could ride a yeti, you could just have the yeti fight for you and they seem pretty bullet proof considering. So, this could be another government secret in those mountains, and these hikers get torn by the yeti, before they can make it down to tell anyone what was seen. The yeti has been spotted all over in Russia, so did the military do this to hide a secret, or to harness the yetis power, or is big foot just running out of food, and since I have never met a yeti I do not know if beef jerky will be enough to become friends with the creature. I vote stay out of the Russian woods hikers, something that big in my neighborhood I think I would just start climbing rock walls indoors. Here is a pretty interesting link I found to go with one side of this story, http://www.cryptozoonews.com/rus-yeti/ , and here is a picture from the other side, and back when this was taken, pictures did not auto zoom and focus, so you guys be the judge.

 So is big foot real, and is he an apparent human stalker? I guess we will truly never know, I am curious myself, but I am not going into Russia to find out.

New Chicken of The Sea

Mermaids have been a trending topic recently, and I decided to further research this topic because of the wide spread trending going on. So many "folktales" speak of creatures no longer in existence, but none of them actually say the "fairy tales" are fact or fiction. This pandemonium about the mermaid got all started from a documentary titled Mermaids: A Body Found in which a scientist uncovered proof mermaids exist. I have not seen this documentary, but I do have what makes me believe in mermaids. January 9th, 1493 Christoper Columbus describes seeing 3 siren like creatures, that were not as depicted, and had faces of a man. Columbus also noted he had seen creatures like this before. The next encounter involves one of the best known circus acts of all time Barnum and Bailey they had the all too well known Fiji Mermaid, which was a complete fake, but they also had this:

 ^ This is from the actual ad for the real mermaid

                                                        ^ the only known picture of the mermaid because right before the exibit a mysterious fire burned the famous Barnum Museum down with the creatures and such getting completely destroyed. Poor mermaid made to live in a tube then you boil and get grilled like a fish.

 

^ this is a close up of the hand I believe he wanted to go home he looks so sad and fascinated at the same time.

 

I am not going to be the person to say magick is not real, but because of natural human greed we capture these creatures, and our governments do not want any of it leaked, and deny it all. All of these facts, make me sad. It is our fault all these unknown creatures seem so harmful because they attack us or seem so viscous. Think humans use the brain if we got stuck in a tube we would call it kidnapping, and the person would go to prison for a short time. Also, humans tend to get mad when the government buys up the and to run highways through, but us running oil lines , and the dangerous sonar testing killing marine life is fine because there some monster. They may not be as beautiful as some say, but the bloop is a real thing, and think not everything looks the same after so many years or having to adapt to your surroundings. We should just leave them alone, and give them the little piece of sea so we can preserve what our simple minds can not seem to wrap our heads around. In the world of diplomacy, some things are better left unsaid. Lincoln Chafee famous words, and believe them because we want to catch and dissect everything we can get our hands on because that is how humans study things, but no one government wants something like this getting out because it is something they could not readily control. Then because of what you seen its better to never speak because you might leave from the interview, and an unexplaind bomb placed by the flower truck has blown you to dust, but there is this unknown bomber in town. I guess random bombers all know when a folklore interview is going on, so they decide "Hey he's talkin' about mermaids, you see that Earl?Yea Joe. Lets blow his silly ass to the sky." So, just believe as you wish, but know that saying. Also, I like to think of it as swimming with the sharks, then getting mad when you lose a leg; Hey buddy, your in an ocean, what creature lives in an ocean? Sharks is the answer, but humans think its weird when sharks attack, we call it home invasion on land, and yet again can get someone prison time. I am in strong belief we are the reason these amazing creatures are no longer beautiful, and we should stop having to mess everything up we find. Next time you see a mermaid ask how his/her day is i bet it would be cooler having a mermaid for a best friend, especially if you can't swim. Hello, this nerd believes in mermaids, and I am proud to be the person to introduce the coolest chicken of the sea.

All that noise on the radio

A day or so ago, my partner and I were having a conversation about music. We came to the realization there is very little good music left in the world. Now, it seems that there are three types of music; Rap,Scream-o, and Country. What happened to all of the different types of bands, variation of sounds, boy/ girl bands, good concerts, and mixed tapes. I feel sorry for the younger generation because the fact of the matter is they will never hear the weekly top 40 or trade a Teen Bop poster. This hopefully will not drown out the last little talents we have left in the world. I am so disappointed in music these days and how it "came so far," just to be an epic fail. I do not miss cassette tapes because of the hassle, but I do miss music on MTV, different music on one tape, and broadcasted concerts that were not holographic. Back in the day Teen Beat and mixed tapes were a right of passage, you say Teen Beat to a kid these days they ask what state. Our future looks like no dancing, a real life FOOTLOOSE. A country without decent music is a very boring place indeed. I can also honestly say I can not remember the last time I bought a CD that I waited x-amount of time to get. These rights of passages that the younger generations lack will keep them from ever being able to become a music critic. There is no way to become a music critic with training from noise. I listen to all different types of music so I think I may have rights to speak on this topic because you guys should know I matter. Like I am head queen of music that is entirely correct, I am in no way rich, but I am completely qualified to talk on this topic. Those who believe this statement to be true say amen. Someone please explain to me where all the boy and girl bands went, they all disappeared about the same time. Like someone kidnapped all of our sappy love songs, silk shirts, hearts torn up, love like candy, and mmmm bops, and just what happened to them. I can probably count how many times I have listened to the radio since I have been a grown up. I usually use CD's or my mp3 player, even though I talk about rights of passage, the noise on the radio is not as good as my new school technology has. How many 6th graders are going to get the no box now you can't announce your love via mix tape? I vote we bring back real music, and put it in there with mixed mp3 playlists, and you have an updated version of back then. Music come back to the world and don't take your time. Lets get the noise off the radio and put music back in action.

If I was Spiderman

If I was Spiderman, I would be bitten by a spider first off so in the beginning I  instantly hate radioactive spiders because now when I sneeze to hard I get glued to my ceiling. The only downside is spring cleaning and dusting my house for cobwebs, around here Mary and I call them Spidey web because I am ultra sensitive on seeing or hearing people talk about my web problem, this makes my senses tingly. I can do everything a Spider can but I am scared of rolled newspaper still to this day, notice I worked for the paper, but never read it; I thought it would conquer my fears, and it did not. However, I have Mary Jane and everyone seems to love that. I like to make-out hanging upside down because it gives me confidence in myself and my web, and as you can see my web is not typical because it supports like a 160 pound man just fine, and my Dr. says a spray of web a day keeps the Dr. away, and my only response to that is my web is what took me to the doctor to begin with. I was just fine before the Peter Parker loving spider bit me to begin with. I am the only Superhero who could climb the ceiling to catch my lady, so eat your heart out Hulk; I am SPIDERMAN!