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An Idea

I’ve been toying with an idea to start a new story based on a re-occurring dream I’ve been having. I want to do it, but would anyone even be interested in reading it? I wouldn’t use the people from my dream. All names would be changed and possibly appearances too. The last time I tried this though, my dream stopped, and I was never able to finish it. I do want to finish it someday, if I can remember what happened in it. Worst comes to worse I’ll make the rest of it up. I’ll post the last one here, you can read and decide if you’d like to hear more about my next one. Then you can decide if you’d want me to do it.

Keep in mind, I wrote this like 3 years ago, and haven’t really touched it since. I know there are grammatical errors and such. I’m just posting it how I last left it.

I stumbled to my feet, opening my eyes as I did. I couldn’t see a thing and in turn this led me to believe I was blind. My heart started to race as I panicked. I remember being able to see before the fall. Had the impact caused something in my brain to lose connection with my eyes? But that surely couldn’t be the case. I don’t even believe that is possible but even so I don’t remember the impact at all. I don’t even know how hard I hit on impact. All I remember is falling through pitch black for what felt like hours; then awakening.

I began to walk slowly in the dark. Not being able to see with my eyes I decided to stick my hands out in front of me to be able to feel for whatever was going to end up in front of me.

I eventually felt what seemed like a solid brick wall. It felt gross as I touched it. It was all sticky and gooey, like it was covered in a century’s worth of grime and muck. Though, it had a distinct odor to it, and I couldn’t quite place it.

Not wanting to stay wherever I was for very long I began to walk slowly along the wall, both hands racing against it in search of something; perhaps a crack in the wall or even a door itself.

After several minutes of searching I came to what appeared to be a corner of a room. Two walls converging at a point. I continued the search, but it only lasted a couple of seconds as I had now bumped into something. I turned and touched the object, and I jerked my hand back ever so slightly, and touched it again. It felt cool to the touch, like it was sitting in a meat freezer, only it wasn’t cold wherever I was. I knocked on the item and it sounded as if I was knocking on metal. I began to inspect the cold, metal item with my hands, feeling all over the place.

I realized it was a chair.

I felt down what seemed like an arm of the chair, and at the end of it was an elaborately carved lion statue. Extending from the tip of the lion head was a thick spike. As I made my way to the top of the spike, I could feel more sticky, gooey stuff. I bent over, using my hands as guides as to not impale my face on the spike and sniffed. It had almost the same distinct odor that the walls emitted and I knew what the smell was now; it was blood, and it was fairly recent too. I was most certain the walls were covered in blood too now. My hands continued to inspect the chair. The back of the chair and the seat of it felt like they had soft velvet on them, and from the feel of it, the chair seemed like it would be rather comfy, minus the whole spike issue and all. I crouched down to feel the base of the chair and followed what appeared to be a foot rest for the chair. I could feel the same lion like statues from the arms of the chair; they were resting at a slant however. The spikes naturally were covered in more sticky recent blood. I stood up and read for the back of the chair again, this time making my way up it, and eventually came upon helmet type thing up there, except underneath the helmet, was a bed of spikes.

My mind began to race as I started to think of what this chair could be used for. It was quite obvious right away but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it; yet subconsciously I knew; it was a chair used for killing, no, murdering people.

I stood there for a minute trying to figure out how exactly it would work. I figured they’d start by shoving your feet through the spikes on the foot rest. This would make it hard for you to walk, let alone run away. Next they’d shove your hands through the spikes on the armrests, making it hard for you to make a decent fist and fighting back. With the fact the chair was freezing cold, this would make your mobility almost non existence. You wouldn’t be able to move. From loss of blood and pain, you wouldn’t have the will to move. Then, either right away, or after a bit of torture from the pain, they’d release the helmet which would come shooting down impaling you through the skull thus finishing you off.

I didn’t want to be its next victim so I hastily began to move along the wall again, desperately in search of a way out.

Thank God, Allah, Buddha or whomever you want to thank for my slight bit of luck. I didn’t run into any more types of machines like the chair. I did however feel something that felt smooth and metallic finally. The handle was in the shape of a lion I noticed as I grasped it and turned it. I had no hope of it being unlocked, but my luck was still running with me it seems because the door was in fact unlocked.

As soon as I flung the door opened I winced. A gush of light poured into my dilated pupils and stung my eyes causing my eyes to tear up. The first bit of light I had seen since what felt like hours. I was relieved though as I was not blind like I had thought.

I turned behind me to inspect the room I would be leaving but it was useless. As I turned around the room was still pitch black. It was like there was a filter in the doorframe that stopped the light rays from entering the room. I sighed and walked out.

The hallway I entered wasn’t as bright as I had initially thought. In fact, it was rather dim. Some of the lights were flickering or were out altogether making black spots in the hallway. The wallpaper was peeling in places that I could see and there was what appeared to be red graffiti on the walls in spots yet, I had the distinct feeling it was not red graffiti. I just kept looking back and forth, left to right at the hall way. It looked like to the left it ended in a couple feet; a dead end. I decided to go right. I turned, staring down the hall, a shiver ran through my body, and I started to walk.

That’s the end of Part 1. I did start Part 2. No one has ever seen it. And that’s because this is all I’ve ever written for Part 2 (again, I know there’s grammatical errors and some oddly worded things. Just posting how I last left it):

I followed the hall, eyes moving frantically back and forth from side to side. It was a bit unnerving and my heart began to race. Thud thud thud against my chest went my heart. So fast and hard was it I thought it may burst from my chest and jolt right out of wherever I was. From what had I had a seen and felt so far I began to think anything was possible.

All across the walls written in what I had hoped was graffiti (though I knew better), were horrible, terrible phrases. I noticed some rooms up a head and I debated on whether I should check them out or not. My mind was curious while my body didn’t want to walk into them. As I got closer to them I noticed weird symbols on the doors and they had windows. I peered into one of the windows. I couldn’t see anything but darkness. It was like the first room I had been in myself, somehow light could not penetrate the room. I knew the other room was going to be the same way but I looked anyways.

Slightly disappointed I continued on down the hall staying as close to the middle of the hallway as possible. The hall floor was starting to become cluttered with items. Racks were knocked over and stretchers were overturned and looked like they had been thrown about in a fit of rage. I climbed over the necessary items in my way, all the while my mind racing as to think of what could have done this.

Making it further and further down the hall the already dim light was becoming even more dim; up a head it looked as if no lights existed.

So that’s that. Thoughts, comments, ideas? Share them below.
Until next time.


December 28, 2010 Posted by | Random | , , , | Leave a comment


So this is just going to be a brief blog. I recently finished the game Metroid: Other M for the Nintendo Wii. Developed by Nintendo and Team Ninja (guys behind Dead or Alive series. Yes, the one with the boobs that have their own physics engine basically). Anyways, I posted a topic here about something and a huge discussion broke out. I also posted in another topic about how the dialogue of the game wasn’t as bad as people make it out to be, which is true.

Long story short, people seem to be complaining that the dialogue in Metroid: Other M is not “realistic”. Meaning, no one, if put in the same situation, would talk like that. Now granted, this is probably right but let’s take a step back. Just one tiny step back.

Since the beginning of the Metroid universe/series, Samus Aran, a Space Bounty Hunter, has been able to obtain the ability to morph into a ball, lay bombs as a ball and be hit with them with no damage, shoot plasma and missiles out of her arm cannon (which is completely unrealistic in the first place, where does she store all of them?), and take down aliens 3x or more her size.

But now they’re complaining that a little bit of dialogue is unrealistic? Are you *censored* kidding me? They can accept all the other stuff but a little bit of unrealistic dialogue and the whole game is garbage? Gamers are never satisfied. It’s absolutely ridiculous.

October 10, 2010 Posted by | Games, Random | , , , | 2 Comments

Bones and Zombies

I bet you’re wondering how Bones and Zombies go together, and I shall tell you.

This Thursday Bones Season 6 starts! That’s right, it feels like it’s been yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeears since the last season of Bones and we’re finally getting season six. Watch it. Or I’ll have to find you. (note:Bones is on Fox at 8pm)

Next up, next Tuesday Dead Rising 2 will come out for the 360 and PS3. I have already preordered the Zombrex Edition and I can’t wait for the game. The first games controls were a game breaker for me. They were plain awful. As was the save system. Having played Dead Rising 2: Case Zero, the Prologue to Dead Rising 2, I think the controls and save system have been greatly improved upon. I’ll have my thoughts on the game next week or so and possibly pictures of the Zombrex Edition items. It’s $80 so it better be worth it.

That’s all, this post isn’t very good or well organized. Just decided to start writing something.

September 20, 2010 Posted by | Games, Random | , , , , | 1 Comment

Why Must Kids Be So Mean?

Well, why?!

Okay, with the title being what it is, I should probably make one thing clear. I will not be talking about real kids. I don’t feel like getting into that psychological talk. I will instead be discussing why cereal commercials always have jerk kids on them. You weren’t expecting that one were you?

I was sitting around playing Final Fantasy IX on my PSP the other night while my sister watched iCarly. I was kinda paying attention but I had already seen the episode so it didn’t bother me to not be completely focused. Anyways, a commercial came on for the cereal Cookie Crisp. I was watching it and then I was like, “Wtf, why are these kids such jerks?” and then I started thinking. There’s quite a few cereals where the kids are a bunch of jerks. Cookie Crisp, Trix, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch just to name a few.

Cookie Crisp wasn’t so bad back in the day, but there’s some going around now where the kids just aren’t cool, man. I’ll describe. A wolf brings a giant wooden cookie to the kids door. You might be going, “That’s creepy,” but you’re wrong!! See he doesn’t wanna eat the kids, he just wants their cookie crisp! He hides in the cookie and they use sarcasm throughout the rest of the commercial. Then they roll him down some hills and into a tree!! Why oh why couldn’t they just go, “Hey mr. wolf. Would you like some cookie crisp?” NO! They had to be big ol’ jerks about it and now he probably has to go to the hospital because I doubt that cookie had airbags.

Trix is the biggest offender of em all! They even have more than cereal. They have yogurt too! And in each one of the commercials they don’t let that bunny rabbit have any? Why?! Stupid motto, “Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!” SAYS WHO?! What cereal God made this so? And even if it is made for kids, why couldn’t they be nice and just let him have some? What’s going to happen if he has some? Will the earth explode? Will it cause a rip in the universe throwing space and time as we know it out of whack? What could be so bad about a bunny rabbit eatin’ some Trix?

Cinnamon Toast Crunch… yummy cereal. Still jerk kids in the commercials. They’re all actin’ like they’re cool. “Oh hey, see this guy, he can solve the hardest crimes ever, but can he see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch?” and the guys all, “Uhh… cause it’s yummy?” and they’re all, “LOL OH YOU NUB! It’s cause it’s got cinnamon sugar swirls on every bite!!” He should be all, “Go brush your teeth before they rot. GET OUTTA MY CRIME SCENE!!”. Ugh, such stuck up punk lil kids. If I was that detective and I was that good at SOLVING crimes, I’d make a crime out of those kids, but no one would be able to solve it. Then I’d go, “Can you see why you’re DEAD?! It’s cause you’re a punk! Ya jerk!”

Those aren’t the only cereals either. They’re just the ones that come to mind first. Watch some cereal commercials.

June 20, 2010 Posted by | Random | , , , | 3 Comments

Latest Bones News

Arrrgh, just die already you stupid assassin whores!!
Huh, what? Oh!
*Pauses PSP*

Sorry bout that, these girls on this game think they can just ambush me 3 on 1. Like that’s fair, not very assassin like at all. I wonder what assassin school these broads went to.

Anyways onto more important news! E! Online recently talked to Emily Deschanel and asked her some questions regarding Booth and Brennan getting together next season. Emily had this to say, “In the 100th Episode we came very close and ya know, I think we keep moving forward. I was just talking to Hart Hanson the creator of our show about like, do Booth and Brennan get together in the next season and… I can’t tell you what we decided.”

Bah, still making us wait. Though, I’m kinda glad she can’t tell us, more of a surprise when it finally happens. And it will happen, mark my words.

A bit further in the interview they talk about Zooey Deschanel possibly making an appearance on the show again which would be pretty cool. They also make mention that fans at Comic-Con last year showed support for Booth and Brennan NOT to get together. For those Comic-Con fans who voted that way… Screw you. Go dress up as your favorite dwarf some more and stay away from Bones.

I must comment on this though as I was reading some of the comments on the news article for the interview (Found here) and some of them say they don’t want Booth and Brennan to get together now because of how David admitted to to cheating on his wife. That’s absolutely absurd! Yeah, cheating is wrong, but David maned up to it. Besides, what David does with his life does not affect who he plays as Booth. Booth and David ARE NOT THE SAME FLIPPIN PERSON! So to those of you who say you can’t distinguish Booth and David apart…. Screw you, too. Go back to daytime soaps.

Man I spent a lot of time on Bones… I meant to talk about E3 and The Speed Gamers Mario Marathon (Both starting next week), but I’ll do that Sunday night. This blog is long enough as it is now. Til next time.

June 3, 2010 Posted by | Games, Random | , , , | 2 Comments

It’s late. New update.

December 1, 2009 was my last update. Jeez!! What have I been doing all this time?! Honestly, I don’t know. Moving on!

Current time: 4:50AM

Yeah, it’s late, or early. Whichever you prefer.

I don’t really have much to say now, I just wanna make an update. I’ll have to make a newer update, one with substance, like that one about the dream, sometime soon. Which if you haven’t read it you should. Go now. Actually, here’s the link. You really have no excuse not to go read it now.

So actually… I’ll just leave it at that for now. Go read that post and then you can go about your day.

Oh and Season Finale of Bones tonight at 8 on Fox. Watch it. Even if you missed all of seasons 1-4 and the other 22 or so episodes of season 5. And if you have Netflix, you BEST go watch season 1-4 of Bones on it right nao. Go go go.

May 20, 2010 Posted by | Random | , , , , | 3 Comments

Favourite TV shows?

I’m sitting here a bit bored and I just finished watching two episodes of “The Sarah Jane Adventures” because The Doctor from Doctor Who was in them and now I’m kinda interested in the series haha. So, it got me thinking, what are some shows people like. Leave a comment or write on my Facebook wall (if you’re a friend).
I’ll list some:

Psych – Currently taking a break until January, the show is currently in it’s fourth season and still as funny as ever. It’s about the son of a retired cop who when younger developed his skills with his photographic memory (thanks to his dad making him). Grown up he passes as a “Psychic” and solves cases for the police department with his best mate, Gus. Airs Fridays on USA.

Entourage – The sixth season ended way back in August for this show with hopefully the seventh underway. Airing in the summertime on HBO on Sundays this show is about Queens born actor Vincent Chase (character name), his friends E (short for Eric) and Turtle (who’s real name is only said once from memory) and his brother Johnny (aka Johnny Drama or just Drama). Based around Hollywood drama that can happen when you’re living that kind of life it’s quite interesting and I love it.

Doctor Who – British show dating back to the 60’s. In 2005 it saw a revival and has been going strong ever since. Probably one of my favouritest shows ever, it’s about a Time Lord named “The Doctor”. The what? The Doctor? Doctor what? No, just The Doctor, and his spaceship The TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space) which took the shape of an old Police phone Box and has been stuck that way ever since. In 2006, just after 1 year of being back on, The actor who played The Doctor decided to leave and from 2006-2010 we’ve had David Tennant as The Doctor. Sadly, this is coming to an end and in 2010 we’ll be introduced to a new Doctor. The 11th Doctor to date. With three specials still coming up (that will end David Tennants run as The Doctor) if you haven’t seen this show yet catch one of those and see what the show is about. I find it hard to explain and think you should just watch it for yourself. I find the Doctor to be a great character and the way David Tennant portrays him is amazing. Hard to explain though, as I said.

Specials are as follows (On BBCAmerica):
December 19th – “The Waters of Mars”
December 26th – “The End of Time, Part One”
Sometime in 2010 – “The End of Time, Part Two”

That’s about all I’ll list right now. Other shows I do watch though are “Glee” on Fox and reruns of “Las Vegas” on TNT. “Cold Case”, “Without a Trace” and other such shows.

December 1, 2009 Posted by | Random | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Thanks For Your Time

I was browsing The Speed Gamers forums when I came across a topic with the story below in it. Posted by user: nmufred

I really liked it and so I want to share it now. Normally this is sent in an email to your friends:

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been S O long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time .

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’ Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside. “Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter.. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.

Inside he found these words engraved:

“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser..”

“The thing he valued most was….my time”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true..

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

5. You mean the world to someone.

6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

7. You are special and unique.

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

11. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you..

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy .

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Send this letter to all the people you care about; if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone’s day and might change their perspective on life…for the better.

To everyone I sent this to,
“Thanks for your time.”

November 8, 2009 Posted by | Random | , , , | Leave a comment


Last night I went to bed at 11:30. This is fairly early for me as usually I have a hard time sleeping and can’t sleep until 2 to 3am. I fell asleep to a Christmas movie. I forget the title, but it was like about Rudolph’s brother or something. I don’t know, but anyways, I’m sleeping and my dream is fine. Nice and normal. So, in the dream I’m heading home. I finally get to my house and I walk in. I grab my DS to continue my Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days game and watch some Psych.

Next thing I know I’m in some other house, and it’s dark. A friend is there, and two strangers. I search a couple rooms with my friend and we notice a room full of guns and ammunition. We’re like, “Uhh, what’s up with this?” We try the lights but they’re out and the only flashlights are attached to the weapons. We grab a bunch and bring them to the other two people. We’re all talking and wondering what’s going on, when I look out the partially boarded up window and notice something. I get closer to the window, heart racing. I get a better look and my eyes widen ( Like O_O ) and I yell, “SPITTER!” and jump to the side as an acid-y spit is shot through the window, burning through the boards like they were nothing.

We all pull up our guns but my friend fires the first two shots from her auto-shotgun and blows the Spitters head off. We have no idea what’s going on but we all decide it’s best to keep prepared. We split up into teams of two, my friend and I and the two strangers. We’d report back to the room we arrived in for a meeting in 30 minutes.

As we go off, we decide to check upstairs, her carrying her auto-shotgun and I carrying my assault rifle. We’re discussing what could be going on and we both think we’re somehow dreaming. Spitters aren’t real, they’re going to be a new enemy type in the game Left 4 Dead 2. But we both couldn’t be having the same dream, and what about the other two. Both being Left 4 Dead players we know we have to survive, no matter whats going on, how we got there or anything. Just survive.

We check a couple rooms upstairs and nothing is out of the ordinary though it’s a pretty run down building. Someone must have tried to stay alive in there at some point, that would be reason for boarded up windows and the plethora of weapons.

We enter a big room, bigger than any we’ve seen yet. It’s full of books and maps and big fancy furniture. Then we hear a gurgling noise, one that sounds oh so familiar and we both immediately recognize it as a Boomer gurgle. We pan the area and don’t see anything. We take a couple steps back. My friend crouches down and looks through the keyhole of the room we’re in and sees the not-so-lovely Boomer on the other side waddling down the hallway. She flings open the door, blasts the boomer, and quickly closes the door again.

More searching of the room, being as quiet as possible but after a short time we start to hear scratching all around us. Scratching at the door and at the windows. We know what’s a coming: a horde.

We block the door with furniture and start to block some windows with whats remaining. It won’t stop them, but it’ll slow them down enough. The horde begins to break some of the boards on the walls and begin flooding into the room and we open fire on them taking them down in a relatively easy manner.

At the same time we hear coughing and a loud a screech, a smoker and a hunter. I notice the smoker just outside one of the windows, in another building, I crouch down and fire a burst of shots as it fires its slimy tongue and it explodes. I look over and see the hunter about to pounce on my friend but more infected are coming, so I yell to her and just as he pounces she head-shots him (if this were in game she’d get an achievement for it).

We’re now being overwhelmed by the horde, and another Smoker, Hunter and Boomer have arrived. We decide to use my friends favourite tactic… we hide in the closet. We’re just taking infected out one after another, more Special Infected show up and then it happens… we hear the roars of a Tank. We know this can’t be good, we’re just gonna have to hope we can take it down before it reaches the closet.

We see it approaching, it entered through a now open wall (thanks Tank, we were thinking of remodeling), and we’re pummeling it with bullets. It’s no good though, it makes its way over to the closet… we’re trying to kill it, even aiming for the head. It raises it’s big over-sized arms above it’s head, this it, we’re done for. We close our eyes still firing and on the Tanks downswing I wake up…

Now, I said I fell asleep around 11:30, so I look at the clock, thinking “oh, it’s probably morning.” Wrong, it’s only 2:30 in the morning. But guess who can’t fall back asleep because the dream, while it doesn’t seem scary in writing or when doing all this in the video game, scared the heck out of him?


October 12, 2009 Posted by | Random | Leave a comment

Miley Cyrus ‘Pole Dancing’

Sometime earlier in the week saw the broadcast of the 2009 Teen Choice Awards where such stars as Zac Efron, Robert Pattinson, and Megan Fox won awards that teens voted for. There were also a bunch of musical acts from such artists as The Black Eyed Peas and Sean Kingston. One such musical act though is sparking controversy and I’m here to inject my own opinion on it.

As the title should have spoiled already, I am talking about Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the U.S.A.” musical number. I did not see it on the television the night it aired, I did however see some video uploads and the same picture from it over and over again. It’s everywhere. I will describe what happens and why people are making such a fuss over it.

The song opens up to Miley coming out of a trailer, wearing some really short shorts. They just barely make it past her butt. She begins singing and dancing and in a short amount of time we see her walking stage right. A ice cream cart rolls out onto the stage and has a pole sticking out of it. Miley proceeds to step on top of the ice cream truck, grab the pole, and make one dipping motion on the pole, much like you might see a stripper do. Then she follows it up by holding onto the pole with her left hand, while singing out to the crowd. The ice cream cart moves stage left with Miley holding onto the pole the entire time and then Miley eventually gets off of the ice cream truck. The rest of the song doesn’t matter.

Now, I can understand the controversy. Little kids are watching the program BUT she only made one motion, and it was for a very brief amount of time. The rest of the time she was holding onto the pole. The pole is obviously there for her to hold onto as the cart moves stage left. If not for the pole being there she would have fallen off. And yes, I agree the shorts may have been a bit small for the Teen Choice Awards, but what people don’t realize is that there are tons of people monitoring the show. If the producer or whomever may have been in charge of stage acts thought it wasn’t appropriate I’m most positive they would have confronted her. Furthermore, we do not know if Miley picked out her own wardrobe or not. She may have had someone else put her outfit together.

The comments I see mostly all have something that reads “Miley is such a skank.” or “Miley is going to be the next Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan! She’s such a stupid whore! I hate Miley!” and many more comments. Though, those are severely edited versions. I think it’s unjust hatred. People seem to think the pole was only there for Miley to “whore” herself on, when in fact, anyone with half a brain can figure out it was there for support. It’s not like she was grinding up and down it the entire time she was on the cart.

I would like to link you to the video so you may see for yourself but I cannot find a decent video yet, so once I do, I’ll post it. For now, here’s the picture everyone is using to spin their lies about Miley’s performance.

Miley ‘Pole Dancing’ suc

August 14, 2009 Posted by | Random | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment