I'm alive kiddies, just not blogging much as of late. Even the most plain of lives can become distracting I suppose.
Right now I'm listening to "Judas" by Lady Gaga and getting a hell of a lot of inspiration but of course--no motivation. Oh joy.
I've recently found out a curious little thing and I'm rather convinced now that we're all born in the wrong place, meant to go out and find our paths elsewhere. I don't think we were made to stay in one location. But how do you get out? Where do you go? Well, that's the deep philosophical shit you gotta figure out on your own kid.
Right now I'm excited and pissed all at the same time. Excited because I just found a cavalcade of AWESOMENESS.
And pissed because NOBODY EVER TOLD ME ABOUT IT. So what the hell am I talking about anyway? Canadian. Music. No, I'm not referring to some weird folk music associated with whatever traditions spawn from that country. I'm talking about REAL MODERN DAY SHIT. Canada has some kickass bands and singers, and I'm about to share it with you lucky bastards. If you don't feel like reading the rest of this shitty blog, I've kindly put the names of the people you should look up in bold so that you can copypasta that shit into Youtube.
First girl I ran into was Shiloh. I was hooked onto her after hearing "Can't Hold On". If you like punk rocker chicks, she's for you. She's like the young Avril Lavigne (You know, back in her good days). Definitely look her up.
Next up was Theory of a Deadman. As soon as I saw their fuckin' name I knew they were going to be awesome. Turn out, they're fucking awesome. If you dig bands like Nickelback or Hinder or Buck Cherry, you're gonna love these guys. Rock and Roll bitches. Next guys I found were Marianas Trench. They're a pop rock band, and pretty much run under the same formula that America's pop rock and punk bands do. Nonetheless, their tunes are catchy and fun to listen to. Check them out for sure.
Hedley was another band I found, but I swear I'd heard their song "Perfect" somewhere...Ah well, they kick ass too. I could easily listen to their stuff all day. They're a pop rock band as well. Faber Drive brings more great music to the Alternative Rock genre. You'll be going crazy for these guys as well, and I can't help but sit and wonder WHY I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ANY OF THESE BANDS BEFORE????!!!!
Ahem.
Ten Second Epic. They're cool too and JESUS CHRIST THERE ARE SO MANY BANDS.
IT'S LIKE
IT'S LIKE
I FOUND ANOTHER COUNTRY OR SOME SHIT
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Fuck it I'll just make a list from here on.
LIGHTS Stereos The Latency Cinder Road Suzie McNeil Danny Fernandes Neverest If I find more, I'll add em and put a little * by it. But for now, let's wrap this up with a little THEORY OF A DEADMAAAANNNNN
Orange Juice, a fan, a candle, and a copy of "Water for Elephants". These are the relaxing friends that keep me company at the moment. Sadly, they accompany me inside of a not-so-relaxing place; my house. If I could choose to be somewhere else it would be inside of a coffee shop. A quaint business where the employees know who I am and what I want to drink. Glasses on, a book poised in my hands and the tinkling of dishes in my ear...That would be lovely.
But of course, I won't be inside of a dreamy coffee shop living my fanciful fantasy anytime soon. So I'll just sit here, reading and craving those wonderfully sweet-and-spicy peperoncinis (or Greek Peppers, if you're not fancy like me).
At this point, I've gone brain-dead. I felt all insightful and intelligent while reading but then I just lose it. I should just try to release some anxiety about it.
I took a short break from reading my great novel to research more about Chimerism in humans. Chimerism is a genetic defect where two embryos fuse together and go on to develop a person who has two different genetic make-ups in one body. Basically, a human chimera is someone who carries the DNA of two different people. What's creepy is that this "other person" could have been a twin or sibling who passed away in the womb, and you absorbed their DNA. Your dead sister could be living inside of you...watching...waiting...
So in actuality, maybe I'm not a pessimistic douche. Perhaps I was once the sweetest and quietest little girl you'd ever met, but then my bastard ass evil twin started screwing with my DNA and made me into the stupid jerk I am today. Huh...I'll just use that as an excuse from now on.
What's that? I made a racist remark about you? No good sir, you've got it all wrong! It was my sister you see, her evil genetic soul inhabits my body and has a thing against black folks. No biggie.
...I see it working perfectly.
I don't think that Chimerism has anything to technically do with your mind itself (that's more MPD) but it sounds cooler to think of it that way. But I wonder...Being half black and half white myself, maybe I truly do have two racial sides. People like to equate my positive aspects with my white side and my negative ones with my black side (which is pretty racist when you think about it). Which, I still don't understand. When I get angry, I don't act like a black woman and start squabbling grammar-less nonsense. If anything, I'm a pissy cynical white guy when I'm angry. When I'm happy I don't really see a race in that. I'm just happy. But who knows, I may or may not be part of a dead black and/or white sister.
I can feel the unsettling thoughts.
Since we're already on a disturbing topic, I might as well mention Alien Hand Syndrome. Yeah, I get it. "Wtf do you be reading Michelle?". I read often dammit, don't question what I happen to come across.
Anyway, AHS (Alien Hand Syndrome) is where a person's hand seems to act independently of its owner. For example, your hand could randomly grab things and throw them across the room without you having any control over it. So let's hope that your hand doesn't have a sense of humor anything like myself, because if I was a hand I would totally flip off that burly truck driver who just passed and then laugh in my hand-brain while you get your ass beat.
So yeah, people with this have had their hands do crazy shit. Your hand can even attack you. I really feel sorry for people with this syndrome, because that honestly has to suck. Imagine driving and your dickheaded hand decides to swerve your car the other way. Or even imagine your hand reaching into your swimming trunks at the family pool party and pulling out your junk for the whole family to see.
Yep. AHS sucks. And your hand is forever a troll.
In other news, I'd like to get back to my reading now. I have two novels to finish reading and another one to write. That is, if my evil dead sister doesn't just go ahead and take control of my body and go on an angry dead-fetus rampage.
Yesterday the Most Wanted Terrorist in the world, Osama Bin Laden, was killed by U.S. Navy SEAL's. The news struck a chord with people from many places but none more than the United States. After ten years of one long ass hide-and-go-seek game, we got the man we'd been searching for.
The elimination of Bin Laden is a great success, but it doesn't reverse the evils of what has already been done. While it is true that his death doesn't bring back the people who have died at the hand of him and his followers, I can't help but feel a swell of pride in the success of our capture. I'm proud of our military and intelligence agencies. I'm proud to be a part of this country. To be honest, I'm not celebrating the death of Bin Laden. I feel more pride and exuberance in another successful mission done by our military. I wish to acknowledge not the fact that Osama is dead, but the fact that we truly do have some amazing men and women out there working within our military. The event sparked my interest once more in the work of our military. It reminded me that our soldiers perform dangerous and intricate tasks like these almost everyday in order to ensure the safety of our nation and of our allies. Not only that, but we perform such tasks in the most badass ways possible.
You know that shit you do in Call of Duty? Yeah, they do it in real life.
Honestly, reading about the way the Osama Search-and-Destroy mission went down sounds like something straight out of a movie or video game level. Here's how it played out basically:
Thanks to information collected by the CIA, NSA, and other American Intelligence agencies (as well as useful aid from Pakistan) we were able to pinpoint the location for our military team to strike. Careful planning and training for the operation went into place months prior to the actual assignment. On May 1st Obama gave the green light to execute the operation.
Cutscene over. Mission start.
DEVGRU Navy SEAL's, with the support of Spec Ops Command and several aircraft, fast-roped down from two Black Hawk helicopters into the compound where Bin Laden was located. The SEAL's engaged in a firefight with Bin Laden's guards and successfully neutralized them. It was then time to search the building.
They cleared out every room and eventually found Osama on the third floor. One fatal head-shot later, the terrorist was dead. The SEAL's also killed one of his sons and two of his couriers, along with 22 other men (some who may or may not have been detained) and one innocent bystander. But the mission wasn't over yet.
The soldiers swept the compound for information, taking along any intelligence they could find for further examination. Once that was finished, they collected Osama's body and prepared for extraction.
One team had to call in one of two backup helicopters in order to leave. Earlier on, one of their helicopters experienced mechanical difficulties and had to make an emergency landing. Upon leaving the mission site, the damaged helicopter was destroyed in order to protect classified equipment. Perhaps a flaw, but what would make a more kickass cutscene than our heroes flying off from a successful mission with an explosion in the background?
Nothing.
Oh, and did I mention that none of our men were seriously injured or killed?
