tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85257784083935432092024-02-20T11:21:19.093-05:00Scribbles of an Ancient SoulJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-42398905083153470162010-09-12T19:20:00.002-04:002010-09-12T19:26:50.909-04:00I'm Back!After god knows how long, I'm finally back to the blogging. Wait, actually its been about... 1 and a half years! Well that certainly is long! Yep, I really have changed in the past year (and a half) I'm nearly 15 now; I listen to music, play video games, and all the other teenage guy things (except I still read and write and do other junk like that!) I may be older now, but I'm still the same plucky kid that wrote about LEGOs all those years ago. So expect to see more posts from me in the future. And I mean it this time!<br /><br />-JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-68502170502577072272009-03-11T17:02:00.003-04:002009-03-11T17:14:08.474-04:00A Looong MonthI KNOW that I've been gone for a month, but this time I actually have an explanation! You see, when I changed schools all those months ago, it was as if I just started a new school year. So now, I have to make up an entire month or so of school. That's why I've been gone for so long, it's school!<br /><br />But on a lighter note, I just changed my blog layout! As you can see, I'm going green for St. Patrick's Day. Just don't go green with envy *hee-hee-hee* when you look at my wonderful banner made by my Mom, Sharon Henry of Mana Moon Studios. So that's all for now, but I WILL be making sure to update my blog more!<br /><br />Good day,<br /><br />JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-50429355899203693502009-02-12T11:42:00.006-05:002010-08-31T16:48:53.945-04:00A Simple PoemToday, I read a poem in school. It's a wonderful poem about love. I just wanted to share it because it's so close to Valentine's Day. I Hope You Enjoy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The Choice<br />by Dorothy Parker<br /><br />He'd have given me rolling lands,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Houses of marble, and billowing farms,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Pearls, to trickle between my hands,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Smoldering rubies, to circle my</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > arms.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >You- you'd only a lilting song,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Only a melody, happy and high,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >You were sudden and swift and strong-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Never a thought for another had I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >He'd have given me laces rare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >You- you'd only to whistle low,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Gaily I followed wherever you led.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I took you, and I let him go-</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Somebody ought to examine my head! </span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD2rgJ5pLhoxo5TJlvAAnJd9JDOLv-AKzW-mZcanzgbuIXM0URI8DP6EXFD52vsfyNDff_Uj6LTZejCJxZ2PMfdVy9ok2ODLrOtRW6-goDRkz-8f0qNUaw765Y_vpKd9vdwZN49nloQc/s1600-h/jewelry-box.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD2rgJ5pLhoxo5TJlvAAnJd9JDOLv-AKzW-mZcanzgbuIXM0URI8DP6EXFD52vsfyNDff_Uj6LTZejCJxZ2PMfdVy9ok2ODLrOtRW6-goDRkz-8f0qNUaw765Y_vpKd9vdwZN49nloQc/s200/jewelry-box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301958242101112386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-64179917901025751732009-01-27T22:17:00.001-05:002009-01-27T22:20:04.767-05:00Here It IsWell, I guess I just couldn't help myself! So here's my secret! And guess what, I'm going to do this every month (or so)! So make sure to keep an I out every end of a month! Look at the time; I've gotta go! See you next time!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-79437460375348727692009-01-26T21:47:00.003-05:002009-01-26T21:53:21.578-05:00I've Got a Secret!Something's Coming! But what could it be?! Well check back on the 28th and find out...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-81100002041600016642009-01-20T13:31:00.005-05:002009-01-20T13:46:33.135-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />The Past Is Gone<br />Democracy Has Won<br />There's A New Dawn<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >And Change Has Come</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >...<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAwlly9T9IVAdnmJpuRXQx8SdQxbfq38GIpsp198haR49Vp1YyrNfYVdxH-3wVFNwCTD9onJTBQdXxsDbJGWggaItky5VI4DtuzUIsJCEzBM6wIih4X1zeq4W37iwwwe6I__xYJY3S2Q/s1600-h/Obama-Biden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAwlly9T9IVAdnmJpuRXQx8SdQxbfq38GIpsp198haR49Vp1YyrNfYVdxH-3wVFNwCTD9onJTBQdXxsDbJGWggaItky5VI4DtuzUIsJCEzBM6wIih4X1zeq4W37iwwwe6I__xYJY3S2Q/s320/Obama-Biden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293447220648602258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-45517707624061686382009-01-14T10:13:00.006-05:002009-01-14T11:45:55.807-05:00A Very Merry ChristmasThis Christmas was amazing! It was happy, exciting, and just plain fun! I got everything I wanted, and I didn't even know <span style="font-weight: bold;">what </span>I wanted! So here are all my wonderful presents:<br /><br />To start off, I'd like to talk about my pride and joy: My iPod! There it is, made especially for me! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1ZR_1GqpS4oErLyHGREmdnP26pokQpy168dW7boMmhyphenhyphenC_7-rFW-3i2Y0GVy34vEWPta0lt1ZEqz5j3W9M-ldAZhpjmcJTiWCU7dMB0-izQLU2EM5Zw4DRIR09x2WDbarj8oVbsRVBfI/s1600-h/DSCF0010_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1ZR_1GqpS4oErLyHGREmdnP26pokQpy168dW7boMmhyphenhyphenC_7-rFW-3i2Y0GVy34vEWPta0lt1ZEqz5j3W9M-ldAZhpjmcJTiWCU7dMB0-izQLU2EM5Zw4DRIR09x2WDbarj8oVbsRVBfI/s200/DSCF0010_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176269044847634" border="0" /></a>I uploaded all of favorite songs onto it, and I even bought some songs on iTunes. I also got my very own iHome. Unfortunately, it's way too big for the photo booth!<br /><br /><br />My next present was a "Make Your Own Auntie Anne's Pretzel" kit. It was fun making all the pretzels, but they mysteriously disappeared the next day. All that was left was this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVk7e_l8GD-cqfQgNriM3dxpOLKRRdxXLXUwaekPnavlm1gQ_jDovTnHpLRaa_aVA9KZmVmbV0D40SGtWiYyz2zuPisQXKK4iA2PO6Aq9anVpRrnXVW6VG62rTtQCLZSVPZEGtk2lIC7o/s1600-h/DSCF0002_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVk7e_l8GD-cqfQgNriM3dxpOLKRRdxXLXUwaekPnavlm1gQ_jDovTnHpLRaa_aVA9KZmVmbV0D40SGtWiYyz2zuPisQXKK4iA2PO6Aq9anVpRrnXVW6VG62rTtQCLZSVPZEGtk2lIC7o/s200/DSCF0002_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185098152213186" border="0" /></a>Hmmmmmm... I Wonder!<br /><br /><br />My last present was what I've been using this entire time: my new camera! It's sleek, black, and has 8.2 Mega Pixels! Unfortunately, I can't get a good picture of it because I <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXNmZuQT1oLLGzVy5RPLGYsVz7reG3Vaqu7JjE_pyD-S_veLoki3gcPazgyA-eTlQ6cLVLT-vn4bEasNhYByCYCG-SnEG1LR2WpinPQJbdzw4h3UuVIxKQ1CGIw0WuruO79TxbKc4Cdc/s1600-h/DSCF0001_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXNmZuQT1oLLGzVy5RPLGYsVz7reG3Vaqu7JjE_pyD-S_veLoki3gcPazgyA-eTlQ6cLVLT-vn4bEasNhYByCYCG-SnEG1LR2WpinPQJbdzw4h3UuVIxKQ1CGIw0WuruO79TxbKc4Cdc/s200/DSCF0001_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291188573150810370" border="0" /></a>have to use a mirror!<br /><br /><br />Even better than the presents was the love and joy that Christmas brought. This had to be the best Christmas ever!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-83761729633072817272009-01-06T17:03:00.004-05:002009-01-07T10:11:50.868-05:00The Violinist<div class="post-body"> <p>Today, I found a story at the blog: <a href="http://themagicsleigh.blogspot.com/">The Magic Sleigh</a>. Originally, I was going to post about my wonderful Christmas and all the presents, but this came up and I just had to post. It's very enlightening.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">A Violinist in the Metro<br /><br />A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed the musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, continued to walk.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100. This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were, in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?</p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:<br />If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?</p>Amatum et Pacis (Love and Peace),<br /><br />Josh<p></p></div> <span class="post-author"> </span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-86076129716795131162008-12-11T17:56:00.004-05:002008-12-11T18:31:34.640-05:00Best Wishes For A FriendToday, my thoughts are with my friend Angie, who lost her mother-in-law in the fight against cancer. I didn't know her, but I know she was a kind, caring person. Visit <a href="http://angiekellydesigns.blogspot.com/">Angie's blog</a> for more information.<br /><br />I'd just like to say that life is a fragile, delicate thing. It can bring you happiness, but it can also be ruined in an instant. So I'd like to show you all my poem commemorating life, and grieving death:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Life<br /><br />Why does it come so fast,<br />And give you happiness<br />Why is taken in just an instant,<br />And make you grieve<br />Why are there so many ups,<br />But still so many downs<br />Will it ever just stay,<br />So you can be happy and content<br /><br />Life is a roaring sea,<br />That will never be steady<br />You never know when you get,<br />Or when you lose<br />So be grateful for what you have,<br />And follow these words<br />Cherish the love<br />Remember the life<br />And always live<br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-76574807067688868112008-12-09T19:35:00.005-05:002008-12-09T20:11:51.212-05:00Gettin' Into The Spirit!Hmmmmm! Something about my blog seems different, but what could it be? Well, while I'm thinking, check out my new format for the holidays! Although I like it so much I might keep it! And sorry to anyway who was getting used my format if I <span style="font-weight: bold;">do</span> keep this.<br /><br />To really get into the holiday spirit, I'd like to introduce two early Christmas that the entire family received. Here's a guess; one's blue like my blog! Here they are:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgWt51BRGdVHO1_TRn7PQ3nKvwaqi-c9d_dAG6G4WRzmDkaQXtmifxlE_fcXGz7uTYGqsmXiwGEdFmgQ9euPI0K-XvvFS3yonvUUI2o6Rrnrhck_Tb28tdk0uk62XSbJZaImw69XeTCs/s1600-h/DSCF9391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgWt51BRGdVHO1_TRn7PQ3nKvwaqi-c9d_dAG6G4WRzmDkaQXtmifxlE_fcXGz7uTYGqsmXiwGEdFmgQ9euPI0K-XvvFS3yonvUUI2o6Rrnrhck_Tb28tdk0uk62XSbJZaImw69XeTCs/s200/DSCF9391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277961365201850610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqOAl4JidwWilEZtKXqkcrQIl_YGekImYPpY8QuLuTv7FK9K1wj4ZHglMVVdvSkFW1PWVoRLCabsGH2_xp0Wc76l7qvNDZyw6VECmRyq1UbhnRIT5GXSEWk2C4ax9JbTJdN7zEcHNpnA/s1600-h/DSCF9392.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqOAl4JidwWilEZtKXqkcrQIl_YGekImYPpY8QuLuTv7FK9K1wj4ZHglMVVdvSkFW1PWVoRLCabsGH2_xp0Wc76l7qvNDZyw6VECmRyq1UbhnRIT5GXSEWk2C4ax9JbTJdN7zEcHNpnA/s200/DSCF9392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277961663244442834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I Know, They're Beautiful Aren't They... I Think I'm Going To Cry! Unfortunately I can't actually show you what Blu-Ray picture looks like. You don't even know what you're missing! Oh and in case you didn't know, it's the glorious black one on the top!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-34821725923100914262008-12-07T10:45:00.006-05:002008-12-09T10:20:45.212-05:00This Just In: "It's Yummy"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhQtamJT1b4hCB3_AfJjo2mO-jWFVz-jDp-ntEwJBOimx8MYIwfPjwfb3r4YB1jwGggEBAuIJ9bQSwhBB2M46Ij1q9ALNcpbsaeiyLaWYnxu0xJYJZDiXqxjfXsS9DVhR0bClKF0tosY/s1600-h/Laura+Lee%27s+Tasty+Treats.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhQtamJT1b4hCB3_AfJjo2mO-jWFVz-jDp-ntEwJBOimx8MYIwfPjwfb3r4YB1jwGggEBAuIJ9bQSwhBB2M46Ij1q9ALNcpbsaeiyLaWYnxu0xJYJZDiXqxjfXsS9DVhR0bClKF0tosY/s400/Laura+Lee%27s+Tasty+Treats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080617964847474" border="0" /></a>I'm putting off my poem to tomorrow because there's a bigger and more important story, and it's scrumptious! Laura of Any Occasion Boutique has just opened up an Etsy shop called: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6564692">Laura Lee's Tasty Treats. </a>This new shop is filled with many chocolaty, peanuty, and delicious-y treats and desserts. I would recommend the scrumptious "black-tie cookie bars". They're chocolatastic! If you're a cinnamon sugar lover, try the "Grammy's Snickerdoodle". And if you like something classic but still unique, get the "Nutty PBJ Bars". I guarantee that anyone who eats will love this shop. So go out into the Etsy world aaaand... Buy The Treats! They're Tasty!<br /><br />Update: So I decided to go back to the shop for the first time since Sunday. I thought that things couldn't have changed too much, but that I should check just in case. Wrong! It turns out that the list gets longer and tastier every day! So if you visited it once, for your sake, visit it again!<br /><br />Amatum et Pacis (Love and Peace),<br /><br />JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-73726400235520145132008-12-06T09:22:00.003-05:002008-12-06T09:53:38.446-05:00Awarded!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDtky4IebcsuRHI0tu_d8vduBPoN03KV4SN3ai9SbR3vW6AVMxiFuaV2jzu-zgLCh4bhi_81sxwmQv6KYEyBAXpIXuI5Gd6oHmPwPTcr6JsS1JizgTfYzIDrsKE4USj3UfynlpWiK_s4/s1600-h/Butterfly_Award.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDtky4IebcsuRHI0tu_d8vduBPoN03KV4SN3ai9SbR3vW6AVMxiFuaV2jzu-zgLCh4bhi_81sxwmQv6KYEyBAXpIXuI5Gd6oHmPwPTcr6JsS1JizgTfYzIDrsKE4USj3UfynlpWiK_s4/s200/Butterfly_Award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276683385226023250" border="0" /></a><br />It's finally happened! I have an award, and it's from one of my very best blogging friends, <a href="http://www.anyoccasionboutique.blogspot.com/">Laura of Any Occasion Boutique</a>! I'm so, very excited! But as with any award, there's the rules and the passing and the linking, Uuuuuuhh!<br /><br />Here are the rules:<br />1. Post a copy on your blog (check)<br /><br />2. Mention who gave you the award (check)<br /><br />3. Pass the award on to 10 others<br /><br />4. Leave a message on their blog letting them know the honor has been bestowed upon them.<br /><br /><br />So here are as many people as I can find:<br /><br /><a href="http://lauriebethbeggin.blogspot.com/">Laurie B. of Looking Glass</a><br />Rocki of <a href="http://www.rockisrocknbeads.blogspot.com/">Rocki's Rockin' Blog</a><br />Sharon of <a href="http://manamoon-studios.blogspot.com/">Mana Moon Studios</a><br />Angie of<a href="http://angiekellydesigns.blogspot.com/"> Angie Kelly Designs </a><br />AGoodWitchToo of <a href="http://thecoppercauldron.blogspot.com/">The Copper Cauldron</a><br />Scarlet Fields of well... <a href="http://scarletfields.blogspot.com/">Scarlet Fields</a><br /><br />Well, that's everyone I could find that would appreciate a beautiful butterfly as an award!<br /><br />See ya next time around,<br /><br />JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-22762773412497792662008-12-04T10:17:00.006-05:002008-12-05T09:46:11.480-05:00The Looooong RoadFI Have Returned! That had to be the biggest gap ever! But now I will return to my adoring fans. Fans... faaaans? Where did everybody go?! Hello... helloooooo!!! Maybe I should've posted more?<br /><br />OK so I can explain. I was going on Washington D.C. but I took a wrong turn and ended up in Canada. Then I got lost in the Canadian wilderness, and I was being hunted by the mounties. I was finally able to make it to Niagara Falls, but I got swept away and ended up in the Atlantic Ocean. I was discovered on the shores of Ireland, but unfortunately, I had amnesia. Luckily, I had ID with me, and I was able to remember who I am after several months of searching.<br /><br />I then took a boat to New York, but I ended up on the Titanic because I fell into a wormhole. I was lucky enough to find the last lifeboat, and I slowly drifted back to America. After I ended up in Massachusetts, I made my way back to PA, only to realize I was still back in time. Confused, I decided to live the rest of my life in California.<br /><br />After 50 years of being a rock and roll legend and eating many PB and Banana sandwiches, I began to grow tired of it all. I took a plane to Florida to do my next show. I hadn't been in Florida for a while so I celebrated by going to the Everglades. Unfortunately, I fell of the tour boat. I suddenly found myself in the Fountain of Youth! I drank some magical water, but it tasted dreadful! It turns out swamp muck makes you younger! After returning to my original age, I fell into the Nexus of All Realities.<br /><br />I then ended up in England. I found a castle with a nice old man who cared for me, but one day I found a mysterious old wardrobe which transported me to a magicical other realm. After years of being a king and saving the world, I tried to go through the wardrobe, but I found myself in a galaxy far, far away. I became an amazing laser sword-wielding hero. But when I blew up the Death Orb, I went through a wormhole back to the day I left for D.C. and I made sure we went the right way this time. And if you're wondering why I haven't been posting, I've been lazy ever since. By the way, the Smithsonian is awesome; I loved it!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-38563864864837348012008-11-11T13:22:00.003-05:002008-12-09T19:33:24.952-05:00Savage?! Part 2<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Okay, I know I </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">just </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">did one, but I think that the letter really deserved it's own poem. So here it is, my poem:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Just a Savage</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Why do you do this White Man</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What do you gain from it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Why do you think the world is yours</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">When you "buy" the world around us,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What do you get from it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What is your purpose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And when you are done here,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What would you do then</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or perhaps I don't understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Perhaps I'm just a Savage</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Why don't you care White Man</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Do you not hear the world around you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The very world you conquer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Can you not hear the leaves rusting,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The whistling wind in the whippoorwill </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Does every beast matter to you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Do you find yourself higher than them</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Is the buffalo just a "creature" to you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Without feelings or a soul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Maybe you just don't try to listen</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or perhaps I don't understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Perhaps I'm just a Savage</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">When will you learn White Man</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This world is to be loved,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">To be nurtured</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It was given to all of us:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The beasts, the trees, the man</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">So treat the world not as land,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But as something very much alive</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't cut trees so you can make your iron horses</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">When your cities are everywhere,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And you own the world,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What will the cost have been</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Will you be able to hear or breath</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Will there be anywhere to escape to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Will there be a world left to live in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Or perhaps the White Man doesn't understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Are we truly the ones who are Savages</span><br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-32163803478541035652008-11-08T14:35:00.004-05:002008-11-08T15:14:06.861-05:00Savage?! Part 1<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >My fellow blogger Laurie B. of <a href="http://lauriebethbeggin.blogspot.com/">The Looking Glass</a> posted something truly amazing and inspirational! This is what Chief Seattle wrote to George Washington in response to Washington trying to buy the Native American's lands. I felt I just had to post this!<br /><br /><br />The Great White Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. He also sends words of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him since we know he has little need of our friendship in return. But we will consider your offer. What I say the Great White Chief can count on as truly as our white brothers can count on the turning of the seasons. My words are like stars: they do not set.How can you buy or sell the sky; the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water, so how can you buy them from us? We will decide in our time, but every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every glade and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.We know that the white man doesn’t understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the Earth whatever he wants. The Earth is not his brother but his enemy; and when he conquers it he moves on. He leaves his fathers’ graves behind and doesn’t care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children. His father’s graves and childrens birthrights are forgotten. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind a wasteland. The sight of your cities pains the eye of the red man. But perhaps this is because the red man is a “savage” and doesn’t understand.There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insects’ wings. The clatter insults the ears. But perhaps I am only a “savage” and don’t understand. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the argument of the frogs around a pond at night? The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the wind itself cleansed by the midday rain or scented with pinion. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath: the beasts, the trees, the man. The white man doesn’t seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for days, he is numb to his own stench.If I accept, I will make one condition: the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am just a “savage” and don’t understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a “savage” and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo whom we kill only to live. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone then men would die from a terrible loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.Our children have seen our fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame. After defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet food and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days; they are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on the Earth, or that roamed in small bands in the woods, will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours. One thing we know that the white man may one day discover: our God and your God are the same. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man and his compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The Earth is precious to him, and to harm the Earth is to pour contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your own bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed. The secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by telegraph wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival.We might understand if we knew what it was that the white man dreams, what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights, what visions he burns into their minds so that they will wish for tomorrow. But we are “savages”. The white man’s dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden we will go our own way. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you’ve promised. There, perhaps we may live out our brief days as we wish. When the last red man has vanished from the Earth, and our memory is just the shadow of a cloud passing across the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people, for they love the Earth the way a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.If we sell you our land, love it as we’ve loved it. Care for it as we’ve cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land, as it is when you take it. And with all your strength and all your might and with all your heart preserve it for your children, and love it as God loves us all. One thing we know: our God is the same as yours. The Earth is precious to him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from common destiny.</span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-84495718508531028072008-11-05T12:18:00.008-05:002008-11-05T21:01:24.823-05:00Changes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRjXaefs3j3Z8StzIbBrtSaF66IEx81sfTKx50X_gR76mtJF2Sow1w5ute3kNaS-KplBnKT5lkA1HJeElejj-GTMgwp1i_wA2IXEuD8aS8tkR-80m1VrfRG6PoINHU5jA4QeOPwyA61A/s1600-h/Barack+Obama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRjXaefs3j3Z8StzIbBrtSaF66IEx81sfTKx50X_gR76mtJF2Sow1w5ute3kNaS-KplBnKT5lkA1HJeElejj-GTMgwp1i_wA2IXEuD8aS8tkR-80m1VrfRG6PoINHU5jA4QeOPwyA61A/s200/Barack+Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230627629618130" border="0" /></a><br />WE HAVE WON!!! Obama won the presidency! He won by 7 million votes and 176 electoral votes! To every Republican out there, McCain ran a long and hard campaign, he was a good guy. To all you Democrats, Good Job! I commend anyone and everyone who voted, even for McCain. Your votes can change the world!<br /><br />But now... the election that I held for my new poem! In third was "Life". In second was "Perceptions". And the winner was... "Changes"! So here it is:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">How</span><br /><br />What has become of my world<br />What has become of the leaders<br />What happened to the righteous<br />How could this have happened<br />Can the darkness be turned back<br />Or is it already too late?<br /><br />This world of ours...<br />How did it become this<br />It was once great<br />When people cheered and freedom reigned<br />When war was gone and happiness prospered<br />Why is it gone; where did it go?!<br />Will I ever see the sun shine again?<br /><br />My world is corrupt...<br />It's just a shadow of something great and mighty<br />How will we go back to the light<br />Who are we<br />What are we<br /><br />Is there someone coming<br />Can he turn us around<br />How will he do it<br />Will my world see a brighter future<br />Will he give us a reason to smile<br />It won't be easy<br /><br />Well let me tell you<br />Hope is Coming!<br />It's always darkest before the dawn<br />And the dawn is here<br />He is coming<br />The man who can change it<br />How is it possible...<br />IT IS<br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-25824706500340517272008-10-31T09:16:00.007-04:002008-10-31T13:21:28.475-04:00Boogidaboo!!!It's... it's Halloween!!! The time of scaring, fun, Halloween carols, aaaaaand FREE CANDY!!! Oh the many choices of what costume I could wear. I'm thinking about being a Hobo! Aah hobos, the cream of the crop of our society. Wait a Minute! Uuh Anyway, to celebrate Halloween... I'm doing another Edgar Allen Poe-m! (Iif you voted already, you have to do it again, Sorry!) Make sure to vote! (for a president, too!) BOO!!! I got you that time, didn't I!<br /><br />Onto my Halloween... It's Awesome! First off, I have almost no<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYtDJPNcStq5pOeH6mDE1qxgCw4n5kr5AOptNJ3xwfUdeyWEs3TeYDPgbQdonCzd9Kan2ekepmrptgCO63ZF_oDTBBR0xHSkbC-Y0WD729NeihtV2WYqjN3J-m_NNolMi-bsblTW_Oi0/s1600-h/DSCF8636.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYtDJPNcStq5pOeH6mDE1qxgCw4n5kr5AOptNJ3xwfUdeyWEs3TeYDPgbQdonCzd9Kan2ekepmrptgCO63ZF_oDTBBR0xHSkbC-Y0WD729NeihtV2WYqjN3J-m_NNolMi-bsblTW_Oi0/s200/DSCF8636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263365335738729026" border="0" /></a> school! I'm so ahead that I can take today off! Second, my Mom and I made a totally creepy pumpkin! Here's a spooktacular pic:<br />Oooh ee Oooh ee Oooooooohh! Now that's<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">creepy</span></span>!<br /><br />Finally, I'm in one weird costume! If you know me... I don't dress like this! Actually, I'm dressed as my brother! So this is what I look like now!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipOGCcTrum7cFhsX3kvcq5ln7i1KFXKsOMy8m6fJ1OtWhfKUonnjs-yL-jT14UmtVrQcDWG9O0BOXcYREcfuTitMJhbcdeFXnw-yUoZHf_BpMWKNLzErY4zYb0wCWhBN2uGTjPz85JD0/s1600-h/DSCF8638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipOGCcTrum7cFhsX3kvcq5ln7i1KFXKsOMy8m6fJ1OtWhfKUonnjs-yL-jT14UmtVrQcDWG9O0BOXcYREcfuTitMJhbcdeFXnw-yUoZHf_BpMWKNLzErY4zYb0wCWhBN2uGTjPz85JD0/s200/DSCF8638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263367508278169186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUlQy4UioFw3U5njr-_q4U2_ndtZfU5_6j1SSJ-B78wEQ4SlaQWl_az_MdBP-GWsFtRvfWJfdYQbCizqUT-Rw9cYNQ8KOvm5D-8SsoJk4UdF2jtoP6g1aUx_J0LXDeydyEaCEyWep2t4/s1600-h/DSCF8640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUlQy4UioFw3U5njr-_q4U2_ndtZfU5_6j1SSJ-B78wEQ4SlaQWl_az_MdBP-GWsFtRvfWJfdYQbCizqUT-Rw9cYNQ8KOvm5D-8SsoJk4UdF2jtoP6g1aUx_J0LXDeydyEaCEyWep2t4/s200/DSCF8640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263367762946711778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlFBYR-iOi0-PK8eI3SLa9r1DMK0vXQoGBlM7-tzWa8LncGCp0XR5w4petbrca6nwSbp7l9JuVWNe8ICfotcZpPkdJBa6uSbDeKVhrd1Accwq1pijJ0dQcEAjmfGc9qGTrnvWD1Py9MU/s1600-h/DSCF8644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlFBYR-iOi0-PK8eI3SLa9r1DMK0vXQoGBlM7-tzWa8LncGCp0XR5w4petbrca6nwSbp7l9JuVWNe8ICfotcZpPkdJBa6uSbDeKVhrd1Accwq1pijJ0dQcEAjmfGc9qGTrnvWD1Py9MU/s200/DSCF8644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263368829359411586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have a happy Halloween!!!</span></span><br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-10996392727690647642008-10-27T20:57:00.003-04:002008-10-27T21:15:20.864-04:00It's Here!Weeeeeell, I got a <span style="font-style: italic;">mysterious</span> package a couple of days ago. I had no idea who sent it or why. But to my surprise... Rocki sent me a care package! I cut away at the box to fiiiiind... a box for a ceiling lamp! My mom said that Rocki told her she was sending something, but it wasn't a lamp. Ooooooohh, I really wanted a lamp! So, I cut at this box too, and I saw all of this!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_m5lfaHGNSCGDWBobovYZIUPAg9rSyYhCr7nD0dbPIWdtLRTLiY2jxZQLpiPXw04ZNcbI9qDVCx4HE3jhdXAlv0wUj5prQZJGE95I_gOXawTS4grE29rha9su7AaUkvDesXhph6boAU/s1600-h/DSCF8413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_m5lfaHGNSCGDWBobovYZIUPAg9rSyYhCr7nD0dbPIWdtLRTLiY2jxZQLpiPXw04ZNcbI9qDVCx4HE3jhdXAlv0wUj5prQZJGE95I_gOXawTS4grE29rha9su7AaUkvDesXhph6boAU/s200/DSCF8413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262005361656556562" border="0" /></a><br />In case you can't see everything, I got: A Halloween PEZ (candy dispenser), tons of postcards, an Arizona cap, a pet rock (named Debi!), and a deck of Arizona playing cards. That was a mouthful! But anyway, thanks to Rocki for sending me all of that! Oh, and Debi says Hi!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_m5lfaHGNSCGDWBobovYZIUPAg9rSyYhCr7nD0dbPIWdtLRTLiY2jxZQLpiPXw04ZNcbI9qDVCx4HE3jhdXAlv0wUj5prQZJGE95I_gOXawTS4grE29rha9su7AaUkvDesXhph6boAU/s1600-h/DSCF8413.JPG"><br /></a>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-1492667475405884292008-10-26T12:20:00.007-04:002008-10-26T21:40:39.064-04:00Happy BELATED BirthdaysIn this return post, I'd like to celebrate something. Birthdays! My friend Laura had a birthday yesterday! (the 25th) So... everybody join in: ♫Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to Lauraaaaaa! Happy Birthday to Yoooooouuu! HOORAY!!!♫ And there was birthday a while back, Catherine's! I know it might have been on the 14th, buuuut... it's not too late in my book! After all, it's the thought that counts! And then there was ANOTHER Birthday! However, no one remembered! I'm not saying who, but I eeeeeerr... he was very disappointed that no one remembered! After all, he was born a month earlier than he was supposed to and his birthday was SUPPOSED to be on the 25th of October! Still don't know who, well here's a hint: he writes a blog, his mom makes jewelery, he goes to online school. If you still don't know, It's Me! And to make it worse... NO ONE EVER MADE ME A CAKE!! YES... THAT IS AN APPLE WITH A CANDLE IT!!! WAAAAAAHH!!! *sniffle*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQO0BuwK9jhHCwM9SE1OkAYpMzV5txe0jXR4YYZVNrAv4ku6RNdKpcTnnSR8CdmZ8miv8zJytMA8vbej89IOOeeqSQ1MbAUDJn6CB6A-KkFCpwH1Fhvy2fZ67S-g0ZMUFO20F91eOV7Bw/s1600-h/DSCF8592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQO0BuwK9jhHCwM9SE1OkAYpMzV5txe0jXR4YYZVNrAv4ku6RNdKpcTnnSR8CdmZ8miv8zJytMA8vbej89IOOeeqSQ1MbAUDJn6CB6A-KkFCpwH1Fhvy2fZ67S-g0ZMUFO20F91eOV7Bw/s200/DSCF8592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261642213380283826" border="0" /></a>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-48623168288256369512008-10-21T14:49:00.025-04:002008-10-21T18:06:22.367-04:00Defending Your Rights: The Conclusive CONCLUSION!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DE9EmN120dmX1VXtf5mdJVzXzreyuvYsmwjNp912yApPwTFjN23heWzpb1ST86XdcLynNhNlhyX7br1rGF1BnBndbmN00L5mehndIcd5sJH9lB0gk32-oRMsi0zbmpZ1aiPVDH6-hDs/s1600-h/DSCF8421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DE9EmN120dmX1VXtf5mdJVzXzreyuvYsmwjNp912yApPwTFjN23heWzpb1ST86XdcLynNhNlhyX7br1rGF1BnBndbmN00L5mehndIcd5sJH9lB0gk32-oRMsi0zbmpZ1aiPVDH6-hDs/s200/DSCF8421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729162602880834" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, it is! That figure really is <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Beary Bear and his Super Striker-Fighter Squadron</span>! We're saved! Oh no! Actually... I don't think it's the time to be cheering just yet! Why you ask? Look in front of you!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniZ59KvvNrWfqIe7xgDVZZO2RVgVnzb1YaSJePz2x3iZYtNTpRBAXPDZAlZi75wPzl55c3Oq-y-GlMeSFNH5S3NlepAkuHiq7QOmIvzmKatx6XDCxRGpVVQIVasi2E94qBaYRAtRC9fY/s1600-h/DSCF8425.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniZ59KvvNrWfqIe7xgDVZZO2RVgVnzb1YaSJePz2x3iZYtNTpRBAXPDZAlZi75wPzl55c3Oq-y-GlMeSFNH5S3NlepAkuHiq7QOmIvzmKatx6XDCxRGpVVQIVasi2E94qBaYRAtRC9fY/s200/DSCF8425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259713267853216626" border="0" /></a>I don't think the striking mob is taking it too well! They seem to be just a liiiittle mad. *CRASH* Aaaaaaaahhh! Run for your lives! *BOOM* Uuuuuuuuuhh<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HsNqpdK1ua06FEdgbZc9FuV-YwdHZ6lmMpS2xQsYIapGS5GxlCcGN8odcQJCX49KJbqWVbuM4BXhOxyTk1rKg_A7hSH6KeLaQ49CZ6UT_QhO272QK9Qn-skKo_D8DO-IsYsXiKvc4mk/s1600-h/DSCF8429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HsNqpdK1ua06FEdgbZc9FuV-YwdHZ6lmMpS2xQsYIapGS5GxlCcGN8odcQJCX49KJbqWVbuM4BXhOxyTk1rKg_A7hSH6KeLaQ49CZ6UT_QhO272QK9Qn-skKo_D8DO-IsYsXiKvc4mk/s200/DSCF8429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259714069887299202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Oh My Gosh! Lizard-Man can't take Godzilla's fury! Looks like this hero is down for the count! Just goes to show you, Godzilla's bite is just as bad as his roar! Oooooooh... I can't look anymore!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYsfqQrzplUg0QiMqG301ZxHD8yjL6lffGEyXSBFnvw8ZJtD7v59Yr9O_a06Dbf9gKVnMchqg79a19nUngbKAfNLMq70Z41AZxNq73WAVQsNUnc1Yud9jNAqwOAgvEqI4AWtGyadKJ-U/s1600-h/DSCF8433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYsfqQrzplUg0QiMqG301ZxHD8yjL6lffGEyXSBFnvw8ZJtD7v59Yr9O_a06Dbf9gKVnMchqg79a19nUngbKAfNLMq70Z41AZxNq73WAVQsNUnc1Yud9jNAqwOAgvEqI4AWtGyadKJ-U/s200/DSCF8433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259714673810373794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now this better! Sonic! Sonic! Crush that little, squishy octopus! Make him feel the PAIN! Although I must say, he needs to lose some weight!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBVhathFGbb4txyqjAef_esFl2uTDS7BotZrM4EsDCm-XnWjKHv1jbbCxdnFCx2qsYvdEYFGFEuD1zTcIRI6pX4_fWU3INDZAQPx_Rj34fx6y6kuq7AiCG0qSyHWtiycdyOHtnUv3Ypg/s1600-h/DSCF8439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBVhathFGbb4txyqjAef_esFl2uTDS7BotZrM4EsDCm-XnWjKHv1jbbCxdnFCx2qsYvdEYFGFEuD1zTcIRI6pX4_fWU3INDZAQPx_Rj34fx6y6kuq7AiCG0qSyHWtiycdyOHtnUv3Ypg/s200/DSCF8439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717252992042322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes! Go Lucario! Stick it to him. Aaaaaah! I said <span style="font-weight: bold;">to</span> him not <span style="font-weight: bold;">into</span> him! Good Job, but not the way I'd do it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaTEsw1FoGE3Fw0MxKEot6_FIUQ3oooawCy30t0xVl_Sc5FLXJllWl90PjdMo-Z49VEYAcDSko3LnPedTJ10cGzGwxKGX0Ma9i23eVPXqx0bDh6uf-5nG1cobU5hzKMVT3U6927DaCb0/s1600-h/DSCF8436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaTEsw1FoGE3Fw0MxKEot6_FIUQ3oooawCy30t0xVl_Sc5FLXJllWl90PjdMo-Z49VEYAcDSko3LnPedTJ10cGzGwxKGX0Ma9i23eVPXqx0bDh6uf-5nG1cobU5hzKMVT3U6927DaCb0/s200/DSCF8436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717922280936194" border="0" /></a><br />Oh man! The strikers have the upper-hand again! I'm really mad! Grrrrrrrr! Beat him with your face, Mr. Hammerhead!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPC_2rU4Tkt5d_V1Do6xW8B_a8XSZA99f9OXDnnil1RmEytycZI2RPGZlRcX-ux6Vnnj9-XH7LOnlFsXIpTeOdto0Xho6mNEreG6eJoUaZCnZroTuOyBN_FY-jJxgcQ3eqQDyOzZE8uw/s1600-h/DSCF8446.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPC_2rU4Tkt5d_V1Do6xW8B_a8XSZA99f9OXDnnil1RmEytycZI2RPGZlRcX-ux6Vnnj9-XH7LOnlFsXIpTeOdto0Xho6mNEreG6eJoUaZCnZroTuOyBN_FY-jJxgcQ3eqQDyOzZE8uw/s200/DSCF8446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259719998297083442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yeah! The good guys (total opinion!) are back in the lead. Peck him! Peck him reeeaaaal good!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-f6AijEf7bKxZZ3SjVYHm2b8awbgraAZpVADxdEYqr3p-a2FnNOkZ13mvo-0Wf1qUja48vwfpC9-_BLr2fDA414v2nyyHcpUGqfknarnYW9sh2wClt4ukx-JqHh-bYedYMKMPYqcZjI/s1600-h/DSCF8451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-f6AijEf7bKxZZ3SjVYHm2b8awbgraAZpVADxdEYqr3p-a2FnNOkZ13mvo-0Wf1qUja48vwfpC9-_BLr2fDA414v2nyyHcpUGqfknarnYW9sh2wClt4ukx-JqHh-bYedYMKMPYqcZjI/s200/DSCF8451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259720749017222402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is it! Beary Bear is getting ready to finish Mr. Ghosty! But wait... is this enough can this finish the strike?! Oh noooo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKWph5-gjE3J9xbyrdAKZLvTggecGyAdB5vx_-y_H05gQVXQ_OXvhPXXp__xYEDAodYgB556E-PY0_pSDehCS1QmQLntcfXpMIvQOrnxbX6Vmr-lVqvu-hl39SzaCBMT0sOZx9FONbPSQ/s1600-h/DSCF8475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKWph5-gjE3J9xbyrdAKZLvTggecGyAdB5vx_-y_H05gQVXQ_OXvhPXXp__xYEDAodYgB556E-PY0_pSDehCS1QmQLntcfXpMIvQOrnxbX6Vmr-lVqvu-hl39SzaCBMT0sOZx9FONbPSQ/s200/DSCF8475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259727770846534002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />He completely missed Mr. Ghosty! What's going to happen?! Will this cruel striker try to finish off Beary Bear?! How will this amazing story end!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">THE END!!!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Just kidding! Hahhahaha... ha ha. Sorry!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJstr32nLn6excGQqRc7g-RSrDBWUCPXD37obNSwk28Srj3yyvK9BKauic-q2PZjEDkM4ltYtj0v2oWmdaHIxQ2WyK1s9hmVxK3yva5lmuzGseai8CeqA7Ci7vt690CNPE50QMFwkrx0s/s1600-h/DSCF8470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJstr32nLn6excGQqRc7g-RSrDBWUCPXD37obNSwk28Srj3yyvK9BKauic-q2PZjEDkM4ltYtj0v2oWmdaHIxQ2WyK1s9hmVxK3yva5lmuzGseai8CeqA7Ci7vt690CNPE50QMFwkrx0s/s200/DSCF8470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259728079745073746" border="0" /></a>Wait a minute! What?! He's... he's... helping Beary Bear up?! Maybe Mr. Ghosty isn't too bad? Maybe there's other ways to settle this, other than fighting? Maybe...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hooray! The strike is over finally! Woohoo! They found out how to end it... COOKIES!!! It's the yummiest kind of peace! Mmmmmm. Yummy! Now everyone's happy! Hey... wait a minute! Did Godzilla just eat a cookie?!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2g7bMi3_760TfRTjyLz8T0-vj8yLPqibqaUJiqlbxcA3ciAjVo4hcIv7YezyN4IqFIig_t9sJ1YNp-g3cx6rieMRM3TYtFAEAZcFT-CdGjh9rd2dluqRD0HQrLXko0aXzh6h__k7sH8I/s1600-h/DSCF8456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2g7bMi3_760TfRTjyLz8T0-vj8yLPqibqaUJiqlbxcA3ciAjVo4hcIv7YezyN4IqFIig_t9sJ1YNp-g3cx6rieMRM3TYtFAEAZcFT-CdGjh9rd2dluqRD0HQrLXko0aXzh6h__k7sH8I/s200/DSCF8456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259728801070593122" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-40908638943177135742008-10-20T14:58:00.011-04:002008-10-20T16:26:26.100-04:00The Story of a Lifetime!Wait a Minute! I see who it is! That figure is... is <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Beary Bear and his Super Squadron</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">*We interrupt this broadcast for a special bulletin*<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It seems like resident Joshua has been tagged by his mother, Sharon Henry of Mana Moon Studios (visit <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://manamoon-studios.blogspot.com/">blog</a> for more information). In this exclusive report, we'll hear his innermost secrets! We're going to the press conference right now.<br /><br />"While it pains me to give away these secrets, I have been tagged and it's the honorable thing to do. And so, here are my secrets:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />1. First and foremost, I drool while I sleep. You wouldn't believe the pools of spit that I can leave on my pillow!<br /><br />2. I won the Presidential Award for Outstanding Academic Excellence when I was in 5th grade! It had a letter "from" the President saying that I was given the award for extraordinary achievement! I'm still so happy when I think of that day.<br /><br />3. I've moved a <span style="font-weight: bold;">WHOLE</span> bunch of times. I'm in 8th grade and I've lived in 7 places and 3 states!<br /><br />4. I've been to Disney World and Universal Theme Park more times than I can count. My Dad loves going there and it's convenient because my grandpar</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ents live there, too.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgC3lfhUb1R45E6ehsqvNrXFloFBEXENr9D4hNhGqKl11Vh0-xqoHZSprrvqV3D4v3vbUxt71NSiAMnmsNO53fFaXbL1WMYOPxyhvNpKlsoyZYY6jM20M8iBX_NS_sTnFCeuBlMXyORcI/s1600-h/Inky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgC3lfhUb1R45E6ehsqvNrXFloFBEXENr9D4hNhGqKl11Vh0-xqoHZSprrvqV3D4v3vbUxt71NSiAMnmsNO53fFaXbL1WMYOPxyhvNpKlsoyZYY6jM20M8iBX_NS_sTnFCeuBlMXyORcI/s200/Inky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259334355967793458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. I had a cat who died. The story is: we lived around a bunch of farms, and one time we decided to visit one. Well, we saw some kittens being neglected, so we adopted the</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">m. That's how we got Inky, QT, and Teeters. All the kitties were precious, but I took a loving to the one that I named, Inky, who was named that because it looked like he had ink splattered all over him. No matter how many cats we got (5 in all), I always loved Inky the most. When Inky grew up, he became aggressive to the other cats, so we gave him to my Dad. Every time I visited my Dad, I could see my favorite little kitty in the world. Until, one day, Inky was outside on a leash (he was being bad). Well, Inky tried to climb up a tree, but when he jumped down... the leash got caught on a branch and he hung himself</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. But no matter what happens, I'll always miss Inky the most. I'll always have a special place in my heart for Inky, the greatest kitty the world has ever seen!"<br /><br />This reporter has never felt so sad! *sniffle* That boy will never see his favorite cat in the world ever again! It's so saaaad! Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-41001640165724431892008-10-19T14:39:00.012-04:002008-10-19T16:59:10.197-04:00Defending Your Rights! Part 3 #2Sshhhhhhhh... Wha Sssshhhhh... Signal... Sshhhhh... Wait, we're back on?! Okay, okay! If you saw my last broadcast you know that the strikers have just formed some kind of wild striker army! But a lot has happened while we were off the air. They seem to have divided into smaller angry mobs! Each mob is attacking a part of Housetropilis! We have to get closer!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23sLWTTJ9SYmp52QXP-Z-0yqMiizi6hPr2EIRkaDP8WuIkZdxQQsL2jRW9M6znDSRZjU9lnkBEyfOJxG3XC-Y0DEWkz_xWl0AmN98-cGf5CLRLum_YsWDdxKweFsJ_Io-JKNDx_uX2Yc/s1600-h/DSCF8302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23sLWTTJ9SYmp52QXP-Z-0yqMiizi6hPr2EIRkaDP8WuIkZdxQQsL2jRW9M6znDSRZjU9lnkBEyfOJxG3XC-Y0DEWkz_xWl0AmN98-cGf5CLRLum_YsWDdxKweFsJ_Io-JKNDx_uX2Yc/s200/DSCF8302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258945855281553570" border="0" /></a><br />Oh No! This mob, led by Godzilla, is ripping up Roomville! They're tearing apart an armored tank like it's tin foil! The horror of it all! Why... WHY!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIVs52Wtz3UJLCaDlULkiRlrpIaoCw6mvPltUktIU-__DlkpKJEb5hyphenhyphenQlsLvDhL6IRhEyA9e2K7853BYa4iYgHqgHlXqfReTj9oCPnyxl0WzbsYHX7-KBYVKG6ZNwz0ewr4iaWoHZuxk/s1600-h/DSCF8311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIVs52Wtz3UJLCaDlULkiRlrpIaoCw6mvPltUktIU-__DlkpKJEb5hyphenhyphenQlsLvDhL6IRhEyA9e2K7853BYa4iYgHqgHlXqfReTj9oCPnyxl0WzbsYHX7-KBYVKG6ZNwz0ewr4iaWoHZuxk/s200/DSCF8311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258950056860318034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aaaahh! This mob is trashing Toilet Town! Those horrible toys, they're destroying all the care products. How will the women live without the vanity products! (Hey, that's my toothbrush!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqy-zK230IOX1Bg_4qdNO45z0xMjMqFrjanAt14OeHwWf0l8AowruSf4B92Ix0XhnrUAKWCVIgjQJB2Ec_iqH88HGmDzSE0s3yxuZ9IO3cPaXsYhyphenhypheniQVUXjLwykB4xfA_ac1ylGsgP0rs/s1600-h/DSCF8314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqy-zK230IOX1Bg_4qdNO45z0xMjMqFrjanAt14OeHwWf0l8AowruSf4B92Ix0XhnrUAKWCVIgjQJB2Ec_iqH88HGmDzSE0s3yxuZ9IO3cPaXsYhyphenhypheniQVUXjLwykB4xfA_ac1ylGsgP0rs/s200/DSCF8314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258953596555142258" border="0" /></a><br />I never thought the little guys could become so violent! They're knocking down all the mini books! And wait a second, is that evil toy pushing of the poor little blue guy off the shelf?! How heartless can you get!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSjs3lg2mk0G5Jz_C_nKUx5tgjQim3fyttNc2VQtoI7QKOX2_6UlQ1070pyVf9tLxwH7yW1majNTCJNbhZtFZVRaBGxPx7EOEgjrfa-_MU-WWT1zUDZUH7uLS9-12paRTw-3jzWiKQ_xI/s1600-h/DSCF8317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSjs3lg2mk0G5Jz_C_nKUx5tgjQim3fyttNc2VQtoI7QKOX2_6UlQ1070pyVf9tLxwH7yW1majNTCJNbhZtFZVRaBGxPx7EOEgjrfa-_MU-WWT1zUDZUH7uLS9-12paRTw-3jzWiKQ_xI/s200/DSCF8317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258956998384757906" border="0" /></a><br />Gasp! I never new Mr. Ghosty was so mean! I can't believe he's leading the mob that's destroying Living-room County! As I say, you don't know someone until they have the chance to join an angry mob!<br /><br />Oh My Gosh! It's... it's too horrible to watch! This picture is not for the faint of hearted.<br />I can't look anymore! Aaaaaaaahh! The<br />horror... THE HORROR!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcjcUoPAvdnhaYnEfn41PdeK1XMlF4RAMl_1dUy-h_QX5mRXwhIngmKZClz3wnOz0PE6aoiSYYeBrIr4g4L4d6A91cOkdPvWpcTYzjvNqtkeou-FadP5Sbgau9s6tnyqev5gSj7mB8dg/s1600-h/DSCF8324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcjcUoPAvdnhaYnEfn41PdeK1XMlF4RAMl_1dUy-h_QX5mRXwhIngmKZClz3wnOz0PE6aoiSYYeBrIr4g4L4d6A91cOkdPvWpcTYzjvNqtkeou-FadP5Sbgau9s6tnyqev5gSj7mB8dg/s200/DSCF8324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258972234755636066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br />Is their anyone here who can save us from this horrifying<br />mayhem! Wait a minute, what's that in the distance. I can't make it out, but...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqLhQphSxWVo5CwoFXnhouQHdpE2VlZzwbmRN2Z4HCURjNOg-z_I8dCZ4ZMjKLpiqJbmSDZcI64sJYlyNGYgh4u5OzTXRqqOMjllU7yM3tPThYhgRfbdvueeo_isaRgEVnHT-OCz1H-8/s1600-h/bearybear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqLhQphSxWVo5CwoFXnhouQHdpE2VlZzwbmRN2Z4HCURjNOg-z_I8dCZ4ZMjKLpiqJbmSDZcI64sJYlyNGYgh4u5OzTXRqqOMjllU7yM3tPThYhgRfbdvueeo_isaRgEVnHT-OCz1H-8/s200/bearybear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258970429369172882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To Be Continued!!!</span><br /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-91477248130866778482008-10-17T12:15:00.007-04:002008-10-17T14:19:15.526-04:00Defending Your Rights! Part 3<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Extra! Extra!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Read All About It</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">On this issue of Scribbles of an Ancient Soul: The PJ's strike is in it's final moments, and the stuffed animals are going wild. How this dramatic story will end?! The only way to answer that is to go to our reporter on the streets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RCoWDrjmXUc4pNnG5Q5fTqvP2qmdu_KO_a8W1svx4enVKIcHo2A3a24iAg7mpVKNqUfaWMbYJcM1my4-F-1yIHF8CmEYohmbw50JS27h5n5wCPysVbzzoZpMPM5Xt96iQFDx9HzBq1o/s1600-h/DSCF8294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RCoWDrjmXUc4pNnG5Q5fTqvP2qmdu_KO_a8W1svx4enVKIcHo2A3a24iAg7mpVKNqUfaWMbYJcM1my4-F-1yIHF8CmEYohmbw50JS27h5n5wCPysVbzzoZpMPM5Xt96iQFDx9HzBq1o/s200/DSCF8294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258168855137274034" border="0" /></a>Mr. Skeleton has been striking today! But nowadays he goes by the name, Mr. Ghosty. It seems like he's so hungry, he's past dead, he's dead dead! This is an example of what happens when it's too late to save a toy. He's past the point of no return! Sad, isn't it?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqYgdcxNPZQxziBwzgWFdlKAb5bUOjEIp3adwVVFhxbN1xpvLPQBqqjIKshJaLTRjXjP2o1r8_AQojgzxflPjl6gLz7_Qinf3A0Xnh5Dh8a1taJvqbKTsVMtc9ZI2p1p3fNGvgvIy_I0/s1600-h/DSCF8292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqYgdcxNPZQxziBwzgWFdlKAb5bUOjEIp3adwVVFhxbN1xpvLPQBqqjIKshJaLTRjXjP2o1r8_AQojgzxflPjl6gLz7_Qinf3A0Xnh5Dh8a1taJvqbKTsVMtc9ZI2p1p3fNGvgvIy_I0/s200/DSCF8292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258169760044166530" border="0" /></a>As you can see, food is getting so scarce that people are resorting to extreme methods. This poor striker is being eaten alive by the... PEZ cow! Let me get this straight, a PEZ cow is eating some kind of animal with a bud and leaves fused to his back. It's okay, this reporter is confused too!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyCc6YKDVk7rsUgL12KEZ9z7YFVTASZE7PDZLlN-1ZCeR_De_69g2cTqi42s_jjVzCwL9hSHpl7CyawAsl351LvZj_6iprwKMEaGWptd0L0bViI4PoTGWDu3Cr85NYFSkh3p2Jk8aktg/s1600-h/DSCF8281.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyCc6YKDVk7rsUgL12KEZ9z7YFVTASZE7PDZLlN-1ZCeR_De_69g2cTqi42s_jjVzCwL9hSHpl7CyawAsl351LvZj_6iprwKMEaGWptd0L0bViI4PoTGWDu3Cr85NYFSkh3p2Jk8aktg/s200/DSCF8281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258171475515059026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eyewitnesses have reported that this komodo dragon is on strike for dental reasons. He has no dentist, no toothpaste, and no teeth since the Dragons for Dentistry amendment was taken from the Constitution in 1992. This act was a hard blow to all reptiles out there. Sorry about the poor photo, we're having minor technical difficulties.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BfKvUXfRY4sW2qW5EGDftt9b5LRfN6S7-T-q4iG52mwvT2tVZMt0Y5emgzSKJngCYO66VjfJwfPOYn1z4tgVhBjtQbf2S4khSX5-SxcJZObKLVzEPEGDNNPExtRW9Yca6iuQnbFXC_c/s1600-h/DSCF8289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BfKvUXfRY4sW2qW5EGDftt9b5LRfN6S7-T-q4iG52mwvT2tVZMt0Y5emgzSKJngCYO66VjfJwfPOYn1z4tgVhBjtQbf2S4khSX5-SxcJZObKLVzEPEGDNNPExtRW9Yca6iuQnbFXC_c/s200/DSCF8289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258174956856556130" border="0" /></a><br />This picture brings one word to this reporter's head, Justice! If you read yesterday's issue, then you know exactly what I mean! This penguin was seen yesterday, viciously eating shark bodies. This reporter has heard that it is more gentle nowaday... This Just In! A mob has appeared outside! We're going to our reporter at the scene!<br /><br /><br />This angry mob is... is horrifying to see! This reporter has never seen so much destruction! It's absolutely Shhhh... What's going Shhh... on Shhhhhh... My Go... Shhhhh... Aaaaaa Shhhh... aaaah Ssshhhhhhhhhh!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut42REMXBIcsQoJzJzPcgQkD_UnlSbmtAaSAnwG97hu0lThT-tvphEAVGlow3ZfBvo1Q5yDwueEF7EuDGm96TKiXUIdFOdBomJi-Rwbfkb-_2_cO01UCErl1rzcEFeycQHVV1JabyUU0/s1600-h/testptrn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut42REMXBIcsQoJzJzPcgQkD_UnlSbmtAaSAnwG97hu0lThT-tvphEAVGlow3ZfBvo1Q5yDwueEF7EuDGm96TKiXUIdFOdBomJi-Rwbfkb-_2_cO01UCErl1rzcEFeycQHVV1JabyUU0/s200/testptrn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258188105494421234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Sorry, We're Experiencing Technical Difficulties!</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-4810115958378547292008-10-16T12:29:00.011-04:002008-10-16T16:16:14.935-04:00Defending Your Rights! Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBN_DNMP9gdQ5ofXkaKN3wJgz_j1FsCre0I2wbNx7nnDaTWJ1S-D6Q4sfZIABjh07fAUiuI5hfXOR-pxGzVNZCiXI_ZoaBBx1b8lSY-Eg2KPlTs9MOtMwBi7xt-ezRGLvEtCv0-gg1Xpg/s1600-h/strike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBN_DNMP9gdQ5ofXkaKN3wJgz_j1FsCre0I2wbNx7nnDaTWJ1S-D6Q4sfZIABjh07fAUiuI5hfXOR-pxGzVNZCiXI_ZoaBBx1b8lSY-Eg2KPlTs9MOtMwBi7xt-ezRGLvEtCv0-gg1Xpg/s200/strike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257842879443374370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It seems like my striking has inspired my stuffed animals to start protesting. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm putting an entire strike force together! </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Everyone one of them is standing up and backing the cause! Even Godzilla is backing me up. But the right to stay in PJ's isn't the only thing they're protesting about.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Y8ZK-GSLgG3a1IJ5VHKqdvsWLVOpX9jHcGxbcxKvsY1BI0hBRNLk4QcCcIzmHhYGskxSqYGFl15tpHkYB1kQPKbmgLbVF43oYM4NtIZHMv2Nw69RYNTFcJONw9JuVGVXDMrMVmR-3WI/s1600-h/DSCF8282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Y8ZK-GSLgG3a1IJ5VHKqdvsWLVOpX9jHcGxbcxKvsY1BI0hBRNLk4QcCcIzmHhYGskxSqYGFl15tpHkYB1kQPKbmgLbVF43oYM4NtIZHMv2Nw69RYNTFcJONw9JuVGVXDMrMVmR-3WI/s200/DSCF8282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257793072400239410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">First of all, you have to know that</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> they live in a big dump. The house is miserable, disgusting, and an absolute pigsty. This place doesn't have electricity, water, heating or even indoor-plumbing! It's... it's... uuuhh I think you get the point now.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzupNAlYcdkZLCbwDNHdnWT70zwRA4xvrz3VubDZEwxtRpW30nTYTEe9RLKxFPPyKb2wm18AuqN9hWsfRmqyNMp73WAnChL2C8plbA29OsF1QsDA1cmttzAvn9WXjOcWLhAvx7CB6yUc/s1600-h/DSCF8267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzupNAlYcdkZLCbwDNHdnWT70zwRA4xvrz3VubDZEwxtRpW30nTYTEe9RLKxFPPyKb2wm18AuqN9hWsfRmqyNMp73WAnChL2C8plbA29OsF1QsDA1cmttzAvn9WXjOcWLhAvx7CB6yUc/s200/DSCF8267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257795052244783538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Next is Mr. Skeleton. He's on strike because he hasn't eaten in years. Mr. Skeleton so hungry that he's past skin and bones, he's just bones! Please support our cause, help Mr. Skeleton get something to eat.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRHXpfat3-n7y2pjNPxrRI51mfXgky-nKpLT_ltqIfAWdZEeObaeekb00BoJAsC6K0upyWINDIRU8T8OdJaWX9tk1JBfuWJTUfZvIq2VY5vdbC0d-5ZZI1YDPmM7Tpzng4RbAk_Jpq44/s1600-h/DSCF8277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRHXpfat3-n7y2pjNPxrRI51mfXgky-nKpLT_ltqIfAWdZEeObaeekb00BoJAsC6K0upyWINDIRU8T8OdJaWX9tk1JBfuWJTUfZvIq2VY5vdbC0d-5ZZI1YDPmM7Tpzng4RbAk_Jpq44/s200/DSCF8277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257798350609280274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>This little pink bunny (or whatever it is) is on strike because the entire balance of nature is off in their dump of a house. Food is eating the people! That vicious marshmallow Peeps is dining on the flesh of the helpless bunny! Before you know it the prey will be eating the predators!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufsE02tfQT_48P8mcPEtoEqzm0-frodiwdJJ9m2ytJMNmV6kxP4yT-U15mY6supWtaQYJCT2LiseGhAvJpi8y4U2WmA_suQ_M3PkARg7yLf1Sn7EemSKnE1oNFBxyVBS9bn4tWCi3gRQ/s1600-h/DSCF8272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufsE02tfQT_48P8mcPEtoEqzm0-frodiwdJJ9m2ytJMNmV6kxP4yT-U15mY6supWtaQYJCT2LiseGhAvJpi8y4U2WmA_suQ_M3PkARg7yLf1Sn7EemSKnE1oNFBxyVBS9bn4tWCi3gRQ/s200/DSCF8272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257845131780455682" border="0" /></a><br />Oh come on! Did I call it or what?! Wow, that is one vicious looking penguin. Look at those beady little eyes, and that bloodthirsty beak! The hunter has truly become the hunted. It just goes to show you that you can never trust a penguin. Heed my warning or you'll end up like this poor, helpless shark.<br /><br /><br /><br />Who else will start striking? Will I get the right to stay in PJ's? Will the protesters meet a grizzly end?! (or not) All these question and more will be answered in the mind boggling conclusion of Defending Your Rights!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525778408393543209.post-62715826432601346542008-10-15T12:37:00.009-04:002008-10-16T16:09:29.072-04:00Defending Your Rights! Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoM5hNU7RhV1LGMJj2oDBY0grfaffwaIZC5vX327u3eP4P991NTi4cKrdjf1Bxh-jw-BBPJStsKTWhZcfxcuqFxhxEmXuR607A_LBkReaiv7iOiM73xtIyKu6gLEHjhfbQZ9XDW-Thp4/s1600-h/DSCF8259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoM5hNU7RhV1LGMJj2oDBY0grfaffwaIZC5vX327u3eP4P991NTi4cKrdjf1Bxh-jw-BBPJStsKTWhZcfxcuqFxhxEmXuR607A_LBkReaiv7iOiM73xtIyKu6gLEHjhfbQZ9XDW-Thp4/s200/DSCF8259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257457364426883602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It's what everyone has been waiting for... the return of my blog! *cheering fans* Thank You, Thank You! And I'm going to come back with a special <span style="font-weight: bold;">three</span>-part post: Defending Your Rights! And to make it even more special, it corresponds with the latest Mana Moon blog. So don't forget to visit the <a href="http://manamoon-studios.blogspot.com/">Mana Moon Studios Blog</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> before reading my post. And so, after watching "Newsies", it made me feel like protesting. What, you ask, am I protesting about. Well, when D came home for lunch at noon, I was still in PJ's. Embarrassed, I began to go upstairs. But then, D jokingly said, "Dressed?! Why get dressed?" I responded with, "Okay, I guess I won't get dressed today!" My Mom then said, "No, only parents don't have to get dressed". I couldn't take their remarks anymore, so I went on strike! The rights of the minor will be persecuted no more! *applause* As you can see, I lost the battle of my dressing rights, but the war is <span style="font-weight: bold;">far</span> from over. Next time on Scribbles of an Ancient Soul: the stuffed animals revolt and have a strike of their own. It'll be comedic, fun-filled, and the ride of a life-time! So don't miss the action packed second part of Defending Your Rights! *Bum, Bum, Buuuumm!* </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11147878180512396616noreply@blogger.com7