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| Monday, June 9th, 2008 | | 7:01 pm |
One Page Synopsis
Chaos Destiny is a futuristic epic, told from the point of view of Alexis January Hark. She is inadvertently drawn into a massive conspiracy, and throughout the story, slowly comes to realize that she has always been the center of it. The Universe the story takes place in is limited to our solar system. It has no governing body, and the corporations rule. The two largest corporations are Walden, Inc. and Gates, Inc. Walden is mostly involved with security and wholesaling, while Gates produces mostly technology, and much of their company is shrouded in mystery. The story begins when Alexis, working for Walden, is sent, along with her longtime friend Jackson, to investigate a luxury space cruise that went silent. They discover that it was attacked by aliens who kill the mind rather than cause destruction. Alexis retrieves a mysterious locked box containing an encrypted disk from the ship. She is then chased across the solar system by Gates, pirates, and many other third parties, whom she believes are just trying to make a profit. As her journey progresses, she slowly discovers that nothing is as random as it seems, and that her life is a grand design created by men with unclear agendas. Is the world as free as it seems? Or is choice an illusion? Is the anarchy of our solar system really a state of chaos? Or is everyone simply following a set path to their ultimate destiny? | | Saturday, September 23rd, 2006 | | 5:02 pm |
The Return
So my Live Journal seems to have been abandoned for some time. Blogs are a tool of the devil. Nyah. Jackass Number Two My day at work royally sucked. My boss was giving us an extremely hard time and I was ready to start punching stuff. I needed this movie. It was like alcohol in movie form. A bunch of guys doing extremely stupid crap. I am so thankful. They did it all for me, so that I could calm down and end my day in blissful stupidity. Thanks Knoxville and gang. You and a couple Shiners kept me sane. | | Monday, May 1st, 2006 | | 2:37 pm |
| | Friday, March 31st, 2006 | | 1:06 am |
| | Sunday, February 12th, 2006 | | 12:17 am |
| | Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 | | 2:24 am |
No, THIS Friday.
 By the way, someone please inform people from New Orleans that "oy" sounds are NOT in fact pronounced "ur." Walgreen's does not sell turlet brushes, and your car that you rented from Avis does not need an Earl change right now. | | Wednesday, January 18th, 2006 | | 1:14 am |
| | Sunday, January 15th, 2006 | | 1:58 am |
It makes me sick.
WARNING: The following may be percieved as a racist comment. If you perceive that way, then you are dumb. Sorry. I AM TIRED OF BLACK WOMEN WHO ARE SASSY AND HAVE BIG ATTITUDES. For the love of plate, stop getting your giant bras in a bunch just because I'm white! I am not trying to cheat you. I do not make the prices in the store. No, I'm not carding you because you're black. I'm carding you because you're using a credit card and I have been instructed to do so because there are too many identity thieves out there. Every stinking day, you come from IBOC, tell me that you're blessed, and then look at me like I just stole your purse when the price isn't what you expected because you can't read a price sticker. Stop burning holes in your receipt with your eyes after I check you out. Yes, I took off for the coupon, it's RIGHT THERE. No, there. LOOK AT WHERE MY FINGER IS POINTING. Good? Good. Now take your paranoid black panther snappy-finger tight-mouth me-first attitude and get out of my store. BEING BLACK DOES NOT MEAN THAT ANYBODY OWES YOU ANYTHING. Did I enslave your ancestors? No. Have you ever been enslaved? No. Look, you're already using the money that I'm standing here earning to buy food for your ten kids. Bugger off. On another note, a black guy came up and with a straight face said this to me: "Wheh awa tawduh peppa?" At first I thought he was saying "We're all retarded people," which made me laugh, because the thought had crossed my mind many times. But it turns out he was asking where the toilet paper was. For Pete's sake, learn to talk. I'm done. Current Mood:  annoyed | | Monday, November 28th, 2005 | | 2:59 pm |
| | Wednesday, November 16th, 2005 | | 12:55 am |
| | Thursday, July 7th, 2005 | | 10:14 pm |
| | Thursday, June 16th, 2005 | | 1:58 pm |
| | Monday, May 2nd, 2005 | | 12:24 pm |
| | Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 | | 12:36 pm |
| | Saturday, February 5th, 2005 | | 11:00 pm |
| | Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 | | 8:12 pm |
| | Friday, January 21st, 2005 | | 10:09 pm |
Ten Dollar Bill
Money was tight right now. After his son's broken leg at the soccer game... He sighed in frustration. "God!" he prayed. "How am I ever going to pay the mortgage this month. I just won't have $1,280. What am I going to do?" He didn't feel a reply come. As he got in his car, he pulled ten dollars out of his wallet and stuck it in his glove box, promising not to spend it. "There's a start," he thought. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. He left his car unlocked over night, and when he got in it the next morning, realizing what he had done, he opened his glove box, just to make sure. He pulled out the money. "Twenty dollars? Huh... I could swear I put in ten yesterday..." Without giving much thought to it, thinking his memory was erring, he put the money back in the glove box and went on to work. At the end of the day, as he was about to leave, he got a curious feeling, and opened the glove box again. His heart stopped. There in the glove box was eighty dollars. He rubbed his eyes and counted the money again and again. He had an odd notion, and stuck the money back in the box. He closed it and then opened it again. One hundred sixty. "This is nuts," he told himself, and closed it and opened it again. Three hundred twenty. Again, six hundred forty. "This is impossible," he thought. Once more he closed the glove box. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened it. There before him was one thousand two hundred eighty dollars, his mortgage payment. He was overjoyed and tears begin to stream down his face. "God," he prayed, "Thank you for this money." But then..." he said to himself, "What if? I mean, I don't really need this money. But... man, it sure would be nice. Why shouldn't it work again?" He closed the glove box once more. Then, feeling the excitement build, he opened the glove box, prepared to be overwhelmed. But his heart sank immediately, for there, in the glove box, amid the repair receipts, insurance papers and car manual, was a solitary ten dollar bill. Panic overcame him. He opened and shut the glove box again and again, but every time it opened again, the face of Alexander Hamilton stared him down in scorn. 1 Timothy 6:6-8: "But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content."  | | Saturday, December 25th, 2004 | | 11:14 pm |
Not interested
I saw an oddly shaped truck that had a sign on the back that said "Warning: Live Bees." I must say, I'm not particularly interested on writing much on here any more, and not many people write really great stuff on here. So I think if I ever post on here again, it'll be something really cool, like a short story or something. | | Tuesday, December 14th, 2004 | | 9:49 pm |
Ocean's 12
I think it's cause I was tired, but I was confused while watching this movie. Some of the talking went by rather fast, and it was late and I was too tired to distinguish between comic banter and important information. So I called Ryan and he revealed a few key facts that made things clear, so I get it now. For the most part. So over all it was a neat movie. I wasn't like "Holy jock awesome yay crap pants," but I had fun seeing it with Gundy and Josh. I love hanging out with those guys. Gunderson makes the best comments during movies (and sometimes has perfect timing, "Say something!" XD) and Josh is just Josh, and I will love him forever. I like what Douglas Adams said about Jesus. Something to the effect of him being nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be if everyone was nice to eachother. Me and Ryan are working on a cool sci-fi project thing. It's excitin'! Secret!  MUFASA! NO! | | Thursday, December 9th, 2004 | | 9:51 pm |
I want to be marked.
I beat Metal Gear Solid today. I've also been playing Metal Gear for NES, and it's kinda hard, but I'm making progress. I have to kill a tank and I'm not sure how. Walkthrough. I have enough Christmas spirit to make Santa's sleigh fly.  Awesome. |
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