Eclectic Blog To End It All

So I've been running through as many ideas as I could think of for my final BEDApril blog, I can't seem to think of one that would be sufficient. I thought, "Talk about cooking, you enjoy that." or, "More about the tandem stories.", "BEDApril as a whole experience?", "Still no, what about ANYTHING ELSE?". Well I couldn't figure any one of those would be enough seeing as this is the last BEDApril 2010 blog I'm going to post, so I'll try to touch on all bases that I get to.

First subject was cooking, I've wanted to talk about it for a while now. I love food, the taste, the smell, the look, food is pleasing to the senses. I love it when people cook me food, or I go out and get something made by some mystery chef hiding in a kitchen that I've never seen. Seeing as I'm the youngest of five and I have an older brother that went to a culinary arts school I didn't grow up cooking very often. When Nate, said brother, moved out cooking fell on my mom or my dad almost always, so when my mom worked it was either a stew or out to eat. Don't get me wrong, my dad cooks a good stew, but I love diversity, I like having something different all the time, so it's easy to see that I would grow tired of my dad's stews. I decided that I would take on a few meals here and there. I started cooking basic stuff (I haven't gotten that much more complex with my cooking) and I started loving it. I don't know why, if it's that my food just tastes better, or if it's that things taste better when I know I've put an effort into it, but my god it was delicious. I just love making something and eating it. So yeah.... that's my section on cooking.

Next was the tandem stories. Now I don't really have all that much to talk about with the tandem stories, though I may want to continue my story out some other time. The other thing I wanted to talk about with tandem stories a little was my thought process for them. My story I was sitting there trying to come up with a good opening to my story, because I try to make the beginning and the end as good as I can. I figured out the whole "Life isn't fair, but you don't have to be alive to be screwed over." line and went from there. Marlon's story was as follows, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! GAH! I'll come back to it in ten minutes." Ten minutes later, "I STILL DON'T GET IT! I'll do it when I come home." I come home, "Ok, this will do." For Danielle's it felt a little natural for me, no major struggle there. Dave's took a bit for me to figure out where I was going but once I settled on the loss of friendship I wrote it out fairly simply. As for my final paragraph I just needed to find a way for my main character to end up screwed over and progress it five years, so I did. Last thing about tandem stories, MARLON FINISH YOURS!

BEDApril as a whole was enjoyable, I have a few blogs of significant size, I only missed one day, I did the tandem stories. I call BEDApril 2010 a success and I look forward to BEDAugust 2010 (BEDAutumn anyone?).

That's about all I have to write about, I feel that suffices. I most likely won't be seeing you tomorrow, unless I have the compulsion to blog out of habit that I have formed. Take care Bloggosphere and I look forward to our next meeting.

Successfully (well, mostly),
The Mandog

For the Creditz

Gunna go hang out. This is a cop out. Hopefully my final BEDApril blog will own hardcore, but I doubt it.

Twenty-Eight Days Later

Well, now that I have recapped of my Tehas trip I don't have as much to blog about. I do have some advice for anyone that may be going on a plane somewhere. Make sure if you are congested you take something for it before your flight. Normally when you go through a change in pressure, from flying or diving, your middle ear, or Eustachian Tube, will open or close to equalize the pressure in your ears to your surroundings. Apparently if you happen to be congested, as I was on Sunday, it will hamper this process causing your ear to act up. In most cases, such as mine, you will have mild temporary hearing loss and slight sensation of numbness, this usually clears up in a day or so, though I am still partially feeling the effects. This whole barotrauma, what it's called when you have something wrong with your ear from pressure, is really annoying. Last night I felt like I had something over my ear preventing me from earing out of it very well. Today it's been doing much better but there is still a small amount of numbness. So yeah, if you fly take decongestants if you have to.

Also, I got to talk to Chris today, even though his base has bad reception and our call kept getting dropped, it was nice. See you tomorrow for the penultimate post of BEDApril 2010.

Future Participant in BEDAugust,
Mandog

My Time in Tehas

Ok, I've been promising a real post since Wednesday and I haven't given you one until now. I've been pretty busy this last week and now I have time to do this.

Wednesday I went off to San Antonio flying on a plane for the first time that I'm able to remember (because the last time I was on a plane I was too young to form cognitive memories). You may be asking yourself, "Why did you go to San Antonio when you live in the best state in existence?" Well, you probably aren't asking that since anyone reading this already knows, but still, it's my transition tool. I went to San Antonio Tehas because my brother which I am really close to was graduating from Airforce Basic Military Training. When I got in on Wednesday my sister-in-law couldn't find her driver's license, so we spent a long time at Hertz trying to get something worked out. They let me be the driver and then use Erin's credit card (which is a HUGE exception for some reason). Once we finally got that sorted we went to the hotel and called it a night.

Thursday we woke up really early (which will be a theme for the week-end). After breakfast we left to go to Lackland Airforce Base barely getting there in time to see the Airman Run. The Airman Run is the last time they have to run since they're going to be graduating the next day. After watching the run we make our way into the auditorium to go through briefing to know what Chris can and can't do, all of which was covered on the website so it was fairly useless. Once we finish up there we move outside to watch the Coin Ceremony/Retreat. The Coin Ceremony is where the graduates are handed their Airman coin which is a symbol of something or rather. Then we all make our way back into the auditorium to watch the honors ceremony. Chris graduated with honors and barely missed getting his marksmen ribbon by three shots, he needed 43/50 he got 40/50. Once the honors ceremony was finished we were free to do whatever we wanted on base until 8, when the airmen had to be back at their dorms. You know how I said we got up early? Well from waking up to the end of the honors ceremony was finished by 12:30. Most of Thursday turned into Chris having to wait in line to get his stripes sown onto his uniforms, he's an E3 or Airman First Class so he had a two stripe emblem per uniform. The day ended with a game of bowling, I got a 73 which considering I had 15 in frame 5 isn't that bad, and then dinner at Cracker Barrel.

Friday we met up with Uncle Tim and Nate and Jamie for the Graduation Parade, of course we all woke up at 6 or earlier. Watching them march hurt me because majority of the airmen never marched before BMT and in 8 1/2 weeks they were marching better than some of my Seniors when I was Low Brass Section Leader in high school. The parade was nice but not much to talk about. From there most of us walked to Chris' dorm area to get a tour of where he was living while the rest took the shuttles back to move cars. The dorms were exactly what you would expect from military living arrangements, fairly confined and unremarkable. From there Mom, Nate, Jamie and I went to pick up the last few cars and then we picked up Erin, Cameron, Rey, Beth and Dad and met Uncle Tim and Chris for lunch (Chris and Uncle Tim went to the Base Exchange so Chris can get his DSi XL and Pokémon Soul Silver). Once we finished lunch we went to the Alamo. Now I know a few of you may have driven in LA, or know what traffic is like there, but this was so much worse. Downtown San Antonio traffic is probably just like LA traffic, but while we were down there Fiesta was going on. I'm not sure what is being celebrated during Fiesta, but what I do know is that there were a ton of people, a lot of cars, and quite a few blocked off streets. Driving to find a decent parking lot was horrible. We finally get into an area that has parking and we walk a very short distance to the Alamo. The Alamo was nice, it was cool to see everything they had there. We then walked to the River Walk, which is just a river with shops and restaurants around it. At this point we realize that we have very little time before Chris has to be back on base so we quickly find our way to a steakhouse and try to eat as quick as possible. Erin, Chris, Cameron and I run off as soon as we finish so we don't have to wait for anyone. After navigating our way out, which wasn't as bad because some streets were opened back up, we make it in time to drop Chris off by five minutes.

Saturday was a little bit more relaxed of a morning. I wake up at 8-8:30 to go pick up Chris, since there's nothing we need to do on base I go by myself. I end up having to wait over half an hour for his flight to be let out because they had to take pictures which took forever. We make it back to the hotel and get moving on our day. Most of the day was spent at the San Antonio Zoo. We only saw about 1/3 - 1/2 of the zoo because we went really slow through the first few areas. I tried taking as many photos as I could but our batteries died, so I only got some of the first few areas, but I did take plenty of photos, I might put them up on Facebook. From the zoo we just went back to the hotel so Chris could get some time to relax. While Chris was taking what turned out to be a really long shower Mom and I went to pick up dinner. We went to KFC since it would be easy to just pick up food for everyone there. Once we made it to KFC we noticed that it was a combination Taco Bell and KFC (see previous blog). After we got back and Chris ate I ran him back to the base and we called it a day.

Sunday was another day in which we didn't wake up really early, 7:30 for me. Around nine we went to the base for church and then went to the BX so Chris can pick up luggage. After spending over an hour and a half at the BX we go to breakfast at IHOP then head back to the hotel because Chris had to be back by 5:30 that day, also Erin, Cameron and I were leaving for the airport at 4. After relaxing for a little while we start packing up and we say good-bye to Chris and the rest of my family. We get to Hertz and out of the two hours they told us to allot for returning the car we use maybe ten minutes. Everything took a lot less time at the airport then we thought so we're passed the security check two hours before our flight leaves. We decided to get something to eat, we saw this little microbrewery place so we stopped there. I ordered brisket tacos and an Alamo Golden Ale. The brisket tacos were delicious, but it was just two slices of brisket and a tortilla per taco, two tacos. Our flight takes of a little late but we make it back to LA on time. We get home and I just zone out on the internet before going to bed.

Yesterday I just felt like hanging out, so I went to AVC and spent most of the day with Jimmy. After improv I realized that I needed to blog and my friend offered to let me use his iPhone, so I throw a tiny blog out for credit and promise myself that I would blog this today. Promise fulfilled.

Today was spend feeling sick, Beth coming home at about 3 in the morning (she flew back because she has a choir thing, while my parents, Rey and Alice are spending time with my grandparents) and hating that I'm feeling sick. Seriously, my immune system was handling it's shit up until now. While everyone else was catching some cold that was going around I was healthy and feeling great. Now I feel pretty crappy and I can barely hear out of my left ear.

I hope this blog makes up for a week of bare minimum posting. There's a possibility that I'll go into BEDAugust with Myer, Admiral and possibly Marlon, but we'll see. I'll see you guys tomorrow with a blog that will be much shorter than this one.

iPhone

Blogging on a friend's iPhone. Not much time. Better ones to come.

Very Little Time

I have to finish packing. I'm going to get lunch for everyone soon. Two hours until leaving for flight. Blogging for the day. Might post again later tonight.

Hastily,
Mandog

I'm at the Taco-Bell. I'm at the KFC

So I'm probably not going to blog all that much today, because it's ten-thirty and I'm a little tired right now. Regarding my title my mom and I went to go pick up dinner from a KFC that we've passed at least four times these last few days (more for me because I've picked up and dropped off Chris alone today). We pull up to the Taco-Bell and I realize that it's a combination Taco-Bell and KFC. So in my head I've been singing "I'm at the Taco-Bell, I'm at the KFC, I'm at the combination Taco-Bell and KFC." We went to the zoo today, a lot of pictures early on, then batteries started to die. As for right now I'm watching the game and I'm not happy. I'll talk to you tomorrow, probably early since I don't know what I'm going to do after I get back to LA.

From Tehas,
Mandog

So I Give You Another Filler

It's just about eleven here in Tehas, so I don't have much time to blog. I stole the computer temporarily before my deadline passed. Things that transpired today: I watched Chris graduate, I saw where he has been living these last two months, Ate lunch on base at a buffet, saw Chris play on his brand new DSi XL which he bought with money obtained via massaging, had fun trying to maneuver downtown San Antonio during Fiesta, ate at a steakhouse in Tehas, rushed to get Chris back in time successfully, relaxed at a pool and now I'm watching the end of the Spurs v Mavericks game. I promise to talk about some of my trip on either Sunday or Monday. Also, note to Marlon - WRITE YOUR STORY, and more importantly hope today was awesome, maybe sometime next week I'll make you accidentally a whole bottle of Dos Equiis with me in honor of today.

Sorry

I have a lot to write about. I'm a little pressed for time. I promise I will post more next week. See you guys.

I'm Leaving on A Jetplane, but I Do Know When I'll be Back Again

So here I am, up at the earliest I've been up all year practically. I'm going to be leaving the Antelope Valley in less than one hour for LAX. My flight departs at about one, with it being a two hour flight to Texas and a one hour time difference I will be landing at about four to five. I'm pretty excited to see Chris, though everyone is going to want to spend time with him and Erin has priority, seeing that she's his wife, but it'll be fun. Hopefully being able to be awake right now will help me get my sleep schedule back from being completely fucked up. Well I should finish my breakfast, get the last of my stuff together and get ready for my ride to get here. See you tomorrow Blogspot.

Mandog

Just For the Credit

So here's another cop out post, but I'm just not really in the mindset to post a real blog for today. What's running through my head is getting ready to leave tomorrow, school/the future, these last few days and how awesome they were and finally a little garnish of pathetically missing my ex. Today I went over to Dave's at like 1 and played some awesome DnD as my completely OP character, had fun playing that for a good few hours, then we watched Sherlock Holmes then I decided that I should be responsible and head home. I really enjoyed Sherlock Holmes, but I love Robert Downey Jr. and Guy Ritchie films, so it works out in my favor. Well I think I put enough so that I don't feel too bad just posting this. I'll talk to you later Blogger.

Mandog

Topic Unknown

Alright, so bloggerific stuffzors. Yesterday was a blast, I went down to Valencia with Josh and Stanley to hang out with Blakegetsbitches. After Dave got three things of Frozen Yogurt (1st was mistaken flavor Josh and I ate it, 2nd was what he wanted, 3rd was to wingman Blake) we watched Kick-ass. I loved Kick-ass, though there were a few things I wish they stuck to with the comic, but they changed it so it would translate to movie better (Also they dropped some of the violence to not be NC-17). We hung out at Blake's for a bit then we decided to head home kidnapping the fool. When we got back to Dave's we rolled up some characters, and just chilled around for a few hours. It was a great day, I look forward to more days like that. So I guess my topic for today would be, "My Day With Blakegetsbitches"

Mandog

SLEEPY DAY!

I'm tired, and so is pretty much everyone else. I'm hopefully gunna hang out with Dave, Blakegetsbitches and them. So here I am throwing together another blog. I hate that I've done this so often throughout this month, but hey, at least I'm sticking to it (though I failed). Speaking of fail only Danielle has yet to fail, Dave sits at one with me, Marlon has two or three now and Matt, well I think he's dropped out. So I'll talk about... something tomorrow, I got nothing.

Mandog

EDIT: Dave indeed did not fail, so Dave and Danielle are still going.

Juarez Was a Man

Well, Juarez was a man of a laptop. Juarez was the sort of laptop that you wouldn't take on a cheap date, you'd take him to a fancy diner with some high-end WiFi, and you would pay for his access to it. Juarez didn't take shit from no-one, in fact one time someone tried to give him shit and he just stabbed the guy using a puppy. Nah, Juarez was a good laptop, Gateway with 512 memory, 1.8 processor, and only something like 30 Gigs of disc space. He was a cheap model, even for four years ago, but I still enjoyed having the freedom of my own laptop. Then there was this day, one fateful day. I set Juarez down on one of those folding desk things so I can call my brother, I heard a crash and I came back into the living room... there Juarez sat, beneath a pile of crap that fell around the same time. I move the pile and I see only half of the screen working. It broke my heart, we went ahead and fixed his monitor, the price wasn't bad and I felt the need to have that internet freedom. I get him back and I live blissfully, for less than a year. You see, there's a fatal flaw with Gateways, or so I have been informed shortly after my experience with it. Gateway laptops' charging pins aren't set properly, and often times completely break off irreparably, this happened to Juarez, may he rest in piece, and may I retrieve my data from his Hard Drive.

So there we go, I told you of the life of Juarez as I had planned to. I hope you enjoyed my tale of woe. I'll see you tomorrow.

Sorrowfully,
Mandog

Crap

I'm heading over to Dave's. I have to put up my blog since I don't have my own laptop anymore. I hate that Juarez had to die, he may not have been the best laptop, or even a very good one, but he was my laptop. So I'll post something a little more interesting tomorrow. I'll post about... Juarez's life I suppose. See you tomorrow

BEDA-fully,
Mandog

Meh

So I was thinking that I would do a blog about music today, but the more I thought about it, the less I had to write about. Everyone is different when it comes to tastes and reasons to listen to music. I personally have more of an indie taste in music, though my indie cred is pretty low, I don't have a ton of really indie bands I know. I like to listen to music because it makes me feel good whenever I do, plus I abhor complete silence. The reason I like bands such as: Margot & the Nuclear So and Sos, Iron & Wine, The Mountain Goats, Tegan and Sara, Death Cab For Cutie, and more is because I enjoy the musicality and lyricism that they put forth in their music. So yeah, I don't really know what else to write about since I kinda have nothing to write about when it comes to music aside from, "Der, I liek teh muzaks." So keep well Blogger and I will see you tomorrow.

Foresightfully,
Mandog

Inevitable

I guess this was foreseeable, once I finish the tandem story posts I have nothing to type about. I'm just waiting for Marlon to post the end of his story. Like I said in yesterday's post I've been wanting to write tandem stories forever now. It kinda feels a bit like improv, where you give your little bit and then you let go of control and see where it goes. Improv is definitely one of my favorite pass times I have participated in. Our show is on the 22nd of May and it would be awesome to see everyone I know there. It's $5 and you're guaranteed to laugh your ass off. There's my little Improv plug, and my blog for the day. See you guys tomorrow.

Mandog

His Name is Derrick Safferfrack

"Life isn't always fair" my parents would tell me, well you don't even have to be living anymore to be screwed over; my name is Derrick Safferfrack, and I've been dead for five years now. I guess to learn about the situation I'm in I should probably tell you how I got where I am now. Back when I had my own body I was led an underwhelming life. I worked from nine to five, and my "hobby" was to sit on the computer every night wishing there was more to life. Twenty-seven years of doing the least possible and hoping for more and in one day I was wishing I could have all of that back.

It was Autumn. And Thursday. I hated Thursdays. And honestly I hated Autumn. It was the calm before winter and the cool after the summer months. It was so... bland. It reminded me of myself. And I hated it for that. So on this particular Thursday, there was an accident. No I wasn't involved, but it would still change my life. Chilesia. That was her name and she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Or at least at Aunt Jemima High. I taught there, as she was a TA working on her teaching degree. She has the most lovely ebony skin and perfect hair. I loved her the day I met her. So the accident. One day while I worked at my computer (I spent most of my time playing Galaxy of Space Quest, even at work) I heard an explosion outside. It was Chilesia.... oh god.... Little did I know, that following this tragedy in less than 24 hours would be my own death....

Death itself was quick and uneventful by large; it was the afterward that I was unprepared for. You imagine heaven and hell, but it's something so grand by comparison there is no way to describe it. I was in what appeared to be a large and infinite warehouse, it was completely empty aside from the other dozen or so people near enough to see. The others were walking all in the same direction, almost as if they had somewhere they needed to go. I tried to walk over to the nearest. A woman--Chilesia! she would be here somewhere--but as I attempted to draw closer I was stopped. My mind flooded with the command and my body tensed. That's when I first met one of the Custodians. It appeared from the unending ceiling and it was a hovering robotic creation at seemed to be humanoid only it ended at the waist. It was holding a tablet or pad of sorts.

"You have been processed. Disturbance of the others cannot be tolerated. Return to your directive."

"No. Dammit! I have not been 'processed.' What's going on here?"

The bot slowed and swung back around to look at me. It looked from me to his pad and then back to me, before pecking at the pad's surface.

"I am un-qualified to assess this. I am afraid that you do not exist."


There's something about that phrase, "you do not exist". You'd think, if someone didn't exist no one would waste their time telling them they don't exist; there would be no one to tell. Yet here it floated saying the exact phrase and here I stood baffled.

"I'm sorry, something doesn't add up here. I think you said I don't exist but tha--"

"You do not exist."

"How is that possible?"

"When man was given upgrade number 5974a, it included a soul that provided benefits such as enhanced toolmaking, verbal interface, and heightened critical analysis, among others; it was 75% more efficient. The new soul was more resource intensive than we would have liked and unfortunately we have not yet developed the hardware to keep up. As a result the functional period of the body was shortened, it became weaker, less durable and began to grow significantly less hair, while the soul was able to last billions of years longer."

"What does this have to do with me not existing?"

"Well, after this was discovered, a system was made to sort, monitor and regulate soul installation. This process, however is not 100% efficient, some souls, like you tend to accidentally slip into circulation without any serial numbers or records and for all intents and purposes don't exist. It happens approximately 4 or 5 times a millennium. You can tell by the size of the building this used to happen with much more frequency," That must have been the robot's idea of a joke "These souls can only be located after their bodies stop working and this facility has been constructed to sort, dismantle, recycle, and recirculate you all as properly documented souls."

It was scary at first, the though of my soul being taken apart and having those parts be used to make other souls with legitimate serial numbers, and how I would never be me again, but then I considered my life, how it had been and maybe being recycled was the best way to go.

Then it got scary again so I decided to escape.

I could have stayed, I could've been something greater than myself, but no I wanted to be Derrick Safferfrack of Vista Sierra, Nevada. I wanted to be back at my old job, playing Galaxy of Space Quest, wishing I had the courage to ask my TA out on a date. I wanted a minimal life where I wished for something unique and exciting. Well it looks like I got that excitement I was wishing so long for. Custodians were everywhere, I didn't remember seeing this many when I started walking in here. They were different than the first one I encountered, these seemed almost twice the size, and a few of them even had legs. I ran for my, well... afterlife. There had to be twenty custodians, eight of which were the more advanced "Hunter Models" as I called them. I thought briefly of fighting them off, but who was I kidding, the most combat knowledge I had was from three years of playing an MMO and a handful of action movies. Somehow I escaped the warehouse, be it luck, godly influence or whatever I was free. I was... stuck in the void of limbo. I figured there had to be something else, something that didn't want to dismantle my soul. I walked until the ground ended, and there I found I had no need to walk. I floated, drifting around looking for something. I eventually grew comfortable with the idea of being 'recirculated' as a recycled soul. I started flying my way back to where the warehouse should be, but there was nothing. I ran from my one chance for a new life, hell, maybe even my old life back. I ran out of fear, and now I have nothing. I am stuck in this void, most likely forever, I guess this way, I really don't exist anymore. My name is Derrick Safferfrack, and I've been dead for five years, I think.


Well that wraps up my story, IHis Name is Derrick Safferfrack I look forward to seeing the rest of the endings from this tandem story event. This was a lot of fun, and I've been wanting to do this for a while. Thank you Marlon, David, and Danielle. Look there for the other stories.

Penultimate Day of Story Telling

Steven Blizsinski was a normal fellow. He lived a normal life in an everyday situation. Except when he went to Thermastelya. It was a magical place that was, sadly, inside one of Steven's socks. He had found it doing something rather uncouth with a sock and felt something oddly cold. When he looked he was pulled inside to this magic world. The odd thing was, everyone inside this world, everyone was an object that in the normal world was inanimate, like clothes or furniture. Steve's best friend from Thermastelya was a cardigan named Chuck. The two of them had a great adventures all the time. One day however that all changed...


Steven Blizsinski and Chuck where having a normal day in and everyday fashion. At first nothing was extraordinary in Thermastelya. The duo had just spent the afternoon sneaking into homes and unpairing Sock children, for this was the type of adventures that Steven Blizsinski and Chuck enjoyed the most. Afterwhich, they returned to Chuck's Drier, but something was off. Chuck started to sneeze. Steven Blizsinski had never seen a cardigan sneeze before, it never occurred to him that cardigan's had noses or eyes or even souls--this however was a magical world, and Steven Blizsinski sometimes failed to actually acknowledge this. And Chuck continued to sneeze, which struck him as odd as he didn't realize that he could sneeze either. Discovering the root of the problem Steven Blizsinski quickly realized that there was cat hairs on everything in the Drier.

Steven Blizinski was not a fan of generalizations, but he knew cat hairs, as a whole, are no good, they're mischievous, immature, they certainly don't think before they act and they will follow anyone with a crazy enough idea. "Hey, do you think you can crawl out of my friend's, uh, nose, or fibers or whatever? He's kind of allergic, oddly enough." The cat hairs' reply was completely unintelligible, just a mesh of high-pitched garbles. They all spoke at once and none of them said exactly the same thing and the giggled relentlessly throughout. The main gist seemed to be that they found their little prank hilarious and they weren't leaving until they get completely bored. The strangest thing about cat hairs is although they're easily distracted, they can spend a frighteningly long time getting a kick out of the same old jokes.

Steven Blizinski knew he had to do something, but this would prove to be difficult seeing as they were cat hairs, and cat hairs are very capable of sticking to fabric and being difficult to grab. He ran through many ideas, "Wash them? No, Chuck is dry clean only. Distract them? No, they're too fixated on this prank." Just as he was getting frustrated by all of his dead-end ideas one last one hit him. So he ran, he went from store to store trying to find just one lint brush or lint roller, but he couldn't find any. "There are always way too many of them back home, why can't I find just one?" Steven thought, frustrated. "I guess all I can do is go back and see if there's anything Chuck has that could work." Defeated Steven walked back to Chuck's dryer to find Chuck sulking in a corner, no longer sneazing. "Chuck, they left, that's great!" Steven exclaimed to his distraught friend. "Yeah, they left, just like you did. I thought you were my best friend, but I guess man and cardigan aren't able to be friends." "But Chuck." "No, you'll just leave me at my weakest again. Good-bye Steven Blizinski, we are no longer friends."

Myerific's Tale Part Three

It was cold down on the surface. With the scientists still asleep, Jim Fozan was roused awake by the wind. He couldn't seem to adjust to the sound of the howling. He couldn't place why it upset him, but it didn't seem to phase the rest of the expedition. So, he wasn't about to start complaining, he did, however, miss the comfort of his bed. His bed and his wife. He missed her too; well, most of the time. She stayed on Terra. Ember had always hated the idea of space; he lived for space.
The rest of the expedition was largely a civilian group, aside from himself and Jones. All they were concerned with was that the Tablets were on this planet, after a century of research and the code had just been broken, it had to be here; they hoped at least. And they mamaged to convience the Government that this was indeed the case.
If he was supposed to protect these scientists, it'd be nice if they would actually listen.


The next morning, Fozan paced the extra chamber of the spaceship teporarily designated as the scientists' work room using every ounce of his strength to keep himself shaking some sense into Ferdinand Bemok, one of the leading scientists, an energetic and frail-looking man who apparently needed this expedition to earn his doctorate in xenoplanetary archaeology.
"So you're saying these tablets could literally be anywhere in the largest continent on this planet?"
"Yes"
"And this continent is thirty-million square miles of canyon, rainforrest and desert?"
"Yup"
"And it just so happens that there are about four trillion animal species living there with their own specialized ways of giving you an agonizing death."
"Affirmative."
"And we're just jumping in."
Ferdinand looked up from his stack of papers.
"You know, Foz,"
"Don't call me Foz."
"On the planet I come from, we have balls -- the men at least -- and because of those, we don't worry about a few obstacles, we leap over them. Like men."
"Look, we're not having this conversation because I'm worried about a fer gigantic poisonous rodents, sentient plants or the occasional hurricane-force wind, it's because we've been here for a week and you're only just now telling me how much you don't know. I have a good feeling there's more you're not telling me and keeping secrets from me can and will jeopardize the success of this mission and, you know, the future of your balls."
"Hey, man you're going to have to take that up with Dr. Fitzgerald, he's the archaeological supervisor. For all I know, he told you everything." The insincerity in his voice made Fozan's fingers involuntarily curl into fists. Before he could say more, Fozan heard the muffled sounds of an assistant screaming from the next room and Jones saying something about a stolen canole and calling someone a "pigfucker" or something to that effect.

"SEVEN! SEVEN TIMES I'VE TOLD THEM DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKIN CANOLE! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID SEVEN TIMES!?"
"They touched your canole?"
"NO! Well, yes, but not just touch it, they stole it. I'm tired of this job Fozan, we're just glorified security guards."
"Yeah, but they pay is great, and there are some pretty good opportunities here.'
"Fozan, you hate this place as much, if not more, than I do."
Fozan knew that Jones was right, to him this job really sucked. He was thinking to himself, what was Dr. Fitzgerald really after? These so called tablets had to have some special reasoning for them to be out in the hell hole called a planet. The mission briefing said that these tablets were crucial to learning about the history of the universe, but no-one could be this dedicated to the past. Even with the firepower they were packing, they could be killed without even knowing it.
"Jones, I think it's time we talked to Fitzgerald about this operation. Yes, I do mean talking the way we're used to."

Promise Fulfulled

As I promised I will now post my continuation of Marlon's story over at Thoughts of a Marlon

I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Ever sit home and wonder to yourself--" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. "if you had a gun to your head," I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."what are the limits of what you would do and what you wouldn't?" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Well I hope this was on your list of hypothetical scenarios" EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IS A BLUR . I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Because we don't have a lot of time." I don't know what this person thinks; I'm nobody, I've never helped anyone with anything, I have no skills, I'm just a potato man.

How far am I willing to go? Will pulling the trigger help anyone, or will I remain just a potato man? Questions, I find myself asking myself so many questions and finding so little answers. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore. I hold this guns, as I have many times before. This time, this time will be different, this time I will know what the limit of what I would do. Death is just another beginning, but I just can't find the time to start. What are the limits of what I would do? I guess this is just beyond that limit. Why do I want to hold on to my life? Maybe I'm not meant for death, maybe today I can finally help someone, maybe today I will no longer be just a potato man.

Tomorrow the story is finished over at The Admiral's Log

Be Arby

I promise to post my paragraph addition to Marlon's story when I can think of what to write. Right now I'm getting ready to watch an improv show so I'm just trying to make sure I have my bases covered if I'm out past midnight. This way I don't fail by the time tomorrow happens, but that doesn't mean I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning to write my part. Once I'm home and I can think of what to write it will be up. I swear.

MANDOG!

STORY TIEMS NAO!

So I've agreed to join in on this chain story event that is circulating among my fellow BEDAmates. This is going to be pretty fun, I look forward to then end result of all of these stories. ENJOY!


"Life isn't always fair" my parents would tell me, well you don't even have to be living anymore to be screwed over; my name is Derrick Safferfrack, and I've been dead for five years now. I guess to learn about the situation I'm in I should probably tell you how I got where I am now. Back when I had my own body I was led an underwhelming life. I worked from nine to five, and my "hobby" was to sit on the computer every night wishing there was more to life. Twenty-seven years of doing the least possible and hoping for more and in one day I was wishing I could have all of that back.

Another One of Those Days

Looks like today's post is going to be fairly boring, but at least I had one post of substance. There's not much that I can review that has happened recently, seeing as I lead a fairly uneventful life, but I can speak of something I'm looking forward to. In two weeks I'm flying out to Texas, sadly going to miss my best friend's birthday/John Green thing, to attend my brother's graduation ceremony from basic. He's in the Airforce (yes, the chairforce) going to specialize in linguistics, so for the next two years he's up in Monterey Bay. This is pretty exciting for me, I mean, this is Chris we're talking about. These last two months have been painful since I couldn't talk to him, among other reasons why I hate February. So that's kinda what has been going through my mind lately. Nothing much else to report, so I guess I'll count this small paragraph as my blog for today. Carry on Blogonet!

Serendipitously,
Mandog

A Few of my Favorite Things

Danielle of Meyrific suggested that I blog about stuff that I like as to inform the interwebs of me. So here I go.

Haikus with no sense and killing Salamence,

Hanging with my friends and stories with no ends,

Even going for a leisurely hike,

These are some things that I kinda do like,

Bands with ampersands & pool at Brunswick Sands,

Math like Calculus and not taking the bus,

Reminiscing to my past saying syke,

These are some things that I kinda do like

When the cops frisk,

When my car's gone,

When I'm not so glad,

I always remember this list I call Ron,

Because my life ain't so bad.

So there, that's a really short list of things I like. I decided while I was about to write it that I'll model it after the Sound of Music song, so I did. Let me explain some of that list a little better now that I'm not restrained by syllable count and rhyming.

I like coming up with random stuff, so haikus are fun to just make up on the spot and I really like the haiku "Haikus are easy/But sometimes they don't make sense/Refrigerator." As I stated in a previous blog I play Shoddy battle from time to time, and Salamence is a pretty strong pokémon to take out in the Standard tier, plus it's name rhymed with sense. The hanging with friends is self-explanatory, but stories with no end, I like telling stories, a lot, but even more-so I like doing stuff that will end in a story; I see my life as a story that doesn't yet have an end. Hiking is fun... I like a variety of bands, but my favorite band is Margot & the Nuclear So and Sos. I also really like ampersands, the only other band I know with an ampersand is Iron & Wine. I'm not saying I exclusively like bands with ampersands and I indiscriminately like bands with ampersands, but it worked for the "song". While I may not be very good a pool, I do enjoy a game with friends, and Brunswick Sands has tables for a dollar a game. I've always loved math, it's always been easy to me, and so I took up to calculus and I want to take more, but 5 units is hard to fit in sometimes. This one was mostly to fit the rhyme, but I've never taken the city bus, and so yeah. I like to reminisce with friends, and I needed syke to rhyme with like, even though I never really said syke. I reminisce often with friends, mostly about shows we watched growing up and that we miss. There was a story involving Matt, Stanley, Bobby and myself, the word "Adventure" was said, cops were involved. My car was stolen in November, I got it back, but yeah... that was fun.

So there is an explanation of the list "Ron". There are plenty more things that I like and dislike, but I think that's a decent amount of stuff about me.

Until next time,

Mandog

Damnit People

I don't have anything to talk about! I specifically asked for a comment for something to talk about and I got nothing. This is turning out like my novel, it makes no sense and I just keep on typing until I just get bored and stop. Well you know what, I"M NOT GOING TO STOP THIS TIME! Mainly because I don't have a limit on how much I have to write, where as for NaNoWriMo I needed some odd thousand words a day in a semi-coherent theme....

Well, so today I kicked Marlon's ass with my pokemans... I used Atilaroo and Plugforaheaditscleverbecauseheselectrictype... he useded Ratcrodile and IMAROCK! I'm disappointed that you can only use two pokemans in a pokeman fight instead of your full arsenal of six. I had so many more waiting to kick Marlon's ass. Oh well. I guess this will do for now, let me have a better subject to talk about tomorrow, please.

RAEPSECKS,

El Zorro Toaster!

I Should Start These Sooner

Pretty much every post I have done so far has been, "Oh shoot, I have little time before midnight, POST BLOG!" I need to stop making all of my blogs to be the minimum requirement to get the credit for the day. I failed once, but I received a bailout because I am too big to fail (fat joke, or penis joke?... Unsure). Well since I want to write a little more in my blogs and I'm not way too pressed for time I'll just talk some.

Today my best friend (the black one) did a comedy show, but my poor ass wasn't able to get the money together to support him so hopefully Marlon did well. See, this is why I'm bad about blogging, I never have that much to write about. I'm someone who loves talking and I'm very opinionated, but the moment I try to talk, or in this case type, without someone directly listening, I have nothing to say. I don't know why that is, and to be honest it annoys me. How about this, whoever posts the first comment decides what my next blog will be about, and also, I implore you guys to do the same challenge on yours. So hopefully it's something interesting and hopefully I can figure out something to write about it.

Auto-erotically,

Toaster

Fail Once, Shame on Me. Fail Twice, Shame on Me Twice

Luckily I have an hour to spare, so I remain at one failure. So out of thirty days I will post twenty-nine days, not that bad. Failure is inevitable, everyone fails eventually. My own life has been filled with my fair share of fail. Through-out my entire childhood, outside of 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th grade and sporadic classes I have been told that I don't live up to my own potential. I completely failed two classes in middle school and a total of seven semesters in high school.

Now I'm starting to get distracted, so I'm going to wrap up my post with that short segment on failure.

I Failed

Yeah, so it's well after midnight and I didn't post at all yesterday. Oh well, I failed, I'm going to continue to post and count this as my post for the one I missed, though it's passed the deadline I'll count it personally. I'm not going to let this cop-out count as my post for Easter, I'll get that post in later when I have something to post about. Even if I have nothing to post about that hasn't stopped me yet, so I will see you, the Blogosphere, later on today.

Failosaurus Mandog

Expect Little

I'm not really going to do reviews or define anything in this blog, I'm mostly blogging for the sake of blogging right now. Like my title says expect very little because most of the time that's what you're going to get out of this, however there may be a few massively exaggerated stories, we will see.

So I've been playing Shoddy most of today, trying to get used to the Uber Tier, it's brutal. My team consists of the following:

Deoxys Attack Form

Mewtwo

Latios

Rayquaza

Wobuffet

Shedinja

It's a fairly solid team, a lead to set up some or damage their leads, a few sweepers and to stall/walls.

So that's your update for today, just getting it in before midnight.

Notoriously,

Mandog

April Fools!

So, it looks like today is day one of Blog Every Day in April. I don't really have that much to blog about, but I'm going to just write what comes to mind and I have a lot of that. Along with the first day of BEDA today also happens to be a day filled with retarded jokes and lame pranks. I'm not saying everything done on April Fools Day is lame, I mean Blizzard never fails to entertain me with their gags, and Google's reply to Topeka's name change was really fuckin funny.

Well this post sure was exciting, aren't you just looking forward to 29 more of them? Even if you don't want anymore I'm going to keep giving them, because I failed NaNoWriMo, but I'm not going to fail this.