Have you ever had outstanding credit card bills? Or maybe, you just owe your friend a couple bucks for buying you dinner the other night? All you have to do is what this guy did. Send a picture of a spider you drew as payment for any outstanding debt. Problem solved.

Well, I woke up about a hour ago due to staying up to about 6AM. But for good cause! I’ve finally gotten around to beginning the tedious process of finishing the entirety of mfwilson.com. Its original goal was to be a portfolio site of all my past and current projects.

Due to distractions and an healthy dose of procrastination, it first became a writing journal for me, and then the blog that it obviously is now.

Still, there’s much to be done on the coding side of things, but overall the main design is practically complete. So for the near zero audience I have reading this, look forward to some new sections soon!

As I updated the gaming blog I write for, Cats of Thondor, I came across a link to the new official Prince of Persia website. I’ve been looking forward to this game for quite some time and the introductory trailer they have on their site all the more amps me for the game.

This trailer is simply beautiful. The game’s art direction is unbelievable, and likewise, the trailer’s use of the game’s art is unbelievable. Games like this are what keep me motivated and inspired to continue to playing video games. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I simply can’t wait to indulge into this piece of goodness.

This completely slipped my mind until earlier this evening. About a week ago I was sitting in my car at the gas station as I filled up. While I was refueling I noticed something peculiar out of the corner of my eye.

A man in a dark red pick-up truck was parked a couple pumps over from me. He had opened up the hood of his car and was browsing around like he was looking for a leak or something of the sort. Just then, his face became startled. He stuck his hand into some nook of his engine and pulled something out, a bag of sorts; I couldn’t make out any details. He looked around suspiciously for a minute. I momentarily glanced down at my steering wheel for I realized that I was obviously staring. Inconspicuously, he quickly made his way over to a garbage can to dispose of the bag.

Oh how I wanted to go over to that garbage can and rummage through it to discover what he was had thrown away, but alas, it was rush hour and the gas station was noticeably crowded. The gas pump clicked signifying that I was full.

What the hell could it have been? And why the hell was it under his hood in the first place?

Linkin Shark is the best band ever!

To show my dedication as one of their biggest fans, I created, from the heart, a Linkin Shark wallpaper! I hope they appreciate my work…

<3 u Linkin Shark!

Have you ever had that feeling of being trapped? So trapped that you’re about to give up all hope?

The other night I had a dream. In the dream I found myself trapped in a parking garage (how someone can be trapped in a parking garage is well beyond me). However, I wasn’t alone. There was someone else driving their car up and down the levels of the garage. I was fairly sure that they had noticed me for we had briefly made eye contact. I vaguely remember the face. Though I can’t match an exact name with the face, I remember it being someone from my high school graduating class of ‘04 of New Fairfield, CT. It was someone that I admired and respected.

So there I was, watching this guy or girl racing around the four story parking garage. There were no other cars around, just me, this crazy driver, a lot of open space, and for some reason, no viable way out. He or she stops their car approximately fifty feet away from me, facing me. They then turn the engine off.

Suddenly, I hear the person’s voice, but it’s coming from behind me. Instinctively I turn around to find that there isn’t anyone there. However, as I turn back around to face the car, I find that the vehicle is accelerating towards me. I have no time to react; it directly hits me. Yet as my body contorts, in the most awkward of ways, I can see that there is no one driving the car.

I find myself on the ground bleeding profusely.

As my body begins to shut down, I can see that person from high school standing where his or her car was originally turned off, staring at me.

I wake.

A short poem I’ve been meaning to write that pertains to reincarnation:

I leave this life now, for all my ambitions fulfilled,
Again I embark on the journey of metanoia,
Free of grief and of jealousy and of love and of hate,
To Summerland I will go to dance and to play.

I’ll return to my world so innocent and young,
To grow and achieve all that has to be done,
But after some time I’ll become withered and gray,
To Summerland I will go to dance and to play.

To live is a luxury, but to die is a gift,
To change your perspective, to be honestly missed,
Yet one constant remains in this eternity of ways,
To Summerland I will go to dance and to play.

After having a nice meal with my friends at a secluded Chinese restaurant near our office, I slowly trudge  into my house and then up the stairs. As I’m about to walk passed my younger brother, Trevor, without saying “hello” I discover that he really has nothing better to do with his time than to watch online videos all day on his computer (what a wet-dream of a life). Yet sometimes… the lack of productivity in his day is the peak of hilarity in mine.

I walk into my room and find myself humming Johann Pachelbel’s Canon Rock, since the Chinese restaurant seemed to have some version of the popular song on repeat the entire forty-five minutes we were eating. I grab my MacBook out of my backpack and then realize that I’ve left the laptop’s charger at work. Fricken heck… (Yes, I’m going to try hard to restrain myself from using too much profanity, knowing that someday my parents will probably read this blog. Needless to say, they’re not even going to happy that I just said “fricken” let alone that I have “crap” in the blog’s title.)

I quickly finish a writing assignment that’s due by 12AM tomorrow (two hours from when I got home), since I only have about 53% battery life left on my laptop. I suppose I could always do the assignment on my Mother’s computer. Oh wait, her computer is slower than Trevor flat ironing his hair in the morning. Scratch that idea.

Anyways, it’s quarter past two and I’ve just dipped under 25% battery life and the icon in the upper right portion of my screen has changed to the alarming red, which I hate seeing.

Time to give Mr. MacBook a rest.

And here I thought that I was going to be able to make a nice introductory post for the launch of my blog. However, that is hardly the case. It’s nearing 2AM and as I just convinced myself that I’d go to bed early (yeah, 2AM is early for me) I’ve just discovered that I have a research paper (though not incredibly long, a research paper nonetheless) due later this evening. Well damn…

Anyways, thanks to my friend Max for tweaking the blog to get it exactly how I wanted it. Thanks to my friend Amber for pressuring me to finally stop procrastinating and to get off my ass and actually design and develop the blog to completion. And thanks to my wonderful mother who recently made some of the best chili I’ve had in a long time. I love chili.

So here’s to the launch of Casual, Canny, Crap. A place for me to share all my casual, canny, crap… But alas, my procrastination stops here. Time to delve into research pertaining to multicultural literature.

Somebody shoot me.