Stuff Posing As Meat

Hello, I'm continueing the blog spam. And hearing out some Thrice. Soo good.

Just to get in the groove abit, I'm going to tell you about the 'It'll work this time' principle. I made it up. Yup. But it's relevant. Sort of. Yesterday Josh and Jon and I played some worms. My weapon of choice is my greatest weakness...who could resist the all poweful banana bomb? Anyway, we got down to the last game, on a ridiculous made up map. Jonny had two guys on one side, and I had one on the other. Lots of stuff in the way. So we tried a variety of weapons to hit each other, moving on towards another everythime one failed. Ish. Till we got back to ones that we had already used. It'll work this time. But that isn't enough to warrant a principle. There prolly isn't enough anyway.

So then today in history (sorry guys, but you are pretty much going to be walked through the highlights of history from my mind, cuz it is by far the most interesting class I have, and it takes up at least an hour five days a week...I filter it down for you. Honest) Newton did a quick summary of what each country was thinking after the first world war. His reditions are quite humourous, I assure you. Germany whipped out the schliefflien plan...'It'll work this time.' I like it.

What do you guys think of the nature vs. nurture stuff? It's a psychology arguement About what impacts character more...genes or how they are brought up. I'm pretty sure there is a balance of somewhere inbetween. Neither one is actually right, but neither one is wrong either. There's what I think on that. Hmm. I got lost in an artficial maze. I hope there's something nice at the end.

Distance

So, hello guys. Apologies for pretty much spaming my own blog. Ideas are fleeting and slippery things, and the thought of losing them saddens me.

I have a friend who is going through some carp. Nobody likes going through carp. It smells bad and they might still be alive, and after you are through it all, you too smell like carp. Eww. But it was getting better. It seemed like things would go well. The sunrise on the horizon. But I guess the night had been too short, So the sun went away again, even the light fading from the sky. Yay. Not.

But even before this, I was walking along, and just kind of thinking about how I would raise my kid. Yes, I know, me having a kid should be a long ways away, but maybe that's why the thought of it is so encaptivating. It's like girls and their weddings. They plan it out when they are five, down to every detail. Some of them anyway. I think they do that because it's far away, they like the idea, and one day it won't be so far. That's my extremely uneducated guess. But anyway, parents don't really have a lot of power hey? The first five years or so are theirs, but then the kid goes into the world, even if it is just kindergarten.

Sometimes I just think it would be best to pour everything I know in right away. Or try to. But it wouldn't really work. And if it did, well, kids like to show off what they know. Nobody likes a show off.

Apologies again, because I missed the train. It chugged away in a discussion about warm apple juice and God. This will be continued.

Pour Que?

Hi guys. Quick one question quiz.

Who was the leader of Italy at the end of the first world war?
(I'll even make it multiple choice)
A. Cleamenceau
B. Orlando
C. Mussolini
D. Tokugawa

No cheating now. Why do I ask you this? Because I didn't know the answer, and it was on a test, and...I just wanna see what everybody says really. Hee hee. Oh, history...

So yeah...I also need help. I am looking for an amazing bass (fish) and bass (guitar)...not soo much the fish. The problem is I know nothing about anything that could help me here, so I don't really know what I want. So I can't tell the people who do know stuff what I want, so they can't tell me how to get it, or what it would look like. Expensive isn't always better. I'm musically handicapped. So I cannot help much. *sigh*...

Kyle is making a pretty wicked compy from what I can tell. It'll glow mates. That's right. Glow. It'll be silent and blue and shiny...What more could you want? By the way guys, I've decided I cannot be a nerd. I'm really not very good at it. That's never stopped me before, so I'll probably continue to try, but really...After you are something for so long, you don't know how to be something else. Maybe I'll just continue being a bad nerd... What else could I be? I could go be a paper boy. Sweet eh? I thought so...but not really.

what else what else....My Dad is gone again till friday. He will pretty much be around only on weekends. And this will be for a while. That is how I am a paper boy again. I'm also in the global awarenes group at schoop somehow...and I don't know why. They're talking about trees an environmen demonstrations and such... I'm just sitting there asking why are we doing this? I really don't care about trees. Maybe I'm just not meant to be globally aware. Weren't humans put on earth to tend to it? There's gotta be a balance somewhere in there. I was never good at balancing. Still can't. That's why I cannot hackisack...among other reasons.

It's kind of odd what we find funny eh? I don't get it. Oh well. I'm supposed to make some story about some guy in Brazil. Friday maybe...

College visitor returns to paper.

hey guys...I'm back. Back to the world where school poses as important and consumes everything. But it might be better than square world.

So I left on an excellent adventure saturday afternoon, after a dentist guy made my mouth hurt again, said it was good for me, even though it didn't hurt. Whatever. So Sarah, Graham and I left on our adventure. We didn't actually get there till about 9 or so. Ferry delays, and krisy kreme distractions, you know, that sort of stuff. Mhm. For all who are wondering, Mike is still Mike, and Cronk is still Cronk. They are definately just as awesome as ever. Mike found a replacement of me too. Older, has loads of batman stuff (that he didn't tell mike about until yesterday! Mike was happy...umm, no), may have a skewed veiw on women, according to one, and strives to be the different guy. He seemed pretty cool. He's already heard have my stories though, cuz he's been with Mike a while now. It's weird. It's like, you are watching a movie, then you leave for a minute, and when you come back, someone else is there to, and you try to fill them in, but they already know. It just leads to awkwardness. Yup.

I learned how to play crib too. Badly, but I learned how to play. Anti crib seems like more fun, prolly because it inverts the game. It's different and weird and... well, I like it. What else should I tell you? Oh, and Jon? Remember that mod reduction party we had that time? Well, apparently that dancing is quite popular. I accidentaly started dancing in public, and got an encore. Oops... And not everything is relative, guys. And I'm really bad at arguing points. Err...Viewpoints.

We were at the living waters church in fort langley...rewind. We were at the college, and Michael said he knew the way to living waters. We believed him. Michelle, Reid, Michael and I. He didn't. Somehow we avoided all the major roads, (found mctavish by the way...Cronk started looking for his house.) and got there about ten minutes late. That's what trips are about. If something ridiculous hasn't happened... why hasn't it? I guess some could say it's for bonding...boo.

Then when we got to the church, there was a called for all attractive young adults to stand up. Michael Cronk is the only attractive young adult who heard the call, apparently. They say I can't go to young adults here cuz I'm not old enough. Hey Andrew, we should talk soon. Fix that up good. We had a couple good fight to the deaths...pretty much the summary of amazing. I almost wanted to stay there, knowing I couldn't. I don't and won't fit. Even the transitory square world won't hold the likes of me. It would probably kill him if I stayed there too long. And no, I'm not telling you what square world is. I just don't really want to be back to this world either. But I'm already in...Why? Why is routine so addictive?

Graham, if you ever read this, just to tell you a little bit about poems; they aren't always to be artistic. Or even poetic. Not all poems anyway. Poems express the exact feelings of the poet at the time that they write it. If I felt really emo right now and went and wrote a poem, I would prolly think it is the worst thing ever once I read it when I was in my right mind. Of course, my right mind may be a far cry from anything right and sane. That was poorly presented and out of context. Ignore it. Why are you still reading?

If you say thing that are real, just so that you sound real, does that still make you fake?

This concludes the show
*curtains close*
*exits through the ceiling, of course*

Warm Fuzzies

First I'd like to know who is posing as my blog...I have a guess, but demand a confession. Yup. It would almost be fun to go around and do that sort of thing to people who you didn't know...but only almost because the reactions make the fun. They make my day anyway...

So, I have pretty much the best spy cell ever. So I'm just gonna go off for a while and tell you why I love them. I was at Andrew's training for spy cell leaders...I didn't really pay attention for the first have. I drew some sketchy pen drawings. I've been bad for puns lately. Sorry. And then it wasn't fill in the blanks anymore. There were questions and stuff. Still not taking it seriously, I said ridiculous stuff. It was fun. Then I decided to try it out. I got so into it. The questions were...
What could your spy cell look like?
What could happen in your spy cell that would be amazing?
What could bring about deeper relationships?

It could look like a giraffe, you never know...

So that kinda stoked me for spy cells and such. Walking home, I figured I'd dare a call to Joshua's (I dared last we too, and they pulled the connection out of the wall. You know you're loved when...) and he answered this time. Apparently the talks and stuff have been going really well since I left...hmm. Anyway, Ted came. I think I told you guys about Ted once. He's about a fifteen minute bike ride from joshua's. So that was cool that he was there. Then I heard there were about a million people that I haven't spoken with in forever. Then they let me kind of listen in on their prayer. It was weird, but soo good. And we have have a barbeque type shindig going on next week. I miss them soo much....

And now I'll tell you about Gabe. At least, I think his name is Gabe. It starts with G and has 4 letters...I forgot the rest of it. Josh found his hackisack at long last, so we were just hacking it up at the bottom of the stairs, and Gabe walks by and asks if he can join us. Of course he can. Apparently he is in grade ten and came from Quebec, or was born there at least. And he is pretty amazing at hacking. Everybody has their own style. Josh has his one legged repeat, Cronk has his style...I don't even know what to call it. Mike has his skillz. Gabe has his own too. He was talking about joining a hacki tournament just cuz it would be full of hippies and druggies, and no one would really care who won. They'd just be having fun.

The best part is now we hack lots, and I think it scares some of the teachers. Soo funny. We'll get them in on it one day. You'll see. And be amazed. You know what's really amazing? Juice. Good old many fruits, could drink it all day, juice. My meal regularity and frequency hasn't really been consistent, and I'm pretty sure it's killing me. Your body craves what it needs. Maybe I'll get scurvy if I don't drink juice. Scurvy...such a piraty word. Talk like a pirate day was on tuesday. I didn't really do anything about it. It just was. You think our bodies were designed in the same way that our spirits were? Do you think that when our spirit needs something, that we would crave it? What do they need then? What do our spirits crave?

Life?

I think I've found the next level of nerdom. I got a microphone for compy, and then starting talking to that crazy college kid who used to inhabit the core. It's like a phone, except better.

I'm also reading the screwtape letters. At one point they talk of getting their patients to do nothing, because good thoughts are nice and all, but they don't do anything. I can have all the thought's I want, and I can even put them on the internet for the world to see, then feel good about sharing these wonderful thoughts, but if they aren't acted upon, they come to nothing. I've pretty much been doing nothing...They must have found me. Darn.

Later on in that same book, they speak of what the enemy wants us, their patients, to be. People who rejoice in all creatures, including other people and ourselves. People who rejoice in the birds and the sky. People who, if told by God to go build the best cathedral in the world, would go do it, and then rejoice in it as if someone else had build it. That's so good hey? So I have a new goal in life.

Then Friday night, Andrew said just close your eyes for five minutes and think about a word. Ask God or the Holy Spirit to show you something about that thing. To explain it. Or something like that. So I chose rejoicing, because you don't see a lot of people rejoicing now and days. And if you do, it isn't called that anymore. So I was just kind of chilling there, thinking about it. Have you ever heard that song that goes like 'rejo-o-o-o-ice in the Lord, Rejo-o-o-oice in the Lord, Let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejo-o-o-o-oice'? That was fun. Maybe I should type out more songs. Anyway, that song was going around in my head. So I thought about how if you seek you will find, so a heart goes out to find Jesus, then they come back and he's there in the heart, saying 'hey' or something. And it would be like a party. In conclusion, to rejoice is to have a party going on in your heart. Or something like that that makes sense.

Speaking of Friday, that was crazy! There was this guy who Sarah found outside and brought him in. His name is Ted. He is actually amazing! He's pretty much a ninja, and funny, and just sweet. And...songs were sung. Happy birthday Andrew.

And today we watched Crash. It made me question what was important in life. Deciding that school wasn't up there didn't help my motivation. Or, should I say, my LACK of motivation. My aunt Ella phoned yesterday. She told me I should go into computers and stuff and get rich quick, cuz that's where the money is. She told a story about a guy who used to be their friend, but then made lots of money and doesn't talk to them anymore. She says that's what life is all about.

I disagree. I'd rather think life was about rejoicing in creation.

What do you think life is about??

Words

Hello guys. It's me. The guy who writes most of the stuff you read here. Now that you know ever so well who I am, shall we commence? Sure let's go. Yes, I talk to myself. Some of the best conversations are had that way...Don't interpret that.

I'm learning how to be a leader. I almost think it should not be something that is learned. But then it has to be. But not through classes and stuff like that. Theory is great, but it isn't practical. Think communism. Theory is great.... I think people will follow someone who appears to know where they are going. Once they falter, the leadership might be questioned, but the leader never meant to lead. They were just going to where they wanted to go. Where they needed to go. Then again, I think most people don't know what they want, rendering democracy as silly. So let's move right along.

I wasn't learning to be a general leader though. I was learning to be a spy cell leader. For those who might not know, spy cells are our youth groups mirror of church cell groups, where youth get together and connect and go deep with God and each other. According to what a spy cell is, I'm a lousy leader of such a thing. But people keep coming and people keep talking. Not about anything really...just whatever comes up. Sometimes we try to make stuff happen, but it doesn't always work. There is a small amount of goodness in there though. But it's supposed to be structured and organized and inviting with refreshments and a clear leader and a clear assistant. Heh...I just got an idea. I'll tell you after I finish this thought. I like what we have. It unstructured and anyone can come, and they do. And it's amazing. Now the precursor to the idea: Group discussions work best when the group is together. That's a horrible precursor nd I shouldn't have even said it was one. Some of the best discussion comes out of the end, when we try to collect the prayer requests. Prolly because most people are trying to think, and everybody is listening. What if we starting collecting the requests for the prayer at the beginning of the spy cell and just let it take as long as it needed, around the general area of prayer, but still allowing for some wandering? It might work. It's still in theory.

I've been sort of thinking about words recently. Generally, I think words are meaningless. They communicate the thoughts that go around in the heads of people badly, in english at least. You have to know every single word in the bloody language to be able to express a sliver of what you mean. The only reason people understand each other through that is because we are all trapped in this same mess. A picture is worth a thousand words. And then some pictures are priceless. 1000 words=a picture=priceless. Therefore 1000words=priceless. That's like saying 1000x= infinity. What is x then? It doesn't work. So then let us assume that every word then is priceless. priceless doesn't equal meaningless. Then words aren't priceless because it means they have value, so much value in fact that you couldn't put a price on it if you tried. So much for my view.

God spoke the world into existence through words. James says that the tongue is dangerous. What does the tongue do? It says words. It wouldn't be dangerous if it did something that was meaningless. I thought words were like that now because they are so misused and overused.

How the deuce do you treat words as if they were priceless?

Sourdough Dreams

Hello. This will span most of my evening. As interesting as they are, ha, I wouldn't call them blog worthy. But this one seemed like fun. We had some communion at youth. Mmhmm. And there was definately some sourdough bread that wasn't used or meant to be used. It was all for presentation, from what I can gather. I was given half of it, and just started making it smaller. It was gone before I left the church. There's where the sourdough comes from. Not. Sitting. Well.
By this time, most people have left, and three of us remain on foot: Sir butterface, Darth Cypher, and yours truly. So we started walking along. The sourdough may or may not have kicked in by now. I can blame it for anything. That's the best part. We started talking about dreams and crap. Not like, 'one day I'm going to be an astronaut' dreams, we mean 'whoa it's a monster. I need a sword. Oh, now I have one. Where'd the monster go? Okay' kinda dreams. The fun ones that don't make any sense. I had one a while ago...

I had to go somewhere, and it was far away. So we stopped somewhere and I thought I'd go on a nature walk or something. Thing is, the path just kept going. I'm thinking, 'oh, I'm going to be late. I'd better start running'. So I did. The path was beautiful though. It went to where there was a clearing on one side, pretty much tundra really, and clusters of small trees on the other side. There were mountains in the distance on the tundra side. It was really cold. So I put my sweater on. That I had. Somehow. Eventually I got to the end of the path, and it was a small town in the middle of nowhere. There was a gas station. I went there. I think it was getting robbed. Maybe for ice. I don't know. But there was ice. Then I left and hopped in a military transport. It was like one of tose things that come from star wars and hold th droids, except there were less people inside then droids. It was about the size of a room or something. The military guys were pretty cool. Then I saw my mom's van, then somehow she was driving the military thing. And that was that. Then I had another one...

I wasn't in this one, so it was kind of like a really badly done movie. Like most dreams... anyway, it was dark and there was this girl driving a car around in the middle of nowhere. Thne she pulled up to the house. People who I'm pretty sure weren't in the car before got out and went into the house. They were trying to stop something. Then there was a guy in the house. He was bad. From the car, we could we the silouettes on the windows. All the lights were on for some reason. Every room he left, the lights went out. Then he got to the last room, and was trying to kil a bird or something. So that's what the kids were trying to stop. Yes, they were kids. They failed, and then dissappeared, except for one that got caught by the guy. Poor kid. Then my dad was randomly there, and somehow the whole thing was meant to teach me or the girl (it got a bit hazy) how to back up and park. Poof. Game over.

In Butterfaces dreams, there are recurring characters, such as spiderman. Then we diverged to Optimus Prime. I think Andorra would be a great name for a girl. Jon doesn't. Jon says if I name my daughter andorra, I have to name the next kid OptimusPrime. I guess I'd have to be pretty crafty to get that one past the wife, eh? Slip it in the middle name. Harry OptimusPrime...Oh, poor poor girl... And if you hole your shadow just right, you too can have lego hands.

When I was a kid, we used to have really old game system things. There was one where you run around and random monsters pop up and you always die. If you didn't somehow you got to another thing that kills you. Like a queen or something. I think we also had tennis on it. Why do I tell you of this? Because I blame it for something. Way back when, I think that machine would sketch out and start blinking crap. You know, like smooth clear whiteness, then garbled black mostly with little chunks of red and blue and such thrown in. Pretty much the exact opposite of the white. So, I don't exactly know why I tell you this. I just don't see why I remember this. It might not have even come from the machine. Maybe I made it up in my head. It randomly comes back to memory sometimes. It's pretty weird.

Sometimes when you eat stuff before you go to bed, it makes weird dreams happen. Here we go.

Gregarious

Hello. This is mostly just so I remember that word. Gregarious. Ain't that fancy? I love big words. They make me happy inside. Why? Because they enable a person to speak with the most amazing language that they could say anything in a way that would drop the jaws of all that listened. I want to be able to talk like that one day. Dr. Suess has been an amazing help. One day it'll be all up here and I'll be able to rattle 'Fox in socks' off without a flaw. So you can speak quickly and accurately. Who cares? Go be an auctioneer. They are amazing to, but not in the same sense I'm trying to get at.

Have you seen 'V for Vendetta'? I want to be able to talk like him. Or like Hamlet. Everything you say could loaded or empty. Clearly it takes an amazing mind and a vocabulary that has more then one word (ex. amazing...jeez Werner....) to pull off that perfection of speech.

That's all. I just wanted to remember that word, so as to one day have it engrained in my vocabulary, enhancing the art of the tongue. Hopefully I won't be too old by the time that happens. If it happens. Anyways, carry on mates.

There's a bear coming...

Camping is a great way to get to know a new youth pastor. I'd say what I learned maybe, but then he'd read it. Haha. Jokes. I couldn't say it here now...simply because creating the thoughts that make what I learned into words just isn't working. Too tired. Soo good.

The second day was the best. I felt sort of in that state of limbo, where you're tired but not gone yet. Or maybe that was the first day. Either way it was good. Sang some dashboard songs loud and offkey, lost some chess games, said goodbye to some kids. I guess I'll see them in a couple months. The campout also helped out into perspective that we are in the second tier. When you enter youth, most are pretty young, and the whole thing is built for them to connect with God and some friends. Set up good role models, blah blah blah. The second tier would be when you realize that there are more younger kids than older, so then you ARE an older kid. You start to realize that youth isn't built for you anymore, but you are still there, and really still essential. You ARE the positive role model. I guess age isn't really the only factor...But when has it been? Age should never be the only factor.

For a bit I felt that it wasn't my youth group anymore. Mine was up and leaving. That didn't mean I was. That was just what was happening. So now it's their youth group. And I don't think I'd mind being part of it. To be remembered as someone who changed peoples lives forever? Just by being in a youth group? Well, who could resist mate? Haha. Most of the people leaving couldn't stick around for too long at camp cuz, as said, they were leaving. Thanksgiving should be swell.

The best overall thing though, is that when camping, there is no time. No rush. No crazy schedule to follow. It just goes... Mmm, soo good. We shouldn't have to rush everywhere. But at the same time, we should still be efficient in what we do. What if we had time to think? To do the things we've always wanted to? Sure money might be needed for some of the later, but it really isn't that hard to come by. It's interesting to wonder how it was in the beginning, before we had 'civilization'. Everything was fresh. You could be the first person to have ever thunk that thought just thought. I don't know what I would do if I was then. I'd like to think I would live amazingly. That maybe I'd even make history. If I could make it then, shouldn't I be able to make it now? How do people make history now? How was it made then? Is the difference really that big?

Ready for school? One last year. Last year I tried to treat it as something fun, approaching the whole thing differently. Why not approach it as though it were timeless, as though we were timeless?

Campout

End of summer campout. What could be better? Well, if other people cared maybe...kids working through it. tsk tsk tsk. Money doesn't make it better. So school is starting soon, as everyone knows. This is the worst post yet. Nope. I'm not gonna do it. Not unless it picks up a little and gets more interesting. My mind just isn't here. It's over there, in the shower. That's where I'll be. Maybe I'll sing a song. Apparently everyone sings in the shower, according to tv. Tv is never wrong, right? I can't stand all the rightness, so I just don't watch it. I got this great shampoo. It's strawberry green apple or something like that and it smells wonderful. Well, I think so anyway.

You know what's silly? My sister and brother both know what they are going to do when they graduate, or at least have an idea, and I still don't know and I'm THERE. ish. I've got about a year. All I've got are ridiculous notions of conquering the world...well, more just travelling it. Start a farm in Africa, visit Japan, hippie van across Canada... Solid eh? I'll be ready if I want more education. I'll tell you what my dad says. He says it's better to go into school right away and vacation later because if you vacation right away then it'll be harder to come back to school. You'll always be thinking of the places you went, what you did. You lose focus. That's what he has heard from other people who did travel right away. The other thing he says is take a business course at least. They are everywhere. You have that course you could start your own or something. It would be tres useful he says. Except he said very, not tres, cuz he isn't french.

So then, where do I go? What do I do? Should I be thinking about it? Why? Why not? Too many questions. I go nowhere yet. I do this last year of school. Should prolly thinkabout it, but not too much, because I don't what the future and nop matter how hard I think about it, I still won't know it. Maybe think about it enough to make a backup plan, but just wait for the real plan to come from the guy who IS the future. That could work, right? Depends when he wants to let me in on his plans.

Guess I'll just enjoy myself for now. Goodbye those who are leaving. Those of you still around, we just might have to hang out more. Yup.