Blogs.. I havent written one in a while.

I tried so hard to focus my mind and create something interesting for my blogs. I tried to engage readers and entertain them... and looking back, I can see that alot of what I was writing was shit.

It might have been funny or interesting, but it wasn't satisfying.. at least not to me.

Well.. I don't care to impress anyone anymore. I want to use this blog as a way to communicate my thoughts, and that is all I want to use this blog for. If you want fun magical storytime with Nanos, then I suggest you talk to him and request that.

So, my blog filled only with my thoughts.. genius, I know. But what does that mean exactly?

Well.. I'm just going to feed the thoughts I have as they come out.

When I'm alone and thinking, I usually focus on one thing.. I explore it, i understand it, I pick it apart and look at what its composed of. Then, I branch off into a new subject once I have a complete understanding.

I think about everything.. things that don't matter, things that have a direct effect on my life, and things man has tried to understand since he came into being.

So thats the theme for my blog from this day forward, "My thoughts on everything"

I assume the best way to go about this is to have each blog about one concept. Whatever it is that I choose to be the topic, I will have you walking away knowing more about it than you ever thought was there.

Maybe that interests you?
Maybe you will come to love my mind?

But its like I said, thats not what I'm aiming for. Enjoyment and entertainment of others comes second to me having the satisfaction of getting these thoughts out there.

I can't say when the first of these new blogs will be written. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week, or it could be 3 hours from now... It just depends on the next time I focus my mind on something.

Till then, I hope you remain happy and fulfilled.

Peace, Love, and Eternal Happiness.

Im waching that episode of Tom and Jerry where tom starts singing to the girl cat, and hes like "Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?"

Jerry just got mad at Tom cause he was playing his cello too loud and woke him up.

Since the song is over, I turned the Tv off.

I am now 3 thoughts into my newest blog, 4 if you count this one... and I still havnt decided on a subject.

I think I might just let it serve as a testament to how hoplessly sporadic the world around me is.

Sporadic.. thats a cool word. I should use it more often.

I think that alot of people would belive that I have a slight case of A.D.D.

However, thats the futherest thing from the truth.

My mind goes to wierd places really fast, but its all connected logically to me.

Im not sure exactly what Attention Deficit Disorder is, but the way I see it depicted is people constantly being sidetracked by little unimportant thoughts.

Its become almost cool to say you have A.D.D. nowadays.

"Whats wrong with you?"
"Oh, I have ADD"
"really? thats cool!"

No.. its not cool. You probably just drank so many bottles of cough syrup in an attempt to get high that now youre brain only functions in short spurts.

Not that there aren't genuine cases of ADD, I just feel that its overdiagnosed.

I just got my little brother up and sent him off to school.

As soon as he was out of sight, I smoked a cigarette.

Camel Light... bleh.

I'm not suppossed to let my little brother know I smoke, per my mom's rule.

It sucks, cause there are some days where he wont leave me alone for long enough to sneak outside.

Its cool that he looks up to me.. but chill the fuck out, little man.

I think that mentality comes from the fact that I didnt have an older brother.

Sure, I had my sister growing up... but most of the time she was doing her own thing.

The title of this blog came from me watching a McDonalds commercial.

They were saying something about chicken in happy meals.

It angered me for some reason.

TV commercials have really been annoying me latly.

I guess because I havnt watched tv in a while, and since Rays gone Ive had nothing better to do.

I caught a pikachu last night.

Caught it at lvl 25 in the power plant.

Trained it to lvl. 30, then evolved it into a Riachu using a thunderstone I found on the ground right before I found the wild pikachu.

I played pokemon yellow version last year.

It always made me mad that I couldnt evolve Pikachu into Riachu.

I guess I took it out on this pikachu by making him evolve.

Poor little guy.

But we trained alot last night.

I needed a thunder pokemon to beat Loreli of the the Elite Four.

Got Riachu to level 43 then finally went in and decimated the Elite Four.

It was the hardest battles I've ever had against the Elite Four in any pokemon game.

Eventually it came down to my lvl 63 Blastoise against Gary's lvl 60 Gyarados.

We kept using potions on our pokemon... about 5 each.

Its dumb that your opponent can use potions more often in this game, but I guess it makes it more fair.

Either way, I became Pokemon leauge champ (and this time it actually felt like an accomplishment)

Apparently I can talk alot about pokemon.

I guess really, no matter how cool I seem.. Im always going to be a nerd at heart.

Oh well, I dont give a fuck.

I enjoy myself playing pokemon.. and most people dont enjoy themselves because they deal with made-up drama and dont play pokemon.

I will catch all the original pokemon.

I think thats why Ive been playing it latly.

I realized that when the games were popular, i always said I would.. but then never did.

Its about changing myself.

Im going to start finishing what I set out to do.

I guess I gotta start somewhere.. and why not with the first thing I can remeber telling myself I was going to do?

I dunno if im going to stop once I have all the orignals though.

I might just decide that I want to get all those ugly new pokemon too, just to prove a point.

I sent Mars this message on AIM exactly one hour ago:
 
NanRaven (7:42:10 AM): Dear lamesauce,
NanRaven (7:42:20 AM): you are a stupid cunt
NanRaven (7:42:29 AM): I really really hate you
NanRaven (7:42:32 AM): Love,
NanRaven (7:42:34 AM): Nanos

Then she didnt reply.

5 minutes later, she wnet idle... so I sent this:

NanRaven (7:50:07 AM): OMG.. did you read that, and then faint because you thought I really hated you... and then hit your head on your computer desk, and now youre idle because youre passed out in the floor and in need of emergency medical assistance?

One hour later and still no response.

Now Im sure in any normal circumstance, it would be perfectly normal to assume that she probably just left her computer on and is busy.

But I am Nanos, and thus this is no normal circumstance.

I mean, I am really fucking amazing.

And im sure hearing me say I hate someone must be devastating to that person.

So there is about a 50% chance that she really is passed out in the floor with a head injury.

I wonder if I would be liable for that?

Reckless Endangerment.

"Your honor, Mr. Nanos did not exercise proper caution when jokingly professing hatred to my client. He should have been aware of the dangers of his actions, and therfor my client is seeking 12 Billion dollars in damages. 400 for doctor bills, and 11 Billion, 9 hundred 99 million, 9 hundred 99 thousand, 6 hundred dollars for pain and suffering."

I think that people should get money for pain and suffering.

The shitty people in the world should have to pay the good people for making them put up with the shittiness the shitty people cause.

Thats a crazy thought, but most people would agree with it.

Alot of shitty people would agree, because they figure they would be on the good side, and thus get paid.

Really, they would be agreeing with a plan that costs them a dumb amount of money.

And as cool of a concept as that sounds, there is no way it would work.

There is no definitive measure of a person's shittiness.

Its all relative.

And then there are some borderline shitty people.

Good at heart maybe, but easily overcome by anger or selfishness.

Those are the people I look for.

Its hard to find people that are genuinly not shitty.

But I can find a few borderline shitty people, and push them over to the good side.

Plans are in the works for me to visit Ashleigh (sorry for mentioning you right after talking about shitty people)

And if I visit Ashleigh, that means I get my cat, Hugin.

Dont fucking laugh at that name, I named her.

Hugin Willow Nanos.

Hugin was a raven, and pet of the god Odin.

I like raven.

And theres the whole Nanos is a god theory.

I figured it would be a good name.

Hugin was a knowledgeable raven, and flew around collecting news for Odin.

In fact, Hugin means "to think"

And the name fits, because my Hugin actually happens to be a very curious and smart cat, so Im told.

This blog is getting to long... so I leave you with a picture of Hugin Willow Nanos, newest child of the Nanos/Asheleigh civil union.

The sound of my footsetps on the pavment was interrupted only by the wind in the trees or the occasional car passing by.

I pulled my jacket closer to me, trying to salvage whatever heat I could find, but ultimatly I only found a small bit of warmth.

The streetlights danced ahead of me casting their light along the sides of the street. The orange glow made me feel as if this was some sort of dream.

Looking back on the night.. it would be alot easier if this were only a dream.

Nanos: Why are we here?
Justin: We have to be here.
Nanos: And where exactly is "here"?
Justin: Im not sure exactly. I don't think I've ever been on this road.
Nanos: Why couldn't we have just stayed? You knew it was fucking freezing tonight.
Justin: But didn't you want to get out of there? Aren't you hungry for adventure?
Nanos: I'm hungry for something to eat, not for adventures.
Justin: There will be plenty of time for that later.. but right now we can't.
Nanos: Well can we at least stop in that park for a minute? We've been walking for over an hour.

I started to cross the street and noticed a car heading my way. It passed just as I was getting on the sidewalk, and the rush of wind it created slashed at my face like a knife.

I pulled my hood on over my head and made my way to a bench facing some swings.

I fumbled around in my pockets with my frozen hands and produced a cigarette.

Light is heat.
When it's cold, heat is good.
Man likes what is good.
Its a primal instinct.
Like man's love of fire.
How nice to feed two lusts at once.

With each slow puff of the cigarette I could feel my lungs warming up from the smoke.

I pulled my legs up and sat in a ball to warm the rest of my body up.

Nanos: Now see, isn't this fucking cozy?
Justin: Yeah

I took another hit, and slowly exhaled watching my breath blend with the clouds, then fade away to the night sky.

I sat mesmerised by the stars for a few moments.

Nanos: They're pretty.
Justin: Mankind has sat and stared at the stars since the first night he was on Earth.
Nanos: Yeah.
Justin: And even though now we know alot more about what they are, they still enchant us.
Nanos: I wanna touch them.
Justin: Havn't we all at one point?

My hand reached out to the heavens above.

I knew it was silly to think I could touch the stars, but I felt it was nice to let the kid in me dream.

"Dont you wish he was still alive?"

"Who?"

"The kid in you that you let die."

I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. I looked down to see what it was, but only saw darkness.

Nanos: What was that?
Justin: I don't know. Probably a raccoon or cat or something.
Nanos: Or mabey its a zombie!
Justin: Why would a zombie in the bushes?
Nanos: Because it wants you to stick your head in the bush and see what that noise was.. and when you do... SNACKTIME!

I stood up and started walking away from the park, but I heard a chain rattling behind me.

I turned around and now there was a girl sitting in one of the swings.

At first I was a bit startled by the girl suddenly appearing... but soon I saw the familiar face of an old friend.

She smiled at me as she stood up and started walking my way.

Oh little angel who haunts me so
who warns me from my future woe
I wonder if ever your song cam be as a fair as you?
or can i ever forgive the torment you put me through?

Nanos: Who's that?
Justin: Don't worry about it.. Hey, why don't you go play for a bit while I talk?
Nanos: Aww but I wanna stay
Justin: Were only going to be talking about boring stuff, and besides you can go swing
Nanos: hmm.. ok!

I watched Nanos run along and as he passed the girl I heard him say "Hello, mysterious shadow woman.. I'm taking your swing!"

The girl didn't pay any attention to him, and instead kept her eyes on me.

She stopped in front of me and without speaking took my hand, leading me to a nearby tree where we sat down.

She said, "Hello, Justin. Its been awhile hasn't it?"

I smiled thinking back to our last vist and replied, "It's been too long"

She moved over to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

It had been a while since I'd had her that close to me, and her warmth was more than enough to keep me from complaining.


I looked back up at the stars and didn't say anything for a moment.

I almost didn't want to have the conversation I knew we were going to have, but I guess it was inevitable.

"What is it you came to tell me, Truth?"

Well.. that was a story I wrote that preludes a bulletin I posted a few nights ago, which was metephorically based upon an actual event.

I'm working on using different styles in the same work to paint a multi-dimensional picture of the story... and while I am not quite getting the results I imagined, I am fairly happy with this first experiment.

I leave you with the orginal bulletin, and as always feel free to comment.

"I Saw Truth Last Night"

She smiled and put her head upon my shoulder.
and I held her closer as she whispered in my ear.
We're old friends: me and truth
I've sought her out many a cold night.
But tonight she had new revelations to tell
And I listened intently to her golden voice.

"A new path was before me
and I had best go with haste
because to lose this way
would certainly be a waste"

And as freely as she came, she left my grip
floating to new hosts, a kiss on my lip.

It wasnt quite a lucid dream. I realized I was dreaming, but I didn't have complete control of the dream even though I realized I should.

I went to use her bathroom. I'm standing there pissing, when suddenly I realized that theres no way I could be there. The only possible explination was that I was dreaming. I held up my right hand and focused on it intently. If this was a dream, I could make my hand into a gun.

The change happened slowly..  slower than it should have. My hand was blurry, the tip metal. I tried harder and harder to make it change completly.. but it wouldn't. I got frustrated, and eventually watched my hand return to normal.

The next thing I knew, I was kneeling at her bedside. I looked around and realized everything was moved to the right. What was on the north wall in reality was now on the west. I keep going over it in my head. What could the shift mean?

I talked to her. Told her how she died. Explained her last few hours to her. At first she a bit to suprised to hear that she was dead, but in the end she seemed a bit amused by it all. Then, nothing.

I can't say I woke up immediatly, there was just nothingness for a bit. I cant remember what went on.. my next thought was that the water in the shower was too cold. Im not sure what to make of it all.

Mabey it was only a dream.

Mabey I was the messenger sent there to tell her what had happened.

I don't know. Normally I would just shake it off as a strange dream.. but my dreams have been getting more and more strange latly. Too many freaky things..

Im seeing things and people.. and then I run into them.

I had a dream about Dana, then 5 hours later I saw a girl who looked just like her.

I'm seeing events in my dreams then witnessing them happen in real life.

I can't descibe whats happening... and if there is something to this, then I'm not sure what to make of this last dream.

Its all so confusing.

The first one is actually a self-portrait. The beginning of a series most likely. I'm not going to bore you with words on this one, find your own meanings.

The second one is a dream I had last night.

I was looking, and as far as the eyes could see, this city stretched. Buildings stacked upon each other, a scene of chaos. None of the buildings had windows because no one wanted to look at the mess they had created. A very dismal scene, to say the least.

"Dear Dr. Nanos.

My name is Era and I need your help.

I represent a group called The Six. We are working to save you and everyone you know, but I can't do it without your help.

I can't tell you much right now. I fear he might be watching soon. I only have a short window to get out my message.

Subscribe to my blog, and more info will come when I can offer it."

That was sent to me about 10 minutes ago, I tried replying... but didn't get anything back

Anyone care to tell me WHAT THE FUCK this is?

As a man of high knowledge, I am often asked deep, spiritual questions.

And try as I might to be a good diety, I sometimes find myself unable to answer certain questions.

This inability is a result of the asker not being ready to handle the answer, or because there is no definite answer, only speculation.

One question, which I feel falls under both categories, is, "Who would win in a fight between Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris?"

And despite my reasoning for not answering, people still persist upon asking.

So, I've taken a drastic measure.

I took Lee and Norris from the prime of their fighting abilities, and pitted them together in battle.

So now you may watch, my children who insist upon asking what I did not want to answer. But be warned that finally knowing the outcome will fill you with an emptiness; a curse I wanted to save you from.

Roll the footage:

Its been a while since my last blog posting... but I'm back... well... WE'RE back.

Take a look at this..

It is a strange variation of a celtic trinity knot.

When I look at it, I do not see a trinity.. I see two different personalities, woven from the same consiousness, held together against their will. Essentially, I look at this and see myself...

I think it would be knid of cool to get that tattooed on me.. though I'm still really not sure if a tattoo is the best thing for me.. I think that after a while I might get tired of seeing it.. the one thing that irritates me the most is something being the same for a long time... I can't stand to look at the same piece of art every single day, and thats why I'm in doubt about something that is going to be permanently on my body.

I am glad, though, that I found something that I can really "relate" to in a way... I mean, I've never looked at something before and seen myself in it (mirrors don't count) So if I ever do decide to get a tat, this would probably be the design I would go with.

I wish I could learn a bit more about this symbol though... I've found loads of information on celtic trinities, but nothing on this particular variation.. anyone got any ideas?

12 days 6 hours until the fight is finished.

"Nanos, please share some of your wisdom with us"

I get that request alot.

Apparently people aren't content with me simply stating that I possess vast intelligence.

Apparently people need a reason to believe.

I can't blame them for that.

It is the core function of the human mind.

To question things before believing.

The only thing I dislike more than a skeptic is a person devoid of skepticism.

Anyways, I think I have created a good response to the request.

Something thought-provoking that won't delve too deeply into a subject, creating a long text-book-like explaination.

The best way to "share my wisdom" is to explain what wisdom is, that way people will know what they are asking is impossible for anyone to do.

But by answering like this, I think that I can lead the mind to wisdom.(though the phrase "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink" seems all too relevant here)





Here is what I have:

Those who ask for wisdom will not find it.

It isn't something that is given, rather, it is something you attain.

However... You can't go out looking for wisdom.

It isn't out there for you to find.

It isn't waiting for you underneath a tree.

It isn't on top of a desert plateau

It isn't in some desolate, far-off corner of the earth.

It is in many places at once.

But, It won't come to you either.

You can't sit at home waiting on it.

You must be out getting it, but at the same time you cannot be searching for it.

So then, how does one get wisdom without searching for it?

Well......

I'll tell you when I find out.

*Any thoughts or comments?*

It's Mothers Day!!!!
Woohooo!!!!
I would like to dedicate this entire wonderful blog to my favorite mother: Ashleigh!!

Yes, Ashleigh.... that beautiful girl currently located above the words you are reading now.

Now you ask yourself, "Self....(dramatic pause)... is Asheligh a mother?"

Well... to that, I answer "yes"

Ashleigh is a mother.

In fact, she is the mother of my child.

Little Daniel.

I love that little kid.

look at him.

He's got my nose

and his mother's amazing eyes.

and a combination of both of our sexy hair.

Ok..... so mabey that isn't our biological kid...

but you have to admit, looking at that picture... he looks just like a kid would with me and Ashy as parents.

If..... no wait..

WHEN we have our kid, I imagine that it will look a whole hell of a lot like Daniel.

And if he turns out half as cool as the kid, then I'll be damn proud of him.

Moving on, I am a bit sad. Because as cool as Ashleigh is.... shes leaving soon. :(

Dr. Nanos is graduating high school.

Woohoo.

I guess its normal to be sad that you're going to leave all of your friends.... but strangly, I'm not feeling that.

Ashleigh is the only one I'm really bummed about leaving.

Shes my best friend.

Shes the mother of my child.

Shes my civil union partner.

I'm going to miss her sweet smile.

I'm going to miss her laughing at my dumb jokes.

I'm even going to miss the awkward moments we have whenever someone asks us why we aren't going out.. and were just like "uhhhmm...."

;)

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I've always kinda wanted to film a movie... I have the basic idea in my head already...

Theres a guy, an average buisnessman, on vacation in a large hotel. His room is on the 24th floor. He has a nice view of a coastal city's skyline from his window.

He is planning on meeting up with a few of his college buddies from a few years ago at a bar in the city. He recieves a phone call that his friends are ready at 8PM, and then makes his way out of the room and through the hall. He passes a woman who looks exausted on his way to the elevator.

  He gets in the elevator and pushes the button to go to the ground floor, then the woman makes her way into the elevator too. The two exchange smiles, then the doors shut and you hear the elevator ding a few times, and it stops at the 16th floor to let on a couple who is arguing. As soon as the doors shut, the power goes out.

 The screen is black for about 30 seconds and the 4 people exchange gasps and explicatives. Then the lights come back on but the occupants of the elevator soon realize they are stuck.

Thats the entire movie.

4 people in an elevator.

Stuck for hours.

They talk and learn things about each other's lives and ultimatly find out what they had let themselves get away from, whether its having kids, or falling in love, or being sucessful.

Then they finnally get out of the elevator in the end.

The arguing couple has now rekindled their once-failing marriage, and decide to go back up to their room, after making a really corny joke about taking the stairs just be safe.

The man asks the woman who is a single mother to join him for dinner, and says he wasn't looking forward to going to the bar anyways.

They walk off, and the camera moves behind them and zooms out... then elevator doors close on the scene.

I've always been facinated by human interaction during abnormal circumstances.

Different types of people thrown together by fate and forced to be around each other for a few hours.

The Breakfast Club is quite possibly the best example I can think of.

Anyways... the name of my movie will be Elevator.

Nothing glamorous, just simple and to the point.

Reflecting upon the simplness of meeting someone in an elevator.. of an ordinary situation.

I think I've mentioned this at least a hundred times this week, but Im currently writing a song called "Either the Theory of Immaculate Conception Is True, or My Girlfriend Is Just Cheating on Me."

I think it could be a hit.

Platinum Records.

Recording Contracts.

Sold-out summer tours.

Fans begging us to play Freebird, and instead we play Ziggy Stardust.

I've been listening to David Bowie lately.

I think that man was a decade ahead of his time.

Its almost a shame that he isn't held with the same respect and veneration as some of the other founding fathers of rock history.

History isn't fair, is it Bowie?

Well... I'll always hold you and the Spiders from Mars as one of the greats.

Right up there with Bon Jovi and Bob Dylan.

Now if you will excuse me, I think I hear a knockin' at my door.

(No one will understand that joke unless they know about both Nanology and Bob Dylan's musical genius.)

Its been a while since I've posted a blog.

Well... get over it.

I'm here now, so you can stop complaining.

You see this blog is like supply and demand... I've been in short supply of a blog for over a month, so I would imagine that means the demand for it must be astronomical.

Wouldn't it be nice if things really were like that?

The ladies would be screaming my name, throwing bras at my comment board, and generally causing a controlled riot in my honor.

What can I say? I'm a sexy man.

*sigh* Its a blessing and a curse.

Speaking of girls...

Theres this girl.. shes ummm... how can I put this??

Let me put it in musical form

Yeah... see, the only problem is... I dont have a magical carpet.

If only I hadn't lost that damn flying carpet!!

Until I do find it, I'm not sure if I can work up the courage to talk to her about it.

In other news, I took the ACT saturday.

I laugh at the ACT.

If you ask me, that test is on a very remidial 8th grade level.

I took the ACT Plus Writing.. and I am kind of anticipating my scores on that.

My topic was if schools should get rid of extracurricular activities... and I sided against getting rid of the activities, and took a bit of a satirical viewpoint against the teachers calling for the end of them.

I think at one point I even said "teachers like that don't need to be so hasty in condemning these children to a dismal childhood."

I would like to see the guy who rates those writing tests whenever he gets mine.

It will probably blow him away...

I will admit that I wrote it on a level most high schoolers do not even possess.. nor probably ever will.

I like poptarts.

Especially those of the chocolate variety.

I think I will go enjoy one.

Take care.

Leave comments.

You guys know how this works.

Just a quick note here: I am guest hosting the A.D.D. Blog from my own blog. You ask, "Is that even possible, Nanos? Wouldn't that mean you are just doing a parody of the A.D.D. blog?" and I can understand where those questions may come from, afterall.. this is a renegade publishing, and not an official A.D.D. blog... but if I say I am guest hosting, then damnit, I am guest hosting!

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Day 192.5 of THENERVOUSBREAKDOWN.COM experiment.

Oftentimes, I think back to my youth.

The glory days of my existence.

A time when the world felt like it revolved around me.

Adults ran around lost amid their troubles.

The rent was due.

Friday's paycheck was too far away.

The world was about to end.

And my generation was free from all of these worries.

We would go outside and play for hours.

It wouldn't matter if we were black or white.

Rich or poor.

Democrat or Republican.

None of that mattered.

I still don't care about those things, but alot of my peers do.

I hate the word peers.

It implies that I am on an equal level with my age group.

It is a constand reminder of the age discrimination I want to distance myself from.

A sharp pain in my side that I am still just an underage kid, despite my startling mental capacity.

>

Anyways, I wish I could talk to the kids of today.

I wish I could stress how lucky they have it.

I wish I could tell them to relish in the innocence they hold... because the rest of us will soon steal that away from them.

We need to realize the impact of our actions, not just on kids, but on the entire world.

Early last year, I was walking around Santa Monica Community College (which I do not attend, nor have ever visited.)

I was enjoying the day.

Birds were singing.

Clouds were passing.

It was another perfect day in California.

I stopped by a vending machine and bought a Dr. Pepper.

Dr. Pepper and black tea are the only drinks I drink.

Dr. Pepper and black tea are the only drinks anyone would ever need to drink.

Anyways.

Perfect day.

I'm walking.

The bottle is sweating.

Theres a tree up ahead.

A guy and a girl were sitting at a table reading.

Then suddenly I had a fanciful idea.

I had the urge to throw my bottle high over the tree and catch it as it came down.

Do it all in a single, fluid motion.

A childlike notion.

Perfectly harmless in theory.

I quickened my pace.

The guy looked up from his book.

For a split second, I questioned what this guy might think of my attempt.

But I had already committed myself to this game.

I had already decided to give into my childlike notions.

I was a bit angry that I even considered stopping for this guy.

I think that anger made me vault the bottle harder than it needed to be vaulted.

The bottle soared up through the tree, and hit a bird right in the head.

Battleship sunk.

The bird crashed into the ground right next to a puddle and a vroken water bottle.

Here is a diagram to help illustrate the scene:

Trajectory Challenged.

I believe I read a book on the subject once, though I can't recall the title.

It was a great read.

I wish I could remember the name.

Anyways, I told this story for two reasons:

1. Hypothetically, not being hesitant in your decisions can ultimatly lead to regret, and

2. Communism is bad.

Look at it this way.

We've all got a hypothetical Dr. Pepper, and we're in front of a hypothetical tree, and hypothetically there is a beautiful bird in this tree.

Then you get the notion to throw it.

Do you risk the bird's saftey to achieve your childish pleasure?

or,

Do you question what everyone else will think about you, and fold under the pressure?

Thats one of the great decisions in life.

Throw that theoretical Dr. Pepper, or don't.

Personally, I've already wasted one theorectical Dr. Pepper, and I would like to drink the next one.

Thats all folks,
Nanos

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