This Blog is Looking a Little Grimm

I apologize for not posting in a while. My school life has been getting busier and busier as the work piles on and we finally get into that grinding school groove. Once practice for the school play begins (considering the fact that I'll be in it) and once I start writing my November project, life will only get more hectic. So for my next three posts, I will be posting another unedited project. This one is an outline of a modernization of the Grimm fairy tale called Simeli Mountain. I hope you enjoy this one, and this is most likely what many of my November stories will look like. Pre-edit stage, at least.

·         Rich brother, poor brother. Come from poor family, rich brother made quick millionaire, young brother unsuccessful salesman who needs to occasionally borrow money from older brother.

·         Walking with his products and sees a bright neon sign down an alley. Sign says Bazenji Bazaar. Goes down to investigate when suddenly twelve mean looking guys walk down the alley as well. Ran and hid inside another side alley and watched the twelve.

·         They stop at the neon sign and say “Bazenji, Bazenji, open up!” and suddenly the massive iron door opens. They walk inside and it shuts. A little while later the door opens and they walk back out with sacks of something. They say “Bazenji, Bazenji, close!” and the iron door slams shut.

·         After the twelve rough looking guys leave, the brother comes out and says “Bazenji, Bazenji, open up!” and he goes inside. He finds a huge warehouse full of gold and treasures, and he takes only a little, then leaves.

·         He closes the door and goes home. The poor brother starts living a great life and gives his wealth to others. He eventually asks his brother for a big bag, and his brother suspiciously obliges. The poor brother returns to the Bazenji Bazaar and still only takes a little, but he is seen by the twelve.

·         Eventually, the poor brother needs more money, so he asks his brother for another bag. The brother is suspicious of this new get rich quick scheme and wants in. Contrast the greedy rich brother and the giving, sharing poor one. He covers the bottom of the bag with adhesive to trap his brother. The brother goes a third time and is chased down by the twelve. When he gives the bag back to his brother, a gold coin sticks to the bottom, and his brother interrogates him.

·         The poor brother lies at first, then eventually his honesty forces him to spill the beans. The rich brother immediately heads to the Bazenji Bazaar, right into the twelve’s trap. When he gets inside, he takes as much as he can and intends not to share it, when suddenly he forgets the name Bazenji and mistakes it for Benji, the dog.

·         He sits there for quite a while doting on how worthless worldly possessions truly are when suddenly the twelve come in and mistake him for his twin brother and kill him.

Pertinent Life Questions Part 3

 Hello all, and welcome to the latest edition of Pertinent Life Questions. Seeing as this has become a pretty regular thing on my blog, I'd like to explain a bit more of what it actually is. You see, I have this friend who also has a blog, and we decided one day that since she had nothing to blog about, we would give each other blog prompts. These prompts would come in the form of questions being asked to the other blogger, and we would each answer the set of questions we're given. I just decided to call mine Pertinent Life Questions.

So if you're wondering where these questions come from, there you have it. No, I am not making them up. I didn't really expect this whole blog prompt idea to last long, but it has lasted longer than I originally anticipated. This is the long-awaited third installment of Pertinent Life Questions. Enjoy.

Item Number 1: Tell us about one thing you hate about your favorite person.

Well, I could go on and on for days about several different people, but I will stick to one thing I hate for every good friend I have. First of all, I hate the fact that my girlfriend broke up with me, but that's a petty reason to hate someone. I hate it when some people don't take life seriously enough. I mean, I love humor and light-heartedness, but sometimes some people go a bit overboard with it. I also hate it when certain people think that physical appearance is all that matters and that how you look is way more important than who you are. I also hate it when certain people act like jerks as a method of showing affection. I also hate it when people think that they have a right to act arrogant just because they have a certain good quality about them. Alright, that's the end of my friend raid. Love you all, though.

Item Number 2: Make up one nonsense word that doesn't have a negative meaning on UrbanDictionary.com.

This is a tough one, especially considering the fact that the school computer I'm typing on has no access to Urban Dictionary. I will, however, attempt to invent a word and give it meaning. I hope it doesn't already have one.

coll-ir-ble: (CALL-er-bull)
adverb.
1. being unable to touch one's own genitals.
2. being afraid of one's own genitals (collirphobia)
3. unpleasant swelling of one's genitals.

Item Number 3: Do you believe we'll ever attain world peace?

This is an interesting one. My total views on world peace and attaining moral perfection is a confusing one. Long story short, once we can get over racial tensions, religious tensions, and gender tensions, then all will depend on personality and the nature of the spirit. Only then will we respect each other enough to prevent war.

Item Number 4: Communism or Ayn Rand?

A mixture of both would be ideal for me. Socialism as a concept is quite wonderful. Everyone doing the same amount of work and getting the same pay. The concept is flawed, however, because of the reasons I stated for Item Number 3. Ayn Rand's philosophy makes the individual human spirit the primary focus of life, and I most definitely agree with that.

Item Number 5: Is your costume ready for Halloween?

No it is not. I am going with a group of people, and we are replicating all the characters from Clue, the board game. I have drawn the lot of Colonel Mustard, and I can't wait to wear a monocle and some Army boots.

Well, that's my post, guys. I wanted to tell you two things before I close this post. First of all, our Creative Writing class is modernizing the Grimm Fairy Tales, so when I finish with mine, I'll post it on this blog. Secondly, I have been planning more and more for the big writing project I'll be doing in November. I start official planning in October, and you'll see every step of my planning as I do it. I did want to tell you though that I will be writing a collection of short stories for that "novel", and they will all be linked to each other in some way. That is all. See you next time, where I will go into some of my current various musical interests.

Science-Fiction Still Rocks

Here is the second part of my story. I hope you like it! My next post will be the long-awaited third set of questions from my blogging buddy. Without further ado, here is the ending of this amazing tale.

What caught me was the utter silence in the place. I wasn’t hearing voices yelling, I wasn’t hearing guns being shot or people tripping or passing out or anything like that. So where was everybody? I walked around the obstacle and was immediately faced with my friend Graham. He was kneeling on the ground, shaking his rifle and smacking it soundly behind the trigger.

“Graham.” I whispered to him anxiously. He looked up. “Where is everybody?”

“Dude, where were you? Didn’t you notice? They had all of our guns rigged to jam, so that we had to fix ‘em. Today’s Troubleshooting day, remember?”

An almost electric shock of pain shot up my left leg at that moment, and I spun around to see the biggest, meanest guy in class pointing his gun at me.

“Ahh! I missed. I must not have done this thing right.”

As I just said, Bill, the guy pointing the gun at my leg, was the biggest, meanest kid at the school. The dumb lunk must have done something wrong while trying to fix his gun, because he had aimed the shot at my head, and it had impacted right above my ankle. Knowing that my gun was still jammed, I turned and ran off while he tried to figure out what he’d done wrong. Bill followed me. I guess he wanted revenge or something.

Oh wait. I didn’t tell you yet, did I? Well, here’s the thing. I made a rather derogatory comment towards Bill’s intelligence (or lack thereof) the other day, and, like they say, an elephant never forgets. So Bill was still pretty fumed at me, and that is presumably why he shot me and not Graham. And now he was following me.

Realizing that I had to hide and give myself time to get Bill off my trail, I darted up a flight of stairs and into another of my little hidey-holes behind a metal wall. I figured that that move would totally confuse him and get him away from me, so I settled down to take a look at this gun that I had no idea how to fix. I started doing what I saw Graham doing, pounding the butt of the gun, when suddenly the metal flap that acted as my door was ripped clean off. Startled, I scooted back further into the hole as Bill poked his big meaty head in.

“Hey Rob,” the big lunk said. “Do you wanna take back what you said about me being as dumb as a Class 5 Droid?”

Ever the comedian, I felt the need to hold my ground and stick next to whatever trouble my mouth got me into.

“Uh, no,” I replied snarkily, “I’m actually demoting you to Class 6.”

Bill let out a snarl and shoved his gun into my chest. After a moment of hesitation, the pulse inside the gun shot through me, and the pain of being shot at such a close range was overwhelming. I actually passed out. The next thing I remember seeing was the disapproving face of Professor Gottlob and the school nurse, Miss Pepper. I was on some kind of soft hospital bed. I was in those rags that they gave the patients, and then I felt weird because I figured someone had to have changed me into those rags.

“Robert, Robert, Robert. You have to stop this bad behavior of yours.” That was Professor Gottlob, I think. His voice was still kind of distorted in my head. “Sleeping in class…especially on Troubleshooting Day. Everyone knows that we do the whole ‘fixing a broken gun’ drill.”

“Well, apparently, I didn’t.”

“Robert, I think that because of recent events, you’d belong in a…different school of learning.”

“A different school? You’re not gonna send me to the science university, are you?”

Gottlob laughed. “Oh no, nothing quite like that. Robert, you are excellent with firing a gun, you have a great intelligence, and you are clever as well.” Here Gottlob paused, presumably for dramatic effect. What he had to say next was big. “We would like you join the forces of PIT, Peta Intelligence Technology. You’ve probably never heard of them, but-“

“Never heard of them?!” I screamed. “I’ve read all about them in the novels. They’re like the secret agents of the whole Peta operation. Why would you want me to join them? I’m nothing special.”
            “Well, the PIT agents obviously see something in you, and they want you to start enrolling in training courses right away.”

And that, my friends, is how my life was transformed from a dim, miserable one into a great romantic one full of adventure and awesomeness. I excelled at all of my classes, and later, when I was in the field, I was given several awards for bravery and valor. But that’s a completely different story…

Science-Fiction Rocks

I apologize for not posting recently. I've been sick this whole week, and this is the first day that I actually feel good about the world. A while ago, I wrote that I was writing a science-fiction story for my Creative Writing class. It had to be a minimum of three pages. I will post the story (in two posts) on this blog. And beware...this work is also unedited. Tell me in the comments below if you like it.

It was Troubleshooting Day, and I fell asleep in military school. So when my old PM-590 malfunctioned during our Real-Time Combat Activity (RTCA) today, I had no clue how to fix it. They always give the youngest and smallest guys the worst tech. And this wasn’t the only time that I’ve fallen asleep in class either. Just last week, I was innocently sitting in Strategics, and all of a sudden I just nodded off.

I don’t really know how it happened; Professor Gottlob was talking about, oh, I dunno, ancient Greek army formations, and I just totally conked out on my desk. I mean, Greek army formations are interesting compared to the other things we learn in that class, but something about having to digest that crap on a bright and beautiful Friday afternoon just disagreed with me. And so I rebelled by falling asleep.

 “ROBERT!” Gottlob yelled as he slammed the textbook on my desk.

“I’m up, I’m up.” I replied sleepily, proving that I definitely had not been up.

“Did you hear what I asked you, Robert?” I was lucky I hadn’t gotten buzzed; Gottlob was what they called a “buzzer.” There was some new DM (Disciplinary Method) where teachers were allowed to electrically buzz students for any reason. Being a “buzzer” meant that you were a teacher who buzzed often. But I think Gottlob liked me.

“Ahh, no. I was sleeping. What was the question?”

“I ASKED you about the Trojan War. What do you know about it?”

“Well, there was a giant horse, and the Greeks piled up inside of it, and they attacked the Trojan city. Right?”

“Exactly. What does this lesson teach us about WAR, gentlemen?”

No one answered.

“It teaches us that the Trojans were idiots for allowing that to happen! Here at Peta Military School, we strive to create smart and strong young men who would not, in the Trojans position, have let a giant wooden horse into their city! Do you read me, gentlemen?”

I glanced over at the guy sitting next to me, and we shared a subdued laugh.

“Did I say something humorous, Robert? Graham?”

“Uh, it’s nothing sir. Pay it no mind.”

Whenever a teacher says the full name of our school, I laugh. I can’t help it. You would laugh too, if the initials for your military school spelled out PMS. It contributed to the whole idea that seemingly all of our teachers had sticks up their butts most of the time. Okay, okay, I’m pretty immature, but if you’re like me and you don’t have anything going for you, you gotta play the part of the clown. It’s the only way you fit in. I mean, I’m short, weak, and dumb. What else am I supposed to do with my time?

Anyways, I was glad that I had only fallen asleep during Greek army formations day. However, as I mentioned in the beginning, I fell asleep again on Troubleshooting day, too. THAT mistake almost turned into a fatal one. I learned my lesson that time, which was don’t fall asleep, and don’t be a smart-alec to your fellow students.

So anyways, we were learning how to fix the standard issue PM-590 in the event that it would lock up and not shoot. I nodded off, and this time, no one bothered to wake me up. When the end-of-class noise went off, I jolted awake and hurried to my next class. After two more classes, the day was over and it was time to eat dinner. We had to walk through the courtyard to get to the mess hall, and the courtyard has this big metal box hanging above it. The box could be lowered at any time to create an impromptu combat practice session. Sometimes it happened while we were walking to dinner.

Today was one of those days. A loud metallic screeching noise signaled the descent of the box, and everyone around me tensed up and mentally prepared themselves for battle. The box hit the ground and stayed there, and I looked around to refamiliarize myself with the battleground. The box had obstacles and stairways built into it to create a rather interesting and varied battle site. There was one big wall where everybody got their guns, and after we were all prepped, the timer gave us 30 seconds to get in a specific location. After those 30 seconds, the battle would begin, with the last guy standing being declared the winner.

After grabbing my gun, I turned tail and ran for my own special starting point. It wasn’t an official one, really. I actually started every battle with a little bit of cheating. I started under one of the obstacles, in an area of ripped tarp where I could tuck under a bunker and hide for most of the match.

So I already said how small I was, but I was actually a pretty good shot with the old PM-590. Why did I hide during battles, then? Because everybody else relied on brute force to win, rather than skill with a gun. So I was hanging out in my little secret cubby, and I waited for a while to let a couple people get eliminated. Then I went out from my cubby and into the battle for the first time.

That's roughly half of my story. I will post the other half next, obviously. I would really appreciate some helpful comments on this concept, because this story is another contender to be my November novel. (You'll see how after the ending.) Thank you, and...smell ya later!

LET'S PLAY SOME FOOTBALL!!!

Like most teenaged males, I love football. American football, that is. But I love it for a good reason. It's very exciting, it's very complex and interesting, and it's pretty much the only thing that gets me pumped enough to blow my voice out. I am an avid fan of the Cleveland Browns, and, as everybody knows, it can be very hard sometimes to be a Cleveland fan. Who am I kidding? It's hard all the time.

So anyways, my high school's team is doing quite well (we're 3-0 at the time I'm writing this) and I hope that we'll be able to do well this year. My one regret so far in my life is that I never tried out for my school's team. Seeing as I'm now a senior and buried firmly in Performing Arts, I really can't reverse that decision. So this post is dedicated to my dad. He was the one who got me into football, and while I didn't like football until about four years ago, he still is the one responsible for getting me into it.

But the football spectacle that we know and love today wasn't always this way. Before it was football, football was rugby, played extensively in Europe in the 1800s. It was also played as rugby in the U.S. at various colleges and universities at that time. Modern football as we know it sprung from rugby with the help of Walter Camp, who gave the game crucial concepts like the line of scrimmage and the whole idea of downs.

The rules of the game were toned and perfected up until the early 1900s, when the idea of the forward pass finally became common. However, college football, not pro football, held the nation until the 1950s. The focus was on colleges ballplayers and the many rivalries that existed between schools. Bowl games were around 100 years ago, and they're still being played today. (I personally hate the Bowl system, because it forces a team to be virtually perfect to have any chance of reaching the championship)

The first pro football deal was made back in 1892 by Bill Heffelfinger, who was paid $500 to play for the Allegheny Athletic Association. The Ohio League (Ohio is pretty much the source of all football culture) was formed in 1903, and in 1920, the Ohio League added teams from outside Ohio, forming the American Professional Football Association in the process. 2 years later, they became what is now known as the NFL.

The NFL proceeded to become the "major league" of American Football, and popularity for pro football (as opposed to college football) grew. The popularity reached its peak after the 1958 Championship Game between the Baltimore Colts and the New York Giants, which has been named the Greatest Game Ever Played. A new league, the American Football League, was created in 1960 because of the ever growing success of pro football. Seeing this new league as a threat, the NFL decided to merge the two leagues and make a new championship game: the Super Bowl.

Ever since that 1958 Championship Game and the later merge between the NFL and AFL, football has been a hit, arguably replacing baseball as America's sport. As I said at the beginning, I love football. I love watching it on all three levels of competition, high school, college, and pro. So I'd like to close out this post with a message to Cleveland: don't disappoint me Browns. Although I haven't lived long enough to truly appreciate what it means to be a Cleveland fan, I have already felt that cold feeling of disappointment and that burning desire to have a better team. I will not quit on you, Cleveland. But you'd better not quit on me.

More Pertinent Life Questions

I'd like to start off today by saying something. I have decided that I will not participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I am simply too busy, and it's not realistic that I'll actually get it done. I will still attempt to speedwrite as much as I can on a specific story in the month of November, but I will not attempt the 50,000 words that NaNo asks for. If you doubt that I am too busy, then just consider the fact that I haven't been posting in this blog as often because of school. I will hopefully be involved in my school's fall play during the months of October and November, so that would create an added burden that would hinder me from being a WriMo.

So there. As for today's post, I have another set of questions from my blogging partner which all promise to be humorous, so without further ado, I shall begin. Actually, there is a little ado. Firstly, my blogging partner has promised "bonus points" if I make her laugh. As to what these mysterious "bonus points" are, I have no idea. Second, I wanted to tell you all that in my Creative Writing class, we have progressed to the Sci-Fi genre. My Sci-Fi short story will be posted in its entirety once it is finished next week.

Question Number 1: Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Apparently this is some kind of famous Alice in Wonderland joke/riddle, but I wouldn't know. I've never read the book or seen either of the movies. According to the author of the book, he did not intend for it to have any answer at all, but many people with too much time on their hands have devised possible answers. One is "Because Poe wrote on both," but I find that to be a bit too simple. Lewis Carroll's (the author's) answer is "because they can produce a few notes, though they are very flat, and it is never put with the wrong end in front." That's all I'll say about that.

Question Number 2: If a quiz is a quizzical, what is a test?

First of all, a quiz is not a quizzical. What the hell is a quizzical, anyway? Now, many of you are expecting to hear the good old "Well, it must be a testicle! Hardy har har." But that's not my answer. If you look closely at the letters, it shows that they add "ical" to the end of "Quiz" and they double the last letter of the base word. So a test would be correctly called a testtical. Or tesstical if you would anglicize it. Completely different from a single testicle.

Question Number 3: If the world suddenly became a theocracy, what major world religion would you choose? Why?

I have the power to choose the ruling class for the entire world? Holy ballsack. You all already know my views on religion, if you've been reading my blog so far. So, with that in mind, I'd probably choose one of those religo-philosophies instead of a strict religion. With that being said, I'd totally pick Buddhism. It's the most popular of the philosophies, and they seem pretty chill.

Question Number 4: What would your parents do if you were pregnant/got your girlfriend pregnant?

Hmm. Let's take this question apart one bit at a time. First, let's look at "What would your parents do". My parents are pretty harsh. So in other words, if I get an A-, I'm in the dog house. Next, let's look at "if you were pregnant". I am a male, so I can't get pregnant. Okay. That was easy enough. Lastly, let's look at "got your girlfriend pregnant." This would be impossible for two reasons. A: I don't have one :'( B. I lost my penis in a tragic genital accident. I was streaking through the vibrant streets of Fairport Harbor, and suddenly a motorcycle zoomed by me and some chick grabbed my dick and ripped it clean off. So there.

Question Number 5: Are you writing the one-act this year?

First, this answer needs some background info. Every year, my school does a student produced one-act at the end of the year, and I am probably going to be the one in charge of that. So yes, I will be presumably writing the one-act this year. As to what it will be about, I do not know. The entire creative process for that will be posted on this blog.

Question Number 6: Are you going to make me read your dumb blog to get your answers?

Excuse me, but I don't have a dumb blog. Only a good one. And does it count if you're reading this as I type it, Meg? Hmm...

Question Number 7: What is behind that sexy black box?

This question is completely confusing if you don't have a picture to go along with it, and I can't take one right now. So the last question will be answered next time. See ya! (No questions next post)

Pertinent Life Questions

For today's post, I'm going to do something a little special. A good friend of mine decided that we should exchange blog prompts and use them on our respective blogs. So my prompt was a set of seven very pertinent life questions which I will answer as best as I can. Here goes nothing...

Question Number 1: Why do they warn us when a sex offender moves into our neighborhood, but not a murderer?

Good question. Next.

Question Number 2: Spiritually, what is the difference between humans and animals?

Hmm, I'd say, I dunno, a soul. I believe that humans have something about them that sets us firmly apart from our animal counterparts. On that note, I have been hearing some rumors of a rather covert set of experiments that are attempting to give apes souls. Apparently the experiments are going quite splendidly; they have managed to get the apes to cry when they see their mothers-in-law, but besides that, all they do is sit around and fart all day.

Question Number 3: What's the difference between today and tomorrow?

Well, one is in the present, and the other is not. Simple, yet so difficult. If one considers the existence of the space-time continuum, then maybe, by folding it so that two spots on the continuum meet, both today and tomorrow can occur in the present, but when that happens, mass panic occurs and by the next day everybody has forgotten about it.

Question Number 4: If humans are all made from the same body of mass, what physically seperates us from each other?

Who the hell ever said we were from the same body of mass? Sheesh. Next.

Question Number 5: If a tree falls and no one hears it, will it make a sound?

Alright, I'm gonna give a serious answer for this one, because it has boggled the minds of mindless people for eons. Yes, the falling tree will crash on the ground and make a sound. Will the sound be received by human ears? No, because no one is around. So there.

Question Number 6: This question was left for dead. In other words I'm not supposed to post it.

Question Number 7: Where is the nail polish remover? Seriously, my nails need a new coat of paint.

Well, I'm a straight male, so I wouldn't know where your goddamn paint is. Next.

I guess we've reached the end of this little questionnaire. There is, however, one more question to be answered.

Now, if you can't see that, the question asks "Why do giraff have antenna?" Horrid grammar and spelling aside, there is a very nice picture of a giraffe there. And that is where I will end my post. Next time will be more serious, I promise. I'd like to close with a hot new indie song about giraffes. This guy is the very definition of hip.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs78nJfhJ28

So, About Religion....

For this first semester of my senior year in high school, I am taking a course called Contemporary World Religions. It seems like it will be incredibly interesting, and I know next to nothing about what some people believe. For this post, I will touch a bit on each of the major eight world religions and what they believe in, followed by a talk on what exactly defines a religion. I'll end it with some of my own beliefs on faith. So without further ado, let's get started!

I'd like to begin by delving into the oldest religion that is still practiced on earth: Hinduism. It is currently the third largest religion on the planet, and it is mainly practiced in India. Now, the Hindus have some crazy things going on. They have roughly 330 million Gods and Goddesses, (that's not a joke) and they structure their beliefs much like the Native Americans did. Their religion is more a way of life than it is a specific part OF their life. Another interesting thing about them is that really, they only have one supreme God who just happens to have 329,999,999 other personalities.

Next, I'd like to touch upon the two major religions in China: Confucianism and Taoism. Both are more philosophy than religion, because neither have deities. It's just two old Asian men telling people how to live. Taoists came about because of Lao-Tzu, and they also have the yin yang as part of their claim to fame. Confucius was obviously the guy who founded Confucianism, and a little fun fact about China is that they blend all of the Far Eastern religions into one kind of master philosophy.

Buddhism is one of the religions that the Chinese put in the blender. Buddhism came about when a sheltered little momma's boy named Siddhartha eventually got out into the world. He didn't like what he saw, and wanted to enlighten himself to find out how to live. This religion doesn't really have a specific God either. Buddhism is currently the fourth most popular religion, right after the Hindus, and it is actually becoming very popular in the U.S.

Before I get into the whole mess that is the Jews, Christians, and Islams, I'd like to touch on the Japanese Shinto religion. This religion is incredibly young, probably the youngest big major world religion out there. Shinto, like Hindu, is a lot like many Native American religions, with a major focus on nature and peace. The Japanese believe that the Shinto gods give power to whichever ruling family is ruling at the time.

Now, as most of you know, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam all follow the same one God, although they are all very different religions. When one meshes the three together, they take up more than half of the entire world's population. I will assume, then, that most of you know pretty much all there is to know about these puppies. The main point of this post, after all, was to raise awareness of things that I (we) may not know about.

As to what makes a religion a religion...I think that if it requires faith, it has to be a religion. Religion is based around the fact that you have to believe in something that you can't necessarily see. While this may hold true for some philosophies, faith also includes believing in something that doesn't make sense. Take Mary for example. She was a virgin, yet she gave birth. It doesn't make sense, yet Christians believe it to be true.

Now for my own thoughts on religion. I know that me posting what I believe may be very controversial to some readers, but I can't help who I am. You'd think with all this talk of religion that I'd be a fanatic of at least something, but I'm not. I'm agnostic. World religions simply interest me so much because they are all so similar, yet so different. In my humble opinion, how you live your life matters more than who you're living it for.

Please please please don't mistake me for an immoral person. Just because I believe that God is a lie doesn't mean that I have no morals. I still believe that we humans have a job to be kind to others and to help others achieve their goals, while still working to achieve our own. I'm what my uncle calls a sincere agnostic: I hold the highest respect for any and all other beliefs, and I recognize the values in them, but I JUST DON'T BUY IT. If you have an issue with that, please just keep it to yourself.

Well, that's my controversy-filled post on religion. I may delve deeper into this topic later, but today I just wanted a quick and dirty post to fill some space. With that being said, I'll keep you updated on what I'm doing with my writing when I have anything to update. No YouTube video this time, but maybe next time. Until then...