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The percolating Hot Stove

Well, it's Christmas time and all I have left on my shopping list is my Dad's present. During these months, my beloved sport of baseball doesn't stop, instead, the always-exciting, sometimes nerve-wracking Hot Stove season of Transactions starts. My team, the Mariners, have already traded reliever Josh Lueke to the Tampa Bay Rays for catcher John Jaso and signed other players to minor league contracts. The big rumors with the Mariners, however, is that they are seeking and hopefully to sign free agent first baseman and power hitter Prince Fielder. Naturally, this would be awesome. However, recently, people seem to suggest that if Fielder signs, that means Ichiro will leave the team post 2012. I am a huge Ichiro fan, having seen him many times since 2002. While I know good things can't last forever, I feel like Ichiro is going to bounce back from his average 2011 season and can keep playing baseball for quite some time. As the Mariners bring forth their prospects like Mike Carp and Dustin Ackley as well as young talent traded for like Justin Smoak, Casper Wells and Trayvon Robinson, I would love it if Ichiro would be part of that team. Seeing Ichiro on the same team as all the exciting young Mariners would be a dream come true, which makes me scared when people talk about his contract being "off the books."  So, here's hoping for the signing of Prince Fielder and the continued reign of Ichiro Suzuki as the Mariners star player.

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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.