The Room

As the door creaks and squeals slowly open a sliver of light breaks through into the room. The room is cold and dark, cobwebs have taken and there is a layer of dust covering everything.  As the light grows across the floor the shadows that have ruled this room start to retreat and hide into the corners.  The cobwebs sway in a fashion that they are not accustomed to, the air has been still for so long that the webs are frail and shatter beneath the new found movement.  The light beaks across a desk sitting in the center of the room and the shadows recede behind it and stack themselves upon the wall.  As the door reaches the end of its path it collides with the wall sending a silent tremor through the room, disturbing the dust on the shelves and books along the walls.

A heavy foot passes through the doorway followed by a leg, as the foot strikes against the floor dust is kicked up and swirls in the air, coming again to rest on the highly polished leather of the boot.  There is a new found hope mixing with the still hanging air in the room. The hope of creativity, the hope that can fuel stories that will last a millennium, the hope that the shadows will never again rule this room and they will stay hidden in the corners and recesses of this re-discovered kingdom. 

A figure passes through the doorway, a tall figure with wild hair and fiery eyes. He walks over to the desk in the center of the room and places his strained hands on the chair. Inhaling deeply he arches his back, purses his lips, and releases his breath as he bends over the desk.  Dust clouds explode wildly into the air.  As the dust settles the man focuses his gaze on the desktop, on the typewriter, and on the potential.

Smiling, the man sits at the desk and feeds a new piece of paper into the typewriter.  Placing his hands on the keys he pauses, pondering what to write.

"I'm Back!" 

That's right, I am back.  I have left too much dust in my room here in Blogger, so I am going to start again..... At least once a week.

DMCA, unethical

The United States governing body is in place to protect, and provide safety to the citizens that appoint them.  I believe that the governing body of this country has lost the understanding of what their job is, and who has given them that job.  I would like to inform the bodies that may read this; that the citizens of this great country, this country that has always been based on freedom, shall not accept the DMCA, SOPA, and/or PIPA.  As they are blatant infringements on the rights of American citizens. When I go to the local store and purchase a piece of electronic equipment (Playstation 3, XBOX 360, etc.), with money I have worked hard to earn, I expect that said piece of electronic equipment is thereafter my personal property.  As it is my property I should be fully able to legally alter said equipment to whatever extent I would like to.
As a Disabled American Veteran, I have earned the ability to live in a free society.  Freedom does not simply mean that I am able to voice my opinion; freedom means that I am able to purchase, own, and dictate the manner in which that item is used.  For example, if I purchase an automobile, I can freely alter that vehicle in any manner I see fit, of course assuming that manner is within reason concerning safety and “Street Legality”.  I can replace the engine, I can exchange the tires, and I can even remove the entire interior, and sit on the skeletal remains of the seat, as long as I have a seat belt.  What makes a Sony Playstation 3 or an XBOX 360 any different?  Would a car not be considered intellectual property in a sense?  Someone thought of the idea for the car. I request that you consider that if you are not doing whatever is in your power to protect American citizens from greedy corporations, which would like for us to become product consuming vegetables, then what exactly do you think that your job is?  I can tell you that your job is to prevent poor excuses for bills to be passed, and it is to prevent whining executives from controlling America.  Also ask yourselves, are you serving the better interests of society?  The society which is the people of this country that have given you the opportunity to serve them.  I affirm that, unless you renew the exemptions to the DMCA for circumvention of any electronic device purchased and therefore owned by an individual, that you, the Senators, and Congressman of this great nation are doing nothing to serve the people.  In fact you are serving corporate interests, interests that will inhibit this country’s ability to grow, and prosper.
To clarify and summarize.  The property that I outright purchase is mine; it is mine to do with as I please, and I should not have to be concerned with what the corporation that built it does not want me to do.  I am an innovator, I am a computer programmer, I am an electrician, I am a tinkerer, and an inventor.  Why should I not be able to learn from what it is that I use every day?  Permitting a corporation to control my activities and prevent me from gaining full capability my own property is in fact a violation of my freedom that I among my brothers in arms have fought and bled for.

On a final note, I demand that you realize who it is that you actually work for.  You do not work for the government, you do not work for a corporation, and you do not work for a lobbyist.  You work for me, as well as the rest of free America.  You shall never forget that.

1 down, twelve to go.

So, yesterday I finished my first quarter of College, I honestly never thought I would go for it, but I did.  It looks like all of my grades are good, and I should be starting into the Game Development Program next quarter.  I have learned a lot so far, the hardest part hasn't been learning new things, it is trying to remember all of the stuff I learned ten years ago in High School.  I am ready for the three week break that is upon me, as a matter of fact, unless it has been for the kids or the Commander, I haven't done anything today.  I like that.  I think I will read, and finally get back on my PS3 for some COD action, that has been long overdue.  I like getting back into the world of learning though, I enjoy a good challenge, and school provides me with that on a daily basis.  This is turning out all "Feelings and crap" that has got to go.

I went to pick the Alien up from school today, oh yeah, the Alien and the Diva are in school together.  Anyway, I went to pick him up from school and I was standing off to the side of the playground, just watching him play with his friends.  I notice that he has two girls following him around, and two others are yelling his name.  The Alien stops, turn to the girls on the slide yelling to him, looks up and says, "I will save you Princesses!"  I lost it, my son has a brilliant imagination.  He then runs over to the slide, steps up to the ladder, pauses and looks up to the girls, swelling out his chest he asks them, "What can I do for you ladies?"   The girls start to scream and point behind him, he urns and the girls scream "DRAGON!!!!"  The Alien, with swift action, climbed the ladder and took up defense on the top.  Brandishing his sword, he bellowed out to the Dragon, "Come and get me you ugly bag of guts." The princesses were terrified, yet the Alien told them it would all be fine.  The Dragon approached and reared its head, fiercely inhaling, preparing to make an Alien barbecue.  The Alien raised his shield covering the Princesses and himself, suddenly a rush of heat consumed them, they were all scared for their lives, except the Alien.  The Alien stood up after the flames were gone, staring directly into the Dragon's eyes, he raised his sword and struck the Dragon, killing it instantly.  Satisfied with his kill, he turned to the Princesses and said, "We need to go.... Now!"  With that they made their escape down the slide and out to safety.

The Alien was leading the four girls around the playground like a train set, he turned left they followed in-line, he turned right they did as well.  Hey stopped and again so did the girls.

Ladies Man?!?!  I think so....

I'm back.

Alright, Celia, here you go.  Well I sat long and hard for about ten seconds, trying to figure or what I would write about.  I still haven't thought of anything.  I do have a new addition to the family, his name is Marvel, he is 5 months old and covered in fur.  No the Commander's genetics didn't come through strong on another child of ours.  I have a puppy, he is a pure bed Border Collie, he is now about 45 pounds, and he is a great companion for both myself, and the rest of the Family.  I am trying to teach him all of the basic commands, sit, stay, lie down.  Once we have these mastered, I will teach him how to put Saran-Wrap on the toilet seat, and of course, how to drive my truck.  Dogs are funny animals, you can sit and watch them and never have to turn the television on again.  For instance, Marvel likes to lick windows when The Commander is on the other side cleaning them. He loves to sit on the kids and the other dog, he will always lead an attack with his rest end and then once the subject is pinned he goes in for the kill.  He loves to parachute into small South American countries, with nothing but a combat knife, and a red bandana, and overthrow a tyrannical regime.  He like long walks on the beach, and he likes to cuddle under the stars. 

I will share a story, one time Marvel the Super dog Aka Agent M, went to a little country called _____________, and he infiltrated the presidents security posting a dog.  Once he was inside he only had 22 and a half minutes to take out the president.  After he had located the president, who was outside on the lawn, he squatted down and peed on his carpet.  He knew this would start a chain reaction, a guard saw him, scolded him and walked him to the back door, letting him outside.  He crept up to the president slowly, being sure to keep his head in the game, he got within give feet and the president turned around.  In the presidents hand, there was a dog treat, how could he know thought Agent M.  Instantly his tail started to wag, and he could feel himself rapidly losing focus.   Concentrate, he barked inside his head.  Suddenly, he rolled over into his back, and the president knelt down to pet him, then, Bam.  The president was shot down by Agent M, as the guards closed in M had no choice, so he fought.  He took out the first guard with some Judo he learned in a fight club in Lebanon, second guard he used Ninjitsu that he learned in Panama.  He made his way through the flocks of guards, and finally got to a cliff that overlooked the Ocean.  He had no choice so he jumped, he deployed his parachute, and landed safely on a passing U.S. Navy Battleship.  Once he was home he crawled back into his kennel, and slept the night away.  The next morning he filled me in on what happened, I asked him why he killed the president instead of taking the dog treat.  He looked me in the eyes and said, it was an Alpo treat, you know I only eat Purina.

Moving, and Other fun stuff.

So, today has been a great day.  We are packing up all of our stuff to move.  Let me tell you, The commander and the Diva could use some downsizing.  We have so much stuff that we hardly ever use.  Oh well, it is what it is, I am in charge of packing and cleaning the Kitchen.....  FUN!!!  I have made it a fun little game, kind of like Cinderella, wash this, clean that, pack those, etc.  I have been singing and dancing around the kitchen all day....  Yeah, right.

I did get a chance to go out to the Garage and work on "The Beast" today.  Got some new Spark Plugs, Mirror's, Headlights, and Cab Lights.  Now it looks like a Shiny new bucket of rust, ready to hit the trails this summer baby.  Now I just need to go get it legal, that is the challenge, I got the exhaust done a few months ago, and The Beast sounds awesome.  Might be a little too loud, we will see.

The Diva and The Alien have no toys at the moment, being that we packed them all up.  They have resorted to other means of entertainment, The Aliens new favorite past time is to run up, punch me in the back of the legs, and then when I turn around to scowl at him he screams and punches at me and runs to his room.  Reasonable.  The Diva has taken a more sophisticated approach, she skips the punching and just goes right into screaming and running to her room.

 I had sleep-overs with them over the last two days, Monday was Daddy's night with the Alien.  We watched the Old-School Batman (Adam West) and he eventually fell asleep, so I came out to the living room and started to play, Mass Effect 2.  I went back into his room and fell asleep on the worlds most uncomfortable couch.  It was lovely.

Tuesday night was my sleep-over with the Diva.  We watched Band Slam, did eachothers nails and hair, and she fell asleep on her bed.  So, I came out and watched Bollywood movies with the Commander.  Then like a genius, I pulled the worlds most uncomfortable couch into the Diva's room and fell asleep.  Why, did I do that you may ask.  I have packed up our Air Mattress.  Now my back is hurting, and I am sleep deprived.  Can't wait for tonight, sleeping in MY bed, I am even considering kicking the Commander out and making her sleep on the uncomfortable couch.

Anyway, I am now being beckoned to corral the kids, the Commander is going to kill them.

Timmy OUT!