Winston Dies

So I was a child once. I mean, I was even a baby. But I was told I was quiet and socially awkward then too, so I probably wasn't the annoying one in the thunderstorm. But anyway, as a child, I liked to go quickly down things. Mainly those things would be hills covered with snow in the winter time. The most efficient way to do that was on a sled, and the most bestest hill was a dune with a very steep angle.

One of my fondest memories is going very quickly down that hill. Sometimes I would plow into people on accident and it would really hurt them. And uh.. I'd sometimes fall off and er.

Yeah I went down a steep hill quite a few times. That's about it. It was fun and stuff. I should do it again.

There's no moral or lesson to learn from the story, and it's not all that interesting, so here's a random fact about me.

I ragged on Valerie today about having a thing for half the characters in the Percy Jackson series, but I would totally date Ginny from Harry Potter. I have yet to decide if this fact is frightening or amusing.

Also Wheatley's the villain.

Rainbows

As humans, we are obligated to lead sucky lives. Obviously, the level of suck varies depending on each person. Take me for example, I have it terrible. I'm probably somewhere between mundane and melodramatic with my problems. But, granted you don't end up dead or horribly maimed, problems come out with something you learn or otherwise gain.

You see, problems are sort of like thunderstorms. They're loud, consuming, and most of the time we end up wet if we're caught in the middle of them. And there's always that baby who starts crying, and we as humans are programed to loathe the sound of a crying baby. But, as soon as the clouds clear up and the annoying baby is shut up, a rainbow is left behind. This is probably not a good reparation for the baby crying, but if you're the optimistic sort of person, hey! Rainbows.

Unfortunately (and understandably) people like to avoid these problems. It's like driving away from the storm. You're still out of the damn storm and miles away from the baby, but you don't see the rainbow. You get nothing from manning it through the storm. Sure, you're not in the storm, but rainbows are awesome and missing them sucks in its own way too.

To put a face on my metaphor, if it weren't for getting through an issue, I pretty much wouldn't be friends with most of the people that I'm friends with today. Even though that was more of a looking for gold and coming back with diamonds sort of thing, which will be explained later. Much later. Don't bother asking. Please.

One of My Greatest Fears

Many people fear such trivial things as death, heartbreak, and taxes. All of those are inevitable. What I fear is what might happen. Something so terrifying and devastating that I created an entire blog in its honor. My greatest fear is this conversation between me and my first born son.

"Hey dad!" He will say.

"Hey what," I will respond, looking above my future-newspaper.

He'll smile slyly at me and put on his, "I'm sweet-talking you because I want you to buy me something look," and ask me, "Can you buy me a music album?"

"I don't know. What do you want?" I'll ask, wondering what sort of trash is playing then.

"Well, I was thinking some of the older ones.." he'll start, but before he can finish his sentence, I will set my future-newspaper aside, beaming with joy at the success that my son has achieved. My heart will race with pride at the thought of having a son who will carry on the legacy of some of the greatest musical artists of all time. I'll pull up my collection of classic rock artists and show him, naming off all of the Pauls and the Jimis. I'll play samples from Pink Floyd and and the Rolling Stones. I will finish my presentation by rocking out to Free Bird and smashing a guitar for no reason at all. After all this, my son will be standing with a blank look on his face. He will cock his head and say.


"That was all okay, but I was thinking more along the lines of Justin Bieber. He was pretty famous when you were a kid, right?"