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The Birds, the Stars, and the Chimney Sweeps

mtmcl — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 08:08:41 +0000

Arch rises above cataclysm. Sunshine is blood shine. The rooftops of London, a barren scenery to discern, stand proudly as Shakespearean stages - triumphant. Smoke stacks dance among the clouds, a hazy clarity of freedom embracing the sky. Simple times and simple measures tread the tightrope of innovation. Flood waters thunder inward, focused intently on fierce victory. The young and the weak fall first. The aged and knowledgeable flee to the rooftops, high ground, and watch from above as London is submerged and digested from end to end. Unsatisfied, the water crawls up the buildings, thrusting the bricks and stones of history deeper into its bowels.

A Bit of Backlog

mtmcl — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 04:39:00 +0000

I’m currently working on putting up some of my favorite posts from my old blog. Some may be slightly revised and retitled. They will be posted under the original date of post, so they will appear to have been posted BEFORE this post. Just felt like I should note that.

Let’s Play Pretend

mtmcl — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 00:19:00 +0000

I’ve been thinking a lot about net neutrality. Let’s say you make videos, for example. You have a website where you post all your videos, but you also have a YouTube channel with all the same videos. People are more likely to visit the YouTube channel, right?

It seems to me as if personal websites are going down the drain in favor of personal pages on larger social networking sites.

I think that’s why tumblr will succeed.

Cyberterror! Cyberilluminati! Cyberchemtrails!

mtmcl — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 22:24:00 +0000

A McAfee report says cybercrime is going to become a massive threat to national security.

Lightbulbs, Inc. has responded with their own report, concluding that darkness will be a much greater threat to national security.

And When Your Imaginary Friend is Real?

mtmcl — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:52:00 +0000

I saw you. I think you may have seen me. Will this tear apart the very fabrics of space-time? While I listen to empowering music, I can see so many ways the events may unfold. I keep thinking about it in different ways, different outcomes. I feel frozen right now because there is no sociable atmosphere. There is no approachability. There are only wandering eyes around the room, in a crowd of people, all of which so condensed. Who’s to say where the eyes are aiming? My eyes, your eyes, their eyes. It’s all a bit disorienting, and I’m so tired that it might as well be a dream. How can I ever excuse a random greeting? How do I justify a hello? You’re a smart one, though, and you can’t be fooled. I couldn’t be happier. Fools are not to my liking.

Working in Mysterious Ways

mtmcl — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 17:28:00 +0000

Where is your Christmas spirit? Does it dissipate internally or has it dissipated as a whole quite recently. I’ve come to feel that it is in fact internal, that the delusional mind filter of Christmas spirit fades inside each and every one of us and thus we see life as it really is during the Christmas season, vile and heartless. I’ve made it a tradition to visit the local mall every Christmas eve in order to witness the chaos, and I’m here to report to you, friends, that even the chaos is bleak.

Outside the Comfort Zone

mtmcl — Mon, 30 Oct 2006 01:05:00 +0000

Life is summed up in so many circumstances that we so enjoy taking for granted. Life is so broad. Its mass is not equated to that of a single item or philosophy. Yet we so easily sum ourselves up so quickly, looking no further.

Bald as a Hatter

mtmcl — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 20:30:00 +0000

I never liked the idea of wearing a hat. Maybe it was due to the attitude I always associated with people who wore hats. From the first day I ever stepped foot in a school, people with hats were usually bullies. I certainly didn’t want to wear a hat. I certainly didn’t want to be a bully. For the longest time, I wasn’t.

Last year I became a total bully. My hair grew so long that I just couldn’t take it in my eyes any longer. I bought a “Star Wars” hat for the ridiculous effect and wore it almost daily. From that moment on, God decided to punish me. My hair began to curl a little and get a lot thinner.

Later, I got a haircut and have decided not to wear the hat any longer. Since then, things have improved. My hair is once again incredbily beautiful.

I look on to bullies with mercy and pity.

It’s a plague.

Don’t Tease the Phoenix

mtmcl — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 14:08:00 +0000

Without man, who littered the Target parking lots? Who fed the birds? I imagine vast fields of empty concrete. It all seems so natural.

A child may ask a parent, “Where does concrete come from?”

“Well, son, there is a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship between man and grass. As you should already know, grass was made by God himself to yield to our very whim. In return, we nurture it to maturity. Once it reaches maturity, grass secretes concrete so that we may walk and drive in comfort.”

Maybe dead birds littered the empty parking lot. How long have birds needlessly died of starvation before mankind came along?

Not so long. Here’s my theory.

Before the coming of man, birds were the dominant species on Earth. They had a working soceity, a strengthened economy, and even ran various Targets all around the world, thus producing ample garbage to feast on.

However, when man came along, and God gave man the birds, man was merciful. Man said to bird, “I will make you a generous offer.”

Bird was, of course, rather hesitant and skeptical at first. Man replied, “You see, we will take over your societal and economic obligations and you may continue to keep all the trash. It is a win-win situation, no?”

Bird chirped with joy, and the rest was history!

Sock Puppets

mtmcl — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 01:08:00 +0000

Don’t trouble yourself. Don’t strive to be original. Don’t stand up for your beliefs. After all, it may very well destroy your reputation. A man of your stature has a lot to maintain, carrying a weight so much heavier than that of your vague opinions.

Thoughts like these run through my head, but they don’t seem to apply to me. I have no trouble being myself, or so I’d like to think at very least. I’d like to think I’m a person unlike any you’ve ever met, and some have told me that I am.

Maybe then this thought is meant to be applied to those around me. Then again, who am I to judge their lifestyle? If it is in one’s individuality to pose as something else, is that not who they are in the first place? Is it really possible to be something you’re not?

Maybe there is. Maybe room was made initially for experimentation, to be able to try out the vast array of lifestyles available. Notice I remain vague as to what gives us this room. An origin of life? Society? The government? I’m far from a conspiracy theorist.

Welcome to my blog. I’m not going to go easy on you. My thoughts are cryptic. I myself need time to decipher everything, but with the rate at which they come in, I cannot always keep up with myself.