There are No Rules Behind Enemy Lines

Although we think of enemy lines as combat, RPG, military warfare; have we ever taken time to slip behind the enemy lines and reflect back from the watch tower? Pshh watch tower? Is he referencing the new and improved play gym at the newest addition to the vast McDonalds food chain? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMUwrTJchm0&feature=relatedWait for it.... yup he's lost in the complexity of the the plastic and ropes. Towers, towers aha! I'm pretty sure he's talking about the cell phone towers that are always in vision. Duh its the network, or so verizon wants to make us think. Or maybe its that new multi-billion casino? What do you say skipper, 3:1 this boat is sailing in the right direction? Whatever the tower may be, we need to realize that the so called enemy lines are actually right here in our everyday lives. Technology, laziness, gambling, poverty, drugs. Whatever the lines are, we've grown so accustomed to having them in our presence that they almost begin to surround us, like an ivy overtakes an abandoned house. Not the Ivy League, Gary Spivey, or poison ivy, just a quiet, slow ivy. The green is symbolism for plant life for those of less fortunate intelligence *cough roadside worker cough*. Ahh well seeing that this is beginning to drag on for the viewers that actually have to accomplish something in their lives, to you I say auf wiedersehen and I'll leave with one last final thought. Well really two: like birds on a telephone wire, we all need a way to trick the system, just be careful, its a long way down.


Like Kevin Garnett, Anything is Possible!

Ode to the Nodes of Ranvier

I arrived home tonight tired, with an amount of homework never before seen to mankind, and my fantasy sports team currently on an 8-game losing streak. I knew I shouldn't have picked Nova Scotia in the curling championship. One would have thought Lemony Snicket would already have published another book in his Series of Unfortunate Events. My phone was dying per usual and my I felt as if I had just walked through the Gobi Desert. I had my youth group tonight, every wednesday 7 to 9. As I was sitting through the sermon/lecture over my "love story" my mind couldn't help but wander to the relationship rap by Will Smith http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FE8usUf5IWw. On my way home, I had to sit through road construction and my patience was tested thin as a man holding a red cardboard stop sign and an airport runway glowstick had me on lockdown. He made sure to let me know I was not going to get past him. When I arrived home, my mind was sent for a spin on the convential merry-go-round as I tried to differientiate between electronegativety and the focal points. Its a joy. I thought to put Einstein's Theory of relativity into effect however E= mc2 didn't seem relavent. Saying this, I did find a special use for one of Einsteins less known theories: 2S= 2F. Double the science classes = double the fun. Proven by many scientists worldwide, this formula certainly held true tonight. Looking, back on the night, it couldn't have gone better. In the end, we all have our ups and downs, but if you look at it just right, combined they should all lead to a straight line gradually increasing. Thanks Coach Beezy for the graphing lesson, I could have never plotted our success without you.
To wrap things up, an ode to the Nodes of Ranvier.

Seperating mylen sheaths are far too little of a job
these littles nodes can take alot, the oldest one informs the mob.
If its time you want, you shall not pass,
screamed the security guard huddled on the grass.
If its blood you want, I have in mass,
Learning this from his only highschool class.
Depressed, the anode had electrons to give
While the cathode felt great being positive.
The hidden joy signed by cosx,
determing the focal point of my concave specs.
Back to the mob, that attempted to rob
a famous cob from the pigpenned slob.
Please wipe your feet of on the mat,
be a gentleman and remove your hat,
if your a lady, a fine kiss will do,
but I'm not sure I want to marry you.
Better hold off on that one.

The art of Text Messaging

I can't remember the last time I've sent an email. Acutally, take that back, I turned in an assignment for an English class via email recently. And the only reason I did this was that it was the only way to attach my document (or the only way I know of). Well, I guess I could have faxed it... but seriously? Faxing? Sending a fax is almost comparable to recieving a telephone call through one of those bell shaped cups with the string on the end. Hmm, what about the pager. Once known as commincator for the business class, we thought we would never see the end of the infamous movie scene where the busy husband gets called away from his love via pager. Ahh those were the days! Going back to bell shaped cups, what about the telephone? The telephone sits atop the communication world as the King over a dying city. Still powerful but at the same time, losing control of the loyal subjects. Whats this? They are all moving from the city on the hill to a new city thats sweeping a nation. The first commercial text message was sent in 1992. It read, "Merry Christmas." How fitting. Can you imagine the look on an eight-year-old's face when he unwraps his christmas gift only to find a cell phone staring back at him. But wait, this isn't just any cell phone, it comes with unlimited texting! Yay him! He rips it open and frantically begins loling and jking all his friends. In 2000, only 17 billion commercial text mesages were sent. We shrug and scoff; what only 17 million? By 2001, it was up to 250 billion and by 2004, over 500 billion. Did he just say 500 billion? OMG thts alt of txt messages Jill (she's my bff). Dont worry, theres only 6 billion people in the world. Pshh thats not that many text messages.

Text messaging or txting for short has taken over our lifes. It is the most widely used mobile data service in the world and it looks as if it is only going to be getting bigger. Idk abt u Jill but id say we're n for some intrstng times ahead.