Thursday, July 08, 2010
Singing for your questions but you've stolen all of my answers

He’d heard something once... ‘cool guys don’t watch explosions.’ He supposed he wasn’t cool. It bloomed swiftly, like slow capture photography of an exotic bloom, black and orange petals unfolding in the clear night sky. Small streamers of fire arched away from the mass as debris scattered far and wide. Blotting out the stars above, a black mass of smoke lifted away, expanding to fill the heavens. A figure moved past him, indistinct in the firelight, highlights glinting off hair that could have been blonde, or gold or something light, booted feet crunching through the snow. “Stop!” He called. “It might not be done...” The figure paused, turned, features obscured in silhouette. “It isn’t.” The voice was male. Deep and melodic. The tone made him shiver, glad that the owner was walking away once more, heading towards the burning house. The excitement seemed to be over now, the explosive flames settling down, the gutted shell burning merrily. As the man approached, something burst from the wreckage...

Posted at 07:22 pm by Halcyon
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Thursday, July 01, 2010
I won't waste your time with my revelation

I was forwarded an Email, I have made edits in italics:

Isn't this so true......... HIGH SCHOOL -- 1957 vs. 2010 Scenario 1: Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.

1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack. - after all, there's no safer society where everyone is allowed to carry their own gun and potentially dispense their own justice if they feel the necessity

2010 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

Scenario 2: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.

1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies. - Nothing builds bonds between two men like a good beating, it's the manly way to do things, why if only women indulged in similar activities, they'd be far more robust and less obsessed with shoes.

2010 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Johnny and Mark. They are both charged with assault and both expelled even though Johnny started it.

Scenario 3: Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.

1957 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again. - Because violence is *always* the answer, nothing proves your moral superiority better than being able to thrash somebody completely.

2010 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.

Scenario 4: Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.

1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes a successful businessman. - After all, nothing teaches you to lie with a straight face and conceal evidence of misdemeanors like the threat of a good beating

2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.

Scenario 5: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school..

1957 - Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock - A heartwarming scene, nothing breaks down the necessary social boundaries between teacher and students like an opportunity to share drugs and tobacco.

2010 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario 6: Pedro fails high school English.

1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English and goes to college. - Needing to resit probably had nothing to do with his teachers intolerance of anyone not born to an English speaking family

2010 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against the state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English is then banned from core curriculum. Pedro is given his diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

Scenario 7: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.

1957 - Ants die. - Johnny probably wont get more ambitious, try for something more exciting, have his baby sister stumble across it and cause her to be scarred for life

2010 - ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario 8: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.

1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.

2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy. - to conform with the sexual predator stereotype being advanced here, Mary would need to be the child and Johnny would need to be a a teacher in his forties at the latest. Screenings of twilight have shown us that society has no problem at all with older women being sexual predators,

This should hit every email inbox to show how stupid we have become!!

Yes, stupid enough to email shit like this whilst forgetting what a positive perspective time and distance tends to put on things

Posted at 10:32 pm by Halcyon

Saturday, June 19, 2010
Still my heart would benefit from a little tenderness from time to time

I entered the book shop casually, perusing the shelves. I inspected a book by Terry Pratchett, in the certain knowledge that I already owned it. I turned to take in the rest of the store, curious as to whether I'd see anything worth my while. I saw a sale sign and then the girl by the counter. Her short denim skirt made no attempt to conceal her legs, which were bare all the way down to her small cloth shoes, the name for which I know not. They were smooth and slender and a little captivating. As I glanced at her again, she turned, walking in my vague direction, on hand sliding over the short length of denim attempting to do service as a skirt in what can only be described as a sensual manner. The other girl behind the counter asked her a question and she turned again. I did a brief circuit of the central shelves and exited the shop.

Posted at 04:02 pm by Halcyon

Saturday, May 22, 2010
Now I'm ready to close my eyes

I've been single all this time. It's not caused any significant problems. I've dealt with it fairly well. so why do I keep feeling this urge to change it? Why don't I just accept it and get on with things?

Posted at 12:29 am by Halcyon
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
And it's easy to ignore 'til they're knocking on the door of your homes

Do society a favour, tell the Bigots to go to hell.
How dare you negate someone's life simply because it doesn't meet with your expectations of behaviour.

Posted at 04:45 pm by Halcyon
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
So many things unsaid

Thus does it return.

Posted at 10:29 pm by Halcyon

Monday, March 22, 2010
We'll get you on the way home

I grow tired of double standards.

The kind of double standards that make me believe that were god to exist, he no doubt despaired of our shit long ago and bought a nice holiday home on the other side of the universe where he can ignore all the crap we inflict on each other in his name.

The particular set of double standards I refer to in this instance are the ones whereby people of a heterosexual orientation who go about their lives, talking about their partner, organising dates, holding hands, etc, are considered to live a normal life.

Conversely, people whose sexual orientation leads them to seek out members of their own gender who then attempt to go about similar activities are accused of "making an issue of their sexuality" or "flaunting it".

Since when is living your life in a manner that other people take for granted considered an "issue"?

There are people who claim that if you are going to "flaunt" your sexuality in such a manner, you should be prepared for the consequences.

Why the fuck should you have to accept any "consequences" from other people because you want to live a normal life with somebody you care for?

As a society, we have accomplished so many amazing achievements; computers, artificial insemination, vaccines...

Yet so many of us still seem to cling to the kind of thinking that makes me question how people manage to get out of the house without accidentally stabbing themselves with a spoon through sheer stupidity.

Posted at 10:40 pm by Halcyon

Wednesday, March 03, 2010
A thousand voices makin all the mistakes

The problem with developing harmful bad habits when it comes to dealing with certain emotions is that, no matter how well you think you do at getting rid of them, they're never completely gone. So, when you find yourself faced with an excess of the emotion, or emotions, that caused you to resort to such measures previously, you find yourself facing two things at once. The need to deal with said emotions and the attempt to prevent yourself from resorting to methods which you know to be harmful and which you have come to accept are counter-productive, yet which still have some sort of draw upon you, that draw becoming stronger as the emotion provoking it increases.

Posted at 07:17 pm by Halcyon
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
In the half light on this mad night

True Story!

It amazes me that people this ignorant don't accidentally kill themselves getting up in the morning, or get beaten up by the postman for claiming that he gets bitten by the dog because his great grandfather made a pact with Beelzebub for a new pair of shoes

Posted at 09:51 pm by Halcyon
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Sunday, January 03, 2010
Born again from the rhythm

When I got to university, I was a mess. I've had to admit this to several of my close friends over the years. I was a mess for the strangest of reasons. In my first year I encountered a lot of new people. A *lot*. I forgot a lot of names, obviously, I'm only human. The interesting part is that for the first time, I was away from home. This is always a big adjustment. Additionally, I met some people who wanted to be friends with me and enjoyed spending time with me. I spent most of every day with them. I don't think I could adjust to this idea. My concept of friendship with most of the people I'd known at school had come to encompass one or two people who seemed to like me, a bunch of people who seemed to like mocking me and some people who tolerated my presence. That's how things felt at least. The sudden contrast was unnerving and I didn't handle it particularly well. I'm not sure why it was so hard for me to adjust to. Additionally at this point I got to know many women, three in particular. One I had a fairly heavy crush on, but she never seemed to reciprocate, i got on ok with her, I wouldn't say friendly and she didn't seem repulsed by the idea, but having seen some of the guys she dated, being turned down by her was, in a way, a positive endorsement. The second was a girl I thought I was in love with. Perhaps I was. She went to pains to point out that nothing would happen without actually being harsh or make me feel bitterly rejected. Or it seemed that way, anyhow. Not that I actually approached her with this. She had a boyfriend and I'm not confident enough to believe I can overcome that kind of obstacle. She was a good friend and still is and I'm actually glad now that we are just friends because at the time we had enough similarities that I'm quite sure that a closer relationship would have destroyed one of us. The third woman was...quirky, let's say. I mad friend with her because she was attractive, I will admit that without a hint of shame. Once again she had a boyfriend. I let it go there and kept being friendly. When she split up with her boyfriend, i tried to be a good friend to her. I do not mean "I tried to be a good friend to her so I could get into her pants" this may shock you but I don't think i even considered it. She seemed to need someone to spend time with and so I spent time with her. I have a fond memory of laying on the floor of her room engaged in a tickling competition. Outside of the occasional friendly hug I think that's the second closest I've been to a woman in my life. The first being when one of my friends let me sleep on an airbed on the floor of her parents living room and decided it was easier to snuggle up to me than go upstairs. After a while, she actually asked if I wanted to go out with her. I still don't know if I did the right thing when I said no, but I suspect that I probably did. I think I recognised that a lot of her feeling came from the vulnerability of having come out of a relationship, left over feeling tagging on to the closest person. The rest of the first year was relatively uneventful. A few ore crushes, nothing as serious as those mentioned. I stopped drinking for several months to prove I could. Something I wish my friend had done, although for a while he had no choice, seeing as he was hospitalised after falling out of a third floor window. I'd like to say I was a better person after it all and maybe in some ways I was, but in others I was still the same mess, perhaps even worse.

Posted at 07:55 am by Halcyon
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