There’s a time for love and a time for hate.
There’s a time to rejoice and a time to mourn.
There’s a time for peace and a time for war.
There’s a time to live and a time to die.

But right now it’s time to eat.

- I’m running low on coffee.
- The spam folder of my Gmail is surprisingly low.
- I need to blow my nose.
- Google has changed their favicon.
- I need to post on Cats of Thondor soon.
- “Talk To The Hand” by Lynne Truss is quite a good read.
- “Observation” by Henry David Thoreau is a confusing read.
- Crazy pics on popurls.com.
- My laptop’s battery life is almost done for.
- WordPress wants me to update my admin area to version 2.7.
- Re-noticed that Sarah Brightman has a great voice.
- My Mac HD only has 5GB left of free space (need to backup soon).
- I should start doing next week’s homework assignments.
- I’m somewhat cold.

On Friday, some friends and I decided to meet up in New York City to see Erik Peterson from the band Mischief Brew. When we got to Brooklyn we had some difficulty finding the actual venue. However, soon we realized that it wasn’t a “venue” at all. It was more of a punk house; A very sketchy, sweaty, smoke-filled punk house. To give him credit, Erik Peterson was really good (though a bit hard to hear since he played acoustically over 40+ drunk young adults). Everyone there was totally drunk and/or high so there were a lot of amusing moments, most notably a kid picking up a sinfully dirty black bag off the ground and asking, ”

As we left the show we noted a shady guy leaning against a fence looking, well, shady. As we walked passed him he decided to jump up onto one of the nearby parallel parked cars on the side of the street. He then proceeded to smash in the windshield of that car with the heel of his foot for reasons unknown to us. There were a few others watching, just as much in awe as we were. Cheerfuly (and totally drunk) he then ran down the street, around the corner, and out of sight. Turns out, the car he vandalized was Erik Peterson’s… We’re still not completely sure why he did it, but it sure sucks for Erik and his wife, who had to travel all the way back to Philly. 

As we made our way back to Grand Central Terminal at 1AM, we were starving. Luckily a bakery was open, so we bought some goodies from there and then heading to the train. 

We managed to find seats near some of the most obnoxiously annoying people possible. There were four or five guys sitting two rows in front of us acting completely ridiculous. They were loud. They were rude. They were totally wasted. They were making fun of almost everyone who walked by them on the train. To the right of us were two young women. One of them seemed to be having a mid-life mental break-down because she was undecisive as to whether or not she loved some guy. She would start yelling at her friend, “Don’t you understand how I feel!?” She was also loud (she was probably also drunk). Needless to say, we moved. Though as we were getting up, we saw two other guys confront the group of loud men, asking, “Did you guys call me a homo when I walked by?” I lol’d inside, since I knew a fight was about to ensue. Unfortunately (fortunately), we changed cars before anything went down.

Other than that, the train ride back to Brewster was relaxing. Most of us fell asleep for most of the trip only to get a rude awakening from the sixteen degree weather waiting for us outside the train. However, overall it was a fun and eventful night!

Recently I’ve been listening to a band called Seabird. They’re an alternative rock band that has some really catchy tunes. “Maggie Mahoney” is one of their more upbeat songs as well as being my favorite song off of their ‘Til We See The Shore album. Hope you like!

I reviewed a flash gamining community site, Kongregate years ago on Solution Watch. Since then they’ve grown to become one of the larger flash gaming sites on the internet. What’s even better is that I was selected to be a moderator on their site. What’s even better than that is that for the holiday season they decided to give all their moderators a present, the game World of Goo.

I’ve been interested in this physics based puzzle game for awhile, but have been too cheap to shell out the few bucks for it on Steam. Now I don’t have to. Thanks Kongregate!

Before the holiday break I completed a short story for school, titled Smiles of Hope. I think it came out nicely, however, I’m sure I’ll be changing things in the future.

Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he knew that he had been grown from birth simply to be killed and shipped to grocery stores around the country for us to purchase and enjoy.

I get a lot of heat from two family members of mine; I won’t mention names (Trevor Wilson, Sandra Wilson). They’re both vegetarians. Although, Trevor takes it much more seriously than my mother. He is border-line vegan. It agitates me that something as natural as eating has become a challenge. I’m not solely blaming them. I’m rather picky on the dairy products I consume, not because I disagree with how they’re grown/produced, but simply because I think certain dairy products taste bad. On the other hand, take Trevor for an example. He loves salmon, but he won’t eat it. He just won’t. He might say that it’s because of how they are treated and killed, but his reasoning is vague at best.

Ultimately, we are at the top of the food chain. Yes, us, humans. We’re there because we’ve shown our dominance to the other species on this earth. To be honest I think we’re just too damn spoiled in America. I was watching a comedian recently and he commented on the luxury and abundance of food in America. “We’re one of a few countries that goes hunting on a full stomach.” It’s all too true.

You can eat healthy and still eat what you think tastes good. However don’t discriminate on food simply because it’s part of an ongoing (somewhat cruel) cycle that keeps this obese country of America abundantly supplied with protein.

/carnivore off