James Hauenstein's Blog, page 110
December 9, 2016
Trying To Put A Little Humor In Your Day
Today,as I was dropping off my teenage son at school,I overheard a conversation between aFatherand hisBlond Teenage Daughter.Father, "Did you study for your English exam?"
Daughter, "Dah!"
Father, "OK. What are the vowels in the alphabet?"
Daughter, "ahh...eh...I...oh...you...sometimes?....why? Why Dad? Why are you asking me?"
Father, "Close enough."
A blonde grabbed a large thermosand hurried to a nearby coffee shop.
She held up the thermosand the coffee shop worker quickly came over to take her order.
"Is this big enough to hold six cups of coffee?"the blonde asked.
The coffee shop worker looked at the thermos,hesitated a few seconds, then finally replied,"Yeah. It looks like about six cups to me."
"Oh good!"the blonde sighed in relief."Then give me two regular, two black, and two decaf."
A young woman said to her doctor,"You have to help me, I hurt all over."
"What do you mean?"said the doctor. The woman touched her right knee with her index fingerand yells,"Ow, that hurts."Then she touched her left cheekand again yells,"Ouch! That hurts, too."Then she touched her right earlobe."Ow, even THAT hurts." The doctor asked the woman, "Are you a natural blonde?"
"Why yes,"she said.
"I thought so,"said the doctor."You have a sprained finger."
Blonde: "What does IDK stand for?"
Brunette: "I don’t know."
Blonde: "OMG, nobody does!"
Q: Why can't a blonde dial 911?
A: She can't find the eleven.
Why did the blonde tip toe near the medicine cabinet?Because she didn't want to wake the sleeping pills!!
This is,You Never See Male Dumb Blond Jokes.Thank Goodness Too!I Am A Natural Blond Before I Grew Taller Then My Hairline!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
- Steve Martin -
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Anonymous December 7, 2016 at 6:51 PMThose were the days my brother!!!! I loved being a punk rocker back then! I appreciate this special memory very much!
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Daughter, "Dah!"
Father, "OK. What are the vowels in the alphabet?"
Daughter, "ahh...eh...I...oh...you...sometimes?....why? Why Dad? Why are you asking me?"
Father, "Close enough."
A blonde grabbed a large thermosand hurried to a nearby coffee shop.
She held up the thermosand the coffee shop worker quickly came over to take her order.
"Is this big enough to hold six cups of coffee?"the blonde asked.
The coffee shop worker looked at the thermos,hesitated a few seconds, then finally replied,"Yeah. It looks like about six cups to me."
"Oh good!"the blonde sighed in relief."Then give me two regular, two black, and two decaf."
A young woman said to her doctor,"You have to help me, I hurt all over."
"What do you mean?"said the doctor. The woman touched her right knee with her index fingerand yells,"Ow, that hurts."Then she touched her left cheekand again yells,"Ouch! That hurts, too."Then she touched her right earlobe."Ow, even THAT hurts." The doctor asked the woman, "Are you a natural blonde?"
"Why yes,"she said.
"I thought so,"said the doctor."You have a sprained finger."
Blonde: "What does IDK stand for?"
Brunette: "I don’t know."
Blonde: "OMG, nobody does!"
Q: Why can't a blonde dial 911?
A: She can't find the eleven.
Why did the blonde tip toe near the medicine cabinet?Because she didn't want to wake the sleeping pills!!
This is,You Never See Male Dumb Blond Jokes.Thank Goodness Too!I Am A Natural Blond Before I Grew Taller Then My Hairline!Jim Hauenstein,And,
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
- Steve Martin -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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On my Post,
My Sister And All Special Education Teachers Are Cool I had a Comment I really enjoyed,
Anonymous December 7, 2016 at 6:51 PMThose were the days my brother!!!! I loved being a punk rocker back then! I appreciate this special memory very much!And whomever Anonymous is in this case,I appreciate your Comments.Thank you.
December 8, 2016
Why Should I Die? Chapter 5
“It all started back in May of 2018.” Van Hause begins. “I was twenty years old at the time with no prospects of a future. No job and no money. I couldn't even afford the tuition to go to a Technical School to learn a trade.” “I was walking from store to store, in what was once called a strip mall, filling out applications and leaving resumes at each one. Out of the blue I received a cell phone call from my soon to be wife, Natalie. My High School sweetheart.” Jonas looks around and ponders how most of the Trustees are younger than he is, but still says, “Most of you remember cell phones I'm sure.” Continuing his narrative, Van Hause articulates, “She wanted to tell me something that was very important to her, and yet, she was tentative about saying it.” “She relented to my pressure though and told me; I have wonderful news for you. I'm calling to let you know that I'm pregnant.” “That was my only child, my son Allan she was talking about.” “I was so happy hearing the news, that I remember thinking to myself, things were going to turn around for me now.” Jonas pauses his story so he can smile as he reminiscences about those days with his wife and child. “With the elation of having a kid overwhelming my thoughts, right then and there I asked Natalie to marry me. Of course, as all of you know, she said yes!” “What has this to do with your proof!” Demanded an outraged Mr. Chang. “Is your proof to bore us to death?” Before the Chairman can answer, his friend stands up, takes a few steps towards Chang in anger and shouts, “You damn conniving puppet of Trustee Paley. One more interruption by you and I'll come over to your chair and show you how effective a punch in the mouth can still be in this day and age!” “Thank you Peter.” Says a smiling Van Hause. “I don't believe that will be necessary, but let’s keep our options open just in case.” The Chairman continues with his narrative by saying, “At first I was so, so happy about becoming a father and husband, that I thought of nothing else. But the more I did think about things, the more I began to panic! How was I supposed to take care of a wife and child with no future before me?” Mr. Van Hause didn't expect or wait for someone to answer. “Then something happened that sent me on the road to riches!” “I was crossing a street in the busiest part of a city once called San Bernardino, when a drunk driver came swerving over to run me down. A man in his early twenties jumps out of thin air and rescues me from getting plowed over by a black SUV.” Charles Paley thought about interrupting at this juncture, but saw Peter Blakely from the corner of his eyes watching him. So he stays silent. “To say, at the very least, that I was shaken by the experience, is an understatement. I looked up and saw the SUV speeding down the street, never stopping to see if I was OK. I never did see the driver or get the license plate number either. After calming down, I thought about thanking my savior, but he was already half a block away running in the same direction as the car which almost hit me. After that I thought that was the end of it.” “I was wrong. Three years later almost in the exact same spot where that car tried to run me over, the same man who came out of nowhere to save me, is now confronting me, saying how this is all wrong. He has to make things right. He kept saying that he had changed time and that he has to change it back!” “Lucky for me, I was in pretty good shape back then. Probably from all the walking I was doing from being unemployed for three years while taking laborious odd jobs to pay the bills.” “He lunged at me with a knife! Thankfully I was able to subdue him, without getting hurt, while another person passing by called the Police.” Jonas takes a sip of water, smiling to himself, before he says, “It wasn't long afterwards, when he was in custody, that he starts spouting outlandish statements of how he is from the future, that I wasn't supposed to be alive, and that the only way to set things straight was to kill me. Of course at his bail hearing the Judge refused to set a bond amount so he could be held and evaluated by a county psychologist! He never left that facility. In fact, he is alive today and still housed at the old San Bernardino Psychiatric Hospital for the Criminally Insane." Whispers can be overheard from the far reaches of the Board Room and teleconference messages are being relayed by implants from brain to brain, as the Chairman's opponents try to block him from listening in. “Yes, the same Hospital I donated a million gold units to over the years. That money has bought me his continued captivity even when he was evaluated as sane!” Now all the Trustees are on the attack with their private nano-armies, except for Peter. The old man has admitted to a criminal act of keeping a person hostage for his own benefit. They all start searching their law data base on kidnapping and hostage taking, hoping to find how these facts can take down Van Hause in a Court of Law! “It wasn't until I was asked by his attending Psychologist, who I found out later wanted to write a paper on his patient, that I had my first conversation with Nestor Biryani.” “I recall the initial title to the Psychologist's paper; ‘The implication of the confused mind when that person saves someone, then is obsessed on killing the person he saved’.” “It was never published though, as I became quick friends with the Political forces controlling the hospital. Once, I started donating those large amounts of money.” “Before all that happened, the Psychologist wanted to see how Mr. Biryani would react if I came in, talked to him, and showed him that I wasn't the monster he imagined I was. But a real human being!” “I don't know what it was, but after talking to him, I knew Nestor was telling me the truth!" Outside the Board Room, the attacks intensify. Inside, only moans, groans, and whispers, are heard from his opponents. Which is everyone now except for Van Hause’s two friends. “I got the opportunity to ask him, when the Psychologist suggested I speak to Nestor alone; Why should I die? I have a wonderful wife, a beautiful child, and I deserve the right to watch him grow up!” “Then with a lot of anger, the questions I had for him came pouring out!” “What kind of person would believe some nut off the street saying my death would make the World a better place? A better place for whom? Surely not my son's, nor my wife's! Surely not for me! Then, why should I die?” “What person in their right mind would want to commit suicide, not having lived a life of his own, before believing things would change for the better? Think of all the life experiences I would miss out on not being here. Think of all the joy of seeing my boy become a father of his own. Think how devastating my death would be to my wife! Why should I die then?” “I remember grabbing him by the neck collar, when I started asking; What would be so damn different if I wasn't here? Would there be universal peace the next day across the globe? Would violence, torture, and killings from one human being towards another cease to exist? Would prejudice stop? Would hatred? Would greed? Would crime?” “I if didn't exist today, would all the warfare going on right now stop? Would all the future confrontations between Nations be settled by peaceful negotiations?” “No,” was all he said.” “I almost screamed at him then. Why should I die?" “After calming down, I asked him; What special event happened in the year twenty-twenty-two that was changed since I'm alive?” “I knew I had tricked him into thinking that the year 2022 had passed by because he thought about it for a while and then said; All I can think of is, United States Soccer Team won the Men's World Cup!” “I had a hearty laugh at that! Do you remember the old United States? We were not very good at Soccer and it wasn't a very popular sport in the country either!” “When the time came though, I did bet all the money I had, seven hundred fifty dollars, on a fifty to one chance that the U.S. Soccer team would win it all!” With Jonas smiling he tells everyone, “I knew, after collecting my winnings, that I had become rich. I realized what a gold mine I had in Nestor. That I could know the future!” “I knew what I had to do. I convinced the Psychologist to let me talk with Mr. Biryani once a week. He could use my sessions with Nestor and any information we talked about in his paper. He was planning on publishing it in, The Psychiatric Journal of Modern Medicine. He thought he would become famous, but I became wealthy faster!” “Nestor on the other hand, at first thought he was convincing me that my death would change things. Back to what he thought would be normal events. Not understanding that the cause and effect he set in motion when he saved my life did not change our world universally all at once. But started a sequence of events from a fixed point in time, expanding from there in a cone shape. Until we have the world we live in today!” Now the interruption comes from his friend. “He didn't understand he was feeding you future events?” “No my friend.” Jonas answers. “He didn't understand that at all. Even though he did alter the way some future events were going to come out, most of the things that we talked about in our sessions still happened! Most of the time he talked in grandiose terms of beautiful things to come, which he now believed would not happen because I was alive!" “Then why couldn't you have prevented the destruction of five of the most populated cities of the World?” Questions Peter. “All the horrible future events came as an afterthought to him. He would say things like; Maybe it is good that I saved your life. In my time line, on this coming Friday, North Korean terrorists would have simultaneously set off small Nuclear devices in New York, Beijing, Moscow, Paris, and London if I hadn't changed the future. He never warned me about devastating events like that until it was much too late!” “Did you ever ask him?” Requests Peter. “Of course I asked him! On more than one occasion too! If something terrible was going to happen soon, he would never mention it until it was much too late!” “He only wanted to talk about events that were in his mind, important, beautiful, and for the betterment of mankind. I imagine he thought, this was the only way to convince me that my death was important.” “Did this Mr. Biryani ever realize over time what kind of information he was feeding you?” Asks Peter. “Did he ever try to deceive you?” “Yes he did. Later on I had to learn how to trade information for information, trade the kind of food he liked for information, anything he wanted but his freedom for information.” “What do you mean exactly?” Asks Peter. A little confused on why this Biryani fellow would keep on talking all those years. “Anything he wanted except for his freedom. What other leverage did you possess over him?” “I told him, I knew who his Father and Mother were, where they live, and how easily it would be to have one of them disappear before he was born! After that, how easy it would be to have him killed and that this version of him would simply disappear!” That was it. The final straw, thought Chang. He tries to communicate with Charles Paley but he is blocked from his cohort while Paley talks out loud to Van Hause! “Why would he go back in time to save your life?” Asks Mr. Paley calmly. “It is painfully obvious that you have treated this poor fellow like dirt since his captivity. Less than dirt I would say. Wouldn't he have known this ahead of time?” Jonas looks to Mr. Paley, surprised by his calmness, wondering if he already believes him. Then answers, “He wasn't there to save my life per se. He wanted to save his Grandfather from running me over, fleeing the scene of an accident, and eventually going to jail for Vehicle Manslaughter. He told me it started a spiral of violence within the family after his Grandfather lost his job by going to jail. The Grandfather blamed the family for all of his problems.” He pauses here for a moment, surprised how intently Mr. Paley seems to be listening. Continuing, Van Hause says, “Did you ever hear of the cycle of violence, from one generation to the next generation in a family? Where one or more Parent is violent and abusive against their offspring. Then, when those offspring grow up and marry, having children of their own, they abuse their own children. And so on.” “Nestor Biryani believed, if he could stop his Grandfather from running me over while in a drunken stupor, his Grandfather wouldn't be as abusive to his son, Nestor's Father. Which in turn would stop Nestor's Father from being abusive to him and his Mother.” “Actually, Nestor's Mother was beaten to death by his Father in a horrible drunken rage when Nestor was about ten years old. He actually wanted to save his Mother from this fate.” “To answer your second question, right now as we speak, a young twenty-one-year-old Nestor is preparing himself to go back in time from the Tempus Project's Time Machine this company has already developed, without the knowledge that he has already change the time line!” “Who sent him back the first time then if you were not alive?” Peter asks. “My son.” Jonas says sadly. “In the time line that Nestor speaks of, my wife and my son don't die in a two car accident on a snowy mountain road!” A strange look crosses Jonas Van Hause's face. “I'm not sure if you would call that a paradox, but my family would grow old, my son would get married, and he would have children of his own if I die at the hands of Nestor's Grandfather while he was drunk! Because I lived, they died from a different auto accident!” “That's all very interesting.” Chimes in Mr. Chang, then angrily adds, “But I doubt anyone here is actually believing these prevaricating statements your trying to hand us. All you're trying to do is stop us from removing you as C.E.O. with a bunch of lies! You're trying to stop us from attacking your Red Nano-Guards! You're trying to stop us by distracting our attack with this outlandish story so you can have the upper hand and destroy us all!”
This is,The End Of Chapter 5,The Rewrite,By,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
- Robert A. Heinlein -
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December 7, 2016
My Sister And All Special Education Teachers Are Cool
On one of my recent walks with my second oldest daughter,part of our conversation was about the time I was playing bass in differentRock Bandsduring the1980s.The subject of,"What is my proudest moment as a musician,"came up.You would think it would be composing music good enough for all theBandsI was in,that they would want to play them live.Most people might think it was performing in front of anAudienceof hundreds of people.Or being on stage with other notable groups like,"Dark Facade""Al Pike Blues Band," and the"X Cleavers."Groups famous in theMidwestduring the 80s.But I bet most would think it will be the old saying,"Sex, Drugs, and the Rock N' Roll Lifestyle."That part automatically comes from being a musicianand what I can remember of it,it was a lot of fun.The real truth is,it had nothing to do with being in a band.MySister,who is aSaintin my eyes for the kind of work she does,is a"Special Education Teacher,"and has always been one since the day she finished college.If you don't know what aSpecial Education Teacheris,theOccupational Outlook Handbooksays,
"Special education teachers work with students who have a wide range of learning, mental, emotional, and physical disabilities. They adapt general education lessons and teach various subjects, such as reading, writing, and math, to students with mild and moderate disabilities."www.bls.gov/ooh/Education-Training-and-Library/Special-education-teachers.htm
Well,one day during class,one male student,who was definitely aPunk Rocker,with thePiercingsand Spiked Haircutand all,started being argumentative to mySisterin an aggressive manner.Knowing he was assigned to her class because of violent tendencies,she had to figure out a way to reach him,so he would be willing to learn.Since I was in a band,at the time,calledPolitics,and we played songs by notablePunk Bandslike theSex Pistols,mySistertold the student all about meand how she would go to my shows to see me perform.She even played recordings of the music I wrote in her class.ThePunk Rock Studentsaw mySisterin a whole new light after thatand actually thought she was cool.She told me he became a better student because of it.That my friends,is actually my proudest moment of once being a musician.Because of it,I helped mySister,and in an indirect way,I helped one of herStudents!
This is,My Sister And All Special Education Teachers Are Cool,Jim Hauenstein,
And, “When you study great teachers... you will learn much more from their caring and hard work than from their style.”
- William Glasser -
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"Special education teachers work with students who have a wide range of learning, mental, emotional, and physical disabilities. They adapt general education lessons and teach various subjects, such as reading, writing, and math, to students with mild and moderate disabilities."www.bls.gov/ooh/Education-Training-and-Library/Special-education-teachers.htm
Well,one day during class,one male student,who was definitely aPunk Rocker,with thePiercingsand Spiked Haircutand all,started being argumentative to mySisterin an aggressive manner.Knowing he was assigned to her class because of violent tendencies,she had to figure out a way to reach him,so he would be willing to learn.Since I was in a band,at the time,calledPolitics,and we played songs by notablePunk Bandslike theSex Pistols,mySistertold the student all about meand how she would go to my shows to see me perform.She even played recordings of the music I wrote in her class.ThePunk Rock Studentsaw mySisterin a whole new light after thatand actually thought she was cool.She told me he became a better student because of it.That my friends,is actually my proudest moment of once being a musician.Because of it,I helped mySister,and in an indirect way,I helped one of herStudents!
This is,My Sister And All Special Education Teachers Are Cool,Jim Hauenstein,And, “When you study great teachers... you will learn much more from their caring and hard work than from their style.”
- William Glasser -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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December 6, 2016
The Walk by Stacie Hauenstein
She hurried down the damp sidewalk, hopping, trying to keep up with her light-footed shadow, trying to touch the cement with her toes before it could reach up and beat her to it. The man in the yellow coat crossed to the other side of the street, the side she would also need to be on. She quickened her pace and padded diagonally across the grass before hopping off the curb onto the dimly lit road. Unlike her, Yellow had used the crosswalk. She hoped he would continue in his current direction, perpendicularly away from her so as to not have to come into contact with him. He made the ninety-degree turn when he hit the corner of the sidewalk, and continued to walk in the same direction she needed to go. Jumping up onto the opposite curb, she realized she would have to make the decision to speed up or slow down so as not to run into him.
Slow down.
Bad choice.
Now she was trailing Yellow much too closely. She walked this close to people every day after work, pushing through crowds of tourists, dodging darting children, sliding between elderly, snail-like pedestrians. With no one else walking down the dark street though, the closeness was just uncomfortable. Perhaps if she walked lightly enough, he would not hear her footsteps, not notice she was behind him. She had never been that lucky though. He turned his head just a bit to the left and caught her out of the corner of his eye, walking just a bit to closely. She worried he would think she was following him.
The tall wrought iron fence to her left coupled with the knee-high grass protectors to her right made the sidewalk too narrow to slip past him easily. Not only would it be very awkward to maneuver herself around him, she would also have to pick up her pace to just slower than a jog to exceed his. She only had one more block before arriving at her apartment so decided to slow down a bit and begrudgingly walk directly behind him. She bit her lip as she did this, giving herself the pain she secretly wished to inflict upon him. Him, and his stupid, shiny, yellow jacket.
That’s when he reached up, grabbing the red hat off his head, releasing a shock of blond hair. It was wild, almost elf-like. She thought the hat was probably used more to tame that mess than to keep his head warm. As she stared at his bramble of hair, her past came rushing back at her head on. She hadn’t thought of Cindy’s mom for years, and the sudden flood of memories hit her like a wave in the ocean of her mind.
“Girls, grab Tinkers and get in the car!”
Peg loved going to Cindy’s house after school. There was something about Cindy’s mom that filled her with confidence, making her feel as though she could conquer worlds if she wanted. Or time! That was her brilliant plan for the day, time traveling.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry! History isn’t going to just wait around for you.” Cindy’s mom said as she twirled around the yard barefoot, her skirt flowing out from her waist. “Oh, and today you can call me Cynthia!”
Peg had no idea what Cindy’s mom’s real name was. It seemed to change daily. For all Peg knew it changed more than that. She didn’t care though; she loved the whimsical sensation she felt upon entering Cynthia’spresence. Cindy never seemed quite as impressed, however. Cindy had just moved to Peg’s school at the beginning of the year and had become Peg’s only real friend. She was the type of girl who preferred reading biographies in her neatly arranged room, finishing her weekend homework by 6:00pm on Fridays, and sitting in front of her computer updating her knitting blog. Peg liked knitting with Cindy and was always impressed by her dedication to school, but nowhere near as impressed as she was with Cynthia’s free spirit. She could never understand how Cindy and her mom could be from the same planet, let alone the same family.
Cindy never talked about her dad. The one time Peg asked where he was, Cindy merely said, “Away,” then turned and walked out of the room. Peg took the hint and never asked again.
Things were completely different when Cindy would come over to Peg’s though. It was as if Cindy had just freed herself from a cage she had been trapped in for the last 12 years, which at that point would be her entire life. She was happier, more talkative, and even seemed to be interested in the outdoors. As much as Peg loved this other version of Cindy, she couldn’t resist the energy that Cindy’s mother emitted. Whenever Cindy asked Peg to hang out, she would always beg to go to Cindy’s. More often than not, Cindy would refuse to let Peg over. Every once in awhile though, she would submit to Peg’s pleas.
Peg’s parents also seemed quite reluctant to allow their daughter to spend time at Cindy’s house, which Peg didn’t understand at all. “Mom, you love Cindy. You tell me all the time how happy you are that I found her to hang out with.”
“You’re right, Sweetheart. I think Cindy is wonderful. I don’t know her mother very well though, and I feel a little uncomfortable with the things I have heard about her,” Peg’s mother would say as she set the table. Her father would invariably agree.
“Do you want me to be alone again? No friends? Want me to go back to playing with my imaginary dog?” Peg shot back petulantly. This always seemed to work. Unfortunately, Tindy’s mother was usually asleep by the time Peg arrived at the house around 6pm, which Peg found odd. Cindy claimed her mother usually worked the night shift, which Peg accepted as a reasonable explanation.
“Mom, I can’t find Tinkers anywhere in the house,” Cindy called from the porch.
“I don’t know who you’re talking to, dear. My name is Cynthia!”
“CYNTHIA, I can’t find Tinkers.” Peg could tell Cindy was getting annoyed already and the adventure hadn’t even begun.
Cynthia exploded into a fit of laughter that brought her to her knees with her forehead on the ground.
“I found him, honey! He’s sitting in the driver’s seat!” She was barely able to get the last word out before she fell into hysteria again.
Peg jumped up and down clapping and giggling, ready for the adventure that could now begin. Cindy never even cracked smile as she locked the front door of the house and got into the backseat of the light blue Honda Civic, a Benazir Bhutto biography under her arm. Peg jumped in on the opposite side, pulling Tinkers, the old Scottie, onto her lap.
“Where do you think we’re going to go? I should probably say when do you think we’re going to go,” Peg asked Cindy, snickering at her cleverness.
“Probably down the road. Maybe we’ll end up at the grocery store, buy some dinner. Now that would be a real trip, Mom buying food to make a actual meal.”
“Come on, Cindy. Lighten up. Your mom just wants to have some fun with us. What’s wrong with that?”
Cindy closed her eyes in frustration. When she opened them again, she was staring down into the pages of her open book. Peg knew that this meant the conversation was over.
The sounds of Cynthia’s laughter could still be heard from where she had fallen earlier. Peg rolled down her window and called, “Cynthia, are you almost ready to go?!”
“You sure are ready and raring, aren’t you, Artie!” Peg loved when Cynthia called her Artie, which she had been doing since the first time she came to visit. She told Peg that Artie was short for Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, and that if she learned to channel the energy of the goddess, she could do anything she wanted to in life. If people considered Tindy to be shy, they considered Peg the leader of the Introvert Club, which currently a membership of one. It’s not that Peg didn’t like people. She would give anything to be like the other girls at school, arguing with teachers about their grades, flirting with boys during the lunch period, talking for hours on the phone with their cliques of care-free friends. Peg always assumed it was their shared awkwardness drew Cindy and she together.
“When are we going, girls? WHEN are we going?!” Cynthia asked, pulling her long skirt into the car so it wouldn’t get stuck in the door. Cindy continued staring into her book, not the least interested in giving her mother an answer. Peg hated making any life-altering decisions so remained quiet. Cynthia turned around in her seat and grabbed Cindy’s book from her.
“Mom! I was reading that!”
“I know honey, but I need a time to go to.” She flipped open to book and paged through a few pages. “1988! Perfect, we’ll go see your birth, Cindy! What a fantastic idea,” Cynthia said as she put the book on the seat next to her and started the engine. They were turning out of the driveway when Cindy made an audible sigh and reached up to grab the book. Cynthia caught Cindy’s wrist in her hand and held it there tightly as she spun around, looking Cindy directly in the eyes. Peg instinctively clicked her seat belt around her and held Tinkers more tightly, realizing that since Cynthia was staring at Cindy, no one was staring at the road. “You will notread on this trip. This is an experience we will all have and enjoy together, not with you off in your own little smart-girl world.” It seemed to Peg that the harder Cynthia squeezed Cindy’s wrist, the harder Cynthia’s foot pushed down on the gas pedal.
Cindy attempted to pull her wrist away yelling, “Mom, look at the road!” Peg’s eyes widened as they crossed over into the lane of oncoming traffic, Cynthia still staring at Cindy. Finally, she released her boa-like grip, turned around, and laughed as the left wheels of the car went up onto the curb. She continued to laugh as she maneuvered the car back into the right lane, barely avoiding a man crossing the street.
“Our first adventure of the day, Artie! And we didn’t even start the time traveling yet,” Cynthia said proudly.
Peg looked at Cindy who was massaging her reddened wrist. “Are you okay?” she mouthed so Cynthia wouldn’t be able to hear. Cindy nodded her head a single time and looked out her window, her breath coming in quick, labored gasps.
“Let’s get some tunes blasting,” Cynthia said as she clicked on the radio.
“Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown, when there's no one around…”
Cynthia sang along with Smokey Robinson, moving her left hand back and forth in front of her face to the rhythm of the music.
Peg started to feel nervous. She had never seen Cynthia this way. Cynthia had always been fun and crazy, but never to this extent. It was as if she was teetering on a thin rope, ready to fall any second onto the net of insanity. At least there’s probably a safety net, Peg thought. Probably.
Peg only had a few seconds to contemplate these thoughts before she heard the blaring siren and saw the flashing lights. Her stomach did an immediate flip. She had never been in a car that had been pulled over before. My parents are going to be so upset with me, was the first thought that ran through her head.
“Adventure number two: making friends with a cop!” Cynthia said excitedly, pulling over to the right side of the road. Peg looked at Cindy, who was still staring out the window. She scratched nervously behind Tinker’s right ear while he slept in her lap, not worried in the least. As the police officer approached the driver’s side window, Peg noticed that he was not quite as tall as the car, about 5’2” she guessed.
“Well, aren’t you a little cutie,” Cynthia remarked before the police officer, Officer Malen according to his name badge, had a chance to say anything.
“License and registration.” The words escaped out from under Officer Malen's unkempt mustache. He peered inside the car, looking dully at the girls and dog in the backseat. “And please turn off the radio.”
“But of course,” Cynthia said dramatically, as she pulled her purple, crocheted purse off the passenger’s seat and switched the radio to off.
“Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma’am?”
“I would assume it’s because you saw me drive by, saw my beautiful flowing blond hair, and wanted to get to know me better,” Cynthia flirted. Peg had never been so disgusted with a person before. Maybe her gut reactions of people were not quite as good as she thought they were.
“You swerved into the other lane a few blocks back and nearly hit a pedestrian,” Officer Malen said unimpressed. “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”
“With pleasure, Officer,” Cynthia said, her lips forming a coy smile. “Stay in the car, girls.”
As Cynthia was performing various coordination tests on the side of the road, Peg turned to Cindy and grabbed her hand. “Are you alright? Cindy, what’s going on with your mom?”
Cindy turned a red, tear-streaked face to Peg. “She’s been this way since my dad left and we moved here. She’s either sleeping or completely out of her mind. Why do you think I never want you to come over to my house? I’ve tried to call Dad, but I have no idea where he is. I’ve been taking care of her since we’ve gotten here and I can’t do it anymore. I don’t know what happened to her. It would get better if I could just find Dad. I know it would.” The words tumbled out of Cindy’s mouth as if they had been trapped there for far too long. Then she began to sob. Peg just held onto her hand telling her that she wasn’t to blame. Tinkers slowly padded off of Peg’s lap onto Cindy’s, circled a few times, and plopped himself down.
“Time for this time machine to blast off,” Cynthia said as she got back into the car. Peg looked back and saw Officer Malen getting in his car, head down, scribbling notes onto a pad. She was pretty certain he had wanted them to wait in the car for him to finish writing out the ticket.
“Did he give you your license back?” Peg asked, trying to avoid any more problems.
“Don’t need it where we’re going!” Cynthia started the car, put it in gear, and hit the gas.
“Mom, please stop the car. We’re going to get in trouble. I don’t want you to end up in jail,” Cindy pleaded.
“If you would listen, Daughter,” Cindy’s mother said coldly, “you would have heard that we are going back in time. Haven’t you ever seen “Back to the Future”? We’re going to do it just like that. Hit 88 miles per hour and WHOOSH, back to the future! Well... back to the past, but same thing!”
“No, Mom, no. That’s not real. That’s a movie. We can’t go back in time! Please, let’s just go home, please!” Peg watched Cindy attempt to talk sense into her mother. Cindy looked terrified, which didn’t make Peg feel any better. She wished Tinkers would come back over so she would have something to hang onto.
They sped along the suburban streets, mailboxes and fire hydrants flying past in a blur. Peg couldn’t move. Her eyes were frozen open staring ahead while the mixed sounds of Cynthia’s demonic laughter and Cindy’s sobs filled her head. She felt nothing. No fear. No excitement. No anger. She had abandoned any control she may have had, and handed her fate over to Cynthia, for better or worse. She heard the sirens behind them again. It sounded like three or four this time, though she had no way to know for sure without turning around to look. Perhaps Cynthia was playing a game with the police, testing them. Peg knew this wasn’t the case though. Cynthia was outrunning time. She was going to return to the past, no matter how fast she had to go, how many cops she had to seduce, or how many people she had to hurt.
As the car’s right tires hit the gravel shoulder, Cindy’s mother veered left much too quickly. Everything seemed to slow down around Peg as the car went into a spin. She saw Cindy holding Tinkers tightly. He still looked neither scared nor surprised. It was as if he expected this would happen eventually and was now just observing. Cindy had her head down, buried in his fur. Peg felt sad for her. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. Then she looked at the driver, her wild blond hair wrapping around her face and headrest behind her. She was still smiling. Still enjoying every second of this dreadful adventure she had created. Even when the car spun into the giant elm on the corner, decimating the entire left side of the car, Peg still thought she could hear that frenzied laughter.
“Excuse me, am I heading east? I’ve been wandering around and seem to have lost my sense of direction.” She just stared at him, not able to take her eyes off his wild, blond hair. Yellow began again a little more slowly this time, “I’m sorry, excuse me. Am I heading east?” She blinked and saw his face clearly for the first time. It was lovely and open while at the same time hardened as though he had seen too many tragedies in his time. His red hat was sticking out of the pocket of his shiny yellow coat. He unconsciously pushed it in the rest of the way.
“Ye - Yes. You’re heading east. Sorry, I’m a bit...,” she put her hands to either side of her head, shaking them back and forth a bit.
“Thanks,” he said turning.
She stood still, watching him walk away. When he turned at the next corner and vanished from her sight, she realized she was standing in front of her building. She grasped the handle, opened the door, and went in.
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- Crystal Woods, -
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Slow down.
Bad choice.
Now she was trailing Yellow much too closely. She walked this close to people every day after work, pushing through crowds of tourists, dodging darting children, sliding between elderly, snail-like pedestrians. With no one else walking down the dark street though, the closeness was just uncomfortable. Perhaps if she walked lightly enough, he would not hear her footsteps, not notice she was behind him. She had never been that lucky though. He turned his head just a bit to the left and caught her out of the corner of his eye, walking just a bit to closely. She worried he would think she was following him.
The tall wrought iron fence to her left coupled with the knee-high grass protectors to her right made the sidewalk too narrow to slip past him easily. Not only would it be very awkward to maneuver herself around him, she would also have to pick up her pace to just slower than a jog to exceed his. She only had one more block before arriving at her apartment so decided to slow down a bit and begrudgingly walk directly behind him. She bit her lip as she did this, giving herself the pain she secretly wished to inflict upon him. Him, and his stupid, shiny, yellow jacket.
That’s when he reached up, grabbing the red hat off his head, releasing a shock of blond hair. It was wild, almost elf-like. She thought the hat was probably used more to tame that mess than to keep his head warm. As she stared at his bramble of hair, her past came rushing back at her head on. She hadn’t thought of Cindy’s mom for years, and the sudden flood of memories hit her like a wave in the ocean of her mind.
“Girls, grab Tinkers and get in the car!”
Peg loved going to Cindy’s house after school. There was something about Cindy’s mom that filled her with confidence, making her feel as though she could conquer worlds if she wanted. Or time! That was her brilliant plan for the day, time traveling.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry! History isn’t going to just wait around for you.” Cindy’s mom said as she twirled around the yard barefoot, her skirt flowing out from her waist. “Oh, and today you can call me Cynthia!”
Peg had no idea what Cindy’s mom’s real name was. It seemed to change daily. For all Peg knew it changed more than that. She didn’t care though; she loved the whimsical sensation she felt upon entering Cynthia’spresence. Cindy never seemed quite as impressed, however. Cindy had just moved to Peg’s school at the beginning of the year and had become Peg’s only real friend. She was the type of girl who preferred reading biographies in her neatly arranged room, finishing her weekend homework by 6:00pm on Fridays, and sitting in front of her computer updating her knitting blog. Peg liked knitting with Cindy and was always impressed by her dedication to school, but nowhere near as impressed as she was with Cynthia’s free spirit. She could never understand how Cindy and her mom could be from the same planet, let alone the same family.
Cindy never talked about her dad. The one time Peg asked where he was, Cindy merely said, “Away,” then turned and walked out of the room. Peg took the hint and never asked again.
Things were completely different when Cindy would come over to Peg’s though. It was as if Cindy had just freed herself from a cage she had been trapped in for the last 12 years, which at that point would be her entire life. She was happier, more talkative, and even seemed to be interested in the outdoors. As much as Peg loved this other version of Cindy, she couldn’t resist the energy that Cindy’s mother emitted. Whenever Cindy asked Peg to hang out, she would always beg to go to Cindy’s. More often than not, Cindy would refuse to let Peg over. Every once in awhile though, she would submit to Peg’s pleas.
Peg’s parents also seemed quite reluctant to allow their daughter to spend time at Cindy’s house, which Peg didn’t understand at all. “Mom, you love Cindy. You tell me all the time how happy you are that I found her to hang out with.”
“You’re right, Sweetheart. I think Cindy is wonderful. I don’t know her mother very well though, and I feel a little uncomfortable with the things I have heard about her,” Peg’s mother would say as she set the table. Her father would invariably agree.
“Do you want me to be alone again? No friends? Want me to go back to playing with my imaginary dog?” Peg shot back petulantly. This always seemed to work. Unfortunately, Tindy’s mother was usually asleep by the time Peg arrived at the house around 6pm, which Peg found odd. Cindy claimed her mother usually worked the night shift, which Peg accepted as a reasonable explanation.
“Mom, I can’t find Tinkers anywhere in the house,” Cindy called from the porch.
“I don’t know who you’re talking to, dear. My name is Cynthia!”
“CYNTHIA, I can’t find Tinkers.” Peg could tell Cindy was getting annoyed already and the adventure hadn’t even begun.
Cynthia exploded into a fit of laughter that brought her to her knees with her forehead on the ground.
“I found him, honey! He’s sitting in the driver’s seat!” She was barely able to get the last word out before she fell into hysteria again.
Peg jumped up and down clapping and giggling, ready for the adventure that could now begin. Cindy never even cracked smile as she locked the front door of the house and got into the backseat of the light blue Honda Civic, a Benazir Bhutto biography under her arm. Peg jumped in on the opposite side, pulling Tinkers, the old Scottie, onto her lap.
“Where do you think we’re going to go? I should probably say when do you think we’re going to go,” Peg asked Cindy, snickering at her cleverness.
“Probably down the road. Maybe we’ll end up at the grocery store, buy some dinner. Now that would be a real trip, Mom buying food to make a actual meal.”
“Come on, Cindy. Lighten up. Your mom just wants to have some fun with us. What’s wrong with that?”
Cindy closed her eyes in frustration. When she opened them again, she was staring down into the pages of her open book. Peg knew that this meant the conversation was over.
The sounds of Cynthia’s laughter could still be heard from where she had fallen earlier. Peg rolled down her window and called, “Cynthia, are you almost ready to go?!”
“You sure are ready and raring, aren’t you, Artie!” Peg loved when Cynthia called her Artie, which she had been doing since the first time she came to visit. She told Peg that Artie was short for Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, and that if she learned to channel the energy of the goddess, she could do anything she wanted to in life. If people considered Tindy to be shy, they considered Peg the leader of the Introvert Club, which currently a membership of one. It’s not that Peg didn’t like people. She would give anything to be like the other girls at school, arguing with teachers about their grades, flirting with boys during the lunch period, talking for hours on the phone with their cliques of care-free friends. Peg always assumed it was their shared awkwardness drew Cindy and she together.
“When are we going, girls? WHEN are we going?!” Cynthia asked, pulling her long skirt into the car so it wouldn’t get stuck in the door. Cindy continued staring into her book, not the least interested in giving her mother an answer. Peg hated making any life-altering decisions so remained quiet. Cynthia turned around in her seat and grabbed Cindy’s book from her.
“Mom! I was reading that!”
“I know honey, but I need a time to go to.” She flipped open to book and paged through a few pages. “1988! Perfect, we’ll go see your birth, Cindy! What a fantastic idea,” Cynthia said as she put the book on the seat next to her and started the engine. They were turning out of the driveway when Cindy made an audible sigh and reached up to grab the book. Cynthia caught Cindy’s wrist in her hand and held it there tightly as she spun around, looking Cindy directly in the eyes. Peg instinctively clicked her seat belt around her and held Tinkers more tightly, realizing that since Cynthia was staring at Cindy, no one was staring at the road. “You will notread on this trip. This is an experience we will all have and enjoy together, not with you off in your own little smart-girl world.” It seemed to Peg that the harder Cynthia squeezed Cindy’s wrist, the harder Cynthia’s foot pushed down on the gas pedal.
Cindy attempted to pull her wrist away yelling, “Mom, look at the road!” Peg’s eyes widened as they crossed over into the lane of oncoming traffic, Cynthia still staring at Cindy. Finally, she released her boa-like grip, turned around, and laughed as the left wheels of the car went up onto the curb. She continued to laugh as she maneuvered the car back into the right lane, barely avoiding a man crossing the street.
“Our first adventure of the day, Artie! And we didn’t even start the time traveling yet,” Cynthia said proudly.
Peg looked at Cindy who was massaging her reddened wrist. “Are you okay?” she mouthed so Cynthia wouldn’t be able to hear. Cindy nodded her head a single time and looked out her window, her breath coming in quick, labored gasps.
“Let’s get some tunes blasting,” Cynthia said as she clicked on the radio.
“Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown, when there's no one around…”
Cynthia sang along with Smokey Robinson, moving her left hand back and forth in front of her face to the rhythm of the music.
Peg started to feel nervous. She had never seen Cynthia this way. Cynthia had always been fun and crazy, but never to this extent. It was as if she was teetering on a thin rope, ready to fall any second onto the net of insanity. At least there’s probably a safety net, Peg thought. Probably.
Peg only had a few seconds to contemplate these thoughts before she heard the blaring siren and saw the flashing lights. Her stomach did an immediate flip. She had never been in a car that had been pulled over before. My parents are going to be so upset with me, was the first thought that ran through her head.
“Adventure number two: making friends with a cop!” Cynthia said excitedly, pulling over to the right side of the road. Peg looked at Cindy, who was still staring out the window. She scratched nervously behind Tinker’s right ear while he slept in her lap, not worried in the least. As the police officer approached the driver’s side window, Peg noticed that he was not quite as tall as the car, about 5’2” she guessed.
“Well, aren’t you a little cutie,” Cynthia remarked before the police officer, Officer Malen according to his name badge, had a chance to say anything.
“License and registration.” The words escaped out from under Officer Malen's unkempt mustache. He peered inside the car, looking dully at the girls and dog in the backseat. “And please turn off the radio.”
“But of course,” Cynthia said dramatically, as she pulled her purple, crocheted purse off the passenger’s seat and switched the radio to off.
“Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma’am?”
“I would assume it’s because you saw me drive by, saw my beautiful flowing blond hair, and wanted to get to know me better,” Cynthia flirted. Peg had never been so disgusted with a person before. Maybe her gut reactions of people were not quite as good as she thought they were.
“You swerved into the other lane a few blocks back and nearly hit a pedestrian,” Officer Malen said unimpressed. “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”
“With pleasure, Officer,” Cynthia said, her lips forming a coy smile. “Stay in the car, girls.”
As Cynthia was performing various coordination tests on the side of the road, Peg turned to Cindy and grabbed her hand. “Are you alright? Cindy, what’s going on with your mom?”
Cindy turned a red, tear-streaked face to Peg. “She’s been this way since my dad left and we moved here. She’s either sleeping or completely out of her mind. Why do you think I never want you to come over to my house? I’ve tried to call Dad, but I have no idea where he is. I’ve been taking care of her since we’ve gotten here and I can’t do it anymore. I don’t know what happened to her. It would get better if I could just find Dad. I know it would.” The words tumbled out of Cindy’s mouth as if they had been trapped there for far too long. Then she began to sob. Peg just held onto her hand telling her that she wasn’t to blame. Tinkers slowly padded off of Peg’s lap onto Cindy’s, circled a few times, and plopped himself down.
“Time for this time machine to blast off,” Cynthia said as she got back into the car. Peg looked back and saw Officer Malen getting in his car, head down, scribbling notes onto a pad. She was pretty certain he had wanted them to wait in the car for him to finish writing out the ticket.
“Did he give you your license back?” Peg asked, trying to avoid any more problems.
“Don’t need it where we’re going!” Cynthia started the car, put it in gear, and hit the gas.
“Mom, please stop the car. We’re going to get in trouble. I don’t want you to end up in jail,” Cindy pleaded.
“If you would listen, Daughter,” Cindy’s mother said coldly, “you would have heard that we are going back in time. Haven’t you ever seen “Back to the Future”? We’re going to do it just like that. Hit 88 miles per hour and WHOOSH, back to the future! Well... back to the past, but same thing!”
“No, Mom, no. That’s not real. That’s a movie. We can’t go back in time! Please, let’s just go home, please!” Peg watched Cindy attempt to talk sense into her mother. Cindy looked terrified, which didn’t make Peg feel any better. She wished Tinkers would come back over so she would have something to hang onto.
They sped along the suburban streets, mailboxes and fire hydrants flying past in a blur. Peg couldn’t move. Her eyes were frozen open staring ahead while the mixed sounds of Cynthia’s demonic laughter and Cindy’s sobs filled her head. She felt nothing. No fear. No excitement. No anger. She had abandoned any control she may have had, and handed her fate over to Cynthia, for better or worse. She heard the sirens behind them again. It sounded like three or four this time, though she had no way to know for sure without turning around to look. Perhaps Cynthia was playing a game with the police, testing them. Peg knew this wasn’t the case though. Cynthia was outrunning time. She was going to return to the past, no matter how fast she had to go, how many cops she had to seduce, or how many people she had to hurt.
As the car’s right tires hit the gravel shoulder, Cindy’s mother veered left much too quickly. Everything seemed to slow down around Peg as the car went into a spin. She saw Cindy holding Tinkers tightly. He still looked neither scared nor surprised. It was as if he expected this would happen eventually and was now just observing. Cindy had her head down, buried in his fur. Peg felt sad for her. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. Then she looked at the driver, her wild blond hair wrapping around her face and headrest behind her. She was still smiling. Still enjoying every second of this dreadful adventure she had created. Even when the car spun into the giant elm on the corner, decimating the entire left side of the car, Peg still thought she could hear that frenzied laughter.
“Excuse me, am I heading east? I’ve been wandering around and seem to have lost my sense of direction.” She just stared at him, not able to take her eyes off his wild, blond hair. Yellow began again a little more slowly this time, “I’m sorry, excuse me. Am I heading east?” She blinked and saw his face clearly for the first time. It was lovely and open while at the same time hardened as though he had seen too many tragedies in his time. His red hat was sticking out of the pocket of his shiny yellow coat. He unconsciously pushed it in the rest of the way.
“Ye - Yes. You’re heading east. Sorry, I’m a bit...,” she put her hands to either side of her head, shaking them back and forth a bit.
“Thanks,” he said turning.
She stood still, watching him walk away. When he turned at the next corner and vanished from her sight, she realized she was standing in front of her building. She grasped the handle, opened the door, and went in.
This is,Proving I Am Not The Only Hauenstein With Talent,Jim Hauenstein, And, “The moment my niece came into the world, I realized that logic can't make sense of someone who's so brand new to you.” - Crystal Woods, -
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December 5, 2016
I Must Have Been A Teacher In A Previous Life
On Mondays,I like to set aside the day for questions you didn't know you wanted to ask.So,the first question of the day is;
Who Is Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart?
"He is better known by his pen name as composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. January 27th, 1756 through December 5th, 1791. Born in Salzburg, he showed prodigious ability from his earliest childhood. Already competent on keyboard and violin, he composed from the age of five and performed before European royalty. At 17, Mozart was engaged as a musician at the Salzburg court, but grew restless and traveled in search of a better position. While visiting Vienna in 1781, he was dismissed from his Salzburg position. He chose to stay in the capital, where he achieved fame but little financial security. During his final years in Vienna, he composed many of his best-known symphonies, concertos, and operas, and portions of the Requiem, which was largely unfinished at the time of his death. The circumstances of his early death have been much mythologized. He was survived by his wife Constanze and two sons. He composed more than 600 works, many acknowledged as pinnacles of symphonic, concertante, chamber, operatic, and choral music. He is among the most enduring, popular classical composers of all time, and his influence is profound on subsequent Western art music. Ludwig van Beethoven composed his own early works in the shadow of Mozart, and Joseph Haydn wrote that posterity will not see such a talent again in 100 years."
He died at the age of 35and composed over 600 pieces before his death.Joseph Haydenwas wrong.It has been over100 Yearsand we still haven't someone like him again. Thank youWikipediafor enlightening me on how much time I wasted before I decided to buckle downand get to work!
Mister TwoBuckHowie, how can I write beautiful rhymes in my poetry, just like you?"There are many different websites out there that will teach and give you the proper techniques on writing poetry, but if you want a shortcut and circumvent the rules like I do, my favorite web-page is Rhyme Zone. Just write your word in the box, press search, and your results will come out by Syllables, Letters, and Phrases."
There you have it.Questions you didn't know you wanted to ask.
This is,I Must Have Been A Teacher In A Previous Life,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?”
- Terry Pratchett, -
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Who Is Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart?
"He is better known by his pen name as composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. January 27th, 1756 through December 5th, 1791. Born in Salzburg, he showed prodigious ability from his earliest childhood. Already competent on keyboard and violin, he composed from the age of five and performed before European royalty. At 17, Mozart was engaged as a musician at the Salzburg court, but grew restless and traveled in search of a better position. While visiting Vienna in 1781, he was dismissed from his Salzburg position. He chose to stay in the capital, where he achieved fame but little financial security. During his final years in Vienna, he composed many of his best-known symphonies, concertos, and operas, and portions of the Requiem, which was largely unfinished at the time of his death. The circumstances of his early death have been much mythologized. He was survived by his wife Constanze and two sons. He composed more than 600 works, many acknowledged as pinnacles of symphonic, concertante, chamber, operatic, and choral music. He is among the most enduring, popular classical composers of all time, and his influence is profound on subsequent Western art music. Ludwig van Beethoven composed his own early works in the shadow of Mozart, and Joseph Haydn wrote that posterity will not see such a talent again in 100 years."
He died at the age of 35and composed over 600 pieces before his death.Joseph Haydenwas wrong.It has been over100 Yearsand we still haven't someone like him again. Thank youWikipediafor enlightening me on how much time I wasted before I decided to buckle downand get to work!Mister TwoBuckHowie, how can I write beautiful rhymes in my poetry, just like you?"There are many different websites out there that will teach and give you the proper techniques on writing poetry, but if you want a shortcut and circumvent the rules like I do, my favorite web-page is Rhyme Zone. Just write your word in the box, press search, and your results will come out by Syllables, Letters, and Phrases."
There you have it.Questions you didn't know you wanted to ask.This is,I Must Have Been A Teacher In A Previous Life,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?”
- Terry Pratchett, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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December 4, 2016
Giving To My Favorite Charity This Season
Tis the season to be jolly.Fa la la la la,la la,la,la!We all know thatChristmasis the most celebratedHolidayinDecember.We also know that the second most celebratedHolidayinDecemberis Hanukkah,here in theUnited States.But did you know there are three otherHolidays celebrated inDecember?I believe a lot of us have heard aboutSaint Nicholas Day,and maybe some of us celebrate it. "Saint Nicholas Day is a holiday that is celebrated throughout Europe, usually on December 6. In most countries, it is meant to honor the legend of Saint Nicholas, who was known as a giver of gifts. In countries like Belgium and the Netherlands, children leave their shoes by the fireplace on the night of December 5, and awake in the morning to find that Saint Nicholas has filled the shoes with small treats and toys. To celebrate Saint Nicholas Day, consider letting your children leave their own shoes by the fireplace, and see if Saint Nicholas visits. Or you can read stories about the legend of Saint Nicholas, or explore the different ways he is celebrated in different countries and cultures."
I like to point out another wonderful idea for celebration inDecember,Kwanzaa.
"Unlike Christmas and Hanukkah, Kwanzaa is not a religious holiday. It was developed in 1966 by Dr. Malauna Karenga as a way for African-Americans to connect with and celebrate their African roots. Kwanzaa is a seven-day celebration of Nguzo Saba, the seven principles of African family, community, and culture. Kwanzaa is celebrated from December 26 to January 1 through the lighting of a special menorah called a kinara. Often, homes are decorated with colorful African cloths of black, red, and green, and people sometimes dress in traditional African clothing. Children usually receive small gifts that are symbols of their African heritage. Visit The Official Kwanzaa Website to find more information about this holiday."
The third celebration of the month is calledLas Posadas.
"The Mexican holiday of Las Posadas is celebrated for nine days, from December 16 to 24. The posadas are re-enactments of the journey made by Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem, that take place each night at a different home within the community. Guests gather at a new neighborhood home each night, dressed as shepherds, angels, or even Mary and Joseph, and sing songs and ask for shelter. When the hosts open their home, there is a big party with traditional Mexican foods like ponche and bunuelos, and at the end of the night there is a pinata shaped like a Christmas star."
I am sure there are many more celebrations around theWorldthat I have never heard of.If know any,let me knowand I will research themand let other people know about them.
Tis the season to giveand help others.So, I was going to try to volunteerand give my time to a worthy cause,but I have been told my health issues might get in the way.But if you are interested,go togeoco.org.They offerVolunteer TripsbyRegionorCategory,forTeenagersto50+.
This is,Giving To My Favorite Charity This Season Until He Is Cured,The Micheal Belcher Go Fund Me Page,"Because Fighting Cancer Once Would Be Too Easy."
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.”
- Jack London - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
I like to point out another wonderful idea for celebration inDecember,Kwanzaa.
"Unlike Christmas and Hanukkah, Kwanzaa is not a religious holiday. It was developed in 1966 by Dr. Malauna Karenga as a way for African-Americans to connect with and celebrate their African roots. Kwanzaa is a seven-day celebration of Nguzo Saba, the seven principles of African family, community, and culture. Kwanzaa is celebrated from December 26 to January 1 through the lighting of a special menorah called a kinara. Often, homes are decorated with colorful African cloths of black, red, and green, and people sometimes dress in traditional African clothing. Children usually receive small gifts that are symbols of their African heritage. Visit The Official Kwanzaa Website to find more information about this holiday."
The third celebration of the month is calledLas Posadas.
"The Mexican holiday of Las Posadas is celebrated for nine days, from December 16 to 24. The posadas are re-enactments of the journey made by Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem, that take place each night at a different home within the community. Guests gather at a new neighborhood home each night, dressed as shepherds, angels, or even Mary and Joseph, and sing songs and ask for shelter. When the hosts open their home, there is a big party with traditional Mexican foods like ponche and bunuelos, and at the end of the night there is a pinata shaped like a Christmas star."
I am sure there are many more celebrations around theWorldthat I have never heard of.If know any,let me knowand I will research themand let other people know about them.
Tis the season to giveand help others.So, I was going to try to volunteerand give my time to a worthy cause,but I have been told my health issues might get in the way.But if you are interested,go togeoco.org.They offerVolunteer TripsbyRegionorCategory,forTeenagersto50+.
This is,Giving To My Favorite Charity This Season Until He Is Cured,The Micheal Belcher Go Fund Me Page,"Because Fighting Cancer Once Would Be Too Easy."
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.”
- Jack London - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
December 3, 2016
The Effect Of Light Moving At Different Speeds
Scientific Saturday!I have plenty of time before my college football team,theWisconsin Badgers,play for theBig Ten Championshipin a conference called theBig Tenthat hasFourteen Teamsin it.Somehow,it has to be some kind of new mathor there areTenreally good teams in the conferenceandFourreally bad ones!You do the math.Speaking of math,
New Prime Number Discoveredby Jonathan H. Kantor from his article10 Amazing Scientific Discoveries Of 2016on listverse.com"Mathematicians discovered a new prime number in January via the Great Internet Mersenne Prime Search. The new prime number is 2^74,207,281 – 1. You might be asking why there is a project to determine such a number. Modern cryptography requires the use of Mersenne Prime numbers (Of which only 49 have been discovered) and other complex numbers to encode data. The new prime number is currently the record holder for the longest prime and is almost 5 million digits longer than its predecessor. The total number of digits in the new prime falls just under 24,000,000 making “2^74,207,281 – 1” the only practical way to write it."
Asteroid Impacts could Create Niches for Life, suggests Chicxulub Crater Study.on phys.org"Scientists studying the Chicxulub crater have shown how large asteroid impacts deform rocks in a way that may produce habitats for early life. Around 65 million years ago a massive asteroid crashed into the Gulf of Mexico causing an impact so huge that the blast and subsequent knock-on effects wiped out around 75 per cent of all life on Earth, including most of the dinosaurs. This is known as the Chicxulub impact. In April and May 2016, an international team of scientists undertook an offshore expedition and drilled into part of the Chicxulub impact crater. Their mission was to retrieve samples from the rocky inner ridges of the crater - known as the 'peak ring' - drilling 506 to 1335 metres below the modern day sea floor to understand more about the ancient cataclysmic event. Now, the researchers have carried out the first analysis of the core samples. They found that the impact millions of years ago deformed the peak ring rocks in such a way that it made them more porous, and less dense, than any models had previously predicted."
Theory that Challenges Einstein's Physics could soon be put to the Test.on sciencedaily.com "Einstein observed that the speed of light remains the same in any situation, and this meant that space and time could be different in different situations. The assumption that the speed of light is constant, and always has been, underpins many theories in physics, such as Einstein's theory of general relativity. In particular, it plays a role in models of what happened in the very early universe, seconds after the Big Bang. But some researchers have suggested that the speed of light could have been much higher in this early universe. Now, one of this theory's originators, Professor João Magueijo from Imperial College London, working with Dr Niayesh Afshordi at the Perimeter Institute in Canada, has made a prediction that could be used to test the theory's validity. Structures in the universe, for example galaxies, all formed from fluctuations in the early universe -- tiny differences in density in certain regions. A record of these early fluctuations is imprinted on the cosmic microwave background -- a map of the oldest light in the universe -- in the form of a 'spectral index'. Working with their theory that the fluctuations were influenced by a varying speed of light in the early universe, Professor Magueijo and Dr Afshordi have now used a model to put an exact figure on the spectral index. The predicted figure and the model it is based on are published in the journal Physical Review D."
Wow,New Prime Numberfor Cryptography,Niches for Life,and variableLightspeed.Now that is aSaturdayfull ofDiscoveries!
This is,Wondering How The Effect Of Light Moving At Different Speeds Will Affect Mathematics And Astronomy,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“So Einstein was wrong when he said, "God does not play dice." Consideration of black holes suggests, not only that God does play dice, but that he sometimes confuses us by throwing them where they can't be seen.”
- Stephen Hawking -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
New Prime Number Discoveredby Jonathan H. Kantor from his article10 Amazing Scientific Discoveries Of 2016on listverse.com"Mathematicians discovered a new prime number in January via the Great Internet Mersenne Prime Search. The new prime number is 2^74,207,281 – 1. You might be asking why there is a project to determine such a number. Modern cryptography requires the use of Mersenne Prime numbers (Of which only 49 have been discovered) and other complex numbers to encode data. The new prime number is currently the record holder for the longest prime and is almost 5 million digits longer than its predecessor. The total number of digits in the new prime falls just under 24,000,000 making “2^74,207,281 – 1” the only practical way to write it."
Asteroid Impacts could Create Niches for Life, suggests Chicxulub Crater Study.on phys.org"Scientists studying the Chicxulub crater have shown how large asteroid impacts deform rocks in a way that may produce habitats for early life. Around 65 million years ago a massive asteroid crashed into the Gulf of Mexico causing an impact so huge that the blast and subsequent knock-on effects wiped out around 75 per cent of all life on Earth, including most of the dinosaurs. This is known as the Chicxulub impact. In April and May 2016, an international team of scientists undertook an offshore expedition and drilled into part of the Chicxulub impact crater. Their mission was to retrieve samples from the rocky inner ridges of the crater - known as the 'peak ring' - drilling 506 to 1335 metres below the modern day sea floor to understand more about the ancient cataclysmic event. Now, the researchers have carried out the first analysis of the core samples. They found that the impact millions of years ago deformed the peak ring rocks in such a way that it made them more porous, and less dense, than any models had previously predicted."
Theory that Challenges Einstein's Physics could soon be put to the Test.on sciencedaily.com "Einstein observed that the speed of light remains the same in any situation, and this meant that space and time could be different in different situations. The assumption that the speed of light is constant, and always has been, underpins many theories in physics, such as Einstein's theory of general relativity. In particular, it plays a role in models of what happened in the very early universe, seconds after the Big Bang. But some researchers have suggested that the speed of light could have been much higher in this early universe. Now, one of this theory's originators, Professor João Magueijo from Imperial College London, working with Dr Niayesh Afshordi at the Perimeter Institute in Canada, has made a prediction that could be used to test the theory's validity. Structures in the universe, for example galaxies, all formed from fluctuations in the early universe -- tiny differences in density in certain regions. A record of these early fluctuations is imprinted on the cosmic microwave background -- a map of the oldest light in the universe -- in the form of a 'spectral index'. Working with their theory that the fluctuations were influenced by a varying speed of light in the early universe, Professor Magueijo and Dr Afshordi have now used a model to put an exact figure on the spectral index. The predicted figure and the model it is based on are published in the journal Physical Review D."
Wow,New Prime Numberfor Cryptography,Niches for Life,and variableLightspeed.Now that is aSaturdayfull ofDiscoveries!
This is,Wondering How The Effect Of Light Moving At Different Speeds Will Affect Mathematics And Astronomy,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“So Einstein was wrong when he said, "God does not play dice." Consideration of black holes suggests, not only that God does play dice, but that he sometimes confuses us by throwing them where they can't be seen.”
- Stephen Hawking -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
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December 2, 2016
Why Should I Die? Chapter 4
Outside the Boardroom doors, all along the hallway, outside the chamber's walls, and in every conceivable angle coming at the conference room, different flashes of colored lights explode in a dazzling array of beauty. To the outsider it would be a thing of beauty, if it didn't represent so much violence! Green lights blast against red lights, lavender convulses with red defenders, maroon nanobots shake into nothingness from the red nano-guards in place. Each House, or Royal Family, or Trustee shows his hand in this attack of taking down Jonas Van Hause by his Coat of Arms in color. With the Van Hause Coat of Arms represented by blood red. It is a giant display of the egos from these men and women battling for supremacy of the Earth, the Earth’s Moon, the settlements on Mars, and the mining colonies on Jupiter's moons. As each Board Member's nanobot forms into larger bots so they can officially arrest the Chairman, Van Hause's nano-guards destroy or are destroyed in the erupting light display. Of course, light is not needed in this battle of bots, but with the victor comes the spoils. It shows the childish self-indulgence, self-admiration, and self-importance each narcissistic individual displays when his color shines! Inside, there is a strange calmness and quietness in the room, when the Chairman finally asks, “And what is your proof that I am lying?” Knowing quite well what is happing outside the Chamber walls. Charles Paley attacks verbally now, hoping a frontal attack inside the Board Room will distract the Chairman just long enough that he will let his guard down, outside for that split second, which could change the battle in his favor. “What proof do you have Sir? Is it not your burden to prove success? Or are we just to take your word for it?” “I will tell you my proof,” says Jonas. “I shall reveal to you all why I know the Tempus Project is a success!” On cue, the three factions go through the same ritual of moans and groans, with most of the silent group now joining the detractors. Very few Trustees are asking for the “respect” the Chairman heard earlier. “I know it has worked and I know it will work, because I am here today.” Peter looks to his friend, a little confused, and asks, “Sir, are you telling us you are the proof?” “Yes I am.” Jonas proclaims. “Please everyone, do not stop your attacks outside these walls. As long as your nanobots are on the attack I'll be able to locate them and destroy them before I am through speaking today.” “We shall see.” Answers Paley. “We shall see.” “You can't handle us all,” chimes in Mr. Chang. “I don't have to. I just need to hold you back until I finish my story.” Jonas pauses for a few seconds, a wide smile forms onto his face, and he says, “Don’t you think I have been preparing for this my whole life?” The attacks outside intensify as more Trustees participate in the assault. “Tell us your story then, oh great one!” Says a sarcastic Paley. “Give us a reason to stop our attack and keep you as Chairman of the Board!”
This is,The End Of Chapter 4 OfWhy Should I Die?Jim Hauenstein,And,
Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, "What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!" The doctor said gently, "What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender.”
- Tim Burton, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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November 30, 2016
The 5 Best Posts Of November, 2016
Another month of writingPostsfor your enjoyment has gone by.I hope you have enjoyed some ofMy Stories,My Observations,andMy Self Proclaimed Wisdomduring the past month.I might not be the smartest person in theWorld,but if you live long enoughand are paying attention,anyone can accumulate a little bit ofWisdom.So,I pass it off,here on myBlog.Because keeping it to myself would be selfish.Now,after myNarcissisticlook at myself,I want to thank everyone who reads thisBlog,and let you know aboutThe 5 Best Posts Of The Month Of November, 2016.Chosen by you,the reader,who keep coming backand reading thesePostsover & over again.
The 5th Best Post of November is;21st Century Way Of Talking To The Dead One of my original stories where the main character talks about being the next well know serial killer. But his rampage is cut short after his first victim, his girlfriend, contacts him through his computer and shows up as a ghost only he can see.
The 4th Best Post of November is;I Will Be Dumbing Down Right After I Finish Writing This Saturdays I usually write about, and add links, to some of the Scientific Stories I have been reading lately on the internet. This time I started the Post out by saying how we should learn something before we sit on the couch all day watching Sports. I also go on to say that I will be doing the same thing, watching Sports all day, dumbing down.
The 3rd Best Post of November is;It is actually a combination of two Posts. Lately I have been rewriting the Novelette, "Why Should I Die." With Chapter 1 and Chapter 3 coming in as tied for the 3rd Best Post of the Month. (Chapter 2 just missed out, barely.)
The 2nd Best Post of November is;Believing Knowledge Is Power Another Saturday Post where I talk about some of the exciting Science going on in the World, or Outer-Space.
The Number 1 Best Post of November, 2016 is;I Really Like The Part Where I Say The story of where my Son asks me to write a speech for him, how he rejected the speech, but did inspire him to write one of his own. I also Posted the speech to see if anyone would Comment on it to tell me if it was good or bad!
There you have it. The Five Best Posts of November chosen by the readers.Thank you so much.
This is,I Need To Mention That My Short Story A-L-I-V Is Running Away With Viewership Each Month For The Past Three MonthsBut I Cannot Keep Putting It Down As The Best Post Each MonthIt Wouldn't Be Fair To All The Other Stories I WriteBut Thank You Again For Reading ItI Am So Proud Of ItJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Books themselves need no defense. Their spokesmen come and go, their readers live and die, they remain constant.”
- Lawrence Clark Powell - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
The 5th Best Post of November is;21st Century Way Of Talking To The Dead One of my original stories where the main character talks about being the next well know serial killer. But his rampage is cut short after his first victim, his girlfriend, contacts him through his computer and shows up as a ghost only he can see.The 4th Best Post of November is;I Will Be Dumbing Down Right After I Finish Writing This Saturdays I usually write about, and add links, to some of the Scientific Stories I have been reading lately on the internet. This time I started the Post out by saying how we should learn something before we sit on the couch all day watching Sports. I also go on to say that I will be doing the same thing, watching Sports all day, dumbing down.
The 3rd Best Post of November is;It is actually a combination of two Posts. Lately I have been rewriting the Novelette, "Why Should I Die." With Chapter 1 and Chapter 3 coming in as tied for the 3rd Best Post of the Month. (Chapter 2 just missed out, barely.)
The 2nd Best Post of November is;Believing Knowledge Is Power Another Saturday Post where I talk about some of the exciting Science going on in the World, or Outer-Space.
The Number 1 Best Post of November, 2016 is;I Really Like The Part Where I Say The story of where my Son asks me to write a speech for him, how he rejected the speech, but did inspire him to write one of his own. I also Posted the speech to see if anyone would Comment on it to tell me if it was good or bad!
There you have it. The Five Best Posts of November chosen by the readers.Thank you so much.
This is,I Need To Mention That My Short Story A-L-I-V Is Running Away With Viewership Each Month For The Past Three MonthsBut I Cannot Keep Putting It Down As The Best Post Each MonthIt Wouldn't Be Fair To All The Other Stories I WriteBut Thank You Again For Reading ItI Am So Proud Of ItJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Books themselves need no defense. Their spokesmen come and go, their readers live and die, they remain constant.”
- Lawrence Clark Powell - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.
November 29, 2016
Pokemon Goes Into Conspiracy Overdrive
Oh no?What have I done?I am now,just being enlighten to the fact thatPokemon Gois aGovernment Plot!Wait,it's an agent ofCapitalismto get us intoRetail Storesand buy stuff!I can't figure out whichConspiracyto believe in. I was the one who wrote twoPostson the subject ofPokemon Goand how I thought it to be a great app!The firstPostwasPokemon At The Duck Pond.That is where I talked about how I began noticing the phenom ofPokemon.The second was calledAdmiring An App.Where I said how I appreciated the fact that playing the game made people all over theWorldgo outside and walk around.Exercising!Oh,that evil app!
But now,whether it's theFBI secretly using Snapchat filters to map all our facesorApple's alleged planned obsolescence scheme,people love a good tech-related conspiracy.So,naturally,the phenomenal success ofPokémon Gohas birthed some truly exceptional theories about its darker agenda.If the tin foil-hatted internet sleuths are to be believed,the massively popularPikachu-Packedaugmented reality game is nothing more than a convenient distraction deployed by theCIAandMichelle Obamain order to keep the sheep calm while they collect all our private data.Or something like that.Here is what some people are saying.
Pokemon GO is just a distraction to keep you from chasing freedom. Stay Wokémon, fam.— Afrodite (@LilMissLadyLike) July 11, 2016
Remember the pokemon go endgame: getting you to walk into a jamba juice (from a convo I had with Niantic in 2014) pic.twitter.com/KZ9YIun2JW— Emanuel Trashberg (@emanuelmaiberg) July 11, 2016
Thinking about creating a phone network and selling a "Poke Plan" with 20gb Plans cause Pokemon GO MELTS DATA— OpTic Pamaj (@Pamaj) July 14, 2016
I know,these are old comments,but like I said,I am just now finding out how corrupt the makers of this retched game really are!Or,it is exactly what allAppshidden agendas are,to get you to buy into their productor other products that the company has developed.Wow,I would never have guessed that one!Capitalismat its obviousness!
This is,Thank The Lord Angry Birds 2 Is A Capitalistic App And Not A Government Conspiracy Too!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“It's a very small object to be capable of doing so many wonderful things, don't you think?""It does much more that that," Valkyrie said, opening up a game and showing it to him.His eyes widened. "What wonder is this?"
"It's called Angry Birds.”
- Derek Landy -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
If you want to read more aboutPokemon Go Conspiracies,just use any search engineand you will find hundreds of dedicated websites on the subject.Or,you can go tothrillist.comand save yourself some time.
Go Pokemon Go!
But now,whether it's theFBI secretly using Snapchat filters to map all our facesorApple's alleged planned obsolescence scheme,people love a good tech-related conspiracy.So,naturally,the phenomenal success ofPokémon Gohas birthed some truly exceptional theories about its darker agenda.If the tin foil-hatted internet sleuths are to be believed,the massively popularPikachu-Packedaugmented reality game is nothing more than a convenient distraction deployed by theCIAandMichelle Obamain order to keep the sheep calm while they collect all our private data.Or something like that.Here is what some people are saying.Pokemon GO is just a distraction to keep you from chasing freedom. Stay Wokémon, fam.— Afrodite (@LilMissLadyLike) July 11, 2016
Remember the pokemon go endgame: getting you to walk into a jamba juice (from a convo I had with Niantic in 2014) pic.twitter.com/KZ9YIun2JW— Emanuel Trashberg (@emanuelmaiberg) July 11, 2016
Thinking about creating a phone network and selling a "Poke Plan" with 20gb Plans cause Pokemon GO MELTS DATA— OpTic Pamaj (@Pamaj) July 14, 2016
I know,these are old comments,but like I said,I am just now finding out how corrupt the makers of this retched game really are!Or,it is exactly what allAppshidden agendas are,to get you to buy into their productor other products that the company has developed.Wow,I would never have guessed that one!Capitalismat its obviousness!
This is,Thank The Lord Angry Birds 2 Is A Capitalistic App And Not A Government Conspiracy Too!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“It's a very small object to be capable of doing so many wonderful things, don't you think?""It does much more that that," Valkyrie said, opening up a game and showing it to him.His eyes widened. "What wonder is this?"
"It's called Angry Birds.”
- Derek Landy -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
If you want to read more aboutPokemon Go Conspiracies,just use any search engineand you will find hundreds of dedicated websites on the subject.Or,you can go tothrillist.comand save yourself some time.
Go Pokemon Go!
