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Music is Cool

So my taste in music has changed quite a bit since a long time ago. I’ve gotten into EDM as my main genre I listen to. I also like to cycle out the genre, so one week it’ll be dubstep and the next week it’ll be trance, so on and so forth.

I made a Soundcloud playlist of some of my favorite tracks from Christian artists.

It’s three hours. Enjoy!


2013: I posted in January and in November.

2014: I posted in January and in November.

The date of my post in November in 2013 was November 10th.

The date of my post in November in 2014 was November 10th.



This is not meant to be good writing. This is a story that I weave as I go along. No planning or editing (apart from spellcheck) will go into this story, only words. No going back on what I write. I present:

“Improvised Writing #1”

I look over the city. The wind is blowing strong here, on top of the mountain. I think back to the times of old. Those were the times when one could simply be a child. No longer do those days exist for me. It has been a long journey, but a new journey is only beginning. What will I do while moving forward?

It’s getting late. I should be down by sunset, lest the creatures of the night overtake me. It’s amazing that just an hour from a mega-city, there are dangers from wildlife such as bears and mountain lions. My area was established as a preservation site, a place where the city cannot reach with its tendrils of civilization. The forest will always be a special place in my heart. I come down off the mountain as the sun’s rays disappear from the sky and reach my home as the last light dims.

Let me tell you a brief history of this land. This is not the land you, reader, know. While the terrain may have remained more or less the same over the centuries, the people that dwell have not. I am not human, or rather, not the human you may be. My race is very similar to yours, but… better? Is that the word? My race started from a genetic experiment gone rampant. The goal was to develop disease-resistance to the common viruses and bacterial infections that plagued the world, and one that would be delivered easily and effectively. Something was not right. The vaccine latched onto the common cold’s retrovirus and suddenly infected hordes of people. Now, this new vaccine-virus wasn’t harmful, but it contained significant portions of modified human DNA which it would inject into the human cell and replace entire chromosomes. An estimated 200 million worldwide were infected in Generation I. Resistance to the virus was inherent in most of the population, which is why it was not a pandemic. The virus modified the bodies of the infected with some distinct characteristics such as pointed ears and pale skin, as well as mental effects such as an attraction to nature. The cure was not developed until three generations were exposed, then the virus was eradicated. The genetic effects, however, stayed, forming a new race of elves.

That, reader, is my family’s story. I am Generation Seven. We are still discriminated, but the creation of our race is long out of memory to the populus. My story is more exciting. I am a Historian. Not like a traditional historian you might find at a university, but rather a Historian with a capital H. Historians have lasted for centuries, stretching back to the medieval times. I will not bore you with the details of how our order came to be, but I will explain my role. I can control time and events. This, reader, is how you are reading this journal that you hold in your hands. My power is limited, and I can only influence minor details of the world. It took considerable energy to transport this book to the past. Tell no one. I will be communicating more often from now on. Take care.

-The Historian.

[DISCLAIMER: I am not a sci-fi geek/nerd/whatever the term of choice is. I apologize if I offend any true fans of any of the series I reference. Just put on your blinders and ignore any fallacies that are sure to be present in this weird, weird post.]

In a galaxy far away, something is fascinating. Through the magic of wibbly wobbly timey wimey and the blatant mixing of sci-fi references, our hot dog protagonist is… to put it frankfurterly, dead. We’ll pretend the Old Man was a Vulcan who death pinched the hot dog protagonist.  You should forget this ever happened. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. *whips out flashy lighty thingy* *puts on shades* Stare into the light. *blink*

Would hot dogs even exist in the far future? Let’s assume so, for sake of plotline.

We visit the descendant of our original processed-meat protagonist in the fridge of the Eagle 5 (the space Winnebago piloted by Lone Starr and Barf in Spaceballs). Joe MXII had a peaceful life thus far among his brethren in the future-plastic packaging (disintegrates as soon as you’re done with it! Super eco-friendly! Might release toxic chemicals into the air! TOTALLY SAFE GUYS!) until the day of the Beaming.

Somewhere on a planet in need….

Captain. Kerk: Beam me up, Scooter.

Scooter: Aye, Captain.

*whooshing beamy swirly noises*

Scooter: Captain? You appear to be a package of… hot dogs *DRAMATIC MUSIC*

Spork: Fas… interesting.

Until next time….

The CRT Is Dead

It has finally happened. Our old JVC tube TV from however long ago died. Since CRT televisions can’t be bought anymore (at least new), it’s time for the upgrade.

My nuclear family has had a history with the CRT. A long long time ago, before Babby Gecko was around, my parent’s first TV was handed down from my dad’s parents — it was the TV he grew up with, if that gives you any info. When that finally died, the next TV in the line was found in the apartment dumpster because hey, free TV. That one flatlined at some point, and our house’s trash didn’t offer anything useful (because houses are not communal, that would be weird), so it was time to actually shop for a TV. This was around the beginning of the era of the flat-screen, though they costed like $12,000 for the newfangled technology. That TV lasted through the first move but didn’t make it through the second because we gave it away to a guy that worked on our house or something. So that leads us to the TV in mention today. It was left by the previous owners of the current house, which we gladly took, because hey, free TV.

I guess it was time to get with the program and get a fancy TV with all these dongly things and features.

Wow, seven minutes ago was my blogaversary… happy Nth blogaversary, I don’t even know at this point :o

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