Andre 3000 and Chris Cornell

 I decided over the last two days to try to get back into writing for this more, namely so people can know my experiences.  My family recently got into ancestry.com and is trying to piece together my ancestor's lives, and I want the details of my life to be easier to find for future generations.  So, here are some of my experiences.

               Recently, my Mom talked about a stand-up comedienne whose 0-key broke on her computer and rather than spend $200 getting it fixed, simply searched for rapper Andre 3000 on Google, only needing to go to “Andre 3” before it would fill in the rest and she would always have 0s.  I actually was able to guess his name because I’m somewhat familiar with Andre 3000.  He is part of Atlanta-based Hip-Hop duo Outkast with a man named Big Boi, who made the song “Hey Ya.”  Andre 3000 himself sings that song and it’s famous for its repetition of “All right” so it goes “All right, All right, All right, All right, All right, All right, All right, All right, now ladies!” in fast tempo.  It’s also credited with introducing the world to the phrases “Hey, Fellas!  ‘Yeah!’  What’s cooler than bein’ cool?  ‘Ice Cold!’” and “Shake it like a Polaroid picture!”  In her 2014 tour, Miley Cyrus sang a medley of this song with Dolly Parton’s “Jolene.”

 

               Andre 3000 also had a show on Cartoon Network in the mid-2000s called “Class of 3000,” which featured many different styles of music and very loose, rubbery and fluid animation.  The characters were depicted with stretchy limbs and the show had a very off-the-wall sense of humor, making it one of the better programs on the channel at the time.  A user on DeviantArt even drew Fire Emblem; Three Houses character Byleth in the style of the cartoon, because Andre 3000’s character was a music teacher, much like how Byleth is a Professor in the game.  Voice talent for the show beyond Andre 3000 included Tom Kenny (best known as the voice of SpongeBob Squarepants, but also voices the Mayor and Narrator in The Powerpuff Girls and Wheelie in the live-action Transformers movies), Phil Lamarr (The title character in Static Shock and the Green Lantern in Justice League) and Jeff Bennett (Johnny Bravo, Dexter’s Dad from Dexter’s Laboratory, Smee from modern cartoons featuring Captain Hook as well as half a million others).

 

               Andre 3000 has also been referenced in the web series Homestar Runner, in the cartoon “Halloween Fairstival,” clicking on Pom Pom dressed as the mascot for Big Boy Burgers has Coach Z comment, “So, Big Boy, Pom Pom?  I was going to be Andre 3000, myself!”  Obviously confusing Big Boy with Big Boi.  Years later, in the 2015 Halloween cartoon, “The House That Gave Sucky Tricks,” Coach Z does dress as Andre 3000, namely, his appearances in the “Hey Ya” music video, where he played every member of a band.  As such, Coach Z’s costume changes throughout the cartoon and rapidly in his Easter Egg, where he does the repetition of “All Right” and after saying “Now Ladies!” Marzipan says “No.” and Coach Z dejectedly says “All right…”

 

               On a somewhat sadder note, I wish I’d known of Soundgarden earlier.  The intense guitar work, clashing with the screams and understated emotions of lead singer Chris Cornell, they were one of the best bands to come from Seattle.  Chris Cornell was a Classic Rock fan who stepped into the next chapter of that phase and carried the torch himself, and he’s one of my top 5 singers from the Seattle area, alongside Geoff Tate, Duff McKagan, Brandi Carlile and Ann Wilson.  He had a great sense of humor, too, as he showed on the Live At The Artist’s Den Album.  He mentions the performance is being filmed for a PBS show called “Artist’s Den,” then doubts they’ll make it on they air, “If I were them, I’d be going ‘fuck that.  No one’s going to donate money for this.  They’re gonna cancel their checks!  ‘I was watching the history of President Van Buren and now this Soundgarden bullshit, I want my fucking check back!  My 8 dollars!’”  Later in the concert he states PBS stands for “Public Bitch Sessions” and proceeds to yell out several expletive-loaded sentences that the audience repeats back to him, “THIS IS BULLSHIT!”  “FUCK THIS SHIT!”  “FUCKIN’ HELL, I’M GLAD I GOT TO AIR THIS SHIT OUT IN PUBLIC!”  It is truly hilarious to me, thought maybe that’s because I wasn’t allowed to say such stuff growing up.

My favorite playlist

Well, I vandalized Wikipedia again, thankfully, they undid what I did, which was the same as before.  I feel regrets for getting out of control regarding a nineteen-year-old's spirituality, but you know what they say, "without faith, it is impossible to please God," and"no one comes to the Father except through Jesus."  But let's not dwell on that.  I'm listening to my favorite playlist right now, a compilation of most songs Billy Ray Cyrus has covered live.  Here are its contents so you can make it yourself!
1.) White Wedding, Part 1-Billy Idol
2.) Hot Girls In Love-Loverboy
3.) Is This Love-Whitesnake
4.) Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap-AC/DC
5.) Legs-ZZ Top
6.) Rebel Yell-Billy Idol
7.) Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin
8.) Rock and Roll-Led Zeppelin
9.) Purple Rain-Prince and the Revolution
10.) Gimme All Your Lovin'-ZZ Top
11.) Mississippi Queen-Mountain
12.) One Night-Elvis Presley
13.) Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain-Willie Nelson
14.) Call Me the Breeze-Lynyrd Skynyrd
15.) Mony Mony-Billy Idol
16.) Simply Irresistible-Robert Palmer
17.) Honky Tonk Women-The Rolling Stones
18.) Sunspot Baby-Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
19.) Daddy Was an Old-Time Preacher Man-Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner
20.) Wild Thing-The Troggs
If you have any songs he covered live that I have missed or do not have, feel free to tell me.

More uncertainty courtesy of the number 1 music family

I’m going crazy since Miley Cyrus put up a Twitter image of some guy saying a statement about stars being responsible for existence, ending with “forget Jesus, the stars died so you could be born,” and calling it beautiful.  It is widely unreported, except by an atheist group that debated if she was just a non-fundamentalist Christian, a Buddhist, an agnostic or an atheist, with no clear answer, except they naturally favored the idea of her being an atheist.  The only other articles condemned her for what she’s been wearing and supporting gays, with one condemning rock music in general.  Most unfortunate, I dislike reading those websites, they make me feel crazy and want to punish myself.  I know you don’t care, I just want to let this out.  I worry about salvation and fear my prayers aren't doing enough.

Trying to find a way out

On this leap year day, I've been reflecting on how negative I've been lately.  I don't want to be mean and get angry at so many people, yet I'm upset because it feels my dreams are for naught.  I also feel like I'm losing friends due to my negativity and uncertainty on ways out.  I've also wondered about revisiting the story inspired by the Cyrus family, if I do, I want to post it here.  Happy February 29th, enjoy it as you won't see another until 2016.

Don't Think it can't happen

Looking around at this big old Internet of ours, and through my personal experiences, I am convinced the end of the world will take place before the decade is out.  Don't tell me I'm wrong, I know I'm not.  And it will start here, in the land of the free and home of the brave.  This nation has become very liberal, and its entertainment industry loves to make fun of Jesus.  The percentage of atheists is growing daily, and these aren't nice atheists, they're atheists who hate Jesus and all His followers because they think they're anti-gay.  I have met hardcore Republican Christians who are anti-gay, but that isn't the majority.  Of course, soon, this nation, if it doesn't already, will believe that the majority of Christians are Republican, anti-gay zealots who are holding the nation back by believing in a Creator and a Savior.  Then, they will deem us useless and throw us in prison, just like Hitler did with the Jews.  For seven long years, we will be tortured, beaten, and asked to convert to Hinduism, Buddhism, Neo-paganism, scientology, Baha'ism, atheism and satanism.  At the end of those seven years, Jesus will come again.  It is imperative we worship Him and love our gay brothers and sisters so to stall the torture. Believe me now, or believe me later.

Some of the most depressed I've ever been

Today, in a fit of rage, I vandalized the Wikipedia page for Miley Cyrus' "Miles to Go" book. I wrote: In 2012, she stated "I regret all the religion in the book, all religion is hogwash except Hinduism and Bahaiism. Jesus is a madman who attacked gay people, so I quit his fucking religion. All educated people should, too. Smoking is so liberating and therapeutic for me and makes me like my best friend Kelly [Osbourne]." I did this since I was so sick of the obsession and liberalism that were permeating the Internet around her. I was also upset that she is now following Seth McFarlane, angry atheist and creator of Family Guy, who thinks making fun of Jesus and His followers is funny. She also hasn't said anything about her religious status in years and I was hoping this would spur on change. However, I couldn't go through with it. Just a few moments ago, I erased my writing. I hope what I've done will not lead to me being sued for slander or Cyrus family and friends refusing to tour in Washington State. Things have been stressful lately, I almost had a full-time job, but didn't get it, the Mariners are probably going to trade Michael Pineda, who I saw last year, SOPA and PIPA threaten to destroy Facebook, deviantart and Youtube, and despite my medication for my deep anxiety, I have been paranoid that anything bad could possibly happen. Though my Minister assures me supporting gay people, Miley Cyrus and Led Zeppelin will not cause my condemnation, a lack of seeing Jesus from Miley made me paranoid and I just couldn't take it anymore, releasing it in a fury. Much like Billy Ray saying "the damn show ruined my family," this was me upset about feeling distant. I want forgiveness for this, not punishment. Please forgive me, world. Please forgive me, Miley.

Checking in

Hi all.  Sorry I'm not updating this as frequently as I'd like, but quite a lot keeps happening.  Right now, I'm volunteering at Northwest Youth Services, and keeping my job at Little Caesar's.  The same old issues keep playing at me, worsened by reading conservative opinions on video games and rock/metal music.  Now I keep thinking that I do the "wrong thing" by conservative standards, there is no good afterlife for me.  I keep doing the norm, though I've been playing less video games due to my schedule.  I'm also paranoid that the Mariners and the Cyrus family will let me down in these coming months, like Miley will forget about Jesus in favor of some Eastern god, or the Mariners will trade Ichiro and/or sign nobodies to help them next year.  On the plus side, I had my first video chat with my brother last night, and look forward to more of those.  I'm looking forward to Christmas and wish I could spend more time with my future sister-in-law this Holiday season.  Until next time, which might be in December, God bless.

A Hard Time

Well, in case you haven't heard, I went off my break from the Cyrus Family and they are now level with the Seattle Mariners in terms of captivating my interest.  However, I have wondered often about leaving them completely and stopping my belief that homosexuality is okay.  The reason for this is that their brand of Christianity, a liberal one with a heavy focus on love, is something that is viewed as no better than irresponsible sex and reckless, non-believing, non-saved behavior by many Christians.  It seems the more vocal and in-depth you are with Faith, the more Conservative you are and the more you want to admonish the world.  It's something I wanted to change, but I don't feel much of a pull to do that anymore, after all, I have no connections to Billy Ray Cyrus, Miley Cyrus, Brandi Cyrus and/or Demi Lovato.  I'm honestly feeling a desire to become more Conservative, more rigid, more admonishing, yet those closest to me say such a thing is foolish, they've seen a woman cut off her son solely because he chose to be gay.  I'm not sure how to turn.
Another minor issue is sometimes I feel like I have too much music.  I sometimes listen to my iPod on shuffle and miss the days when there were less than 200 songs, mostly Cyrus family with some other Disney artists like Jordan Pruitt thrown in for good measure.  Now, my bigger iPod contains over 5,100 songs, many from video games, some from artists like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith.  My smaller one contains 720, mostly from Billy Ray Cyrus and The Beatles.  Point is, I miss a simpler time, when I could go through the entire iPod's library in only a few minutes.
To make this not entirely a sad post, I'll post two action scenes I have written, one is Mario vs. Bowser at the start of Super Mario RPG, the other is a fan writing of Tsuruhime/Ninja White from the Japanese TV show Ninja Sentai Kakuranger and Tori Hanson from Power Rangers Ninja Storm, with Kaoru Shiba from another Japanese TV show.

“Bowser’s throne room should be through here.” Said Mario.  He opened the door, but Bowser was apparently not in the room.  “Where is he?” Mario wondered.

“Looking for me?” asked Bowser.  “You’re not looking high enough!”  Mario looked up, seeing Bowser now stood on the chandelier, Peach tied up dangling on a rope next to him.  Mario jumped up, then jumped off a wall to reach a chandelier near Bowser’s.

“Don’t let Bowser bruise you, Mario!” said Peach worriedly.

“Mario, prepare yourself for the GREAT BEYOND!” laughed Bowser.  Mario growled and jumped off the chandelier, his feet aiming for Bowser.  Bowser jumped and swung his claws.  Mario avoided the claws, but failed to hit Bowser and was now dangling from the chandelier.  Mario jumped up and charged, his fist pointing at Bowser.  Bowser avoided the punch and thrust his spiny back at Mario.  Mario flipped over Bowser and the two stared at each other.  They charged, ready to strike.  Mario jumped at the last moment to jump on Bowser’s head and landed safely behind him.  Bowser arose and growled.  He charged and swung at Mario, who jumped over him.

“Mario, the chain!” shouted Peach.  “Hit the chain, Mario!”  Mario nodded and jumped over Bowser as he charged again.  Mario pounded the spot where the chain touched the chandelier with his feet, then punched that spot and jumped back to his chandelier.  The chain, which was a kind of Chain Chomp called Kinklink, began to let go.

“NO!” cried Bowser.  “It’s a chain reaction!  Hang on, Kinklink!”  Kinklink let go and the chandelier plummeted.  Mario sighed, then a hammer flew over his head and hit his chandelier’s Kinklink.  “Coming, Mario?” laughed Bowser.  He lobbed another hammer, hitting Kinklink once more and causing Mario’s chandelier to plummet.  Mario stared at Bowser.  “What, you thought I was just going to give her to you?” said Bowser.  “You’re always in my way!  Take this!”  Bowser jumped, his claws outstretched.  Mario jumped as well, bouncing off Bowser.  “Fungah!  Foiled again!” yelled Bowser as he continued to fall.  Mario landed on Kinklink and smiled at Peach.

“Mario, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Said Peach. 

In a desolate canyon, far from any nearby towns, a Japanese woman sat on a high chair made of bamboo.  Before her stood an older Japanese woman and a blonde Caucasian woman.  The woman on the throne was dressed in a regal kimono.  The other Japanese woman was dressed in a white ninja outfit, while the Caucasian had a black leather outfit with light blue trim and a red and black symbol on her upper right chest.  All three women had swords, the one in the kimono carried it by her side, the others carried their blades on their backs.  “Kunoichi,” said the woman in the kimono.  “You are both valued warriors in your forces, as well as strong individually.  Today, however, you are to spar with one another.  Tsuruhime, Tori Hanson, you may transform now.”

                “Super Hengen, Doron Changer!” yelled Tsuruhime, soon clad as Ninja White.

                “Ninja Storm, Ranger Form!” yelled Tori, becoming clad as the Blue Wind Ninja Storm Ranger.  They stared at each other.

                “You may begin.  Go!” said the woman.  Tsuruhime brought the sword in a cross-way slice towards Tori’s midsection.  Tori blocked and thrust, Tsuruhime flipping with a flip kick, sending Tori backwards to the ground.  Tori quickly got up and swung at Tsuruhime’s head.  Tsuruhime dodged the swing, but was hit by a round kick from Tori.  Tori leapt and swung down at Tsuruhime.  Tsuruhime swung up with the blade, blocking the sword.   She kicked Tori’s torso with both feet, Tori responding with a slash across Tsuruhime’s torso.  Tsuruhime swung with her blade, Tori blocking with her own.  They moved in a circle, locked, before backing away.  They ran at each other, leaping with their blades, both striking on each other.  They both landed somewhat painfully, but Tsuruhime and Tori turned to each other.  They charged again, Tsuruhime leaping.  Tori dodged and slashed across Tsuruhime’s back.  Tsuruhime swung at Tori, who blocked both times.  Tsuruhime then leapt up, slashing at Tori.  Tori backflipped away, then slashed forth with her own blade, blocking.  Tsuruhime fell back, rolling across the ground to cushion the blow.  Tori ran at Tsuruhime, who stood up quickly.  Tsuruhime quickly performed her special double cut, shaking Tori.  Tori looked at Tsuruhime, panting.  Tsuruhime also fell to one knee, panting.  They shook hands, helping each other up.  “Well done, Ninjas.” Said the Woman.  “Our groups that fight evil are honored to have you two.  I knew you were tough for fighting the forces of Daimaou and Lothor, now I see that made you equally matched.  Let us go and prepare the others.”  Tori and Tsuruhime detransformed and bowed, letting the woman lead them to a giant Japanese Castle decorated with a stylized lightning bolt.

Ten years ago

I'll never forget what happened ten years ago today, the day the terrorists stole America's security and fear zoomed in.  I was asleep, thinking about the day that lay ahead, going to school then going to practice Muay Thai martial arts.  Dad called so I could let him in, the divorce had happened, but he still took me to school.  Instantly, he walked over to the television set, that's when I knew something was wrong.  I saw the World Trade Center, the tallest buildings in New York City, with smoke pouring out of gaping holes.  I wondered if this was it for the structure, Dad assured me the buildings were too strong for airplane impacts to destroy them.  However, the burning fuel dramatically weakened the steel, and before I went to school, two of our nation's landmarks were gone.  Dad told me someone from the Middle East was most likely responsible.  I agreed, knowing of how Saddam Hussein hated America.  At school, the others blamed Japan for their history of Pearl Harbor and Kamikaze attacks, oblivious of the metamorphosis the nation had undergone in the last 60 years (now 70 years).  I told them to be quiet, stop slandering Godzilla's homeland, my statements fell on deaf ears.  Only the teacher could convince them otherwise from their "destroy Japan" sentiment.  I was nervous to do anything that day, but I was forced to do so by my parents.  In the years that came, the incident would prove to be the thing that robbed me, robbed my of my innocence and put me at odds with so many people.  As George W. Bush turned the fight to Iraq, a movement not unlike the Hippie movement arose, demanding peace at any cost.  I got swept up in this, stating that Bush was the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler through black magic and that he planned the horrible day, that the pilots of death were members of the Secret Service.  Hate fueled me, I despised the military, the Republican Party, this country and the one I called the antichrist, George W. Bush.  However, around 2007, that hate got burned out, tired and worn out from despising so much.  I had a new enemy then, the mass media, and how they portrayed Christians.  With that, I found the most vocal Christians in Hollywood, the Cyrus family, and began adoring them, especially since an episode of Hannah Montana dealt with surgery, which I had just received three months before the episode aired.  With that, there came a new call.  "Some Gave All."  Billy Ray Cyrus is very much a patriotic American Christian and has written and sung that many times, we need to fight for freedom.  My hate and paranoia slipped away, replaced with obsession, needing them to know such a perspective, which had been living deep within me the whole time, was okay, not an easy task when you live in a liberal town like Bellingham.  For that, I've given myself a one-day reprieve from the ban to listen to Billy Ray Cyrus' most patriotic songs.  I have also learned that his daughter is considering following Eastern Philosophy, however, I still feel like I need her and that the world needs her to be a Christian who supports gays.  Today I said a prayer in Church in the hopes that her paths would be made clear and that she wouldn't forget the beautiful sacrifice of Jesus.  I hate Hollywood less, though I do feel they treat people like garbage, and hope that my prayers are answered, and if she does convert, that God will be able to rescue her from any condemnation.
When Bin Laden was killed, it was amazingly refreshing, I no longer had to be angry over the events, it was over to an extent in my mind.  I've heard many differing opinions about the attack, one that really saddens me is the opinion that God let the attack happen so we would trust in him, rather than money and military.  I find it hard to believe that the God who led the children of Israel to the Promised Land, who willingly died for us, would support a man who hates Christianity, Israel and America and believes suicidal murder is not only justifiable, but supported by the divine.  Let's pray for all affected by war and remember, freedom isn't free.

Battling Depression still

Hey all,
As I mentioned on Facebook and Twitter, I've been told the Cyrus family and Rock Mafia family has become like heroin for me.  I have been instructed to take a break, which is difficult, I hate not listening to "Achy Breaky Heart," "Can't Be Tamed," "The Climb," and "Party" whenever I want.  What's worse, as I think during this break about it, I can only think how addicts can never develop a healthy relationship with their drugs, they must quit them outright and NEVER use them or go near them again.  If this has been my relationship with Miley, Demi, Billy Ray, Brandi and the others, it means I can never listen to their music again, which hurts.  Sure, The Beatles and Lynyrd Skynyrd service great music, but it pains me to not listen to all the music I like, as well as have to think of a future where I can't film a documentary about what Faith, Religion and Jesus mean to Miley Cyrus, Brandi Cyrus, Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez and AnnaSophia Robb.  I can only see me becoming a clerk in some local shop, and I don't want to sit on the sidelines as awesome films like the Transformers trilogy and the Avengers universe saga get made.  I also don't want to make films without the possibility of meeting people who've inspired me.  So, I keep thinking while I work and volunteer, wondering of a way out.

Battling Depression

First off I feel I should mention my Mario Sports Mix teams: Mario, Bowser, Daisy.  Daisy, Peach, White Mage.

Now that that's been said, I want to mention that my life has become pretty busy.  Between the Division of Vocational Rehabilitation and looking for work, dealing with my current job at Little Caesar's, my volunteer hours at the Bellingham Railway Museum and the assorted related stuff, I get worn out very easily.  Beyond that, my anxiety kicked back up again, I spent the Trading Deadline dreading that Mariners fans would see the last of Ichiro.  With that fear passed, the anxiety and depression has zoomed towards my dreams.  My dreams, my goals have been detailed many times here, but in case you're new, I'll write it again.

201X-I move to Los Angeles, befriend Miley Cyrus, Brandi Cyrus, Codi Caraco, Demi Lovato, AnnaSophia Robb and Selena Gomez and make a documentary about them and their Spiritual lives.  For one night, Miley, Demi, Brandi, Codi and Selena make a band and perform at least the following songs, with Miley, Demi and Brandi on guitars and vocals, Codi on keyboards and vocals, Selena on drums: 

1.)    I Love Rock and Roll

2.)    Praise You in this Storm

3.)    U Got Nothing On Me

4.)    While My Guitar Gently Weeps

5.)    I Want You (She’s So Heavy)

6.)    Jesus Freak

7.)    Party

8.)    Can’t Be Tamed

9.)    Back and Forth 

10.) When I Look At You 

11.) The Climb 

Many songs from Miley, Demi, Selena, Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin and Nirvana have also been considered by me, but it's ultimately up to them.  However, I am not immune to the news, and worry the magic Disney Channel starlet trio would break-up, or that Miley would wreck her voice.  Sadly, one of the worries has come true.  In the process of maturing, Miley has gone from beloved, to despised due to wearing skimpy outfits or experimenting in drugs (I am not endorsing drug use, anything that will kill you, quickly or slowly, isn't something I'd choose to take). Anyway, it doesn't effect the documentary, since I plan to release it directly on Youtube and not worry about corporate bigwigs trying to push an agenda (most left-wings would try to reduce the number of Christians and increase the number of Buddhists and atheists, which isn't my message (moderate/Liberal Christianity), FOX would demand Sarah Palin's presence and say gay people are evil, also not my message).  However, that does put the second part of my goals at risk.

202X-With our friendship, we visit Nintendo and obtain the rights to do a Mario Trilogy, based on the following video games:

-Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars

-Super Paper Mario

-Super Smash Bros. Brawl (with the casts of Brawl, Melee and SSB4 (and Jill Valentine!)

However, as more people are saying "she's just a slutty druggie whore" and I dig in my heels, knowing Miley would voice a good Peach, Tippi and Mimi (and maybe other roles), I fear that my bold ideas are doomed to the same as most video game movies, Box Office Failure.  If the first film fails at the box office, there is no chance for a sequel, unless there's only one and it's direct to video.  My story works best as a trilogy, but I'm still scared.  Any connections to Miley, Brandy, Demi and Selena would be appreciated, as would any encouraging words.