2011

This year... man, it's been soooo good to me. Right off the bat, really.

Like, in January, I was introduced to the concept of "Winning." Jacko started it. No. Really. He did. One day he decided that "They don't win. I win." Then Charlie Sheen blew it up. Me? I'm still embracing it. Can't tell? Just look up.

March showed the fruits of the mindset, especially on March 29th. That day, I went out on a mission to get a job and I got hired, just like I said I would. Granted, I didn't start working until June, but it's okay, because in April and May, I was granted with many an opportunity that I probably would have otherwise missed out on had I been working. I started this blog, explored different hobbies, went to a poetry reading, hung out with great friends old and new, and... well, won.

June comes and I finally start working. The job, in and of itself, is ass, but with it came cash, and therefore the opening up of brand new opportunities, such as an improved expereince at the Impact Wrestling (TNA) house show, a trip to Atlantic City, a walk through the celebrity subspace know as Madame Tussaint's wax museum (yes, yes, all of these are still lost adventures that I never posted... call me lazy), and even a couple of very capable visits to Philly.

That's not to say that work has been all bad. I've met a few good people there, even a few that I would go as far as considering "friends." (We'll see how far that actually goes). I'm also physically stronger now due to work than I've been in years. It also inspired me (or frustrated me enough) to go head-first into NaNoWriMo and start up a novel that's far from finished. It reminded me of why I love writing so much... the sheer adventure that I can create just by turning sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages, pages into Chapter... etc... it's an amazing feeling that I'm glad I got back in touch with.

December didn't really provide much... exept the concept of Christmas shopping. It was the first time I went Christmas shopping for more than two people, and it was an interesting experience. I found out that while I suck at wrapping gifts, I am pretty good at giving gifts. And seeing the smiles on their faces when the recipents received their gifts... priceless.

So all in all, 2011 was a phenomenal year for me. There were a few frustrations here and there, but for the most part, the year was awesome, epic, and full of win.

And that, I saw so long to 2011, and hello to 2012! I'm not worried about an asteroid destroying the planet o the planet imploding upon itself so much as I am worried about some idiot accidentally hitting the "Nuke Every Continent Simultaneously" button. If the world comes to an end, it'll be because of us humans. But I really ain't all that worried about it. We'll be find. World's gonna end on some random year, like 56883 or something...

So cheers to another year of fun and jokes, epicness and awesomeness, friends and family, love and positivity, wins and success!

Confirmed: Writing Heals the Soul... so JOIN ME!

This post is directly related to NaNoWriMo... National Novel Writing Month.

This is the month where people drop 50,000 words in a month (about 1,700 words in a day) and call it a novel.

Now ever since I came up with the idea to improvise a book, I've been massively, yet secretly hyped about it. I came up with the protagnist here on this blog... his name is Brendan.

And ever since, I've slowly come up with a bunch of scrambled ideas for the book.

Ultimately, this book... it might not finish by November 30th. It will have 50,000 in the bank though.

Most importantly, it will have me venting out on various frustrations in my life... in the most over-the-top way possible. I mean, I'm talking fights, deaths, explosions, poems, sex, the works. The fucking works.

And that's when I thought about it... I'm probably not the only one with frustrations and no real way to get rid of them without actually killing people... unless I write.

And I know that I have a few writer friends that may have frustrations and aren't exactly taking that out on the fact that they can, in fact, write.

So with that, I would like to invite you to NaNoWriMo.

Now normally, the goal is to write 50,000 in this month. That would mean 1,700 words a day. And for some of you, that just might not be all that feasible. So what I would suggest you do is come up with a goal that you're pretty sure you can reach. It could 500 words a day. It could be 1,000 words a day. Maybe a page a day.... maybe a single chapter, a story, a poem... maybe even, simply, Just Write Every Day. Whatever. Just make a goal dealing with writing of some sort and follow through.

Me? I'm going for the 50,000. That's plenty of room to fight people, fuck people, kill people, find the dragon balls, and bring them back. Then blow up the building that they all resurrected in. Just because I can. This book is either going to be the greatest book I ever wrote, or it won't make it past the first week.

You? Do whatever the hell you want. Let your imagination run wild next month.

NaNoWriMo is Coming!

What the hell is a NaNoWriMo?

NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. This month is November, and it encourages writers to write a book consisting of at least 50,000 words. That's about 1,700 words a day.

Last year, I tried this. And I failed miserably.

No, I was not writing a Marko Man book. It was a book about Dark Iron and how somebody was going to either conquer or destroy the world using it and the protagonist, whoever the fuck it was, was going to save the world in this theoretically epic adventure to retrieve it from the overpowered antagonist.

I don't think I got past the Golems in the mountains.

Whatever the case of last year's failsauce may have been about, I am try again this year and I am going to write a 50,000+ word book for NaNoWriMo.

I have no idea what this book is going to be about.

Usually, I come up with plots and outlines and stuff for non-Marko Man stories and they're great as an outline, but apparently they don't translate well enough into a story that I give enough shits about to actually finish. I've had some pretty incredible ideas too. The Dark Iron shit was actually some pretty heavy duty shit. I've also had ideas about this guy that was so good a warrior that he was looking for supernatural shit to kick his ass and a weapon that controlled the entire world, but as I write these stories, I just couldn't give as much of a fuck about them as I did when I came up with the outlines.

So this year for NaNoWriMo, I'm going to pretty much improvise a book out of thin air. This has worked well for my poetry (obviously) and this has also worked well for more than a few Marko Man stories (The Untitled Internet Finale is the freshest example of such). But to improv a non-Marko Man book? Heh heh... this is either going to be amazing or disastrous.

I should at least come up with a name for the main character, right?

Brendan.

Brendan it is.

Hope

Intro:

I maintain insanity constantly
To keep from breaking down.
I tell you everything's okay
To keep from your pity.
I fear everything equally
But they think I'm fearless.
I'm inspired by the bullshit
Because the pleasant is rare...

The Song Itself:

Bad things happen to everyone, right? Okay,
So when bad sees me they say, "That's life so stop complaining."
Well maybe I've kept it in for a little too long
Cause suddenly I've been inspired to write a little song.
See life's been getting at me on some devious shit,
And separately the events are just some meaningless shit,
But when you put them all together you'll know why I'm the best,
Because Mr. Mark Littles fails no test.
I'm a grind my teeth and clinch my fist
As I begin a very much so unpleasant list.
Comprehending the upcoming will be like chewing on dry dough
As your theories are proven that I really am a psycho.
If something about this far strikes a bit of fear,
Then my suggestion for you is to stop right here.
The ink is the bullet and the pen is the gun
In three, two, one...

I'm on lock at 19 like a bank at night,
Got jumped cause months earlier I won a fair fight.
Leaving a school I love cause the shit's too expensive,
Nobody reads my shit cause I'm much too expressive.
I own intelligence that's both a gift and a curse,
Never got what was shared because someone splurged.
Once had a ringworm in my head for wearing my brother's hat,
Pops passed away already, enough said about that.
The girl that I love don't love me the way I love her,
Prom was cool for you, but me, I made it a blur.
I'm very helpful but I get no help when I'm feeling down,
Tapped plenty of ass but what they ass doing now?
Huge amounts of envy aimed at my shitty life,
I'm judged like OJ in '95
I hope you love my ink to pen, bullet to gun set,
Cause the scary shit is I ain't even done yet.

Fought for respect, won the fight, still ain't respected.
Always trying new shit, always rejected.
Even amongst friends, they ain't ready for the difference,
If I get too unique, they just stop listening.
Moving from neighborhoods with people who embrace me,
I must be ugly as fuck 'cause can't nobody face me.
My ability to be by myself works too well.
I wish I was Dr. Scholls so I could just gel
And slide free from the inner anger that won't go away
As I keep it bottled up with platinum everyday
'Cause I'm too nice to take this shit out on people,
If I did there's no doubt that I'd be lethal.
Counseling? Shit, I might confuse them,
Assign me to a shrink and I'll have him on REM
That's Rapid Eye Movement, it indicates that you're dreaming
Since you can't see my anger while my smile is beaming.

Random bridge:

So what keeps Mark ticking without going BOOM! like a time bomb waiting to explode and kill the mases that happen to be in teh wrong place at the wrong time because life constantly tosses shit to the fan hoping that it hits someone in the face and then they have to go wash their face because they don't want it stinking up their face because they have a significant other to kiss? Did you forget that statement was a question? Good, that was by design.

What keeps me ticking is the desire to overcome,
The desire that maybe one day I'll rise like the sun,
Proving my abilities are as sure as daybreak
As I carry along as many friends as I can take.
I only have to hands and my arms ain't that big,
But determination can promote any gig.
As I psuh to remove the first two letters of impossible
And my story's passed on as a legendary chronicle.
Something in me says strive till there's no mortal on top of me,
See I'm a mortal too, and anything can stop me,
But I can break diamonds, so it can't be that easy
As I get right back up the moment after you defeat me.
I've been beaten, bruised, and battered, so I searched my soul
And the single thing that helps me achieve my goal
Is hope...

RIP Macho Man, the Curse of being Epic, [a few] Status Worthy Comments, and Why Sonic Runs Away from Amy

RIP Macho Man Randy Savage.

What had happened was he was in a car accident, and then he died later at the hospital via a heart attack. :-(

I graduated from the 6th grade by way of this amazing song...
I think what's more important, though, is that I'm still dropping flying elbows on people since the 5th grade.

For as long as wrestlers have elbows, his spirit will live on.
Wow, that makes him sound like he was trash. No, he was great.
For as long as there are pro wrestlers, his spirit will live on.

The Curse of Being Epic

I think that I am so unique... so strange... so weird... that I simply appeal to absolutely no one.

Like, I'm simply not mainstream. At all. From the music that I listen to to the TV shows that I... oh wait, I don't watch TV, I watch YouTube.

From the way I dress, which is generally rather simple, to the way I think, which is generally rather deep...

I simply do things differently... do things epicly. Surely, if you met me, you'd probably remember me, but the fact that you met me was probably against chance... I'm just that one of a kind... that legendary... that epic.

Yes, it's very, very narcissistic. I'm very aware of that.

Status Worthy Comments

Lately, I've been dropping some deep shit as comments in other people's FaceBook statuses and posts. I'm collecting them here...

• If you have the power to run your world, it doesn't matter [who runs the world] in most cases.
• I wanna take a Blu-Ray disc and make a 2-D game with 20000 levels. Now that's replay value.

LOL. Apparently, I lied. Two comments? That's it? Oh well. I can make mistakes.

Why Sonic Runs Away from Amy...

So because of the FaceBook comments made for this blog post, I've come to the realization why Sonic runs away from Amy.

Here's an excerpt of the script from Sonic Adventure 2:

Shadow: I thought that capsule you were in exploded in space.
Sonic: What can I say? I die hard!

SO! That means that the only time Sonic dies is when he's hard. It's an amazing trait, but it does have a glaring weakness. Surely, the fact that Sonic almost died at that point in the game was because Amy was being threatened at gun point. Of course, since Amy wasn't in the capsule with him, he managed to survive.

What's more interesting, however, is a certain set of events that went down in Sonic 06. While frolicking with Elise, Sonic gets killed by Memphiles. My guess? He was hard. Sure, Elise wasn't even remotely the hottest possible chick, but I'm sure that the only reason he died was because he was hard. And as Sonic said in SA2, "I die hard."

Good job proving it.