Feast 2005 12:38 AM

Now for my excuse for not posting so often...We had the Feast last week. I got to enjoy discussion with the adults, take care of kids, and thrash to revolutionary inspiration songs. Although I did acquire a rather square bottom from all the sitting in on meetings, I was a happy little boy, who shared such wise suggestions as "I think it'll be a good idea if we all take our pee-pee break now." I also found that I can be rather irritable when having to wake up at 8 on a Saturday morning, but I was good and kept myself in control. Oh, and if members of my home tell you that I spent the day snarling and flashing my fangs, don't listen to them, they have a tendency to exaggerate.

My ? 12:26 AM

This post made me think. Self induced questions. About blogging. About my blog. And then suddenly I felt bad for the people who read this. They waste time. I waste my time (time is VALUABLE, why else do you think we say "spend" time, "take" time, "give" time, "use" time,...Uh? Oh yeah, you got the point.). I was thinking about bringing this blog to an end. I'll probably be moving to a place where internet isn't readily available. But then again...I like blogging. Even if I quit blogging, I think I'll still leave this blog here, for memories sake, and to take up webspace (so I'll have a reason to dislike myself). All good things must come to an end. Let us extend that time between the beginning and the end.

But..But... 9:52 PM

Yeah, so just when I found her blog, Liz decides to bring it to an abrupt end. So I madly compiled her pix and postings, just in case it POOF! disapears. I must also say goodbye to Nanye, who "ruined" her blog. It will now POOF! disappear from my link list. Saying goodbye hurts...

Shock! 6:58 PM

Yes, shock. The kind of shock that you get when you climb into the shower, turn on the water, and get a load of freezing water down your back. Why couldn't the last person who took a shower just lower the blasted switch? Anyway, I have reasons to be shocked. Why? Because today, many different things happened. First of all, I woke up at seven on a Saturday. SEVEN! Abnormal, it is. Because...my two youngest sisters were attending their last day of gymnastic classes. After I crawled out of bed, and went along sleepily munching my breakfast, my dad calls us all to see some photos of Mama and Peter. This was the first time I ever saw how they look like. Later, we all pile into the van and find ourselves at our destination...Some big gym building for students. The girls have their classes while I sit around half-asleep with three kids who "Want to climb wall!" (a big rock climbing facility in the gym. I would have liked to climbed it at well...). So I gave in to their wishes, helping them swing around merrily. I then attempted to do the same, and thought of making it to the top of the wall, but if I fell, I didn't want to die at the same time my sisters gymnastic classes where in full swing. ("UGH!! The end is near..." "Who thought of climbing that wall without full gear anyway!?") But I did manage to imitate Tarzan and Spiderman, except I added a personal touch and kicked myself in the face, and slammed into the wall a few times. People kept on entering the gym place until I felt claustrophobic. Classes and a mini-show done (interspersed with the kids' snickering comments to me, such as "Our gymnastics teachers is cute, no? *nudge*), we went out to eat breakfast at a restaurant. It was then I realized I was out for a longer period than usual (I prefer to hide in my house, so this was another first in a long time). At the restaurant I created my Smile Teddy characters, although someone ripped up my drawings (Hey, come on, the teddy with fangs was CUTE!). Marianne and her family left our house shortly after, I'm gonna miss those guys. We went to Parc Jacques Cartier, and I stood in the place that once graced a band of loony children and loudly singing adults, one who kept breaking his G string (guitar chord, you perv!). K.O.T. That camp was fun while it lasted. Coming home, another shock greets me (I'll keep THAT to myself). So...blah blah blah, a few hours pass, my cousin Pat arrives with his girlfriend (my cousin Betrand had arrived earlier), and then we call it a (strange) day. I find myself hugging teddy in the bunkbed of my former room, a perfect ending for a perfectly weird day.

Glasses! 11:18 PM

Clap for me! On second thought, don't...But I have managed to finally decide on what glasses I wanted (because I was pressured to, and the store was closing, and...). They are...strange. I look weird. But that's a good thing...I guess. I'll PROBABLY put a pic up later... (Just so that YOU may continue to visit this site, in hopes of catching a photo of my new glasses.) I am becoming more and more unpopular. Soon I'll know the joy of bloging to myself. Unlike ZERO. His site (is pink! Lovely color) and is linked to by almost every blog I have visited so far. Swell. Maybe I dislike popularity. And try to scare everyone away. Please fall for my pathetic excuses, dear reader. You'd make me so happy.

Today, I Cannot Think of What To Say 2:10 PM

But I shall try:



I recently broke my glasses (recently, meaning a few weeks ago). I've been having a very hard time trying to make up my mind on what type of frame I want. I think I don't like eyechecks anymore. Because they stick you in dark rooms. And shove bright lights into your eyes. It's creepy.



March 5th marks the day I set a record for myself and stayed in pjs all day.



ZERO's production called "A Boy Named Edward" has been released.

Flo has begun to blog again, after a (in my opinion, way to long) period of silence. NiCe to have you back Flo.



In other news today: Bri is the prettiest girl in the world.

Linking to The Global Z 10:38 PM

Zeke has kindly asked me to link to his blog. I was flattered and added his blog to my link list for you all to check out.

Cheers.

the capital C 5:53 PM

For once, the title is all written out for me.

It's time to talk about this site.

Intro: I started this site, because...I wanted my own site. I wanted to have a voice on the Web. I love writing. And many other reasons. And I love swell dialogue, which unfortunately does not exist on this site *sniff* (I have a cold). Maybe one day I will be pro. Like many other bloggers I see all around me. Someone should write up a link list of the most pro Family bloggers. I would like to be listed there, but I cannot and will not compromise my style just to be on a pro blogger's link list.

*defiant gaze*

I blog what I feel like blogging.

"HERE I STAND! I can do no other!" -Martin Luther

URLs: This blog's URL started as: http://twocenthots.blogspot.com and was changed to http://capitalc.blogspot.com. It is now located at http://www.thecapitalc.tk

Stats:
Since 1/21/2005, this site has had 300 visits.

The greater part of the visitors were from Canada and U.S.A.
Other visits came from: Switzerland, Japan, Chile, Brazil, Turkey, Spain, Syria, Romania, Mexico, Dominican Republic, and Spain.

Blogs of interest (from my link list):
.::Alien Zone Zero One::.: For being ruined and beautiful beyond all reason.

The Hollow Blah: Because of swell dialogue and addicting flash fun.

Plan of Attack: For being revolutionary and concise.

Other blogs I plan to read through:
Hobbyns.net

Faire un Nom

Philly Dee

Here's a personal fav:

:: the capital C ::

Click the link. It's a vicious cycle.

(Just in: Some freak is using the http://capitalc.blogspot.com URL I previously had.)

Fahrenheit 9/11 6:59 PM

I recently saw the documentary/movie Fahrenheit 9/11. It's quite the expose on U.S.A's government. Not excatly everything that Michael Moore says is completely right on, but he has some good points. The tragedy of 9/11 made many people rethink their life, and try to figure out where they're going after they die. Thousands died that day. About the Iraqi War, it's horrible what most American troops are doing there. One particular scene shows how the music they listen to gets them into a killing mood. Imagine them hearing things like, "We don't need no water, let the mother****ers burn, burn mother****ers!!" while slaughtering innocent women and children. It's makes me angry at a warmongering, decadent system that sends it's troops out and psychologically brainwashes them for the kill. I hope the soldiers are going to wake up soon to the reality of what's going on there. Too few of them are doing anything to expose the horror of the Iraqi War. It's all about greed. A verse from the Bible which explains that; "The love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows." (1 Timothy 6:10) My one comfort is that soon one day all this will come to an end. Love, peace, and true justice will reign supreme. There IS a way out of this mess. It's Jesus. And not some stuffy, way-above-in-heaven-far-away, boring, and dead Jesus like the churches portray Him. I'm talking about a real, alive, and loving Jesus. He was a rebel against the church of His day. He told the truth. And He's the answer. Take Him while you can.

Killings and Korn 10:55 PM

As I watched the news today I saw a report that four RCMP's were shot by a man who was growing marijuana at a farm in Alberta. The man, whose name was Jim Roszko, then turned the gun on himself. It's been the first time since 1884 that more than four RCMP's were shot at the same time. The man who shot the four RCMP's had a Christian upbringing. It seems he rebelled against his parents faith. Look where it brought him. Read the full article. Korn's guitarist, Brian "Head" Welch, decides to quit the band to embrace the Christian faith.

Nothing Is Impossible 10:48 PM

Today my two younger brothers showed of their inherent genius by dressing up as clowns and performing a small show for our home. It started off with a few magic tricks and then some dancing. In one of the "magic tricks", they would attempt to put an egg into a 1.18L Labatt Blue Dry bottle. Angelique started off with a little story, "This egg here is named Timothy. One day Timothy was running away from Anti-Christ soldiers. He rounded a corner and found no way of escape, save a tiny hole that led to the sewer (all the while unsuccessful attempts are being made to get a piece of burning newspaper into the bottle)". Then finally when the paper is successfully inserted, "Timothy" is placed on top of the bottle. He begans to shake, and within moments a "Pop!" is heard and half of him enters the bottle, while his other half litters the table and floor around. I sure hope that won't happen in the Endtime if I ever try to squeeze into a tiny hole to evade soldiers. The "c" in this keyboard isn't functioning well...

Hail, people of the Sun!

And if you're a moon child,

it isn't my fault that you were born a lunatic.