Bits of Insanity
Where no moron has gone before
Meanwhile back on Earth,
Videotapes left by 39 who died described cult's suicide
Just Gate it!
Heavens done
Curb your alert
Pop different
Think culture
Apple cigarettes
Marlboro computers
70's burst onto the stage
Reno does Waco
Over the Golden Gate
Girls with girls take public transport
Guys with guys on motorcycle rides
Disconnected elements
Christianity
Comets breed fear and
Bits of Insanity
Roswell up for sale
Welcome to Century 21
Go to Jail!
Little blobs of green
Stuck in a scene
Drug addiction
Colors sicken
Stuck in time
For all minds.
Monday, December 1, 2008
WA 3 draft 1
Bits of Insanity
Where no moron has gone before,
Meanwhile back on Earth
Videotapes left by 39 who died described cult's suicide
Just do it!
Heavens done
Curb your cult
Red Alert!
Pop culture
Think different
Apple computers
Marlboro cigarettes
70's burst onto the stage
Reno does Waco
Over the Golden Gate
Girls with girls take public transport
Guys with guys on motorcycle rides
Disconnected elements of Christianity
Comets breed fear and
Bits of Insanity
Roswell up for sale
Welcome to Century 21
Go to Jail.
Little blobs of green
Stuck in a scene
Drug addiction
Colors sicken
Stuck in a mind
For all time
Where no moron has gone before,
Meanwhile back on Earth
Videotapes left by 39 who died described cult's suicide
Just do it!
Heavens done
Curb your cult
Red Alert!
Pop culture
Think different
Apple computers
Marlboro cigarettes
70's burst onto the stage
Reno does Waco
Over the Golden Gate
Girls with girls take public transport
Guys with guys on motorcycle rides
Disconnected elements of Christianity
Comets breed fear and
Bits of Insanity
Roswell up for sale
Welcome to Century 21
Go to Jail.
Little blobs of green
Stuck in a scene
Drug addiction
Colors sicken
Stuck in a mind
For all time
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
WA 2 post 2
Mr. Grisby was a tall, fragile, skinny old man who was about to turn 83. Normally a person doesn’t mind turning 83, but Mr. Grisby was not a normal person.
It was 70 years ago to the day when Gary Grisby first found out that everything is not always what it seems. He was walking along a path in the woods staring at the ground. He noted to himself how fall had clearly come even in these rotting old woods, the crisp brown leaves that littered the floor and made a soft crunching noise when you stepped on them. Suddenly Gary saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a simple glint of light off of a shiny object, but it intrigued Gary, so he followed it. He was never afraid of what could happen to you if you were walking alone in the woods at night, Gary followed the path about a half a mile, not caring that he had already gone way past the shiny object that the light had reflected off of. There, not ten yards in front of him was the most colorful creature he had ever seen in his life. Gary had never been one of those people who believed in fairy tales, but there in front of his was a pixie. At first Gary was mesmerized by its colorful wings and how whatever light there was always seemed to follow it, but what surprised him the most was that it was the only one there. Then in what had to have been less than a second, it saw him and started to fly away.Gary ran as fast as his legs would carry him trying to get to the pixie, but Gary was at a disadvantage. The pixie had wings which could move faster than a hummingbirds, and sounded like someone was singing a song in a whisper that could put you to sleep. Gary however was not fazed, he intended to catch the pixie or at least find out where it lived so he could come back. Gary was running as fast as his legs would carry him when he tripped and ran into a tree he looked up just in time to see the pixie turn a corner, and disappear. Gary searched all the trees and the area where the pixie was, just moments before, but it had vanished without a trace.
The next day was a horrible and rainy day. When he woke up he went downstairs, said “Hi.” To the cat that simply meowed back and then he went into the kitchen to talk to his mother. His mom was waiting at the kitchen table, her hand drumming to show Gary her disapproval. She waved at him to sit down next to her and the interrogation began.“Where were you last night? You weren’t here when I got home from the shops!” His mother yelled.“
Oh erm, I was out in the woods.” Gary said trying to sound convincing.
“Well then I suppose it was all okay, seeing as how you idiotically went into the forest to frolic with the wolves.”
“Yeah, well uh the bus is here. Bye!” As soon as he got out of the house Gary went back to the woods.
Monday, October 13, 2008
WA 2 draft 1
Mr. Grisby was a tall, fragile, skinny old man who was about to turn 83. Normally a person doesn’t mind turning 83, but Mr. Grisby was not a normal person.
It was 70 years ago to the day when Gary Grisby first found out that everything is not always what it seems. He was walking along a path in the woods staring at the ground. He noted to himself how fall had clearly come even in these rotting old woods, the crisp brown leaves that littered the floor and made a soft crunching noise when you stepped on them. Suddenly Gary saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a simple glint of light off of a shiny object, but it intrigued Gary, so he followed it. He was never afraid of what could happen to you if you were walking alone in the woods at night, Gary followed the path about a half a mile, not caring that he had already gone way past the shiny object that the light had reflected off of. There, not ten yards in front of him was the most colorful creature he had ever seen in his life. Gary had never been one of those people who believed in fairy tales, but there in front of his was a pixie. At first Gary was mesmerized by its colorful wings and how whatever light there was always seemed to follow it, but what surprised him the most was that it was the only one there. Then in what had to have been less than a second, it saw him and started to fly away.
Gary ran as fast as his legs would carry him trying to get to the pixie, but Gary was at a disadvantage. The pixie had wings which could move faster than hummingbirds, and sounded like someone was singing a song in a whisper that could put you to sleep. Gary however was not fazed, he intended to catch the pixie or at least find out where it lived so he could come back. Gary was running as fast as his legs would carry him when he tripped and ran into a tree he looked up just in time to see the pixie turn a corner, and disappear. Gary searched all the trees and the area where the pixie was, just moments before, but it has vanished without a trace. The next day was a horrible and rainy day. When he woke up he went downstairs, said “Hi.” To the cat that simply meowed back and then went into the kitchen to talk to his mother. His mom was waiting at the kitchen table, her hand drumming to show Gary her disapproval. She waved at him to sit down next to her and the interrogation began.
“Where were you last night? You weren’t here when I got home from the shops!” His mother yelled.
“Oh erm, I was out in the woods.” Gary said trying to sound convincing.
“Well then I suppose it was all okay, seeing as how you idiotically went into the forest to frolic with the wolves.”
“Yeah, well uh the bus is here. Bye!” As soon as he got out of the house Gary went back to the woods.
It was 70 years ago to the day when Gary Grisby first found out that everything is not always what it seems. He was walking along a path in the woods staring at the ground. He noted to himself how fall had clearly come even in these rotting old woods, the crisp brown leaves that littered the floor and made a soft crunching noise when you stepped on them. Suddenly Gary saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a simple glint of light off of a shiny object, but it intrigued Gary, so he followed it. He was never afraid of what could happen to you if you were walking alone in the woods at night, Gary followed the path about a half a mile, not caring that he had already gone way past the shiny object that the light had reflected off of. There, not ten yards in front of him was the most colorful creature he had ever seen in his life. Gary had never been one of those people who believed in fairy tales, but there in front of his was a pixie. At first Gary was mesmerized by its colorful wings and how whatever light there was always seemed to follow it, but what surprised him the most was that it was the only one there. Then in what had to have been less than a second, it saw him and started to fly away.
Gary ran as fast as his legs would carry him trying to get to the pixie, but Gary was at a disadvantage. The pixie had wings which could move faster than hummingbirds, and sounded like someone was singing a song in a whisper that could put you to sleep. Gary however was not fazed, he intended to catch the pixie or at least find out where it lived so he could come back. Gary was running as fast as his legs would carry him when he tripped and ran into a tree he looked up just in time to see the pixie turn a corner, and disappear. Gary searched all the trees and the area where the pixie was, just moments before, but it has vanished without a trace. The next day was a horrible and rainy day. When he woke up he went downstairs, said “Hi.” To the cat that simply meowed back and then went into the kitchen to talk to his mother. His mom was waiting at the kitchen table, her hand drumming to show Gary her disapproval. She waved at him to sit down next to her and the interrogation began.
“Where were you last night? You weren’t here when I got home from the shops!” His mother yelled.
“Oh erm, I was out in the woods.” Gary said trying to sound convincing.
“Well then I suppose it was all okay, seeing as how you idiotically went into the forest to frolic with the wolves.”
“Yeah, well uh the bus is here. Bye!” As soon as he got out of the house Gary went back to the woods.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Writing Assignment 1draft 1
It was the end of 2006 and I had being having a rough year. My grandpa, the only grandparent I had left on my dad's side,had been hospitalized and the doctors didn't know what was wrong with him. AFter a lot of worry and many tests he was diagnosed with Lymph Node Cancer. It wasn't a cancer I had heard of, so I did a little research and found ou that it was one of the tougher types of cancer and that most people who got it didn't survive. On top of that, my dad had told me that it was the same type of cancer that my dog had died of just six months earlier. I had always been close to both my dog, Anna, and my grandpa, Joe. He, like the rest of my family lived in England so although I didn't get to see him a lot, I was very close to him.
He was a mechanic in WWII and he would always tell me a story about how they would get a chocolate bar and a pack of ciggarettes every week. My grandpa didn't smoke so he would sneakily throw his ciggarettes onto someone else's bed from behind his newspaper. One week all of his bunkmates decided to get together and throw their chocolate onto his bed, he of course was thrilled to get all that chocolate. Everytime I saw my grandpa he would tell me this story, and it is one of my fondest memories of him.
Summer '06 my mom, sister, and I took a trip tp England and saw my grandpa looking the best he had since he had gotten sick. We all thought he was getting better, until mid november. We got a call from my dad saying my grandpa was worse than ever. I got worried but my dad was teh only one who could fly out that day, and my mom couldn't miss any work at that point so my sister and I traveled across the ocean together the next day. My aunt picked us up at the airport and we drove to the Hospice center where my grandpa was. When we got there we were told that he had died about a half and hour before we got there, but that he knew we were on our way there. It was one of the saddest days of my life, but I was glad that he was no longer suffering. That week when I was in England I think I cried the most I have in my life, and every weekend I think about his during the time we used to call him and chat about whatever had happened during the week. He was always a hard worker and whenever he would visit us he would always insist on helping out around the house. He would always bring my sister and I presents, even if it was only the little bad of blue toiletries they gace him on the plane with a little blue journal, I still have everything he gave me on taht last visit and I know I will never forget how much I loved him. Whenever I think about that day I wonder if it was fate that decided to make our plane 30 minutes earlier than scheduled, but not enough to see my grandpa alive. I don't know, maybe it was easier on us remembering him at his prime when it was almost like he wasn't sick instead of showing the signs of cancer. I suppose wheather or not that was the case it happened that way and we will probably never know the importance of it, I think I prefer it that way.
He was a mechanic in WWII and he would always tell me a story about how they would get a chocolate bar and a pack of ciggarettes every week. My grandpa didn't smoke so he would sneakily throw his ciggarettes onto someone else's bed from behind his newspaper. One week all of his bunkmates decided to get together and throw their chocolate onto his bed, he of course was thrilled to get all that chocolate. Everytime I saw my grandpa he would tell me this story, and it is one of my fondest memories of him.
Summer '06 my mom, sister, and I took a trip tp England and saw my grandpa looking the best he had since he had gotten sick. We all thought he was getting better, until mid november. We got a call from my dad saying my grandpa was worse than ever. I got worried but my dad was teh only one who could fly out that day, and my mom couldn't miss any work at that point so my sister and I traveled across the ocean together the next day. My aunt picked us up at the airport and we drove to the Hospice center where my grandpa was. When we got there we were told that he had died about a half and hour before we got there, but that he knew we were on our way there. It was one of the saddest days of my life, but I was glad that he was no longer suffering. That week when I was in England I think I cried the most I have in my life, and every weekend I think about his during the time we used to call him and chat about whatever had happened during the week. He was always a hard worker and whenever he would visit us he would always insist on helping out around the house. He would always bring my sister and I presents, even if it was only the little bad of blue toiletries they gace him on the plane with a little blue journal, I still have everything he gave me on taht last visit and I know I will never forget how much I loved him. Whenever I think about that day I wonder if it was fate that decided to make our plane 30 minutes earlier than scheduled, but not enough to see my grandpa alive. I don't know, maybe it was easier on us remembering him at his prime when it was almost like he wasn't sick instead of showing the signs of cancer. I suppose wheather or not that was the case it happened that way and we will probably never know the importance of it, I think I prefer it that way.
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