Mechanical Masters

So last week my computer broke, and as a person I have never been happier! Like at first it was really stupid and annoying because if I wanted to get together with friends I'd have to first call them (LAME!) But I have been getting so much stuff done, for example. Last night I:
Did a load of Laundry,
Reorganized the mess of cables behind my tv,
walked my dog,
finished some homework,
and went to bed at a more than respectable time.
It's really awesome, Im ahead on all my school work (except writers craft which is on the computer).
So I challenge you, go a week disobeying you're mechanical master and it'll be sweet.

Also, I have an anecdote.
My mom is always getting on my nerves for not helping with the dishes more often, but I think the dirty dishes in the cupboards speak for themselves :D

Blargenjargen, UGH!

So with being sick and it being in the beatiful pre-report card time I have been SCRAMBLING to get homework done and get caught up. It really really bites, because I know the "shit will hit the fan" (for lack of a better term) on Friday, Feburary second. Ok but thats cool and all I used to that kindve stuff happening but what super sucks is that on the weekend my brother had a plug-in fireplace (who knew they existed,eh?) plugged in and it blew a fuse in our wall which in turn burned a fuse or breaker or something. Anyways it would be an easy fix( atleast for computer savvy people like me and my brother) but it will require buying a part, and we are also very cheap people who are stuck living out in the boonies so we have no stores near us even if we were willing to pay the money. The same thing happened with my earring, well sortve. I mean it fell out and I lost it and I haven't been to Kitchener to get a replacement(Like I'd want to pay the money to get a new one anyway So I've been stuck with a straw in my one hole. Kay so now I'm off to do research while I have a computer <3

Rewind.

I thought I'd take a rewind and talk about a book I read a LONG time ago. Like, in November long ago :)
I was in Chapters in Toronto with a wad of cash burning a hole in my pocket and I was at a "New Author's" stand, and there were a couple choices I found interesting but one that really stood out.
It was a collect of short stories called "Third Class Superhero" This is what it looks like:

And on the back it has a quotation from one of the characters who is saying: "My power,
if you can call it that, is that I am able to take about two gallons of water from moisture in the air and shoot it in a gentle strem or mist."
-Moisture Man
So based of the cover and delectable quotation I was thinking I had a really light enjoyable read ahead of me. I was WRONG. Dead Wrong.

It was an enjoyable read, don't get me wrong. But it wasn't a bunch of short stories about super heroes. As a matter of fact only one story was about super heroes (and super villians) and that was jsut used as symbolism of good and evil.
*spoiler alert* After many years of being unfulfilled as a superhero, moisture man flirts with villiany and although to him it's a huge fall and impact everyone else is just like "You're not the first one to be weak, to be evil. Get over yourself."
Which ended up being rather profound message to me.

See what it ends up being about is how complicated, yet meaningless our lives are. It was a really unique read, and some parts were a tad difficult to get through but overall it was a really good book.

****Being sick update*****
I have strep :) *coughs all over you*

The Power of V

So today will pretty much go down as the best day in January thus far. This is because of a couple key things and I shall tell you them.

So Sunday I became aware I lost the book I'm doing for my Independant English study. So I searched the house up and down, up and down, up and down and didn't find it. So I concluded it was PROBABLY at school. And the last two places I remember having it was in the Library or in my one class. So I look in the library and looking for a specific non-library book in a library can be difficult. Then I concluded it was not in the Library. So then when I had my class that I had remembered reading it in "the power of V" happened. I'll explain the power of "V" after I show you our conversation.Also Im going to leave the teachers name out of it for their sake.

Me: Have you happened to see a brown novel in here, ummm it's called Timequake?
Teacher:Timequake, eh? That sounds like a Vonnegut novel.
Me: Why yes it is. And I've lost it...
Him: Talks about how much he likes Vonnegut.
Me: Talks about how much I like Vonnegut and how much my life is sucking because I lost the Vonnegut book Im doing for my ISU.
Him: Well, I haven't seen it, but if you arn't able to find your copy I could lend you mine.

Ok now to explain the power of V. V stands for Vonnegut who is like this *awesome* author guy who if mentioned to say.... 20-30% of the adult population some sort've magic in them will spark. Like I have never had a meaningful conversation with this teacher before, and he offered to lend me his copy. How cool is that?

This also isn't the first time the power of V has shone it's light to me. Other times include:
buying Galapagos at Virgin Records in Chicago(store clerk was so pleased with my purchase);
a couple talks I've had about him with the woman who works at the New Hamburg bookstore;
the one time he ended up being the topic of conversation with an older friend and them being like "he is god!"
and the most significant time that power of V has happened was when a young James Spencer stole a copy of "Breakfast of Champions" from his music room after it had been abandoned there for quite some time, which he then passed on to me.

Me and a much older James Spencer (same James, just we've grown up since the discovery) are currently in a very slow race to see who can read all his books first. Although, knowing him he has won and hasn't bothered mentioning it yet.

Ok and well it's passed my bedtime and I still have physics homework to do so the other part of today that made it awesome was work. I got oven "fresh" bread aka frozen bread that has been reheated in the oven. Yum. And me and this one girl were slacking off and we made videos/took pictures of ourselves with paper bag masks.

PS: I've also found my book which adds more to the awesomeness of today.
Peace!

Story: Analysis

Ok so firstly... I really hate being sick, but I think I'm almost over this half week of this hell.

Also I  thought I'd like to revisit my last blog about my story because some people didn't like the ending.  And I thought it would be good to clear some things up and explain the logic behind it because it is just an early draft and not everything is there.

Well, firstly it somewhat shows a mirror of mistakes from previous and current government super powers. Firstly with the Nazi's and also with modern day parts of East Asia and the Middle east where the punishments do not fit the crime/ not really even a crime.  It shows that even in a society where extreme action is taken to prevent bad things from happening, that there will always be slip-ups. The moment that it had happened to the girl she became an anachronism of that society which I beieve challengers how our society deals with outcasts, are we too hard on them? Not hard enough? That is to say that when the current system fails to protect someones basic human rights who feels the consequences? Sorry if that doesn't quite make a lot of sense.

Also with the girl herself, I'd say her death was very peaceful. Just slipping off into a deep sleep with thoughts of hopscotch and unicorns or some innocent shit like that. And admittenly I didn't present the other possibilty in the story nearly as well as I should've but the negative effects that sexual abuse has on children is undeniable. Particularily as they get older. So with this ending she will never go through a long painful journey, particularily to find out 'why?'. She will never have to deal with having problems as who she is as a person, later on, or need to worry that she could become victim of the 'abuse cycle'. So both options presented it's hard to see why any possible ending would make sense other than her peaceful end.

PS: sorry if that didn't make sense to anyone who didnt read my story I was originally just going to post this as a comment but I figured it would be more likely to be seen as a new blog.

Story...

This is a short story I wrote a while back.  Its not polished... and it's a bit dark and a bit smutty.
I apologize for that.
Also if any of you read the other story I posted it deals with the innocence of youth in a soft sci-fi manner; this one does as well.

It was a typical day in the year 20XX, crime was hardly ever heard of. No vulgarities or indecencies to speak of, everything was fine. Why? One might ask, it is simple the current government had learned an important lesson from the past, and that was 'if there is anyone you don't like or is causing you trouble – gas them. Thusly crime, and such other vulgarities were unheard of.
Growing up in this day and age was much simpler for children, now that crime was gone. Also much safer for the most part. Alice was your typical seven year old. Quite a natural beauty with golden curls atop her head. With big green eyes, and in her blue dress, white socks, white undershirt, white socks and black shoes no one could resist her. Including Alice's father who was unable to resist her on more than one occasion. Her white panties, hanging from the best post served as a flag declaring surrender to those wishing to conquer new land.
Living in a day and age when such crimes were unheard of Alice had no reason to believe anything was wrong. She assumed it was normal, however she did not like this.
One day, while playing with dolls with her mother, Alice reenacted these actions with the dolls. For reasons unknown to Alice her mother got very upset.
“Why did you do that? Has he ever done anything like that to you?” were two of many of her questions. Alice, not knowing what lying was answered every question truthfully and honestly to the best of her ability.
Alice's mother did not know what to do, or where to go. Unlike Alice he knew what he was doing is wrong. She decided the best course of action was to inform the police, and get Alice's father out of their lives. There was a problem however, pedophilia, rape, incest, divorce.... these were all vulgarities, problems from the  early 20th century the government had worked on eliminating. She rationalized that since Alice was young, she could be taught to forget, so Alice would not be gassed. Alice would also need someone to take care of her, so she would be saved. Alice's father, she was sure he would not be spared. She did not really care, on the basis of their marriage was a sham and they had never been in love. Arranged marriages, another government idea.
Single parents in this day and age were rarely unheard of, but Alice's mother was positive they must exist. She phoned the local authorities.
They arrested Alice's father for holding right away, such vulgar people should not be on the streets. The next day a kind looking police office came back to Alice's house to speak with Alice and her mother. When Alice, not knowing what lying was, confirmed the story the police gave a cue on his phone to have Alice's father gassed.
The police officer then told Alice to go away and play. Not knowing was disobedience was Alice did as he told.
“This must be very difficult for you,” the police offered kind words to Alice's mother.
“I can't believe what horrible deeds went on and under my roof,” Alice's mother said, in quite a disbelief.
“My department and I will need to further discuss this, but I think Alice might be a gassing case,” he said, averting eye contact.
Alice's mother's eyes narrowed and she paused as if lost for words, “why, my baby didn't do anything wrong.”
“I know, and it's always hard to see your child die but,” in was now the officer's turn to pause. Alice meanwhile was playing dolls again.
The officer swallowed, “things like this affect children greatly. You cannot make her forget about it, and the truth of the matter is often times girls who have this happen will be unable to live successful lives.”
“What do you mean?” Alice's mother asked.
“In the early 20th century when, these indecencies were rampant. Often time children who were involved in these activities ended up committing crime, usually in the sex trade,” he handed her a pamphlet containing statistics.
There it was, all the facts. Cold, hard undeniable evidence.
The officer then put his hand comfortingly on Alice's mother's hand looked her in the eyes and said, “It's not for sure yet. Alice could be one of the lucky few who gets overlooked, but you need to ask yourself, would you rather your daughter die comfortably and innocently now or in a few years after knowing how her innocence was taken from her?
He then stood up and began to walk away.
“I've decided,” Alice's mother called to the officer, “I'd rather she die peacefully now. Just let us have one more night together, as mother and daughter.”
“I'll be here tomorrow at nine,” the officer said then he left.
That night Alice and her mother baked cookies, played dolls and watched movies until the late hours of the night. Alice wasn't sure why her mother looked as though she was about to uneasy. Alice began to worry, but her worrying came to an end when her mother woke her up at 8:30am the next day.
The officer was there in a government car the next morning at nine as promised. Alice and her mother went inside the car, Alice was still sleepy from their late night.
They arrived at the government building, it had a clean, sterile coldness to it. Alice told her mother it reminded her of the doctors.
They came to this one room, with a window looking into a smaller room. They asked Alice if she would go with them into the smaller room without her mother. Alice had no reason not to trust them, but she didn't want to, she held on tightly to her mother.
Alice's mother held her back, but after a few moments of hugging each other Alice's mother told Alice she had to go into the small room.
The first thing they did to Alice was strap her to a bed in the smaller room, she began to struggle. But after feeling a prick in her leg she began to calm down. There was a doctor in the smaller room with Alice, he was very nice. He told her that she was going on a vacation of sorts, but it wasn't somewhere you could get to by going on an airplane.
Alice looked into the window and saw that her mother was crying.
“Why is my mommy crying?” she asked, feeling very calm.
“Don't worry young one, she is simply upset that she doesn't get to go on the trip with you,” he told Alice, while strapping a surgical mask that was attached to a tube onto her.
“Now do you know how to count to 100, little one?” he asked, as he placed his index and middle finger on Alice's neck.
“Yeah,” Alice said, although she felt the question to be off topic.
“Could you do it for me?” he asked warmly.
Alice, not knowing what disobedience was did as she was told.
100... 99....98.....97.......96........