Venom For Vipers; a taste of their own medicine.

Critics and cynics, you ne’er do wells,
Fear mongering fishmen all tolling the bell,
Those who are pleasant take calm at no haste,
Stormclouds of people are oxygen waste,
We do not need you, those ones who cry foul,
Because true life is lacking your self-righteous scowl.

The Frustration That Is Expression

I see words as the core of clear communication. It’s incredible how much can be achieved by just saying something; a new love, a new understanding, a new war. So, with all this new technology, why do I find it so hard to say some things? I don’t need a publisher to make a difference in the world. I don’t even need a computer. All I need is a few dollars and an hour at an internet cafe. It’s an amazing new world… or is it?

While the near effortless ability to reach people anywhere is an incredible achievement it’s also a problem. There is such an over-saturation of information that makes an inventor blue. I’m expressive, but I need to be in a new way; I’m a creator at heart. Is it possible to say something new with internet users in the hundreds of millions? That depends on your definition of new. In my mind I break things down to their simplest form. I believe that most things are less complicated than they may seem. So, I see the same things being said over and over in any literate forum. There is hope though.

Expression does not flourish in the simple message, but in relation. This has been growing in my mind for a long while, but I am finally certain. I know now that I don’t have to speak only to say something new, but to speak to those listening for that moment of comfort they feel in knowing they’re not the only one.

Luther’s Boots

I always become festive when the summer fades to brown and the temperature begins to decline.  The first great holiday is Halloween, but unlike a story, Halloween has no dénouement.  It climaxes on the 31st, leaving November in a rather unseasonal state.  To listen to Christmas music now would be too soon, I’d be sick of it by December 1st, and I don’t decorate much except for the tree.  It seems hopeless, but I think I found a fix: Country music.

There is something about the slow and warm country ballads that remind me of Christmas music.  Maybe it’s just in the sound of them.  Maybe it’s the lyrics, so passionate and clear.  Maybe it’s because of their narrative style or because I grew up with country and rock, but rock doesn’t seem to suit itself to Christmas like country does.  Whatever the reason is, I’m really enjoying it right now.

Christmas is a much more forgiving day.  The build-up to December 25th is so great, yet the days following are equally as good.  It’s quickly followed by boxing day, or boxing week as the stores are now calling it, and then by one of the most optimistic days of the year, New Years.  It’s even better for me as my birthday is only a few weeks later.  This is why Christmas is my favourite time of year.

Happy Birthday, Stephanie!

It was my sister’s 16th birthday today. When we used to go trick-or-treating she would always mention it and then end up with twice as much candy as me. Sneaky bugger, but I love her.

I went to a Halloween party at Jordan’s place tonight. It was quite fun and nice to see people that I haven’t seen in a long time. It turns out that I wasn’t the only person dressing up as French tonight, Jordan and this funny girl, Lauren, did as well.

Now we all move onto November, which I have always pictured as a grey month. Months have colours, you know! Like January is blue, February is pink, March is yellow, April is green, May is violet, June is red, July is orange, August is yellow, September is brown, October is orange, November is grey, and December is red. Past years can have colours too. Day’s seem too random to have colours, though I’m sure if I gave it much thought I could come up with a scheme. Anyone have ideas?

I am really looking forward to it snowing, but it usually never does until after Christmas.

This is yet another unfocused entry with mediocre grammar, but without these my blog would be too sterile. I sometimes feel like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. It’s quite fun, actually.