Here's The Link: http://listverse.com/2009/11/18/top-10-things-you-should-never-discuss-online/ (Got it from Cal)
Here's The List:
10. The Middle East
9. Homosexuality
8. Jesus Christ
7. Race Relations
6. Abortion
5. Gun Control
4. The Holocaust
3. Politics
2. Origins of Man
1. Religion
If I may add one thing, I'd say Laws. It may be a part of politics, but it's sort of seperate. Getting someone started on some law is not a wise choice. But when have I ever been wise? I welcome all opinions, if anyone wants to talk about these things, leave a comment, we'll discuss it. Not many people read my blog, but the few that do are very opinionated. Feel free, my dahlin's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
A Poem I Thought Of Yesterday For You Called 'Reaper, Standing There'!!!!!!!!!!!
Reaper, Standing There
Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, did someone die?
Someone you knew?
Someone you loved?
I could make a list,
But it must be someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, don't be shy,
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
How can I assist?
Was it someone you missed?
Reaper, standing there, who died?
Was it someone you loved,
Someone you cherised,
Someone you kissed?
Could it be someone he missed?
Reaper, standing there, why do you sigh?
Reapers can love,
Reapers can feel,
Though grim, they exist,
And he has someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.
(I took a shower yesterday morning and, in the steamy mirror, was a figure that looked like the Grim Reaper sobbing. I made up a poem for him.)
Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, did someone die?
Someone you knew?
Someone you loved?
I could make a list,
But it must be someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, don't be shy,
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
How can I assist?
Was it someone you missed?
Reaper, standing there, who died?
Was it someone you loved,
Someone you cherised,
Someone you kissed?
Could it be someone he missed?
Reaper, standing there, why do you sigh?
Reapers can love,
Reapers can feel,
Though grim, they exist,
And he has someone he missed.
Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.
(I took a shower yesterday morning and, in the steamy mirror, was a figure that looked like the Grim Reaper sobbing. I made up a poem for him.)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Theme Thursday - Snow/The Tenth Daughter of Memory - Threshold/Happy Birthday, Mum!!!!!!!!!!
As I stared up at the painted face of my, as clichéd as it may sound, nemesis, my mind was busy making plans for escape. Ducking back under the water, swiping his legs out from under him, jumping and running away, swimming away. None of these plans made very much sense, so I just stared stupidly. His face started to become confused, and he watched me with dark, puzzled eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I tore my eyes from his, with enough difficulty, to look past him.
His figure blurred as I focused on a castle in the back. Looking back up at him, I realized I had a stone in my fist from when I had clenched the snow - it must've snowed recently, there was a light dusting on the ground - at the shore. Asking fast, on impulse, I threw the stone, along with several clumps of dirt, into his face. While he was turned away, trying to dislodge the dirt in his eyes, I launched myself onto the land and sprinted towards the stereotypically gloomy castle, perched atop a small hill.
Whilst I ran, I felt the pain in my chest from where the weapon stabbed me. I realized the sword was out of my body, and I also realized I don't remember it being in my chest when I was in the water. Was it possible they had taken it back out of my body? The wound was no longer bleeding - the cold water had stopped that. Still hurt, but I couldn't focus on that right now.
As I pushed myself up the winding path towards the door of the castle, I looked over my shoulder frequently, watching for him. I knew that was useless, because the Joker wouldn't directly follow me, but it was an instinct to watch my back. I saw my footsteps in the newly fallen snow, but not his. I jostled the doorknob of the castle, to find it unlocked. I launched my body through the threshold - was this symbolization, perhaps, as the threshold I had crossed into my new life without Mr. Wayne? - into the vast space of a foyer and up the stairs, where I collided with a brunette woman. She fell backwards, and looked frightened.
I stopped, and observed the character at my feet. She was small, maybe 5 feet tall, with curly brown hair and deep chocolate eyes. She seemed kind, so I turned my back on her to run and shut the door. I slammed the door shut, and paced back over to her. She had pulled her self back up, and was watching me with curious eyes. I quickly explained my story to her while she watched with her wise eyes. When I finished, she stood, and whispered to me, "I'm glad you found fit to trust me with this."
She turned around, and I saw the words written on her back for the first time. "Ravynwings". That didn't sound familiar at all. Was she like me? A crimefighter? A hero? She walked to the far wall, and pulled down a sword. I realized there was blood encrusted along the sword, and she turned to face me. "What are the odds," she whispered, "That you would end up here?"
My curiousity of her actions turned to black suspicion, and the enormous door I had entered through opened. I jerked backwards, stumbling, and turned around. The Joker stood there in the doorway, and 'Ravynwings' crossed the floor over to him. She handed him the sword, and he tsked. "Such a mess you made of my sword, Robin!!" he scolded me. I gasped and moonwalked backwards to the wall, and ran my hand over to the mantle, and grabbed a small, solid statue. I advanced towards them, statue held high, when the Joker looked up and noticed me. His dark eyes watched me move, and when I raised the statue above my head - a clown, figures - he jabbed the sword back through the wound in my chest, and, for the second time, I collapsed. The last thing I heard was faint giggling.
(Happy Birthday, Mum!!)
His figure blurred as I focused on a castle in the back. Looking back up at him, I realized I had a stone in my fist from when I had clenched the snow - it must've snowed recently, there was a light dusting on the ground - at the shore. Asking fast, on impulse, I threw the stone, along with several clumps of dirt, into his face. While he was turned away, trying to dislodge the dirt in his eyes, I launched myself onto the land and sprinted towards the stereotypically gloomy castle, perched atop a small hill.
Whilst I ran, I felt the pain in my chest from where the weapon stabbed me. I realized the sword was out of my body, and I also realized I don't remember it being in my chest when I was in the water. Was it possible they had taken it back out of my body? The wound was no longer bleeding - the cold water had stopped that. Still hurt, but I couldn't focus on that right now.
As I pushed myself up the winding path towards the door of the castle, I looked over my shoulder frequently, watching for him. I knew that was useless, because the Joker wouldn't directly follow me, but it was an instinct to watch my back. I saw my footsteps in the newly fallen snow, but not his. I jostled the doorknob of the castle, to find it unlocked. I launched my body through the threshold - was this symbolization, perhaps, as the threshold I had crossed into my new life without Mr. Wayne? - into the vast space of a foyer and up the stairs, where I collided with a brunette woman. She fell backwards, and looked frightened.
I stopped, and observed the character at my feet. She was small, maybe 5 feet tall, with curly brown hair and deep chocolate eyes. She seemed kind, so I turned my back on her to run and shut the door. I slammed the door shut, and paced back over to her. She had pulled her self back up, and was watching me with curious eyes. I quickly explained my story to her while she watched with her wise eyes. When I finished, she stood, and whispered to me, "I'm glad you found fit to trust me with this."
She turned around, and I saw the words written on her back for the first time. "Ravynwings". That didn't sound familiar at all. Was she like me? A crimefighter? A hero? She walked to the far wall, and pulled down a sword. I realized there was blood encrusted along the sword, and she turned to face me. "What are the odds," she whispered, "That you would end up here?"
My curiousity of her actions turned to black suspicion, and the enormous door I had entered through opened. I jerked backwards, stumbling, and turned around. The Joker stood there in the doorway, and 'Ravynwings' crossed the floor over to him. She handed him the sword, and he tsked. "Such a mess you made of my sword, Robin!!" he scolded me. I gasped and moonwalked backwards to the wall, and ran my hand over to the mantle, and grabbed a small, solid statue. I advanced towards them, statue held high, when the Joker looked up and noticed me. His dark eyes watched me move, and when I raised the statue above my head - a clown, figures - he jabbed the sword back through the wound in my chest, and, for the second time, I collapsed. The last thing I heard was faint giggling.
(Happy Birthday, Mum!!)
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
VOTE FOR THEM AND I'LL LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is my choice for:
Favorite Movie Actor
This is my choice for:
Favorite Movie Actress
This is my choice for:
Favorite Action Star
This is my choice for:
Favorite Comedic Star
This is my choice for:
Favorite Breakout Movie Actress
This is my choice for:
Favorite Breakout Movie Actor
This is my choice for:
Favorite On-Screen Team
This is my choice for:
Favorite Independent Movie
This is my choice for:
Favorite Comedy Movie
This is my choice for:
Favorite Movie
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Drama
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Comedy
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Drama Actor
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Drama Actress
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Comedy Actor
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Comedy Actress
This is my choice for:
Favorite TV Obsession
This is my choice for:
Favorite Competition Show
This is my choice for:
Favorite New TV Drama
This is my choice for:
Favorite New TV Comedy
This is my choice for:
Favorite Animal Show
This is my choice for:
Favorite Male Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Female Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Country Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Breakout Music Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Rock Band
This is my choice for:
Favorite Music Collaboration
This is my choice for:
Favorite R&B Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Pop Artist
This is my choice for:
Favorite Web Celeb
MOBILE VOTING:
Favorite Franchise:
Star Trek
Favorite Family Movie:
Where The Wild Things Are
Favorite Sci/Fi Fantasy Show:
Heroes
Favorite Talk Show:
The Ellen DeGeneres Show
Favorite Hip-Hop Artist:
Flo-Rida
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Theme Thursday - Friend
As I lay unconscious in the bubbling brook that surrounded my broken body, I had flashbacks. You know, people always say your life flashes before your eyes - I think people do it on purpose, so they can remember everything, in case there is something after this. In case they die. Or, maybe, they remember it so they don't think, "Why did I live simply to die now?" and remembering is their way of saying, "That is what I lived for, and it was worth it."
As I pondered these deep thoughts I never really considered, I was reliving the happiest moments of my life. Coincidentally, they all happened when I was with Mr. Wayne, my best friend. My only true friend, really. It was really a shame I had had to trick him. Me, Jason Todd, unwilling "victim" of the Joker. The Joker wanted to get to Mr. Wayne by getting me - told me he'd kill him if I didn't leave his life. I knew this would hurt him, but nobody dies this way and everyone could keep Batman. Why Joker didn't kill me, I will never know. Maybe to keep me with the pain of knowing I could've stayed, wondering what could've been.
In my dream-like state, memories passing in front of my eyes like a slide show, I slowly began to feel cold spreading through my body, like I swallowed ice water. I began to feel pain, in my chest, my fingers, my knees, my head, especially. I suddenly recognized I was moving, in the water, not on top, underneath the surface, hovering in a midway. My face, above the surface, my mouth gasping for air as it spits out water in return, felt the hot sunbeams. I felt the strange urge to duck my head back underwater to avoid the scorching sun, but I fought it, unable to breathe in the first place.
I struggled to move my limbs in a swimming formation for any surface I could reach, any land, any rock, any branch. A fish, even, would be useful. I squirmed between two rocks and grabbed hold of one. As I lay, gasping for air, I heard a familiar chuckle. No, not a chuckle - chuckles are light-hearted, good-humoured. This was an evil sound, a dark-humoured one. I forced my eyes open, blinked in the blinding sunlight, into a familiar painted face. The scarlet lips moved, in a hypnotizing way, in an all-too-familiar, rasping voice, "Robin!!" He grinned, as though delighted to have found me, "We meet again!!"
The Joker had come back.
(teehee, I cheated and posted this December 6)
As I pondered these deep thoughts I never really considered, I was reliving the happiest moments of my life. Coincidentally, they all happened when I was with Mr. Wayne, my best friend. My only true friend, really. It was really a shame I had had to trick him. Me, Jason Todd, unwilling "victim" of the Joker. The Joker wanted to get to Mr. Wayne by getting me - told me he'd kill him if I didn't leave his life. I knew this would hurt him, but nobody dies this way and everyone could keep Batman. Why Joker didn't kill me, I will never know. Maybe to keep me with the pain of knowing I could've stayed, wondering what could've been.
In my dream-like state, memories passing in front of my eyes like a slide show, I slowly began to feel cold spreading through my body, like I swallowed ice water. I began to feel pain, in my chest, my fingers, my knees, my head, especially. I suddenly recognized I was moving, in the water, not on top, underneath the surface, hovering in a midway. My face, above the surface, my mouth gasping for air as it spits out water in return, felt the hot sunbeams. I felt the strange urge to duck my head back underwater to avoid the scorching sun, but I fought it, unable to breathe in the first place.
I struggled to move my limbs in a swimming formation for any surface I could reach, any land, any rock, any branch. A fish, even, would be useful. I squirmed between two rocks and grabbed hold of one. As I lay, gasping for air, I heard a familiar chuckle. No, not a chuckle - chuckles are light-hearted, good-humoured. This was an evil sound, a dark-humoured one. I forced my eyes open, blinked in the blinding sunlight, into a familiar painted face. The scarlet lips moved, in a hypnotizing way, in an all-too-familiar, rasping voice, "Robin!!" He grinned, as though delighted to have found me, "We meet again!!"
The Joker had come back.
(teehee, I cheated and posted this December 6)
Friday, November 27, 2009
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