Friday, January 30, 2009

Rantings of a Madman

"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."

~~Oscar Levant






This is one of my favorite quotes of all time. For some reason, this fits extremely well into our world. I mean, look at the so called intellects (and maniacs) in our world.

Take Albert Einstein for example. People consider him the most intelligent human to walk the earth. And yet, he had unruly, uncombed hair, often didn't wear matching clothes, and did things that would be considered unhealthy or downright...weird in today's society. Somehow, this man still managed to explain many of the mysteries of the universe, leading to things such as television and the atom bomb (though he was a pacifist...). So, in a way, Einstein was a genius and a lunatic. Kinda like me...

Hitler is another example of intelligence being close to insanity. And NO, I'm not saying that what he did was right, or work of a genius. He was definitely demented in more ways than one, but he had to be pretty smart to come up with the kind of stuff he did. He thought out every single little detail in his master plan years and years before it was totally carried out. There were schemes within schemes, and everything was one barely significant puzzle piece, building up the whole of his devious plan. Every little key part played its role in the end, wiping out the equivalent to the entire population of Illinois. That would have taken an immense amount of thought, so in a way, he was a genius. Though he used his mind for the wrong purposes...


Or you could look at that quote in another way. It might mean that if you know too much, you might crack. Imagine knowing all. Imagine that everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen is all in your head. Your feeble and puny little noggin. Ouch. Your mind would probably be squashed, burned, ripped to shreds, and dunked in acid all at once. Metaphorically speaking, that is. But if you knew EVERYTHING, you probably would be shoved into a dark room with padded walls. Actually, that does sound kind of fun...

But insanity isn't really far. We're all geniuses in one way or another. And most of us are on the brink of insanity. It's just that some of us are...a little closer to the edge than others. Then there are the people that have all ready fallen off the edge, into the dark and twisted pit of lunacy.

To quote Heath Ledger: "Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little...push!"



~Nixx

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Fast Food Stuff

Well, I was kind of bored so I made this list.


Fun things to do at a fast food restaurant:

1. Start a food fight, and wait to get kicked out or arrested.
2. Order A diet water and see what they do.
3. If you're at burger King, order a Big Mac. If you're at McDonald's, order a Whopper.
4. Order at least ten things, then as they're preparing the food for you walk out of the building (you have to time this right; if you leave too early, they won't finish the food, but if you leave too late, they'll make you take the food with you).
5. If you're in the drive-thru, either whisper really quietly into the microphones, or scream at the top of you lungs.
6. After you get your food, spit in it directly in front of the cashier and complain that someone spit in you food and demand a discount.
7. Order through rap (search: Big Mac Rap on You Tube to see what I mean).
8. After receiving your food, complain that you wanted it uncooked.
9. At Burger King, stand on a table, proclaiming that the king will be overthrown and that a democracy is needed. Rant on about types of government and politics until you're thrown out of the restaurant.
10. Order a kids' meal and start playing with the toy, making sure to be extremely conspicuous.
11. Leave a trail of french fries leading to one of the restrooms.
12. Wear a shirt and shoes, but no pants.




That's all for now. If you have any to add, leave a comment. By the way, I don't recommend doing any of the things on this list unless you want to be permanently kicked out of all fast food restaurants in the country...so do this stuff in some other country!


Also, check out this awesome blog.---> Random Writing
Its author has great writing skills. So, go there. NOW. NOW, FOO!



That's all, folks!




~Nixx

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Tons of Stuff

I have like three million things that I want to post about. I'll put a couple of them in this single post, though.

NICE! I have fifteen followers. You guys are great, and I'm very honored. I'm glad that you think my blog is worthy of your follower-ness. I remember when I only had 2 followers. They were dark☼horizon and door-knob-eating-carpet-licker. But, they only knew about my blog because I personally know them. Then came the other followers, and for a long time, I only had 6 followers, but I finally got more. Watch out Cruz and all you other people with 30 some followers, I'll catch up with you. These are the awesome people that follow my blog: dark☼horizon, door-knob-eating-carpet-licker, mr..ViRUS, xXForsakenXx, The Stray Wolves, Dark Wolf, victoryofdpeople (my old account name for my old blog), Robert Varulfur, AWESOMENESS LOOKS GOOD WITH WINGS:),
Sonar, Alexandria, Cruz, the neon ninja, Gina, and Joanna. Then of course there are the people that read my blog and leave comments and everything, but they don't follow it (yeah I know it's confusing, but whatever).

Also, back in December, I watched a movie for my birthday. I just haven't had time to post about it until now. So the movie was called "The Day The Earth Stood Still". I watched it with door-knob-eating-carpet-licker and another friend. Let's call the other friend "Sasquatch", since that's what everyone but me calls him. Anyway, the movie is a remake of a movie by the same title from like the fifties. In the fifties version, an alien came to Earth warning the human race that if we didn't end the cold war, the planet would be destroyed.

The newer one is about an alien coming to Earth warning the human race that if we don't stop polluting our planet, the planet will be destroyed. But, the alien believes that the only way to end pollution is to wipe out the human race. To do this, he brings this giant robot who--well, you know what, I don't want to spoil it for you.

But the point is that the movie was all anti-pollution-like, which is great, since that is something that I totally believe in. I think the movie focused too much on intense-looking computer images than on a strong story line, and that some things went totally unexplained. It was a pretty good movie, but far from my favorite movie of all time. That is just my opinion, though.


Ok, enough about the Day The Earth Stood Still.

I've realized that probably none of you readers even look at my older posts, such as the ones that I created way back when I first started this blog. So I'm going to start reposting some of them so you guys have the chance to read them. I'll start with this one; a poem that i wrote when I was at a really boring party. I was being bored, so I lifted the cover off of this platter, and in it, I saw:


ROASTED PIG

Ice cold eyes
Staring at you.
Surrounded by flies,
Decaying, too.

It's head on platter.
As you walk by
The flies will scatter,
For they are shy.

Skin's been toasted,
The fat has been broiled.
Meat is toasted,
It lies in tin foil.

We want to eat,
And will soon devour
The poor thing's meat
At this very hour.




and there you have it. Kind of demented, but I'm like that.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

"Nevermore!"

This is my favorite poem of all time. It is insanely, intensely, uberly awesome. I got it from here.


The Raven
by: Edgar Allan Poe


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!





~Nixx






Sunday, January 4, 2009

Today's World?

This is how i would describe today's world. Sorrowful, painful, bleak, dark, twisted, and demented. I could list some more words, but they might not be very nice.

But, seriously, what's wrong with the world? There's obesity and world hunger. There's pollution and littering. There's war and hate. Prejudice, racism, crime, the list goes on. What's wrong with us?

Thousands of Americans are obese, while tons of the third world countries barely have enough food. People are dying every day from both starvation and obesity.

The amount of pollution is insane. WHY DON'T WE UNDERSTAND WHAT WE'RE DOING?!!!!!?? WHY DO WE NEGLECT THE FACT THAT WE'RE DESTROYING OUR PLANET??!!!?

And now there are at least a few wars going on. The vicious battles rage on, day after day, taking countless lives. Innocent lives. Really, why can't we all just get along? Don't we realize that other people have their own feelings and beliefs and opinions?

And don't forget the animal cruelty. For some reason, humans forget that animals are living things too. They can feel pain. They have emotions, including distrust and fear and anger. But they also feel love. Compassion. Companionship. People wonder why some animals, even their own pets, are "mean". Well, if you weren't such looked past what the animals were doing, and payed attention to what you are doing, you would realize why. It;s not them. It's you. If you mistreat your pets or any other animals, they won't trust you, so they act "mean" out of defense.

And people wonder why animals sometimes attack humans for "no reason". It's usually because we humans have invaded their space. It's not their fault that we intruded their territory and they're trying to protect it.

But, whatever. It's not like any of this affects us. WELL TOO BAD. I might not be directly affected by any of this stuff, but I still care. I try to do my part to put an end to it. Or whatever.

There are some people who watch the news and hear all this stuff, but they don't even pay attention to it. And then there are people who actually listen, but they shrug they're shoulders and don't even care. Then there are the people who care, but don't do anything about it.

And of course, there are the people who try to do something about it. But, the truth is, you can maybe partially slow down all these things, but you can't really stop them. At least not alone.

But, if everybody works together, if everybody plays their part, we might be able to prevent all this chaos!

Remember: Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

SUCCESS!!!

WOO!

I have succeeded in stealing my brother's hooded sweatshirt thingy! He just happened to leave his house for a mini vacation thingy. And I just happened to go to the house and into his room thingy.

And there, on a thingy on the floor, was the hooded sweatshirt, practically calling my name, pleading me to take it. So I did.

Okay.

So, this is my second post today. Go read the post below now or die. Muahahahahahahaha‼

Many Misadventures In Odd Old Ossining

Well, I had quite an adventure on Thursday and Friday.

My family and I went to a biggish town called Ossining (you've probably never heard of the town but Raven Simone lived there when she was young) to see my brother on Thursday night. And no, it's not the same brother who I'm planning to steal the hooded sweatshirt from (see post below).

Anyway, Ossining is a looooooooooooong drive from my house, so I was trapped in a minivan for hours. Not very fun. It was under 10 degrees for most of the trip, and it felt like my toes were going to freeze and fall off. But oh well. At least I would be able to warm up inside my brother's house when we got there, Right?

Wrong.

When we arrived in Ossining, my brother (I call him Flalex, don't ask why I call him that, cuz not even I know) rushed out of the house in a knit cap thingy and a couple of layers of clothes. He ran up to the minivan and gave us some bad news.

The heater had stopped working. It was 35 degrees inside. So, my toes never did warm up.

Anyway, it was sort of miserable but sort of fun, too. The fun part was that I could see my breath inside. And when I peed, steam rose from the toilet ( it smelled bad but looked cool). And when I washed my hands, steam rose from my fingers, which also looked very cool but didn't smell bad.

The miserable part was wearing at least 2 layers of clothes and a winter coat indoors. Oh, and the fact that my toes were frozen solid.

Our plans were to stay in Ossining for two nights, but we left earlier than we had originally planned. Oh well. It was quite an adventure. Or rather a misadventure.