A Personal Note on the Election, from My Facebook

I wrote this last night after the election had ended. Logging in, I had seen that many a friends status had changed to reflect disgust for America, and quite a few had stated their intent to leave the country, because it must have fallen into the worst of bad shoes. This bothers me no end, and when I become passionate about something, as I am with my country, then I write. And so I did.

This is that note.

Ok, I'm going to be straight blunt. No dodging bullets and laying it on thick so it goes down sweet. First off, Barack Obama and Joe Biden won both the popular and the electoral votes. Landslide. This is America. We're designed to work -somewhere- along those lines. People who play this partisan game and hate on a candidate because he or she Democratic or Republican need not apply to this, as you don't qualify as an informed voter to me whatsoever. You make your decisions based on what your party says is right, and you dare not cross barriers, for some godforsaken reason or another.

The Founding Fathers warned of parties, but we couldn't avoid them. The biggest downfall of a democratic nation is when the people stop deciding for themselves and start following the opinions of a select group of people, whether it's perfect for them or not. This is what partisanship is. I vote Republican because I am Republican. I vote Democrat because I am Democrat. That's not how this country was originally designed, and it's just lazy should you never even consider the other side, third options.

Beyond that, those who constantly talk about 'leaving America' because your candidate didn't make it into office, I challenge you: Make good on this promise. Leave this country, go to Peru, Europe, where ever you feel you'll be better received. No one demands you remain. But I tell you, don't be surprised when you find that other countries aren't better than here. Here, voices are heard. This year, the loudest voice was for Obama. If you love America, at -all-, then you know this is how our country works. America got what it wanted. -You- are not America. You are one piece that makes the puzzle.

McCain has my maximum respect. The man ran a fair campaign, and he was an upstanding guy. As a matter of fact, Palin was the dead weight that ruined his ticket for me. I don't want to get into that, but I want to say that I'm not some neo-liberal super-leftist. I'm registered Republican. I just found Obama to be the better ticket.

This country will continue to grow, prosper, and be plain awesome. There isn't another place in the world like this. Look far and wide, it's just not the same. America is an amazing place, and it's leaders always want the best for it. They may not always accomplish the goals they set out, but it is said that if you accomplish all your goals before you die, you underestimated yourself. I want to fix the world, but I realize I cannot do it all. Our President will want to do the same, but a man is a man, no matter the title he carries. Expect Obama to do his utmost to make his country the best he can. Those who are so closeminded as to turn a blind eye and instead blindly believe the country is over, please. The door is on the left.

Those who voted on belief, research, and non-partisan reasons, and really looked into things, I commend you. You are my brothers, my sisters. McCain supporters, thank you for supporting your candidate until the end. Thank you for standing by your beliefs and for taking the time to be an American, vote, and make your voice heard. I have utter respect for you, and nothing less. Those who voted for Obama, you know the feeling of democracy in action in a kinder light, but I say the same thing to you. Thank you for doing what true Americans do. Thank you for being another intricate, important cog in the one of a kind watch that is America. As a whole, it may feel that we are not felt, not seen, but every cog must move to make the watch work.

Now, it's time for America to look forward, and hope, hope constantly for the best.

Tell me what you think, how you stand. This is America, we all have voice here.

Personal Reflections on Psychology, Pt.1

Today I'm going to look at something I have learned about during my time here on Earth.

We all experience it, though most of us don't realize that it's there. It's the effect a room has upon us, and our personality at that moment. We've all heard how certain colors being prevalent in a room will influence the way we feel. Certain colors have a calming effect, making you feel more at ease with yourself and those around you. Other colors can bring out anger, rage, jealousy, and apprehension.

Now, we know that colors influence the way we feel in a place, but the lesser known fact is that previous experiences can greatly impact how you feel about where you are. It's a sad, but proven fact that victims of heinous crimes often will feel the most vulnerable and exposed when in the same room or place the crime was committed. It is often much, much harder for a widow to move forward from their loss while living under the same roof that their spouse once shared with them.

This is so true, in fact, that many professionals suggest that, in order to get the best night sleep, you should refrain from doing much else in your bed -but- sleep. If you play games, browse the net, talk on the phone, and so on a lot while in bed, your body won't become accustomed to the bed as the chosen place of rest, and it will take you up to 30 minutes longer to pull off your much needed shut eye.

This comes around to my point. If the power of previous experience is so strong that it can bring someone to tears, even to suicide, then it should become obvious fast that we should put ourselves most often in places that make us feel the best. Living in a house with a person you hate, and have hated for a while now, can be detrimental to your mental health and stamina. You'll find that if you cannot tolerate the other person, you will sleep later, longer, and wake up constantly groggy and possibly even slightly angry.

The worse part is, these feelings, once firmly set, are hard to escape while within the barriers of the rooms filled with such experiences. Intense hurt will not wane, even when the room is devoid of all but yourself. Screaming matches with your mother or father, long past, will still dwell within you when you stand in the rooms where they often happened. Dealing with these problems is something everyone can do, but it's truly a journey for yourself and yourself alone.

The worst situation one can find themselves in is when you are in a place full of these negative emotions, and cannot find a way out. The combination between the two will cause them both to increase in intensity, as you're faced with what seems to be a room, full of poison gas, and no way to escape it. You begin to panic, breathing quickens in pace, and you've effectively succumbed to the 'poison' in an even quicker fashion.

Such is the case with my house. Coming home is the worst part of the day, any and every day. What's expected, as I walk up the driveway to enter what most would call a humble abode, is fear, anger, hate, regret, and a whole slew of negative emotions. They bombard me before I even walk inside. This is because of repeated, inescapable arguments with my mother, where bumping heads have turned into tooth and nail ravishing that leaves our emotions torn and bloody, and our feelings for each other just that little bit more tattered than before.

I know first hand how powerful emotions from previous experiences can be, and it's a good thing to know that these are the reasons you may feel uneasy around someone, something, or someplace. Identify an exit before you attempt to face such emotions, and after you can assure yourself that escape is possible, that your personal battle won't back you against a wall, then begin the healing process that you alone must find. If you can't find an exit, then force yourself to search for a way out before allowing yourself to experience those emotions full-swing. I wish I could tell you exactly how to handle a situation where the bad experiences are still piling, but all I can say is that if you have the means, and the problems are so bad, walk away from them. Save the healing for another day.

It is said that those who live today, will survive to fight again tomorrow.

Crazy, Troubling Dreams...

So, I had an interesting set of dreams recently. The interesting part, is that these dreams are separated by weeks, and yet perfectly link up to each other. I don't have that happen often, and even less so, so long apart. It made the dream seem frighteningly real.

Due to the fact that this has perturbed me so, I'm going to write both dreams out to you, and to myself, for future generations to wtf about.

The first dream, occurring no less than three weeks before the second, goes easily enough:

I'm myself, first person, at an unknown and at least half-popular band's concert. Really enjoying myself, I'm partially moshing around, yet avoiding the main fray because I'm a little afraid of hurting someone, or a real brawl to break out.

As I'm listening, and bouncing around a little, I accidentally bump this chick in front of me, who turns around to get in my face about it. Then, I recognize her as one of my middle school teachers, a particular one that was really young for being a teacher, which would explain why she was there.

So, after recognizing one another, we start to catch up. She asks me how I got in, the tickets here were hard to get so close. I tell her that I'm friends with the band, and they get me in to most of the concerts. I'm basically working for them apparently, a quality control agent. If the band doesn't sound up to par, I inform them after the show, and they mix it up.

She thinks that's an awesome job to have, and asks about aspirations, as teachers often do. I tell her my aims are high, that I want to own a large-scale graphics business, and set it up to earn my money whilst I cater to my real creative side. She loves the idea, and tells me to go for it, and I smile and tell her that I'm already on my way. A little more indiscernible conversation occurs, and the dream is at an end.

The first dream was in my original conclusion really enjoyable, and a good sign for my overall mental health, even if it really seemed like a small dream.

Then, last night, my second dream.

Everything starts with Josh, the teacher, a few other people, and myself all wearing the same, blue shirts while getting preparations done at this really high-rise resort along the beach. We've all come together to run this cool contest for teens, something about finding the most outstanding, well-rounded individual in the US.

Josh is the host of the whole thing, announcing the next challenge, and talking them through it. The teacher is doing the coordination, setting everything up and making sure that the area the next challenge is in is arranged before the group arrives, and assuring that everything goes smoothly during the competition. I'm doing the interviews and all the film-related stuff, carrying a nice camera around with me everywhere, and generally keeping myself busy.

Most of the challenges go by without an issue, everything working out perfectly. Josh is doing a good job with keeping the people entertained and active in what they should be doing. Together, him and I keep them upbeat and lighthearted, even when some of them lose friends as they're eliminated, or get stressed when they come close.

The last step of the contest involving physical capability just over, all of the remaining kids start in for the resort. I get some filming done of them walking up the beach, and then head in with the rest of the staff, Josh staying behind to speak with the kids as they all head for the next challenge.

I ride up an elevator with around eleven other people, including my old school teacher, and we enter a room not unlike a furnished warehouse. It's walls and ceiling are dry walled and such, painted and furnishings put out such as seats and stuff, but you get this feeling that it's more for storage than for other people in the resort to see.

In the back of the storage room, there are all these desks set up in a semi-circle, and I count no less than fifty. Setting myself up for the shot when the kids come out of the elevator and up the stairs to arrive, I leave everyone else who's working alone.

The kids arrive, I get my shots, and they all sit and wait on the floor, a little ways away from the desks. We're waiting for the people who came up with me to finish setting up. Josh is trying to inspire the group to keep them upbeat, and calls me into it. We both have a good time keeping them excited, with myself pulling off a huge chant with them all, as they were getting loud and no one could hear anything we had to say.

My old teacher comes up to Josh, whispers something in his ear, and then he announces that it's time for the next challenge. He stands up, motions for everyone to move to a desk in the semicircle, and reveals what appears to be the next challenge, saying that we're going to talk about Katrina.

I shrug off the fact that I don't like the topic at hand, seeing as I know Josh well enough that he thinks Katrina and New Orleans was all retarded. He's said to me again and again that he thinks they're a bunch of whiners that got what was coming to them, and that people in Mississippi are overlooked, even though they had huge flooding. It's his choice, and everyone had at least one contest that was theirs personally.

As a person who looks a -lot- like Steven's dad stands in the middle of the semi-circle, talking about something that doesn't seem to pertain to Katrina in the slightest, motions to the group about part of the challenge being the creation of a petition, I scan the kids with my camera. I eventually do a close-up of some medals that the guy has on display, and then retreat to this little cubby over in the corner of the room, where I can film the speaker without being in the way of everyone.

When I get there, Jake is there too, working on his camera. He's wearing a blue shirt too, so he's part of the team. We talk quietly for a bit, enjoying a bit of reminiscing while the kids listen to the speaker. So far, everything is great. Then, as suddenly as can be, it all collapses.

As we're quietly speaking, and I'm filming, Brenden Tidd, whom a lot of you reading this do not know, points to our cubby and makes a move towards it, calling it something like a personal throne room. My old teacher tells him to sit back down, or else, and Tidd rebutts that we're back there, so he can be.

My old teacher responds that it doesn't matter, as both Jake and I are off the team, and we need to leave immediately. Jake and I grow indignant, because we did nothing wrong. Jake ends up just leaving, and my old teacher comes over to the cubby, telling me again that I have to leave.

I call her out, telling her that it's crap that she even thinks she can do this, as I was one of the originals who came up with this idea. Then, she starts ripping at me, telling me that I've always been so full of myself. I'm confused, and let her know that. She informs me that I think I'm so much better than anyone else, and that I've constantly got to let other people know that. Now I'm both hurt and confused. She's smiling, and tells me that she's never really appreciated me as a person, and refers to the time at the concert, saying that she 'had to endure me' through the entire thing, and that I ruined the entire experience for her. I'm angry now, because I really liked her, and she seemed to like me as a person back. Suddenly, I feel like all this trust I put into her has been wasted, and I'm holding myself back from doing something really bad, when she pipes up that 'everyone on the team agrees.'

Then, my alarm clock goes off. I decide that this is a dream that I don't want to pursue, and wake up to write this for future reference. Had my alarm gone off a few moments earlier, then it would have been an amazing dream. As it stands, it sucked it up horribly.

So go figure. I'll reread this later, and maybe try to analyze it. Tell me what you think. Keep it serious, at least as serious as you can.

P.S.: This is counting as a Writing Exercise.

Blast From The Past: Mystery Review

February 1, 2008 by Wolfey

Ok, so sue me. Oh, look at him, Wolfey won't update fast enough for me, he's so slow. What's his problem?

Come on, I know you 5 readers are thinking that. Well, here's another, straight from this slow-pokes mouth.

This afternoon, I was sitting in the restroom, conducting business nature had long ago planned for all of us in her uber eco-corporate office of hers, and thinking about this site.A majority of you who I know read this, well, I know face to face. I don't really expect a lot of outside readers, as much as I would absolutely -love- to have people I've never met from all around the world reading about my life and laughing at it like it's a big sit-com. I had plans for this place, people! I was going to be a -star-! Write about the news, say my piece on just about every topic under the sun, and most of all, -review- things.

Yeah, that far-fetched dream where a few producers throw me a bone every once in a while, so as I may give my unfettered spin of what should be where and why I do/don't like said product. Instead, here I am, hardly saying a word. Well, one step at a time. And with that said, I bring you my next review, with a little prologue on where I got the idea.

Remember, I was sitting on the pot.

Cottonelle Ultra, brought to you by the makers of Kleenex, the tissue used most by football players after they declare that they're 'going to Disneyland!' (Superbowl Sunday, people! COMMERCIAL TIME :D) Being on sale at Publix for the attractive price of 2 for 7.00$, my sister and I got 12 rolls of the stuff, hoping for the best.

Now, I'm not picky about my toilet paper. I notice a lot of these producers put frilly patterns on my ass-paper, and frankly, I don't understand it. It sits on a roll in a bathroom that is deserted for most of the day, and when someone arrives, it's shining moment of recognition is also it's downfall. You don't look at toilet paper unless you plan on using it. Well, Kleenex seems to know this and skips over the frills for a very, very functional ridge design. It makes me think I have some professional toilet paper, like it went to school for this.

One issue I have had with toilet paper in the past happens to be with texture and softness. I'm a man, and as a man, I like some rough things. I like to play football, I like to fight, and I also like to ATV when I can through mud, bushes, and other wilderness things. I do not like to be reminded of these things while in the process of using my toilet paper. I'll be the man to admit what we've all been thinking: as manly as we like to be, we like soft, supple toilet paper that makes our asses feel like pampered princesses. Those who do not agree, please get a reality check, or just use leaves. This Cottonelle Ultra was amazingly what I was hoping for, making... well, making my ass feel like a pampered princess. Next paragraph.

Something we all don't want to think about when we're thinking toilet paper (as if we like to think toilet paper) is whether it's going to be there for the long run. That's right, none of us want to think about that paper that ends out like Mir coming out of orbit halfway through a wipe. We want a paper that'll hold up through a wipe, fold, and make another pass. Give me my snowspeeder of toilet papers! It has finally come to pass: this toilet paper can easily take down any AT-AT you have... up there.

Lastly, for the fact that I'm actually in a writing mood, I'll tackle an altogether nonexistent issue with toilet paper: the mascot. I've never really been sold on mascots, more pushed away than anything. Some of them make no sense when it comes to our product. Little sewing ladies doesn't bring to mind -anything- I'd even remotely want near my ass, and the big fat bears strike fear to my exposed rear more than anything. and then you have Cottonelle, with a cute little puppy dog. It doesn't click any better, at first, but I now understand the message. Puppies are soft, and fluffy, and I'm sure if you found the urge would make your ass feel pampered and royal. Ah ha! What's more perfect (and televisable) to represent a content rump than a fluffy, fuzzy and soft puppy! My seat needs no shriveled old ladies sticking needles in my paper, nor do I want toilet paper that may attract bears. I don't care how many puppies play in my unraveled toilet paper as I do my business!

Ahem.

As for Cottonelle Ultra from Kleenex, I give it a 10 out of 10. I can assure you you'll have an enjoyable experience in your selected restroom establishment. Next week: ENDURANCE TESTING.

Just a Little Notice

As I begin to write more on this blog, I plan on carving a new one out of it, with more focus and a real drive behind it. A specific topic, you know? Think about Engadget, TUAW, Switched. Blogs that report on information, in a tailored fashion to a select audience. I doubt I'd be the next Engadget, but I'd still love to give it a good, solid try.

This is where my current base comes into play. You are all my friends, my family. I have a few ideas, and I'd like a few more. If you want to make a suggestion, talk to me about it, email me, anything to get them into my head to mull, mix, and become something.

More than that, I need talented writers who want something to give them direction. We all have blogs, but few of us write. So, if you write well, and you know how to research, then get in contact with me, and we'll see if we can't work something out. What could be cooler than being the base of a start up blog that could one day be huge?

Ok, maybe a lot of things, but still.

I can't wait for the -enthusiastic- response I'm sure to get!

Anyone?... Hello?...

Small Update, for Those Wondering

An update to Twitter's spam removal service resulted in a completely out of control anti-spam bot that removed a lot of followers from peoples list. I don't have a ton of watchers, but nonetheless, I lost almost all the ones I had. Twitter is working towards restoring the lists of everyone, so just sit tight and hopefully all our friends will be ours again. Just clearing the air for everyone that will be inevitably confused as to what all has happened.

I believe this was a failed attempt from the robots to overthrow us. Thank god they didn't succeed. And, they gave me something to write about!

The Dark Knight

When I saw Batman Begins in theaters, I was seriously impressed, and excited like a little school girl at the direction that Hollywood is taking my favorite DC comic hero.

Today, I saw The Dark Knight. Mark this on the record books, because my barriers for awesome have officially been blown away. The Dark Knight has, on every level, completely rewritten what it is that makes a movie great to me. I promise I'm not hyping it up when I say that that was the most near-to-perfect movie of the genre that I have ever seen.

The stars are most definitely the biggest three players in the movie. We have the prolific Batman played by Christian Bale, the malevolent Joker played by Heath Ledger, and Aaron Eckhart as the District Attorney, Harvey Dent. I won't go into details when it comes to how these three interact, as that's all part of the magic that this movie is so plentiful of, but I will make it a point to tell you this. As much as this is a Batman movie, the real star was Heath Ledger as the Joker.

I'm not a huge Heath fan, not crazed or anything like that. To be honest, before The Dark Knight, the only other movie I had even heard his name in was Brokeback Mountain, and from what I heard about that movie, I really wasn't interested in exposing myself to this actor. When I heard about his death, I did some research on him, and grew to respect his abilities, but I still wasn't -sold-.

Then I see Dark Knight, and I am forever changed. The late Ledger played the role of the Joker so -perfectly-, there's no other way to describe it than chilling. His presence onscreen is demanding of an audience, as he seems to have very little control over himself. His eyes, the flicking of his tongue as he speaks, the very way he speaks is all very... authentic. This isn't the Joker that you could never imagine existing. Ledger portrays him in such a way that he's believable to the point that you're glad it's a movie.

When you read of Ledger's devotion to the role, you gain another level of respect to his professionalism. Ledger lived alone in an apartment, spending hours upon hours just practicing posture, voice, and movements. He spent days reading The Killing Joke and the like. Ledger kept a diary of the Joker's thoughts and feelings as he practiced, pulling himself deep into the character. What he produces on screen is nothing less than a marvelously anarchic version of the Joker. Pure brilliance, and it will probably go down as Ledger's crowning achievement through his short time as an actor.

The story itself was deep, brooding, and at times, amazingly tense. Lighthearted humor here and there sprinkle the overall feeling that everything is spiraling out of control, just furthering your confusion as one moment Bruce Wayne is making a little humor at the sake of the District Attorney Harvey Dent, and moments later he's scrambling to get to his Batman suit as the Joker busts into his party, threatening everyone there.

The mood in the movie is dark and deep, reflecting on the challenges being faced by our heroes. Every moment, you can connect with any actor on screen, and feel the emotions and the weights that just wear at them. My overall view of the movie is definitely one of the best this season, and absolutely the best Batman movie ever. I can soundly give this movie a full 10 out of 10, and I highly recommend you take 2 and a half hours to watch it, they're worth the money spent. To help you hurry along, please enjoy this trailer, it's got some wonderful dialogue from the Joker himself:

On a different note, the one thing I can truly complain about is that the movie was almost ruined, as a high-pitched guy behind us couldn't find a way to just sit back and watch the movie. There were more than a few moments where I would have been riveted, where instead I was infuriated as the guy behind us whinnied his mouth off. I'm sure you won't have to deal with him, though, so don't let that deter you. I've got his address, anyways.

Remember to comment, it's much appreciated!

Writing Exercises, Pt. One: Anheuser-Busch

Every once in a while, for those of you who read this little corner of the world, I'll be exercising my writing to keep it strong. I don't know what form each will take, but expect odd things. One day it could be lighthearted, the next issue could be a deep chunk of my conscious exposed for your eyes to sift through. Please, feel free to comment what you will on them!

You have all seen the commercials lately on television, if you watch it at all during the day or at night: it speaks of how Anheuser-Busch is the original, real American beer. Personally, I could care less about beer, I'm not a regular drinker of alcohol, and when I do allow myself a drink, it's often to taste the drink, rather than achieve any sort of state. Still, I have found my fur has been ruffled with this series of commercials because, where I don't care for beer, I stand strong with patriotism and what it stands for. These commercials are for people like me: they're attempting to sell beer to people with the pitch that they're American. These commercials are relatively new, as in that they haven't been running on commercial spots for years.






Why would a patriotic commercial selling a brand of beer bother me? Alone, I'd have no issue with this. Anheuser-Busch is an American company, founded by Eberhard Anheuser in St. Louis, Missouri in the wonderful year of 1860. Along with his son-in-law, Adolphus Busch, they began the legacy that has become the American beer giant Anheuser-Busch. The issue is, they aren't going to be an American company for long.





As of July 13, Anheuser-Busch is in serious talks to merge with InBev, which is a Belgian-Brazilian brewing company. This company has been noted for it's underhanded tactics in the aquisition of brewing companies before, as Anheuser-Busch found out when InBev made a direct offer to shareholders in hopes to oust the board members. On top of such underhanded acts, InBev is currently under fire about possible dealing with Cuba, that they are currently attepmting to keep under wraps, because if such accusations were true, additional obstacles would be encountered when it came to dealing in the United States. While Anheuser successfully defended itself from the direct-to-shareholder offers InBev made, they have, as of the 13th, agreed to a merger, paying out 70$ a share.





Aside from InBev's underhanded tactics and possible shady dealings, they make note to assure those wary, like myself, of the merger that no brewing sites in the great U.S. of A. would close, and that they'll make an effort to keep a majority of management and board members with the new company. This is where I begin to shake my head in disbelief, as often, these kinds of deals where promises of 'attempts' and sincere 'hopes' often fall short of the expectations that they originally had spoken of. InBev will allow two board members to sit on the new Board of Directors. These two members will be faced with the rest of the board, which has been operating together and with similar interests for years. Should the decision be brought to the table to turn Anhueser-Busch as a label into the most watered-down piss liquid possible while still qualifying as a beer, these two members will find it hard-pressed to convince the rest of the board to do otherwise. While I'm not saying that scenario will occur, I believe I've made my point; the control of the company is no longer in the hands of those directors. The company is no longer American owned.





Which leads back to the commercials. I appreciate an American owned company. I like to know that the companies that make the stuff I buy, live in the country I live in. They see what we need better than anyone else could. You cannot possibly know what Americans want more than Americans do. Sue me for loving my country, and enjoying the idea that we still have companies that make product here, sell product here, and hire people here. What I'm confused about is the timing to these commercials. What a better time to tell your country and the people who drink your beer that you're American than right before you sell out to an outside business interest that is very much not American. I appreciate Anhueser-Busch because it's American, and it stayed that way for so long, even when the popular thing to do was to sell for massive profit to another company who wants stake in the American economy. It depresses me that, through all of that, I'm now seeing another company pressured into such an act.





Perhaps my facts are not straight, or I don't have the whole picture. I've done research, I've read about the situation, I'm not uninformed. Still, I'm not too high on myself to admit that I can only see so far as my position lets me, and I'm not an Anheuser-Busch shareholder, board member, or an executive with InBev. All I know is what I read, and I make sure I really read before I speak. With the information I've gathered, this is a bleak and saddening day for beer enthusiasts and patriotically minded people like myself everywhere. I doubt InBev will ruin Anheuser, but I can't see them running it as an American company.





It's also worth note that Anheuser-Busch is one of the few companies I can think of that is still run principally by a family member of the original founding families. Currently, August A. Busch IV is the President and CEO of Anhueser-Busch. For a company that large, that's a feat to applaud, and a real testament to the American Dream. Also, Anheuser-Busch is a staunch supporter of our troops, proven through actions and commercials alike.



This commercial was put out by Busch sometime in 2005, and unlike most patriotic commercials, I really feel like this was more sincere. Enjoy this, specifically if you respect and admire our men and women serving in the Armed Forces:










Simple, well done, and respectable. No beer, no flashy signs. Just a video of something that actually happens when our boys and girls get back.

Somehow or another a little comment on a series of commercials about beer became an overly Americanized rant on buy outs, foreign companies, and the American Way. Go figure. Still, it was fun to write about, and it puts another entry into the blog. Hope you made it through that.

Forgot to Mention

I finally achieved my goal of getting an iPhone! Yeah, I know in a matter of days, Apple will be releasing the highly acclaimed 3G iPhone, with A-GPS, 3G network support, and a new, lower subsidized price for new and returning users of ATT's network. Sign a two year contract, and you're set with an 8GB iPhone for 199$, and a 16GB iPhone for 299$. Sadly for myself, I could never guarantee for two years that I could pay 60$+ a month.

So I shopped around, Craiglist'd around, eBay'd around, and I found one I could afford, a 4GB original iPhone for 200$! Now it's here, and it's all sorts of the badass I had expected it to be. I can honestly say it was the best 200$ I've ever spent. Now, I'm saving up to make another 100$ for GoPhone Pay As You Go service! Soon, I'll be rocking in style, so check it then!

As an added notice, I'm also rocking the Twitter, hardcore. I think. Well, we'll see when I start using it more. Still, I'm in a great mood about my recent situation. iPhone for the win! Wait... do I capitalize the I? We'll figure this out in due time. Till then, keep rolling like a stone, bloggers and friends.

Saw WALL-E Today...

I have always been a huge fan of Pixar films. They always seem to get the nail right on the head when it comes to character design, story flow, and overall imaginative concept to creation. From Toy Story and Monsters, Inc., all the way to Ratatouille, Pixar has been able to warm my heart, and tell me a story that is always imaginative and crazy. It might just be me, but they connect you to the characters unlike anyone else has ever been able to do. That's just the magic of Pixar.

So tonight I went to see WALL-E, Pixar's latest production, with all the hopes that I would be in for a wonderful trip all over again. To be honest, it was more than I could hope for.

Starting at the beginning, I'm just going to applaud Pixar once more. It's not often anymore that you can watch a movie in theaters, and enjoy to such an extent the mini-movie that comes before it. Come to think of it, that's a dying breed, as it's only Pixar movies that give you the warm up show anymore, and Pixar is the only one who can deliver such an amazing show. Short, sweet, and hilarious, this little short about a magician's rabbit and his quest for his carrot was great. The entire audience ate it up, and I still can't help but crack a smile thinking of what happened between the advertisements and the actual movie. Pure gold.

Now, we get to the meat of the action. Fact is, I had no idea -what- WALL-E was about. I saw this little robot, with those ImageViewer eyes, and I just figured it was going to be some sort of funny robot movie. Not at all, and I was quite surprised, and pleased, with what I found. Pixar somehow made a really effective love movie out of robots. And threw in an important message while they were at it, without ever detracting from the overall story. I'm going to avoid specifics, because this is the kind of movie you hit people over ruining. I'd even tell you the meaning of his name, but that would key you in to the story, and if you really want it, just search the net. I'll just say that, at the end, I was tense as all hell, just hoping beyond hope that something would happen. You know, that kind of something that happens in great movies.

The flow of the story was great. There really wasn't a time that I felt like I was waiting for the next part of the movie to begin. The more you watch, the more you feel like the movie is moving with you, instead of the other way around. I was -enamored- by these little robots' story, and most of them couldn't even utter a word! It's not easy to convey strong emotions like love without a word or expression to do it with.

Now, I know I'm sort of rambling on about WALL-E. I've waved this nice little stick in front of you, aobut how amazing it is, and all of this great stuff I'm raving about it. Now I've thrown the stick, refusing to tell you about the movie myself. You should go get it! Seriously, go get a ticket, take the whole family and watch this movie, you won't regret what you get to see. As for any of my friends reading this, I'm up to go again, just give me a call and we'll go. That's truly how good it is. In the ancient ways of the movie critic, I give WALL-E a 9.5/10.

Dig it.

About this 'Blog' Ya got here...

So today, as of... what, 9:08 AM of this wonderful Sunday morning, as the birds are chirping, the air is... somewhat clean, and thousands of people file into Sunday Mass, I lay in my bed, observing my accomplishment.

I have successfully made a blog.

Now, I know I've done this before. Wrote the HTML for it, built it from the ground up, really. But, I hosted it on a horrible host, and they made it a pain in my royal ass to keep it up and running. So, Blogspot it is!

Everyone and their mothers have a Blogspot. I feel special like a little kid after they've been told by Mommy and Daddy that -everyone- is special. I'll make due, turn this thing into something I'm totally ashamed of. Which is good, because I'll look back at it in 20+ years of life and know that I at least got -somewhere-.

So, the question bares itself to my readers. What would some loon like Wolfey possibly want to do with a blog? The last thing that anyone remembers in my blog is a review about toilet paper.

Toilet paper.

Damn, this is going to be awesome.

(As an added side note, be prepared for me to re-up that post onto here, for everyone to reminisce over. Good times, good times.)