The Apple iPad

So Apple revealed their latest and greatest iPad.

Apparently, it's been on the news all day. I, however, fail to keep up with current events. How on earth did I miss the headline, even on the internet?

Anyways, I found out about it in an email from Apple. At first, I thought it was a joke because of a video I saw earlier. A friend of mine posted this vid. Hmm, maybe that's why he posted it with the attention the actual iPad is receiving.

Ah, MadTV--so ahead of the times, ain'tcha?

Two-thousand and ten:

Here's to a new year. May it be prosperous and kind to all.

"2009: Jan 1, 09 - Dec 31, 09. RIP."

To Save a Life (2010)

I watched the trailer for an upcoming movie, To Save a Life, when instead, I should be studying for my Mythology final that's in 4.5 hours.

Yeah yeah, another movie that exaggerates the cliques of high school. But evidently, this movie plans to add a bit o' twist to the usual recipe of such a film. That little added bit is suicide, and reaching out to others.

Now, the "reaching-out-to-others" bit isn't so new either, but mixing it with teen suicide creates a new concoction. And the theme of this movie has me stunned, quite frankly.

Watching this trailer brings back memories of my sophomore year in high school. Maybe there weren't characters and situations in my school that even remotely mirror those in the upcoming film, but the theme of suicide definitely stirs something within me.

I do believe I'll add this movie to my to-go-see list.

dreams.

Earlier this past semester, I had two rather peculiar dreams.

In the first dream, I killed someone.

Now, this was no accident. I had a plan, I had the intent, and I carried through. Long-story(dream?)-short, I woke up remembering the distinct sensation of fighting and grappling with another man, wrestling him to the floor, and attempting to slice his neck open with a razor as he laughed in my face, calling me too weak to take a life.

He was wrong, of course. I finally felt his skin give and the blade punctured his vital arteries as easily as sticking a sewing needle through cotton.


Interestingly enough, a few nights later, I dreamed I was the one being murdered. I was in a room, attempting to defend someone from a gunman. He grabbed me and dragged me out the door into the hallway and threw me down. As I looked up at him, he pointed his pistol at me, and next thing I knew, there was a dreadfully loud "BANG" and I felt a rather blunt force hit me right in the face and then everything went white. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, but I could still hear him, laughing at me. Then I hear a couple more "bangs" and a few more blows to the face, as if someone wrapped a hammer with a towel and was dropping the head on me.

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For some time afterward, I wondered if those dreams were connected in some way.

In one dream, I took a life.

In the other, my life was taken.


Hmm, spooky.

the night.

It's almost 3AM. I walk outside and I'm greeted by a cool fog that gently blankets the ground. The street light blaze dizzily through the thick mass, attempting to illuminate the sidewalks, but the gentle, grey, beast yawns and simply hugs the light, too.

I bike down the street, roll down a hill and cut through the mass that surrounds me, but the fog does not resist. It yawns again and parts to let me pass.

I pedal across the bridge and look to my right and see the gentle giant has also made a bed out of the stadium. The night is silent, and I am alone with the beast. He sleeps, and I hurry along to get back to my own bed.

I say, there is nothing more peaceful than being alone and biking across that bridge at 3AM where all that accompanies you is the great expanse of that stadium and the silence of the night.



What, or where, do you find peace with?

Lyrics for the Night

"'Cause all of the stars have faded away,
just try not to worry, you'll see them someday.
Take what you need, and be on your way, and
stop crying your heart out."

"Stop Crying your Heart Out" by Oasis

Romeo & Juliet: The Alternate Ending

You know, if Romeo had been a necrophiliac, everything would've been just dandy. He'd come back and find Juliet, and cry "Damn, she's dead. But hey you know, I'm cool with that!" So then he'd steal her body and run away, and just before he'd start defiling her supposedly lifeless body, whoa! Juliet wakes up, looks at Romeo in relief because obviously her hubby came back for her, but that's soon replaced with complete shock and a tad bit of disgust. She'd most likely ask him, "Romeo, what the fuck! Were you just about to do what I think you were about to do?!" And Romeo would quickly cover up his story and his exposed parts by explaining "Oh, well, I received news you were dead, came back to see for myself, and yup, you were dead all right, then I kinda took your body anyways but hey! Look at that, you're alive! I guess everything works out then, right?" Juliet would then forgive Romeo for almost date-raping her, Romeo would seek professional help for his necrophilia problem, and they'd live happily ever after.

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Some individual more clever than I originally thought of the idea of Romeo being a necrophiliac solving the problem in Shakespeare's famous tragedy. I thought it was brilliant and decided to embellish it a bit.