Why I Wear a Fedora, and Why I Might Stop Wearing It

When I was still a wee child, my dad and I used to watch black-and-white detective noir films, and I thought it was awesome. Then, I discovered old issues of Detective Comics. Yeah, it had Batman, but it also featured detectives. And what do most detectives wear? Fedoras.

When I had my hands on some history books, I found out that people used to wear hats because it was the standard protocol. And I found it rather cool. I wanted a fedora but didn't get one. Why? I was 8. Ish. Or 7. I can't remember.

High school. Went goth. Saw Blues Brothers. It had my three loves: blues, harmonicas and fedoras. Fast forward college. The goth old me from high school went old school. REAL old school. I mean, I'm not the type that goes to Hot Topic and says shit like "My world's so dark you can't see it!". No. I spoke like a normal person. But I dressed full black. But comfortable. I don't need to look like an idiot wearing leather/PVC under the hot sun. And I seldom wear make up. Being naturally pale has it's benefits. But enough of that...

As I was saying, I was in the University Library, scanning for some good books at the recreational fiction section. Found some Bradbury, found some Hemingway, found some of shitty Anne Rice novels (I HATE YOUR ENTIRE BODY OF WORK!), and finally, I stumbled upon a dainty little book called "Pulp Fiction". It was a collection of actual pulp fiction spanning at least 5 decades. Memories of my childhood went haywire. I need a fedora. And it had to be black.

Now, to the second part of the title: "why I might stop wearing it".
Douchebags. Yeah, there, I said it. Fuck you, you idiots who wear the fedora for no good reason, not thinking about the actual functionality of the goddamned hat! The hipsters don't deserve the name! YOU RUINED THE PORK PIE HAT! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! DAMN YOU!

Life Lessons I Learned From Playing the Yu-Gi-Oh! Trading Card Game

This'll be a very nerdy post about a trading card game, so I apologize in advance to you non-nerd/non-trading card types.

A Little Background on the Game (entirely from memory)
Yu-Gi-Oh! is a trading card game from Japan. It started out as a plot device for a manga by Kazuki Takahashi, which in turn, became an actual card game, and then turned into an anime that 4Kids ruined for everyone in North America that saw the anime on Cartoon Network.

The actual card game itself is different from the stuff you see and read from the original manga and anime, as the stuff going on there are pretty fucked up shit. I mean, come on! People actually get hurt because of the game! If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch ANY episode of the anime. I don't care which story arc, season, spin off, or parody you see, just watch at least ONE episode. People's souls go to Hell (Jigoku in the original version, Shadow Realm in the 4Kids version) when they lose. Literally. It'll give you shit like "heart of the cards" and the infamous "POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!". So, enough about that. Let's get on with the life lessons.

¤ You can't get everything you want.
It's a bit cliche, but its true in this game. Your first five or six cards aren't usually what you want, and you need to accept that, UNLESS, I say it again, UNLESS you've done/will do something about it, which brings us to our next life lesson:

¤ Be prepared for anything
Again, another cliche, but a fundamental truth in this game.
Deck building is an integral part of the game. Imagine it as preparing for battle. What weapon to bring? Should I carry an automatic rifle or a machine gun? Should I wear a flak jacket for protection or not for speed? Get my drift?

¤ A little psychological warfare can go a long way
A player can win the game through sheer luck. A good player can win the game through skill. A really good player can win the game through fucking with his opponent's brain.

¤ When you can fight, don't run. When you can run, don't fight.
To be able to fully grasp this life lesson, you must first know what needs to be known about your surroundings. What cards are on the field? How about those in your hand? Have you noticed a pattern in your opponent's movements, especially with the cards he uses? If you have answers to these questions, ask yourself: fight or run?

¤ An all out attack is not always the way to victory
The aim of the game is reduce your opponent's life points, but that's not the only way to win. You can stall, bringing the game to a stop, until you complete the Exodia parts or finish the Final Countdown. You can let your opponent loose all his cards until he can't draw a card any more. There are other ways, all of them painful.

More stuff will be added. This is a work in process, so keep reading the twitter feed for more updates. Sorry for wasting your time.

Road Trip Playlist

For a lack of better things to do, here's a list that I think would be perfect for anything that involves a vehicle and the road.

(This list is in no particular order. Think of it as Shuffle mode.)

1. Highway Star by Deep Purple
It's a fast paced song with a bitchin' guitar and organ solo. And some people believe this song might be the first thrash metal song [citation needed]. Anyway, just don't get caught up with the speed, or your trip might end up in the...

2. Highway to Hell by AC/DC
You see what I did there? The transition? Yeah, moving on.
This song is CLASSIC. Not a lot of explanation needed here.

3. Where Ever I May Roam by Metallica
This is one of Metallica's slower songs. Great for drives at night, when you're all alone, not knowing where to go. If you want a faster pace, the remix of this song featured in The Blackest Album: An Industrial Tribute is just right for you.

4. Drive by The Cars
Again, another slow song. So, you broke up with your special someone, or had some bad day. Now what? Who's gonna drive you home?

5. Day Tripper by The Beatles
Catchy song, and kinda hides some sort of drug reference. Just don't drive while on drugs.

6. Country Roads by John Denver
If you noticed that the list went slower and slower, my apologies. They're just songs that are off the top of my head that have something to do with travelling by road.
This is a good homecoming song, especially if you live in West Virginia.

7. Trip to Jerusalem by The Eraserheads

This is a song by one of the Philippines' most iconic bands. And it's in English. If you want something in Tagalog by this band that has something to do with driving, Overdrive is the song for you. My dad actually finds this song very funny.

8. The Roadrunner Show theme song
Two words: beep beep.

9. Bicycle by Queen
It's got a vehicle. It's involves travelling. The song is actually good. Don't question my logic. Ever.

10. Go Speed Racer Go from the Speed Racer cartoon
I told you to never question my logic.

More songs will be added sooner or later. Just post your suggestions with your comments.

Tired

I am tired. I need a vacation. Bored of home. Bored of routine. Change stalled and was shot before it could even walk in the door. Change better get its act together. Change better do something, or I will do something to Change.

I need to swim away from this storm of ennui. My brain became stagnant, like the waters where mosquitoes thrive and survive. I am sick. Not physically, but almost. My mind is sick. My acuteness of the senses, gone. Gone much like Change. I need a vacation.

Tired

I am tired. I need a vacation. Bored of home. Bored of routine. Change stalled and was shot before it could even walk in the door. Change better get its act together. Change better do something, or I will do something to Change.

I need to swim away from this storm of ennui. My brain became stagnant, like the waters where mosquitoes thrive and survive. I am sick. Not physically, but almost. My mind is sick. My acuteness of the senses, gone. Gone much like Change. I need a vacation.

This Is My Lesson Plan, and It's Fucked Up (if you're a teacher, you'd know why)

Note: I am trained to teach high school, not elementary. This lesson is for elementary, and I will not teach this, fearing that I will turn idiots out of my pupils. I'm sticking to high school. At least those kids have the proper schema to think and scaffold new ideas.

I. Objectives:
At the end of the lesson, the learners should be able to:
1. Differentiate words with soft Gg sound and hard Gg sound.
2. Pronounce the soft Gg and hard Gg sound correctly.
3. Identify words with soft Gg and hard Gg sound.
II. Subject Matter:
Topic: The hard Gg and soft Gg sound.
Reference: Basic Guide in Reading (P), Corazon S. Reyno, pgs. 15-16
Materials: flash cards, pictures
Values Infusion: Active participation.
III. Procedure:
Preparation
a. Prayer
b. Greeting
c. Checking of attendance
Developmental
a. Motivation - Ask the class to give examples of names that start with G. Ask the class if they notice the difference of the sounds of the different names.
b. Presentation - The teacher will explain the G sound, and how it's sound changes, that the soft Gg is pronunced as a "j" and the hard Gg is pronounced as "g".

c. Application - Activity:
The teacher will now show pictures of words with soft G and hard G sounds. The learners will read these words. Then, they will divide the words whether they have the soft G or hard G sound.
d. Generalization - The teacher will ask what the pupils have learned.
IV. Evaluation:
Teacher will post more words on the board. This time, the learners will write on a sheet of paper whether they are of the soft G sound or hard G sound. After this, the class will check their work.
V. Assignment: Post pictures on the board. The pupils will guess the name of such objects depicted on the pictures, and decide whether they have the hard G and soft G. It'll be written on a sheet of paper, and the answers will be recited next meeting.

Why Am I Doing This? (And Other Frequently Asked Questions)

As I am writing this, I am sitting on the toilet during a power outage, with nothing but candlelight and my cellphone. This does not mean anything. I just wish to share to you what I am currently doing. I'm shitting.

Lots of questions have been thrown at me ever since I started my cyber life. So now, due to complete boredom, I will try to answer all the frequently asked questions in one single blog post.

1. Why are you doing this?
Why not?
I have lots of ideas that are just taking up my brain's memory space. I am computer and internet literate. I enjoy writing. I like to annoy people when I feel like it. Why not?

2. What is your real name?
This must be a trick question.
No, I will not post my real name here. But remember, I don't lie about my real name. I always say up front that I use an alias on the internet. On this blog, I am the Ghostwriter. On Twitter, I am, again, The Ghostwriter. On Facebook, I am ****** **** (censored for your protection and mine). Just look for me. You might find me.

3. How old are you?
Again, a question I will not answer on the internet.
I am old as I am. That is all.

4. Where are you?
Read the blog about the science fiction folio. That might give you a clue.

5. Why do you enjoy wearing black so much?
It feels good.
I'm comfortable with the colour. It seldom stands out in a crowd of people, but it stands out if worn perfectly. It looks very elegant and professional. Kinda like Johnny Cash. Yeah. Or Robert Smith. Maybe even Johnny C.
Oh yes, and black is a must if you enjoy creeping around in dark places. Black sweater, black ski mask, black pants, black boots, the works.

Well, those are just some of the questions I could remember here on the toilet. And the power's back on. Cool. And it's time to flush.

If you have more questions, just post a comment.

I'm Back. I Think. I Hope.

I have suffered long enough. INTERNET SHOULD BE FREE!
Today, due to some glitch, my phone is able to access the internet for free. I hope this glitch stays. I need it to stay.

Why? For shit's sake, I'm a damned blogger! I need internet access. I need to be connected to the world through cyberspace. I need to annoy billions of people through their computers/laptops/cellphones/smart devices.
My blog has been dormant for weeks. My posts have been at least months apart, and that is not good for. I am not satisfied. I can't get no satisfaction from the shit that I have to endure. The shit I'm talking about is the lack of internet access.

This glitch better stay forever. And may it never be fixed.


P.S.
The folio is done. It's called Erro Spatium. Translate that, kids.

Will The Brownouts Affect the Election?

Will the Brownouts Affect the Election?

BACKGROUND

The Philippines, especially the Mindanao region, has been suffering from rotating brownouts due to overworked power plants and generators. It has affected businesses, households and schools. The shortage of power also triggered water shortages, due to electric water pumps without power. It also made hospitals worry over undercharged generators for their life support machines and equipment. It also raised the crime-rate in certain areas due to the darkness.

With the upcoming automated election, will it affect the electronic voting and counting machines, and will it affect the results?

OPINION

I say yes.
Sure, they say have back-up generators. Sure, they say they have back-up car batteries. Sure, they say that a power outage would not hinder the system. But what about those who are determined to cheat at the election? Have we forgotten that?
How many times has the election counting been disrupted by a sudden brownout? How many times has a simple moment of darkness caused the tides of the battle to change? Countless times.

How can they possibly cheat? Simple. Steal the batteries.Destroy the power plants and generators. Burn down the classrooms. Cause a brownout and manipulate the results.
We must also remember that the BEST hackers in the world are from the Philippines. An ATM machine can be hacked by any college student with enough knowledge, why not a voting machine?

They say that the voting will only last from 7:00 am to 6:00 pm, and the batteries last for 16 hours. One question: how do you charge a battery without electricity? The cheaters would simply trigger a brownout to ensure that the batteries would be uncharged or undercharged.

RECOMMENDATION

Simple. Make sure that the brownouts never happen again.The brownouts are not a problem, but it's the people who cause it that's the problem. Look at it this way: they say that it's caused by the overworked power plants, but last Sunday, when the entire Philippines watched the Pacquiao-Clottey bout, which could overload the power generators, not a single brownout was reported. Why? People want to see the fight, both good and bad. Zero crime rate. Zero casualties. Zero accidents. The country is united when Manny fights. Why can't we be united when we fight the oppressors,the no-good-sons-of-bitches that are in Malacan? Why?
We do not love ourselves as Filipinos. We do not love our own country. We simply have a false sense of pride and nationalism.
WE NEED TO UNITE NOW.

REFERENCES

http://sports.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view/20100313-258365/Pacman-power-prevails-over-brownout

http://www.gmanews.tv/story/183212/safeguards-vs-brownouts-on-election-day-in-place-comelec

http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view/20100304-256555/Brownouts-no-brownouts-brownouts-

The Actidamean Folio aka Encyclopedia Intergalactica

Note: This is only applicable to students currently enrolled at Notre Dame University, Cotabato City, Philippines, Earth.

TRANSMISSION...

So, you wish to submit something for the Actidamean Folio?
We are currently looking for ORIGINAL artwork, stories, and poetry. If you want to submit a drawing traced from a magazine, or a story copied from the Internet, please proceed to the recycling bin.

The main theme is Science Fiction,but this only applies to the stories and artwork. You can write about ANYTHING when it comes to poetry.

You must be thinking right now "But writing and drawing science fiction stuff is hard!" That's where you are wrong.
It's actually quite easy.
Wanna write a story about forbidden love? Make the main characters a human and an alien.
Wanna draw your pet dog/cat? Turn it into a robot!
Wanna draw your classmates? Make them wear robotic space suits.
Wanna write a story about NDU? Make the setting futuristic.
IT'S THAT SIMPLE!*

*unless, of course, you don't know how to write a story or draw, then, a little practice is needed.

If you need some inspiration and ideas, here are some links and recommended stuff:

The Star Wars film series
Star Trek
Ultraman
Code GEASS
War of the Worlds
Planet of the Apes
Kokey (yes, it's science fiction)
RF MMORPG
Superman Comics(it's about aliens)
X-Men(it's about genetic mutation)
Books by Ray Bradbury,Larry Niven and Issac Asimov (they can be found at the recreational reading and english literature sections of the library)
The Wikipedia page on Science Fiction

http://speculativevision.com/gallery/
END TRANSMISSION

I almost forgot...

We are also accepting short comics. The number of pages is yet to be discussed, so keep posted for updates.

To submit your articles,or any other questions, just look for Mr. Case. You know who he is.

P.S.

If you can't find Mr. Case, or you don't know who he is, or too shy to approach, don't worry. He won't bite.

Or, just leave a comment at the comments page.

Martial Law in the Philippines

After the recent Maguindanao Massacre, the Philippine Government declared Martial Law on the area, seizing the political power of the Ampatuans, and replacing it with Military Governance.

This is not the first time Martial Law was declared in the Philippines, although this time, it is confined to one province. The question is: Is it really necessary?

History

President Jose P. Laurel of the wartime Second Republic (puppet-government under Japan) placed the Philippines under martial law in 1944 through Proclamation No. 29, dated September 21. Martial law came into effect on September 22, 1944 at 9am. Proclamation No. 30 was issued the next day, declaring the existence of a state of war between the Philippines and the United States and the United Kingdom. This took effect on September 23, 1944 at 10:00 am.

The country was under martial law again from 1972 to 1981 under the authoritarian rule of Ferdinand Marcos. Proclamation No. 1081 (Proclaiming a State of Martial Law in the Philippines) was signed on September 21, 1972 and came into force on September 22 - exactly 28 years after similar proclamations by President Jose P. Laurel. Martial law was declared to suppress increasing civil strife and the threat of communist takeover following a series of bombings and a government-staged assassination attempt on then Defence Minister Juan Ponce Enrile in Manila. The declaration of martial law was initially well-received by some sectors, but it eventually proved unpopular as excesses and human rights abuses by the military emerged, such as the use of torture as a method of extracting information. The well-known People Power Revolution of 1986 took place because of the many violated rights and abuse of authority of Marcos. The People Power Revolution eventually ousted Marcos, and he fled to Hawaii where he died in exile in 1989.

There were rumours that incumbent President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo was planning to impose martial law to put an end to military coup plots, general civilian dissatisfaction, and criticism of the legitimacy of her presidency due to dubious election results. Instead, a "State of National Emergency" was imposed to crush a coup plot and to tackle protesters which lasted from February 24, 2006 until March 3 of the same year.

On December 4, 2009, through Proclamation No. 1959, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has officially placed Maguindanao province under a state of martial law. The declaration, also suspended the writ of habeas corpus in the province. The announcement was made days after hundreds of government troops were sent to the province, which would later raid armories of the powerful Ampatuan clan. The Ampatuan family was implicated in a gruesome massacre that saw the murder of 57 persons, including women members of the rival Mangudadatu clan, human rights lawyers, and 31 media workers, in the worst incident of political violence in the nation's history. It has also been condemned world-wide as the worst loss of life of media professionals in one day in the history of journalism.

Background

"President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has officially placed Maguindanao province under a state of martial law, Executive Secretary Eduardo Ermita said Saturday.

"We are confident that this one is covered by the Constitution," said Ermita at a press briefing at the Palace.

The announcement was made days after hundreds of government troops were sent to the province, which would later raid armories of the powerful Ampatuan clan.

The Ampatuan family was implicated in a gruesome massacre two weeks ago that saw the murder of 57 persons, including women members of the rival Mangudadatu clan, human rights lawyers, and 31 media workers, in the worst incident of political violence in the nation's history. It has also been condemned world-wide as the worst loss of life of media professionals in one day in the history of journalism.

Reports received late Friday night said that the President had already issued an order imposing military rule in the province. However, when contacted by GMANews.TV, Press Secretary Cerge Remonde, denied the rumors. Presidential Adviser for Mindanao Affairs Jesus Dureza also said that he had no information.

Armed Forces Eastern Mindanao commander, Lt. Gen. Raymundo Ferrer, will function as military governor after the arrest of Maguindanao governor Andal Ampatuan Sr., the same report said.

However, the report failed to identify its sources. Ermita's announcement Saturday confirmed the first declaration of martial law in the Philippines since 1972 when then-president Ferdinand Marcos imposed martial law over the entire country." - GMANews.TV

Opinion

I believe the proclamation is necessary. Not only is the Ampatuan's abuse of power too much to bear for the region, but also for the country. Enough is enough! They have private armies, armaments and ammunition fit for at least 3 battalions, and guns, goons and gold enough for the whole family. It serves them right. Sure, they're the best of friends with the president, but you can't hide the fact that the president is a no good bitch, willing to do ANYTHING to stay in power, even if it involves befriending one of the most powerful clans in Mindanao.
They're turning the democratic government of the country into a monarchy, passing on their positions to their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, wives, cousins, even distant relatives. The Martial Law declared might scare them from attempting anything else drastic, but what stopped them from doing the massacre? NOTHING. The Martial Law can only control the current situation, and that's good enough for me.

Recommendation

I say the Martial Law be extended, until a different form of leadership, a deserving leadership, replaces the abusive bastards that run the whole of the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao.
They should also make sure that the military themselves don't abuse their power. We'd had this before during the Marcos Regime, we might have it again during the Arroyo Regime.
They have been abusing their power long enough, they have been in power long enough, they have been with power long enough. The government, for the love of democracy, better do something about it. Seize their sources of power: guns, goons, gold, and political position. Replace them. In fact, remove the autonomy of ARMM. This has caused too much chaos to the Philippine Political scene. especially during elections.
Enough is Enough.

References

http://ph.news.yahoo.com/gma/20091204/tph-arroyo-declares-martial-law-in-magui-d6cd5cf.html
http://www.lawphil.net/executive/proc/proc_1081_1972.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_law
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=aEWDw076uNcQ&pos=9

Why I Blog, and other stuff, such as the things i could have done if i didn't blog

I'm a blogger.
Exhibit A: you're reading this "web log post".
Exhibit B: there is no Exhibit B. It's here just for the sake of it.
Exhibit C: i have too many thoughts in my head that needs to be shared to other people on the internet, because the people in the real world will kill me. [citation needed]

I originally had no intention of writing a blog. I thought, "Nah. This might be another fad. I'll stick to my journal.", but I realized that since my journal is private, i'd have to print it so that other people may enjoy the bullshit i write, and printing costs cash money. Blogging became the obvious alternative.
My first four blogs were rather simple and juvenile (a trait still present in current posts), and posts were too far apart (again, common in current posts). I can't seem to think when i'm in front of a computer. Thus, mobile blogging became the logical choice. I run Opera Mini on my phone (endorsement. Nice). It allows me to visit any website i want, unless it runs on Flash, then i'm fucked. I can do so much while on the go. [i approve this message]
I think i went off topic.

WHAT IF I DIDN'T BLOG?
That question came into my mind a few minutes ago. So, here's a list of stuff i could have done to contribute to the internet community:

1. Webcomic- i can write stories. I can draw well (re: ugly, but good enough to convey my message). I have a passion for comics. Why not?

2. Photo blog- still a blog, but with less words and more pictures.

3. Meme machine- 4chan FTW!!!!1

4. Hentai Link Site-mmmmm, anime porn.
[i'm not that enthusiastic with the last 2 items.]

I guess i'll stick to blogs and twitter.

Silent but Deadly

I was sure the room was empty. I was too damn sure. "I know you're listening.", i muttered. I laughed. Alone. Then, i heard noises from the other side of the walls. Someone must've freaked out. I'm sure. They were listening.

I began to suspect that something freaky was going on. Something freaky is always going on.
I took a glass to listen to the walls. Nothing. The faucet began to whisper. Whisper words i could not comprehend. In fact, i could not even hear it. What was i doing, anyway? I sat down.

Strong winds began to scream. Horror at its finest. The flatulent winds began to burn my senses. Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch. All of them damaged by the winds. Gone.

i know it wasn't me who farted. I know it was you. YOU!

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 6

This is part of a series (obviously). To catch up, read the previous parts.

I have finally arrived at Mr. Kite's place. Lot's of parked cars. Odd.
I got inside without knocking. I've got a bad feeling. A feeling deep inside. A feeling i can't hide. Not a soul in sight. The lights were on, but no body was there. I said "Anybody home?!". No reply.Something is amiss here.
I was expecting an ambush. I reached for my gun. I need to be happy. Happiness is a warm gun, after all. Nothing happened.

*****

Almost an hour passed. I made myself comfortable on the recliner. Even helped my self to a Coke from the fridge. Where the fuck is everyone?
I decided to leave. Well, i had to finish my Coke first.
I turned off the lights before i left. Save energy and whatnot. As i stepped outside, all the cars were gone. The only one left was mine. How the hell did this happen? Why didn't i hear a thing? Fuck. Someone is messing with me.

My phone rang. It was Lady Madonna.

to be continued.

Where Are You Now?

I wake up and i know you are there, waiting for me, yearning for the touch of my hand, but not now, for i must go elsewhere. It pains me to leave, yet i must. It is my duty.

I return home, anxious to see you. I hurry. I must not waste a second. Where are you? I search everywhere. Each and every corner of the house, moved and turned over. Nothing.

Where are you now, my remote control? Where are you now? How can i enjoy my television without you? Since you've been gone, the television felt so far away. Each time i try to touch it's sacred surface, it moves farther and farther away from my fingertips. I need you, remote control. I need you.

[UPDATE]
I finally found the remote control. It was under the couch all this time. Took a whole rescue team (my little brother and i) to find it.
It's on a leash now. Tied to a post.

Book Banning Bullshit

Ladies and gentlemen, there's this act of idiocy done by fucktarded fucktards with nothing better to do. It is called "book banning".
The criteria for a book to be banned vary, such as violence and obscenity, anti-establishment ideas, or religious bullshit. For the love of gum, the Bible and most scripture fit in all of these categories!

What do these fucks really want, huh? Are they trying to save the world from the harsh realities of the world? Racism, sex, violence, drugs, liberal ideas: these things exist, and banning books that contain them won't make them go away, it'll just keep them suppressed. I'm telling you folks, a suppressed idea is like a fart. No matter how hard you hide it, it'll come out, usually smelling worse than before.

To the wonderful idiots that ban books, i have this to say: I hope you all die from a pile of banned books.

Non Fiction (For Now)

I have decided that i won't be writing any fiction for a while on my blog. I'm still finishing a script for some sequential art (read: comics), so, it might intervene with my creative process (read: hour upon hour of idiocy).
Don't worry though, Collide-o-scope Eyes will continue. It's nearing the end. Trust me.

That is all.

PS
I almost forgot, i also started using my deviantART account again. I'm ~hushmyst over there, if you were wondering. Don't expect much. I still haven't put a lot of artwork there.

Alright, that really IS it.

PSS
I almost forgot. Again.
I have created an account on Wordpress, so do watch out.
Note:
1. I won't be leaving this blog. This will still be my main blog.
2. The wordpress account would be for something else. Mainly graphics, photographs, and drawings.
3. I really need to go.

The Ghostwriter

The Cycle of Shit Continues

I am bored.
Nothing interestingly original ever happens. Nothing. It's always the same. The cycle continues to spin us all in a dizzy state of nausea and vertigo. Vomit flying everywhere, and shit stuck on pants. Coloured pants, I might add.
Speaking of coloured pants, they are annoying. They don't look good. They are ugly and a bane to the existance of pants everywhere. I'm not saying it's wrong to wear coloured pants, i'm just saying it annoys me. And everyone else with a sensible mind.
Everything these days get recycled. Trash gets recycled. Everything i see on film and television are recycled ideas, and they're still trash. Movies and TV shows have formulatic plots that are too old, too cliche, and too boring. It's the same story over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Brillante Mendoza's (he's brillant!) movies win awards, his last film won Best Director at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival, but his films are not even allowed to screen here in the Philippines. BULLSHIT. The Metro Manila Film Festival bases it's winners on the number of tickets sold, not on the quality of the film. ANOTHER HOT PIECE OF BULLSHIT! Good gum, what is wrong with our beloved country? Television shows run longer than the story. A show should have ended ages ago, but greedy executives decide to continue the show just to get more money. The show gets crappier and crappier, but they continue to milk the cash cow anyway. Why? BECAUSE OF THE DAMN MONEY! That's why.
The news. When the government fucks up, it's the talk of the town. The government wants to change the constitution, you get rallies everywhere. The president spends too much on dinner, everyone and their grandmother protests. But is anything done to resolve this? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Why? BECAUSE NOBODY LISTENS! THE DAMNED ARSEHOLES WITH POWER DON'T GIVE A FLAMING SHIT! And that flaming shit might help warm up some homes.
The cycle continues to spin. And we're getting dizzier by the minute.

The Wonderful World of Public Toilets

The glory that is the public toilet. A world where creatures great and microscopic thrive. Let me take you on a ride. A safari of this wonderful thing that shit call "home".

THE BASICS

ANATOMY
Most public toilets have the following parts:
*door (optional)
*toilet bowl (optional)
*water and tissue paper (optional)
*walls (optional)
*lavatory (again, optional)
Do note that i'm talking about public toilets that are meant to last long, not portable toilets you find in concerts and construction sites. They'll be discussed some other time.

GEOGRAPHICAL DISTRIBUTION
These toilets can be found virtually anywhere humans can be found. Schools and universities, malls, arenas, theaters, gasoline stations, etc. They seem to exhibit a symbiotic relationship, where the humans relieve themselves in them, while they feed from what the humans leave.

SEXES

MALE
This is the so-called Twilight Zone, children. This is where normal things don't happen very often. The male of the species gives off a strong scent, perhaps to defend itself from intruders, or perhaps to attract further victims. It's stained with urine and the toilet bowls are unflushed. It is marked by vandalism as camouflage. It has the distinct feature of the Urinal, for only male humans are able to use such devices. The Gasoline Station variety has the reputation of being filthly and horrible, and they live up to this reputation. Surely, this beast is prepared for anything.

FEMALE
Little is known about the female of the Public Toilet. It is said to be the meeting place of female homo sapiens to exchange information(read: gossip) and to add colour to their facial features. It smells better than the male toilet, but nonetheless, it is still subject to the same conditions as the males. It lacks the Urinal, for female humans do not have the adequate organs to urinate standing up.

[EDIT]:
As people from Facebook's Goth Group pointed out, females may lack the organs, but are still capable of urinating standing up.
I believe them now. They've got proof.
Here's the video:


USES AND FUNCTIONS

The Public Toilet is mainly used by humans for the expulsion of body wastes, whilst in the vicinity of a public area. It acts as a foster Toilet already found in the human home.
In rare cases, the Public Toilet is used as a changing room, or an area for sexual activities, or as a canvass of graffiti that the Toilet, in turn, uses as protection.

This journey will continue by request.

I Can't Think of a Title

I have decided to write normal blogs in between posts of Collide-o-scope Eyes. Don't worry though, consider it a break in the routine. Besides, writing fiction is hard business, so writing non-fiction gives me a breather.


Fiction mainly revolves around making shit up (obviously), and making "good" shit up is a hard thing to do if you're stressed. Or tired. Or uninspired. Or bored. Or disturbed (not crazy/disturbed, but pestered/disturbed). Or angry.
Non-fiction on the other hand, is a bit fairly easier to write. One reason: it's real, and you can't make reality stuff up (unless you work for reality shows). Just honesty, that's all. I have one problem though, my reality and fiction usually get mixed up. I'm not even sure if this is real.

That is all.

The Ghostwriter