Thursday, December 31, 2015

How to say "Happy New Year" in Afrikaans

English: Happy New Year
Afrikaans: Gelukkige Nuwejaar

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Kwanzaa the Koala Bear

"Mother why is Pa so sad?" Kwanzaa asked.
His mother Matta looked at him with compassion and replied,
"It's because he is concerned about your sister Gina."
Kwanzaa takes his seat at the dinner table as Matta sets the table.
"Pa must really love her, but I'm sure Gina will be okay. She will be okay won't she Ma?"
Matta places Kwanzaa's plate in front of him at the table,
"I sure hope so Kwanzaa."
"Well, in a book I read yesterday the author simply stated that as long as the sun comes out we have another day to make things right," Kwanzaa says with a big smile on his face.
Matta smiles, "That must of been a good book. I just hope Gina apologizes when she gets home. She said some pretty harsh words to Pa."
"But that's what family is for Ma. Sometimes we have to be upset to learn what it's like to be happy," Kwanzaa says as Matta pours vegetables on his plate,
"I guess you're right. Now eat your food before it gets cold."
Gina burst in the house and gives Pa a hug.
"I passed my exam with flying colors Pa!" She says with a big smile on her face.
Kwanzaa looks at Matta, "See Ma, I told you. Look at Pa. It's like she forgot all about her punishment."
They both smile as Gina and Pa make up. It almost seemed like Pa had never put Gina on punishment for her grades. All it took was for Gina to realize that she got a good grade to make Pa happy. In the little time they were apart, each of them had been working on a way to show that they both cared. Gina just needed to show Pa that she was not trying to let him down. Once Gina saw Pa's smile she felt much better and Pa felt much better knowing that she cared all along. Kwanzaa was right, sometimes all it takes is for family to be sad to appreciate what it feels like to be happy.
Happy Kwanzaa from Kwanzaa and the Koala family.

Monday, December 28, 2015

New years wisdom:

One second at a time, one minute at a time, one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time, and one year at a time.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

What you may not know about Christmas and the Bible:

Did you know that the Bible as a book is an all time best seller? Maybe that is why they call it the "greatest story ever told." With all of the unknowns about Christmas, I hope someone volunteers to share a piece of the Christmas story this holiday season. 
Seasons Greetings from Method 8.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

How to enhance your imagination around the holiday:

When looking in space you'll see stars that look like Christmas decorations.
When looking at house decorations from far away they look like stars.
When looking at a city from a distance the lights almost look like space.
The traffic lights can even pass as Christmas lights.
This alone proves that the imagination has no limits.
This is an understanding of arts infinite ability.
The imagination is so great that we can pull ideas out of our thoughts and create just like the creator. The possibilities are endless.
Where there is nothing, there is something.
Where there is him, there is her.
When you fall, you get up.
When you forget, you remember.
When you lose, you win.
Where there is hunger, there is food.
As long as there is something greater, there is something to believe in.
Happy Holidays.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

What is a cue?

If you've ever been on any set and heard a director mention remember your cues then you have some idea of what a cue is. To simplify what a cue really means you have to think about where do you start. A cue is a line, a signal, or a gesture to get you in the motion of the performance.

Monday, December 21, 2015

How using a backdrop can save time and money:

Most of the time in theatre and movies you will see things in the background that look real. This real image is often a painting or a picture placed in the background to project a real setting. The image is called a backdrop. Backdrops save directors a lot of time and money because they don't have to pay for a location. The director doesn't have to travel either. Backdrops are used in almost every production. They often look so real that the eye can't tell the difference.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Camp West and the North Star:

For some reason I keep seeing death. It's like someone is trying to stop mankind from living. I see this place, it's like a camp of people with nothing left. They have nothing. I don't know how to help them because I have no money or resources all I have is love. Every night they get down on their knees and they pray as though God has given them a promise. I look around and I see people with everything and they seem happy but I keep seeing this camp of people. Some of them are black and some are white. I don't know if they have anyone left. It seems all they have is each other. They don't even have a symbol, or a face to show them what God looks like but for some reason their heart is in the right place. I don't know why I keep seeing this, maybe these people are my ancestors. Maybe they're trying to tell me something. I may just be like them. They have this look on their face as though they are waiting for something or someone. That is what I keep feeling and that is what I keep seeing. I don't know how to help them. There is only one star in the sky.


We're all human beings searching for something to believe in.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

What does the Artistic Director do in the Business of Theatre?

The artistic director choses the plays and the people who will bring the play to life within a particular non-profit theatre. This person oversees the creative aspect of the theatre and makes sure that each production has some form of artistic quality. In many theatres the artistic director may even direct some of the plays.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Little Myisha and her holy language:

Myisha was a strange kid, she was very energetic. It was a Thursday evening when Myisha's mother noticed something very strange. Myisha was up in her room listening to music, but it sounded like she was speaking another language.
"Myisha are you okay?" her mother asked.
Not hearing her daughter reply, she burst through the door and pulled the plug on the radio. Myisha sat there on the floor shaking filled with some form of spirit. Almost as though she were speaking in tongues. Her mother went to grab the bible and noticed that this was the exact same thing in reference to ACTS. Myisha's mother had to test the water so she started playing certain music around the child to see what Myisha would do. Whenever Myisha would hear a spiritual note or a certain tone in the singer's voice, Myisha would start shaking and speaking another language. Around Christmas the family got a kick out of this, so they started using Myisha to go caroling. When they started to sing, Little Myisha would get excited and start speaking  in tongues. Everyone loved the way she ushered in the spirit around the holiday. She started developing a mass following on social pages. Little Myisha was the best thing since Michael Jackson's moonwalk. Churches paid her millions to come visit because everywhere she went the spirit followed. It was a phenomenon that no one could explain. In time Myisha's ultimate test would come when the terror started around the holiday season. When Myisha's mom saw the news she just knew she had to get her daughter involved. There was death everywhere.
"Okay Myisha, we have to test out this gift that God gave you. We need you to bring back the holiday season," Myisha's mother said to her daughter dressing her up as a candy cane with a glittering star on her head. We have to present our own anti-terror attack. We will call it the "glee counter terrorist plot." She took Myisha and put her in the middle of the shopping mall when Myisha started to hear the music she started moving around speaking in tongues. People started praising God and passing out on the floor.
"Oh my God look at how beautiful she is," one lady screamed.
Myisha's mother's plan was working as people soon forgot all about the terror and more about the spirit of the season. Little Myisha saved the world. Everyone from all over started speaking in tongues around the holiday. Myisha ushered in the real spirit of the holiday. Her gift to usher in the holy spirit was evident, but most of all it was revelation. Myisha was a holiday savior, but most of all she reminded people of the savior.
The End

Monday, December 7, 2015

Notice all of the art this holiday season:

Although all of the pictures and art work you see around the holidays are far from facts you can learn how to enhance your own imagination. All of the festivities and magical themes can show you how art is a big part of every culture. You can also see how people get ideas and how diversity and research plays a big part in how people interpret history and how art has influenced the minds of every being. One amazing thing about art around this time of year is how people decorate their homes. This proves that art plays a big part in our everyday lives. If people can paint their image of God maybe you yourself can create what you think God looks like. That would not only be an interesting art project but it would be a peaceful way to liberate your own artistic impulse and who knows maybe you may even find favor in the heart of a forgiving God, if you believe.

Friday, December 4, 2015

The First Holiday

"How is he feeling? The enemy is on the move and we have nothing left.
Is he okay? He's all alone in there. Is he calling for backup? We need him to speak to us before battle.
Is he afraid? He has only but a few family members left but they're far from here, is that why he won't come out? We need to win this war. We need a word from him. What do we do?
The walls are caving in, tell him to hurry.
We're under heavy fire. What do we do?
Are you in there Chief, can you hear us?
What do we do?
The enemy has infiltrated our whole command.
Chief say something!"
The door slowly opens and the snow begins to fall. There's only one star shining through a cloudy sky. The chief comes out with bags under his eyes. He laces up his boots.
"We've lost everyone Chief, even your son. You're the only one left to lead. Lieutenant is gone. What do we do?"
Chief Phillips places his right boot on the ground slowly, "I joined because I wanted to face my fear. I wanted to believe in something. If our enemy is showing us no mercy then we must not fear what's on the other side. We must fight like we have nothing to lose."
At that moment, it was the first holiday. The battle was over and man understood that something more was in control. They put down their weapons and prepared the next generation for the next enemy. They created new ways for boys and girls to play. Women understood also how to raise their sons and daughters. At the first holiday they all ate and appreciated all they had on earth. Men and women bonded and the outside world saw something more on earth. Each man took a wife and a new code was written. The magic of the past, prepared a new foundation and a new tradition. Man now understood that loyalty to divine principles was the only way to survive and protect what was most important. When there was no mercy, man finally started to tell the truth and the first holiday was not only divine but it was holy.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

One known holy fact

Judas sits in a small room, he then looks at his watch "Hey Zeus how are you doing."
"Well I'm fine. I do want to give you one holy fact before we meet again brother."
Judas looks at his watch, "What's that?"
"One of us is going to die to live and the other is going to live to die. Good luck."
Judas can't figure it out. Once his brother leaves he starts to count his blessings then he counts his coins. He notices that the person on the coins is Augustus. He then looks out the window and sees a crowd of people.
"They're all going to die but who will save them," Judas puts away his coins then proceeds to follow his brother.
When he left, the room was silent for no one was present. When he walked through the crowd of people he looked at all of them. Then he looked at his brother. Walking through the crowd Judas noticed the sun was bright. For some reason it felt as though the sun was out longer this day. Once Judas fathomed what his brother had said, he was no longer afraid. Once Judas fathomed what his brother had said, he realized that the Lord's will is the only holy fact and no one on earth could stop it. He looked at his watch and his coins, "Good luck brother," he said to himself then he fell to sleep never to see his brother on earth again.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Lost Child

Today I'm given a chance.
Tomorrow I have no idea.
I am a creation just like anything on earth within the spirit of man.
My destiny is that of nature.
I give, I let go, I comprehend, I'm trained, I love, I hate, and I'm human.
Keep me aware of logics and I will think logically.
If I am blessed with wisdom then teach me how to use it wisely.
If I am blessed with spirit, teach me to share.
If I am just like you, teach me to not make the same mistakes you made.
I can learn to love, I can also learn to forgive.
As time goes by and those who have mercy give me a chance.
I can give them a reason to carry-on.
In times of sadness, I cry.
In times of happiness, I smile.
When I feel bad I wonder off into the woods to discover a new place.
If there are wolves after me, protect me.
If I awake in a bad mood, comfort me.
You were once me.
Dirty and in search of a good meal.
A hard heart may not know.
A soft heart may not understand but those who do...please teach me to comprehend.
On my journey through my own thoughts.
I have mercy on myself.
I pity my own sin in search of good health.
As an enemy approaches for no good reason.
Give me a chance to feel the spirit of the holiday season.
I'm lost and at times I may have no hope but if I believe in something it will help me cope.
When I grow old and pass on to heaven, I will tell the maker of man that his creation is good.
If he doubts to make more I will request that he should.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The Willow Tree

Drooping to the forces of gravity the sun still shines bright on my branches.
My supply of oxygen and colors proves that I have a purpose on earth.
 Even though my branches fall to the earth I can still be lit by a humble hearted child in the holiday spirit.
My age of time shows within me as the years go by and one leaf blooms but my wood remains strong.
Maybe that child that once lit me at that time of year can use me to heat his or her home. On a special day I hope you all remember that it was a tree that held up a new born baby in the old days of September. Only I the willlow tree knows the truth.

Monday, November 30, 2015

What is a parody?

A parody is when someone's style is imitated in a comedic impression. This is often done on late night shows especially in politics. Many well known comedians have made a living off of imitating people, artist, and many other genres.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

What is the AEA (Actors Equity Association):

The AEA is a professional union for actors and stage managers. The AEA's job is to negotiate contracts, regulate pay scales and monitor working conditions for professional performers.

Monday, November 23, 2015

The thankful servant:

He cooked.
He cleaned.
Thankful he was.
He did it all for himself.
He did it all for nothing.
He swept.
He dusted.
Then he walked away.
Worked himself to the bone.
At the end of his journey, he went home.
Thankful for all the years he served.
After all was said and done what was left is what he deserved.
A burning candle no one in sight, for he had worked all his life.
With all of his savings and all of his dues.
He was just thankful for some good news.
He found a hobby until his death.
The man was so thankful that when he died he had nothing left.
He served until his last breath.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Advice for aspiring authors who want to write about history:

Every writer has their calling, but some writers just have to be skilled and well educated about a certain topic. When writing about history the best advice for the writer is to find credible sources and make sure the facts are solid. Checking facts assures that the topic is accurate and doesn't cause confusion.  Stories are told over and over, which can cause events to be misinterpreted. Historical events can often be fabricated and can damage the future if the literature is inaccurate.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

3 Tips on what can cause your DSLR to malfunction:

Although the DSLR camera has revolutionized the film industry and film making in general, there's some things that can cause the camera to malfunction. Here are a few tips and solutions to what can cause the DSLR to work improperly:
  1. DSLRs require special SD cards that can accommodate storage capacity, depending on the brand or type of DSLR you have. If you're getting a message on the monitor that stops recording or won't record at all, you may have the wrong memory card or the memory card is not formatted properly. It's important that you follow proper procedures when transferring data from memory card to hard drives. The instruction manual is the best resource to have when dealing with proper handling of data transfers and storage issues.   
  2. If you're recording outside and the screen is all white, this occurs frequently when the sun is shining. The solution to this problem is a camera tint (filter). You may have to purchase a lens that allows you to attach a tent or (filter) to the camera. If the image is too dark, you may have to adjust the ISO settings.
  3. One last tip to keep you problem free with your DSLR is to be aware of heat. Heat can cause camera's to overheat. When this happens the camera can malfunction. It is important to keep the camera cool or carry accessories that can keep the camera cool. The trick is to mount the camera on a tripod and try to keep the sun from beaming down on the camera. Anything that can cover the camera and keep it cool can work. Certain custom technics are only required if you can accomplish them without damaging the camera.  
One bonus tip is: It's always wise to join online discussion forums when you purchase a DSLR or any product. These forums provide unlimited solutions and ways to overcome situations that may occur with the purchase of your new camera or ideal venture.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Monday, November 16, 2015

Thankful Ricky and his Professional Smile;-)

There once was a boy name Ricky
His girlfriend gave him a hickey.
He was knocked down and pushed around when he figured out life is tricky.
"Woe is me, woe is me," Ricky cried out loud, never getting his way.
Ricky soon learned that even bad things happen on a good day.
With not a friend in sight Ricky was always lonely.
He took a trip to Paris and the people called him bony.
"Woe is me, woe is me," Ricky cried out loud never getting his way.
Then a bomb went off and Ricky ran for cover.
Watching the bomb take the life of his lover.
Ricky cried that day and would never forget what a lonely spell it was.
He then joined a crusade to save the world with a dream and hope to be.
When he woke up in heaven he saw the victims were not in pain but set free.
He was sent back to earth never to be lonely again.
A thankful man he was and his woes were no more.
A dream of hope and a vision of life would soon set him free.
To understand that life on earth was just a pathway to a new hope.
And no matter what evil did its effect would always be revoked.
Ricky smiled more as time went on, thankful for everyday.
In times of sorrow and uncertainty, Ricky learned how to pray.
The sun came out and the world went on.
Everyday a new challenge.
What tomorrow would bring Ricky would never know.
Every lesson in life gave him a new chance to grow.
"I have a professional smile that will never leave my face," Ricky proclaimed.
The more he smiled the more people remembered his name.
"I am thankful for just being me. I may not have much but thankful I will be," Ricky said jumping for joy. Then the world grew stronger as Ricky gave out toys.
A happy man he was, even in troubles. When things got tough Ricky smiled double.
He smiled in rain, sleet, and even snow.
What a joyful man he was.
After thirty years of laugher, the world became happy two.
This is a message that Thankful Ricky told me to give to you:-)

Friday, November 13, 2015

The reason why you or the people listening assume you cannot sing:

Have you ever wondered why when you sing other people's songs the people listening think you can't sing? The trick is to learn your own vocal range. Once you learn your own vocal range, start singing your own songs or other people's songs in your range. You will notice a slight difference in tones. If you do this over a period of time, you will also notice your vocal ranges getting stronger.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

One important tip when watching entertainment:

People may hate to believe that the mind usually sees what it's trained to see, but this has proven to be true in many situations. This trick of the imagination is critical when watching entertainment. One important tip is to watch the same film or entertainment program a few times on different days or even years pass and you may see things differently. You might even find out that a program that you didn't like may turnout to be okay or vice versa depending on what your mind is trained to see or what you have learned over time.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Keisha and her thankful last free music lesson

"Well Keisha this is your last free lesson," says Mr. Vanguard escorting Keisha to the door.
"But I don't have the money to pay and this is something I want to do," Keisha replies losing her grip on her jacket.
"Keisha there are a million teenagers who want to take over the world with their skills and I am running a business. My advice to you would be to get a job and find a way to support what you love."
When Keisha heard this her heart skipped a beat. Then a song with a simple tune popped in her head. Everyday Keisha heard songs but this one had to be sung. Keisha was determined to play the guitar.
The next day she went to the library, where she often hung out at. She loaded up on books. After three weeks of cramming her little skull with knowledge she pawned her gold cross that her dad had given her. It was the only thing he had ever given her. She got three hundred dollars for it. She then took the money and bought some material to build her own instrument. She called it the Kitty Kat. It took her two mouths and eight days to build, now she just needed an audience. Keisha didn't have many friends, but there was a church down the street from where she lived.
"If I could just get a chance to play in front of people, if I could just find me an audience," she said to herself putting the finishing pieces to her instrument together. In a total of three months and seven days, she had thirty three songs. She tried everything to get people to hear her song. When she went to the church she didn't feel welcomed, when she went to the bar she was underage so she tried the only place she knew would let her play. Keisha went outside of the VFW. She sat in the parking lot for twelve hours playing some of her best songs. The first day she got three listeners. Then the next she got ten. After she made the twelve o'clock news she became an overnight success. This was uncommon in the real world. The amazing thing about this story is that Keisha was no different from any other musician trying to find an audience. She was very unorthodox, but she had a different method. She had her own method. She had her own vision. She didn't understand why she wanted to play so bad. She didn't even know why no matter what she did, she would hear a tune. Sitting at the VFW everyday and playing became her calling. Thankful veterans were just happy to hear her play, one veteran gave her his whole benefits check and bought her a stage. Keisha had become a savior. Her songs where so real and she sung from the soul. It was amazing. It was truly a miracle. What Keisha had learned from all of this recognition was that sometimes one thankful music lesson and one nod to the door could stir up a part of a person that they didn't know existed. Keisha's will to work for her joy gave her a place in the world. Keisha's will to work for joy gave her a song. On her last visit to the VFW she sung her own version of the national anthem. It moved the veterans so much that they built a monument of her and placed it in front of the building where she loved to play. A lost soul with no hope and no place in the world had found her joy and others who were lost where found when she played. Keisha just wanted someone to listen and as the years went by she toured every VFW she could with her songs of joy. At the end of her journey she went back to where it all started. She went to see Mr. Vanguard who was sick and on his death bed.
"I'm assuming you have come back to get your revenge," Mr. Vanguard says as Keisha enters the room.
"Actually I came back to play you a song. This was the song I had in my head when I last saw you," Keisha explained as she began to play.
When Mr. Vanguard heard the sound he felt a breath of life. He got up out of his bed and started singing. Keisha had resurrected the old man. The song added twenty plus years to his seventy year old soul. After hearing the song he started a seventies band and partied to his death. Keisha sang at his funeral. Everywhere she went she had a crowd of people around her. She was a star. Then she faced her last challenge. She herself had to become a teacher. Keisha had to pass down the legacy of Mr. Vanguard, but now Keisha had to find a way to make sure that every child was thankful for their last free music lesson.

Friday, November 6, 2015

The tales of the great Inspector Duck and the Thankful Turkeys

"After some serious investigating I found that the human species is not human at all. I decided to get word to the turkey after witnessing mass genocides. I was left speechless when I saw one human petting a cow then later slaughtering him in broad daylight. My research on these creatures goes all the way back to their creation. They have grown to dominate the planet. They do very strange things with their time. I just can't figure it out. Well Pete, I'm going to fly out of here; we will meet again tomorrow. We have to figure out how to save the turkey and all of the other creatures from this savage beast," Inspector Duck explained to Pete and his colleagues.
As he flew above the land he could not understand it.
 "I have to get to the turkey," he said to himself flying as fast as he could.
When Inspector Duck got to the farm it was too late. The turkey was on the dinner table and the humans were feasting and having a good time. He peeked through the window with tears in his eyes. "The devil," he said to himself flying away.
Looking from above he saw selling, trading, and big ships with mass imports. The humans had taken over.
"This is not right. Are we here to cater to them? Are we not birds of the sky? Do we have a purpose on the earth," Inspector Duck says in frustration to his colleagues.
"It will be okay inspector. As crows we have found a weakness in the humans," Dr. Crow explains catching Inspector Duck's full attention.
"A weakness?"
"Yes they have emotions. The ones who care don't care and the ones who don't care they kill or lock them up. We cannot have emotions when dealing with a beast like this. You see inspector, we are objects to them. We don't matter. They just need us to stay alive. It's a game to them and we are aliens. If we want to survive we have to treat them like they treat the turkey," Dr. Crow explained.
"This is war my friends; this is war. We will attack at dawn," Inspector Duck replies.
At dawn the birds set out. It was a massacre. The birds had attacked so many humans that the only words to describe it were: insanity, mayhem, but most of all, terror.
"This is payback for years of slaughter," one of the birds tweeted in rage.
The birds had lost it.
The humans would not go down without a fight but the birds had nothing to lose. The humans could not out fly them because every plane that they created came from studying the birds. At the end of the battle the ducks stood upon the rocks of the swamps with the last human.
"Tell me what you feel human? Tell me what it feels like being our thanksgiving dinner?" Inspector Duck says kicking the human in the swamp.
"Do we not feel the power?... 'Birds of the air!'... Do we not feel the victory?" Inspector Duck shouts in victory, while the crows pecked away at the last human.
"Wait my friends. Wait one minute. We shall let the turkey have the last bite," Inspector Duck says clearing the way for the turkey.
As the turkey pecked away at the beast, the birds could feel freedom.
"Are we thankful? Are we now at the top of the food chain? We are the flying redeemers," Inspector Duck quacks in triumph.
The turkeys couldn't believe the new road ahead.
"I am so thankful...I am so very thankful," the turkey says crying in tears of joys.
"This is our world now birds. They showed us no mercy and we showed them none. We are the new future and I am the Great Inspector Duck!" 
"All hail the Great Inspector Duck!" all of the birds tweeted in victory.     

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

The Legend of DJ Conservative and the Thankful 5

A long time ago in a place far away, there were two turntables. The God man had not formed anything but a turntable and some records. Then he created Amon; Amon was given a place to scratch and utilize the turntables. The God man birthed Amon into existence on earth. This is where Amon would mix and play the sounds of nature. When Amon mixed things came alive. In his sleep he could hear nothing but tunes. The God man placed him in a boxed room with a stage that contained the boom. He was placed here until the mother ship arrived with the five beings. Amon was to prepare tunes for eight generations until the five beings were brought to earth. Once Amon prepared enough music for eight generations the mother ship landed with the five beings. Keisha, Keyla, Nina, Tina, and Nicole were given to Amon to groove. When they grooved, the God man gave them birth rights to another generation. The God man told Amon to use the turntables wisely and to keep the music clean or he would curse a generation of grooves men. Once earth became good and in the mix of Amon's tunes, Amon was given a name by the five beings.
"We will call him 'DJ Conservative'."
 This name was only for Amon. He was given the name because the music was clean and filled with groovy sounds that the beings loved. Amon found love with the five beings and they produced more generations. There was no strife in them only harmony and tunes. Amon scratched and mixed sounds just like the God man had commanded him to do. After Amon populated the earth with tunes. The God man tested Amon. The God man created different beings to rock the planet. These beings created soul and sprite music that would add strange vibes in the midst of earth. Amon became challenged. The earth was not just grooving to his tunes but to the tunes of others. The five beings soon left Amon to go groove with the new DJs. While Amon was alone, the God man came to him in a dream. "DJ Conservative, I have a new sound for you. This sound will not only mix divine tunes but it will make you a redeemer amongst the five beings," the God man assured him as he handed him the tune master, "the tune master will give you all of the sounds that you need to keep the party in motion. This sound will be a mixture of your divine lyrics."
DJ Conservative could feel the power.
"Aaaaah yeah!" he shouted.
 When the mother ship landed he was placed in the center of the earth. This is where he was given not one, but four turntables, a microphone, an amp, and some super ultra sound speakers with a dropdown monitor to mix the sounds. DJ Conservative stood above the crowd. When he played his tunes, the five beings came running back to him with their generations. Craving the new sound, they all began to move in ways that they didn't know the body could move. The five beings became thankful for DJ Conservative and they broke bread as he gave them good clean music for the generations.
They came to him is loose attire and confessed that they were thankful for his tunes. When other beings saw this they became filled with good thoughts. The beings created a holiday proclaiming thanks for the sounds that moved the globe. But most of all, when the God man saw this he was pleased and his creation was good. DJ Conservative gave the earth form and it was good to the God man so he danced. When the God man danced not only did the sun shine but the moon as well. "It's all good," declared the God man, "It's all good.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Chester the Honey Bear and Rock Forest's first Thanksgiving

Chester watched as the humans put his cubs to sleep with a tranquilizer.
He became very upset; that's when Howard and Edward came to cheer him up.
"It will be okay Chester," Howard says patting his friend on the back.
"Yeah, you'll be fine, besides I know where they're camping out at. I saw their trucks right by the old honey tree," Edward explains getting comfortable on a patch of grass.
Chester gets up with a fierce look on his face, "I will punish them, take all of their honey and get my cubs back.
Chester then runs off through the forest to go find his cubs. His friends decided to stay behind.
While the humans were camping out, socializing and clowning around, Chester came bursting into their camp. They jumped to their feet panicking and screaming trying to get to their trucks. He then picked one of the humans up and choke slammed him on the grill. Chester roars in rage then picks up a roasting turkey and throws it at one of the humans holding the tranquilizer gun. The hot steamy turkey smashes the human in the face. The humans then flee to their trucks. Chester grabs his cubs and goes to rest by the honey tree. Before he leaves he also takes some of the sweets that the humans left behind. Sitting on a log he stuffs his face with honey. When his cubs awoke from their coma, they saw their father eating.
"Dad, what happened?"
"I punished the humans. This angry honey bear gave them every angry bone in his massive body. They won't be coming back here any time soon. I let them know I meant business. Here; have some honey."
 While they sat there eating together, all of the animals came from out of the forest and began to feast. Carl the squirrel loved the way humans roasted their peanuts, so he sat by the fire and ate.
"You're the man Chester. I'm thankful for you my man," Carl says stuffing his face.
Chester smacks the squirrel on the head, "I'm a bear, not a man."
Carl chokes on a peanut, "Your the bear, Chester. I'm thankful for you my bear. I've been wanting some of these peanuts for years. Humans are crazy but they sure can cook."
Well after all of the madness, it turned out to be a big day for the animals. They were all thankful that Chester punished the humans. They had turkey and Henry the hedgehog gave Chester a Medal of Honor for his bravery.
 "I proclaim this day a moment in history for us. Because of Chester's bravery, he saved his cubs and we will have no fear against the humans ever again. Chester, I give you on our first thanksgiving a Medal of Honor," Henry the hedgehog proclaims as all of the animals cheered. The humans had so much to eat from camping that the animals were stuffed. It was just like Pilgrims and Indians coming together, but this time victory belonged to the animals.    

Monday, November 2, 2015

The Thankful Truth

You may want to sing a song but will they allow you to be heard?
You may want a girlfriend or boyfriend but does it exist?
You may want to be on TV but the price is too much.
Even if you owned the world the truth just isn't enough.
A million dollars sounds fair but the season of giving is very rare.
Property on every street sounds so sweet.
A veteran looking for the norms but what will it really take.
Some say the truth makes real things look fake.
A lost soul on the corner unworthy is he.
Even the Lord himself is a part of me.
Never understanding what reality is.
Stereotypes come in all forms, even kids.
Stoned in broad daylight for speaking my mind.
Watching people everywhere live off of their lies.
Looking in the faces as I'm crucified.
Waiting for a soul to let me down.
After I'm dead will my bones be found.
I guess the reality is that I'm thankful for the thankful truth.
I will tell my story even to the youth.
If it hurts me to say what I really feel, I'm just thankful they gave me a chance to be real.

Friday, October 30, 2015

Pink Cobra and the haunting of Dr. Pinker

Two patients sit in the same room at the doctors, one was admitted because he tried to hurt himself and the other checked in with cancer. The nurse comes in with a pink cobra mask on dressed for Halloween. The patient who tried to hurt himself was given a blue pill and the cancer patient was given a pink pill. While they laid there drowsy from the meds Dr. Pinker walks in the room in normal clothes.
"Why aren't you wearing a costume?" the patient who tried to hurt himself asked.
Dr. Pinker responds, "Because I don't believe in Halloween."
 The patient with cancer gets up out of the bed,
"Well than why do you dress like a doctor everyday?"
 The nurse in her pink cobra mask opens a tray with two shiny apples.
"Where's the pills?" the patient with cancer asks.
"Here you two eat these apples, they will open your eyes," the nurse says.
"But I can already see you," the patient who tried to hurt himself responds- picking up the apple and smashing it on the wall. The patient with cancer then gets up from the bed to leave.
"Where are you going?" Dr. Pinker says blocking the door.
"Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost," he says standing his ground.
 The patient with cancer then walks straight through Dr. Pinker as though he where not even real. The patient who tried to hurt himself starts to punch himself in the face. Then when he looked at the nurse she looked like she had two pink cobra heads.
 "O my God it's Medusa," he screams.
Dr. Pinker slams the door, "Okay I have had it up to here. That's enough," he says pulling out a needle.
"The sign out in the lobby says no sharp objects allowed in the building!" the patient with cancer yells. The nurse grabs her and throws her to the bed. The patient who tried to hurt himself shouts,"Don't look into her eyes!"
He then runs to the window painted on the wall and slams into the painting. Dr. Pinker injects him with the needle while the nurse calms the cancer patient. The room grows silent and the sound of patients in the other rooms are heard echoing through the walls. The cancer patient sits there curled up in her bed,
"God help me!" She screams.
 A loud announcement then comes over the PA system,
 "Code blue room 305."
The doctor runs out of the room while the patient who hurt himself lays passed out on the floor. A kid then walks by the open door and starts to scream as the nursing light blinks on and off. The nurse stands there in her pink cobra mask. The cancer patient lays there shaking, "O Lord, I've checked into the hunted house."

Thursday, October 29, 2015

"Babbling Creation" and the "Pink Baby Syndrome"

Doctors in the shadows.
Searching for a cure.
Crying eyes in front of colors dark and bright alike.
Outlasting days and cheating death in search of life itself.
People disguised as heavenly creatures.
Putting up a fight.
Babies wrapped in blankets sitting at your doorstep.
Discovered late at night.
Crying to their parents claiming life isn't fair.
Little dirty dolls with pink combs slithering through their hair.
Tears falling from a mother filled with love.
Fading patterns of time seen as days fly by like doves.
Oceans with waves then calm winds at sea.
Left alone in the doctor's office with the future in his hands.
Pink babies dressed up turning blue and a doctor left unknown.
One day the baby will grow and cure the pink baby syndrome.
Sitting alone by the sea searching for a cure.
Babies walking on water who will give them a chance.
Only time will tell which one will be chilly, like winter breeze.
Mother and father's hoping that even through discipline the baby will obey.
The blessings of earth in every step of the way.
Who will find the cure to save the day.
As time passes and birds fly the doctor must endure.
Patients coming and going searching for a cure.
I have another chance the doctor says out loud.
More time on earth to grow more like a child.
Is the "Pink Baby Syndrome" real?
Or is it a doctor cheating death with his hands tied up in pills.
Only time will tell as the child grows old.
Who will find a cure?
Babbling on in history, giving life a reason.
Pink babies needing care.
When it's all said and done...
Who will be there?
Through the bad times and good.
Even when the child is misunderstood.
Wearing clothing with fancy hoods.
Speaking words like adults.
Cancer spreading like weeds.
Growing from the ground like seeds.
O the changes life can bring when the child finds its love.
History in his or her hands.
Like mothers and fathers waking up.
To cure the syndrome we just pray that they never...ever...give up.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Pink Steel

"Welcome back Mr. Steel."
"Yes, it's good to be back. What is my task? Mr. Steel replies.
"Well I want you to stop one thing for me, by the way my name is Johnny," the man says taking a seat.
"What would you like for me to stop?"
"I own some property and since the price of steel has declined I need you to burn down some buildings so I can collect the insurance." Johnny explains to Mr. Steel with a very serious demeanor.
"Why would I do something like that. That is a crime," Mr. Steel says becoming very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Steel you have cancer and you have to pay the bills. I am giving you a price to stay alive. Do you see any of these doctors giving you this opportunity? Johnny says really catching Mr. Steel's full attention.
"Don't you get it, if you don't have any money you're a dead man," Johnny explains to Mr. Steel as he has no idea who this man is.
Mr. Steel gets up from the table and attempts to exit the room but the door is locked.
Johnny sits back in his chair.
"You have to make a choice Mr. Steel."
Johnny pulls out a contract for him to sign.
"One million dollar insurance policy and you walk away with half."
Mr. Steel starts to feel a strange force taking over his soul and mind.
"I can't do it. This is not right, I will just have to die with this sickness."
"But don't you want to live?" Johnny replies.
Mr. Steel falls to the floor, "Listen I am weak, I just got out of radiation why are you doing this to me?" he says punching the floor.
Johnny stands up from the table. Pulls out a syringe and injects Mr. Steel with the cure then opens the door and leaves. Mr. Steel sits on the floor with no understanding of what just took place. Crawling out of the room he notices a magazine sitting on a stand reading: "Pink Steel saves the Rust Belt"
Mr. Steel gets up from the floor.
"Go home Mr. Steel you look tired," a women says walking by.
"Will somebody explain to me what is going on?"
The lonely man with no family had no clue that just because of his steel spine he had saved the world.
The nurse then gave him a bill of clean health and told him he was released.
Mr. Steel was given a pink sucker and shown the way out.
The loneliest man on earth had no clue of what just took place.
Walking away from the treatment center he saw all of the pictures on the wall of the people who made the right choice. Once he realized what just happened a magical spirit filled his soul.
Mr. Steel was not as alone as he thought. There were magical forces and a whole gang of survivors with him the whole time.
That is the story of the "Incredible Mr. Steel" A.K.A. "Pink Steel"

Monday, October 26, 2015

The Pink Strike

"I worked twelve hours yesterday, that is far over union regulations. Then six more hours over today," Jane explained to Brianna holding her time card.
"Did you hear about the earthquake?"
"Are you even listening to me?" Jane replies.
"Well, I am, but the only way to stand up and get what we want is we have to strike."
Jane drops her time card attempting to clock out. The thought of a strike sent shivers down her spine.
"What about the patients?"
"We'll get them to strike with us," Brianna explains.
The two women walked to their cars in the parking lot, feeling the pressure from what was at stake. If they stood up to the system, who knew what the outcome would be. Jane prayed hard the night before going to work, she could not understand how work was driving her insane. She had not seen her children in days, they'd been staying with her mother. All she'd been doing was working, she hated working with Mary because she was nuts; Nina was lazy and dropped a few patients; Trisha got fired so Jane's wing was often short. Jane was tired but her faith was keeping her strong. The next day one of the patients gave her a pink bow. Holding the bow she didn't understand why the woman had given it to her. The old worn down patient told her an angel gave her a vision last night. Jane thought the woman was delusional. After the woman did this, she rolled over-out of the bed onto the floor and broke her hip. Jane couldn't believe it. Everyone came running in the room thinking Jane had dropped the patient. As they helped the woman up, everyone blamed Jane as she stood there with the pink bow in her hand. She couldn't believe it. Brianna walked by the room, Jane turned around and saw her. The supervisor with all of her might shouted at Jane as though she did not come in on her day off. Walking by the room, everyone heard what was going on. While the screaming intensified all of the nurses walked out of the hospital. Jane saw a flood of pink scrubs in front of the hospital as she exited with the pink bow. When she raised the bow the nurses split like a pink sea of mutating cells. "In my labor ladies and gentlemen, I have been feeling injustice. I have watched our bosses go buy themselves big mansions and Christmas gifts for their children while we starve. They have told us to appreciate the little bit of life we have and suffer while they treat us like wild beast. I dedicate this strike to my children who want to see me. One day I too will be in this place with who knows what disease. One day I too will lay in my own piss and be cleaned by the same people whose diapers I once changed. After this strike ladies and gentlemen we will build our own hospital and I promise you we will tear this one down, so help me God." The sea of pink scrubs cheered as the patients looked from their windows. God was with Jane. She was the answer. Carrying her pink bow she walked through the pink sea of nurses as the supervisors and bosses were drowned by complaining patients. After her declaration, the nurses gathered up all of the knowledge and savings that they had then built their own hospital. Jane took the oath as CEO; she vowed to never treat her employees like her bosses had treated her. Standing in her office she cried holding the pink bow, she looked through an old file of the patient who gave it to her. The patients name was "Martha Blacksmith," she was an old nurse from Westville hospital. It turns out that Martha was the first nurse to give an organ to a dying patient. An angel did come to her, she was not delusional. The angel gave her the pink bow to give to Jane. Martha knew all along, that even in death there's life, even in bad cells there's a good cell and even in work there's redemption. Martha passed on to Jane something that she would never forget, but most of all: something that she would pass onto others. Martha passed to her a legacy that would never be broken. Those patients knew what was going on at that hospital but just watched all along while Jane came in on time everyday to give them joy and laughter. It was now time for the next generation of nurses to gather at the pink time clock. While there, they would always see the picture of Jane holding her pink bow in the distance. The pink strike was over and Jane held the key to a new legacy.

Friday, October 23, 2015

"Super Pink"

Miss Judy was different. The majority of her life was spent watching superhero movies. She noticed that she had special powers when she was twelve. The amazing thing about Judy was how her cells could attack bad cells at extra ordinary speeds. Judy kept this secret until cornered by a dying child at age thirty two. When Judy found out that the human race was being taken over by bad cells she put on her pink boots and transformed into "Super Pink." After her transformation she went to her blood chamber and donated every sample of blood that she had so that others could be just like her. Judy had saved everyone with cancer. She became an overnight celebrity for revealing her secret identity. She had not a trace of flying ability nor did she have a strand of super human strength. God made Judy for one reason, he made her to show that with gifts and great power comes great responsibility. Judy did all of this on her own time and with her own strength. At the end of her journey the people gave her the superhero name of "Super Pink."

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Pink Wilderness

Is anybody listening?
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I'm going.
Will I live to have a family?
Will I grow to live a long life?
What will be my motivation to beat the odds?
What will make me happy?
To others success is power or other strange ambitions.
I'm lost, I don't know where to go.
I don't know who to call.
Every morning I woke up thinking I would be here forever.
Some days I took for granted.
Some people I left with things unsaid.
I feel death itching at my door.
What I would do to live another day.
Where am I?
If I complain will anyone listen?
If I fall will anyone pick me up?
I'm in the middle of nowhere.
I will sit on a stone and look at the bright pink colors growing on the trees ahead.
Although I have to maintain my masculinity in this wilderness.
The pink colors will be my comforter.
The pink colors will be my guide out of this pink wilderness.
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone there?

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

50 Shades of Pink

Anna had just come from the doctors. When she got home she noticed the door was cracked.
"Who's there?" she shouted up the stairs.
After her treatments she would always have this strange feeling as if someone had been in her house. Noticing the door was open had made her certain that someone was present. Slowly walking up the stairs to check her closet she finds no one. Reaching down to check under her bed she feels a breeze going through her dark pink skirt. Stimulating... she thought as she felt chills roll down her spine.
"I'm here to cure you Anna," a calm voice from behind the light pink curtains on her wall whispers. She slowly walks over to the curtain.
"Come out, reveal yourself," she says.
Getting closer to the curtain two arms emerge and grab her. Slowly pulling her dark pink skirt down he kisses her on her soft lips.
"This is what you need Anna. This is what you've really been wanting. Let me heal you with love. Let me bless you."
Anna falls to the bed as the unknown man emerges from the curtains.
"My name is 'Doctor Feel Good' and I know the true cure Anna."
He rips off the rest of her clothes and as he slowly goes to take off her pink heels she hears a weird noise.
"Anna, wake up dear. It's time for your meds."
Anna looks at the nurse in her faded pink gown,
"Woe, I wonder where that dream came from. I was just starting to like this place. Excuse me nurse, is there a Dr. Feel Good here?"
The nurse gives her a strange look, "Anna are you okay my dear?"
Anna sits up in her bed, "I'm okay I was just having a flashback," she says noticing the nurse writing on her chart.
"What I meant to say is: does this hospital have anything that feels good instead of the medicine?"
The nurse smiles at her, "Oh yes my dear, let me put on Sunday's best."
Anna looks at the clock, then reclines back in her bed.
"I wonder if love really is the cure," she says to herself hoping to fall back to sleep.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Using the Footnote:

In many works of literature you will see vital information at the bottom of the page called footnotes. This vital information is often in small or bold print. The information is labeled with a small number. Footnotes are used whenever an author has vital information that can be useful in a specific subject.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Understanding Acrylic Paint:

Painting comes in a verity of mixes, one mixture of paint is acrylic paint. Acrylic paint can be noticed by anyone experienced in the arts. The paint stands out with bold colors; when mixed with water it provides an even more elaborate way to increase texture. To simplify the description of acrylic paint, we would have to understand what it contains or what the paint actually consist of. Acrylic paint consist of acrylic polymer emulsion. Once acrylic paint dries, it becomes a solid based water resistant display, depending on the surface it's painted on. Acrylic paint dries fast especially when spread evenly on a dry service. The most unique attribute of acrylic paint is its appearance. The paint can resemble a water color or oil painting when diluted with other solutes.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

What is a curtain call?

Sometimes after a performance the director or producer of a play decides to recognize the people involved with the play. If you've seen actors bowing on stage as their names are called or just posing as the lights go up at the end of the play than I'm sure you get the idea. This recognition is known as a curtain call.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Pink Revelation

Tokens floating on a cloud.
Riding waves in the heavens.
Angels with heads of animals, drowning in the red sea.
Holidays crafted around secrets.
Visions of prophets passing by.
The future seems uncertain.
Yet superstition drives a person to fear what is evidently true.
Common cures are in the things you eat.
For whom will never tell.
The secrets lie within man's imagination.
Beware of his fatal spells.
A pink ribbon falling from the sky.
Searching for a cure.
The answer is within the person.
To sacrifice unclean things for what is pure.

Monday, October 12, 2015

The (USS) Pink Ship

"My God Jim, we're taking on too much water."
"I don't have time for your whining, just plug the damn hole."
Ross looked Jim in his eyes with a deep stare.
"Will you give up. Will you just see that we lost this war."
Jim can't believe what Ross is saying so he smacks him across the face.
"When we hit this next port I got a big surprise for you. Ever since you came aboard this ship I been smelling pussy cats all around this deck. I got 4,000 pounds of pink paint and I want this whole ship painted pink before we get back out to sea. Since you think this war is over, we will see if these bastard can sink a pink ship."
Once Ross and his crew got done painting, the ship was back out to sea. The pink hull was a big difference maker. Everyone was so spellbound by its beauty that they didn't aim at it. The ship sailed right through the madness.
"Ross hit the music!" Jim shouted.
When Ross hit the music everyone hit the ports. The enemy even docked their ships and all the sailors came together like cancer cells and had a blast of a good time. They were so in love with the pink ship that they all became good friends and had a party. While everybody kicked back on the island, Ross eased over to Jim.
"'Man,' Jim you may have just saved the whole Atlantic Fleet."
"Well, you tell Admiral Mitscher the good news before he drinks himself back to reality. Once word gets out that a pink ship stabilized the East Coast, who knows what the future will hold."

Friday, October 9, 2015

Nobel Pink Prize

Cassie was far from intelligent and she hadn't a noble bone in her body. As an orphan she possessed one key trait that most people lacked, Cassie was one of the kindest people on earth. In late October she would always go to visit her mother's grave. Even though Cassie never met her mother she would make it a habit to go to her grave and read a poem that she would write every year. She was single, a college dropout and had little money, so that made her prone to take the wrong turn in life. Cassie earned most of her living selling art work and winning poetry slams. Poetry was about the only noble gift she had. When Cassie found out that both her parents died of cancer she became fascinated with the disease. Her mother died of breast cancer and her father died of lung cancer. As crazy as it sounds Cassie wanted cancer. Her friends thought she had lost her mind when she told them this. She had become depressed and fascinated with death. Cassie wanted cancer so bad that she started playing with radiation so her friends had her hospitalized. After almost a year on a psych ward she had fallen into such a pit that everyone forgot about her. No one could understand what had happened. Cassie had lost her mind. As the months went by, October was just around the corner and Cassie was asleep. See dreamed of a pink rainbow and then she woke up. When she awoke, she found herself alone in a small room. She got up to peek out of her small window when she noticed the calendar outside read October. She began to panic banging on the door. This caught one of the nurses attention. Unlocking the door she grabbed Cassie's medicine as Cassie fought to get loose. "I have to go see my mother," she screamed. Once the medicine kicked in she laid there on the floor drowsy. "I have to go see my mother," she said slowly as she dozed off. The next morning she planned her escape. She knew what she wanted out of this. She knew she had to get it together. Every morning she watched the janitor open the far end door. She knew that was her only way out. The next morning she made her move. Escaping from the ward with nothing on but her gown she knew it was risky but she had no choice. She was alone in this matter but she had to make it to her mother's grave or she would not be complete. He bare feet smacking up against the cold ground as she ran through the streets. It had to be the most embarrassing thing anyone could imagine, but years of poverty and no life had humbled her. Out of breath with not an ounce of energy she fell to her knees in front of her mother and father's grave. A beautiful pink rose had grown from the ground where her mother had been laid to rest. Cassie started to cry when she noticed a pink rainbow in the sky. As pink rain fell from the sky, Cassie had been awarded the Nobel Pink Prize. Mother nature was so humbled by her heart that the award came with her on her knees at her mother and father's grave. Dear sweet Cassie in your nobility and hardship you remembered and risked your life for the fallen. Because of your nobility they will rise. For you are the cure.  

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Pink Blood

Autumn was not far away and Makala wanted to get something special for her mother's birthday. She had a hard time getting up the next morning after all of the commotion last night between her mother and father. Her father informed her that her mother would be visiting the doctors quite a bit. Makala thought nothing of it but she had a feeling that her dad had been hiding something. Struggling to get out of bed, feeling the effect of yesterdays news, she reached over to grab her glasses. It was cloudy outside but the sun still managed to shine through a few clouds in the sky. As her foot hit the old wooden floor the coldness made her shiver. Makala soon noticed that no one was home. She put on her robe and went down stairs to turn on the heat. Wiping the crust out of her eyes, see noticed a batch of papers and opened envelopes on the table. Raging with curiosity, she walked swiftly over to the table. The floor creaked as she grabbed a chair. Slowly sitting down she felt a small breeze coming from a window that her parents must've left open. The letterhead on one of the papers stood out to her, "Cancer Treatment Center." Her heart skipped a beat. She fell to the floor when a large piece of broken glass pierced her skin. Feeling the sharp pain, she quickly tried to rub it away when she noticed her blood was not red but pink. Trembling in fear she turned to get more light. Makala was now a victim. Her life had been smooth until now. Everything would change. As the pink blood dripped down her leg, thoughts of an uncertain future flashed through her mind. Glancing at all of the pictures in the house, tears filled her eyes. This explained why her parents were acting so strange. Braced up against the wall in pink blood she could smell the stale air from the old furnace warming up. She then took her index finger and smeared the pink blood on her face as if preparing for a battle. Sobbing on the cold floor covered in pink blood Makala had now been initiated. Makala was now a soldier in the fight for her mother's life. She would cherish every moment she would have with her mother from now on.   

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Lady Bella and the Pink Warriors

Lady Bella was her name and boy was she a fighter.
Mixed up in a world of chaos and lumps made her body much lighter.
Her comrades called her stone.
Men often left her alone.
But no matter what, Lady Bella would welcome everyone in her home.
It was a late fall day when the bomb hit and all of the men were down and out.
The women saw war coming so they band together without a doubt.
"This war is ours for the taking," one of the women declared.
As Lady Bella grabbed what was left of her hair.
She put a pretty pink bow on and grabbed her arrow.
The women fought to the death like Israelites and Pharaohs.
As the last cell was hit.
The women cheered in glory for Lady Bella had won the fight.
Another day on earth and another victory in sight.
As the Pink Warriors celebrated their pink flag flew in the night.
And Lady Bella in all her glory was healed because of her might.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Help Me

She has a lump on her body...
She has lost her hair...
She feels weak...
How will I cure her?
How will I show her I care?
How will I help her?
The people...
The races...
The anger..
The bitterness...
This is bad for her...
She should not see this...
Does man not make his own bed...
Divine nature is not ignorant...
How will I cure this?
How will I make this better?
Why do I care about the course of time?
Why do I care about the path of others?
I need help.
I need answers on why things happen the way they do.
Is there a reason for this?
What about me...
What about my sorrows...
What about my pain...
Who will help me?

Monday, October 5, 2015

The advancement of intellectual property:

Technology has changed over the years. Things have sped up and cultures have shifted towards production more than morality. With this change comes ideas that are left in the dark and as every culture changes, ideas also change. Styles also change with cultural shifts, all this comes from intellectual property. The people, the artist, and the thinkers. Laws have also changed but mainly in favor of those who want to profit off of their ideas. Where there is profit there is money and when money is involved, people do amazing things to get it. Some people even sale their ideas. As cultures change and the world advances more into digital media, people are uncertain about the future of intellectual property. Thinkers are now wondering if their ideas will even be their ideas or will they be able to make money off of them. Intellectual property has evolved from a race to be the first to think of something, to a wonder of will your ideas remain yours. Although the future is uncertain it is safe to say that the true thinker keeps thinking and writing through it all.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Using the fairy tale wisely:

There are several types of story forms. The fairy tale is one of the most unique because you can take the reader on a journey of make-believe. Settings fashioned with colorful characters, goblins and other creative creatures can often take the imagination to new heights. Although the fairy tale genre is often used for children, adults can become fascinated also. When approaching a story from a fundamental point of view, it's important that children understand fiction from nonfiction. Once a person starts believing the characters are real and that they themselves possess special powers, then we may have a problem. It's safe to say that the fairy tale will always take you away from the real world but one might wonder will you come back after the story is done.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

The purpose of the biography:

There are two types of ways to write about someone's life. You can write about someone's life or they can write about their own life. When the person writes about their own life it is called an autobiography. When you write about their life it's called a biography. Each form can be fiction or nonfiction. The purpose of the biography is to take a person's highlighted events that occur in fiction or nonfiction form and explain them in a story. Most celebrities and well accomplished people use biographies to give the public a roadmap to their success. People who have survived horrific events also use biographies to tell their story. Some biographies don't even have to be about humans they can be based off of animals as well.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

A Happy Ending

Why are you crying my child?
Is it because of what you see?
Are you afraid to love?
Who hurt you?
Do you think that I as your father would make pain so hard that you will feel it for all eternity?
I know your heart.
I made you.
Do you not see I made all of this for you.
That is why death is an illusion my child.
Those in this life watch you pass on into eternity.
I am with you.
Do your loved ones not yearn for your presence when you pass like they do my spirit?
The colorful flowers you see blooming.
The fresh air you breath.
The trees that you see.
All this is for you my child.
Do not be afraid to come to me with your desires.
All I ask is that through all you do you search for a happy ending.
And when all is said and done in this life I will give you a new beginning.
Look, I give you a new sun that will rise each day.
It will be my promise that I will always shine on you.
It is everlasting.
Then when the moon comes at night and you fall to sleep.
That is your token of a happy ending.
For a new day begins as you start your journey always in search for my eternal love and compassion.
As time passes and all that was lost is found.
All I ask is that you believe in...
A Happy Ending.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Lost and Found

I go to a small corner and it's silent.
All I can hear is the air and nothing more.
I've done something wrong I know.
What will happen to me?
What will be my punishment?
I want to be innocent.
I want to be free from this guilt.
There has to be a reason why I keep falling in the same pit.
As I sit in the corner drowning over my sorrow my cross falls from my necklace.
It falls and hits the floor.
I'm alone and I have just witnessed a small unexplainable event.
This must be my answer.
I pick it up off of the floor and realize what I have done.
I am lost with human emotion.
I am found when I get up and try again.
This happened for a reason.
Now I will go tell the world about what I am now and who I was before.
But most of all I will tell them about the lost and found.

Monday, September 28, 2015

One thing a production crew member should always have:

When working on the set people always need things. You would be amazed at how even things that you would not imagine are needed on set. That is why a production crew member should always have pockets. The best tip to give a friend coming along for the adventure is to have clothing on with pockets and try to remember which pocket has what you're looking for in it.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Why use a storyboard for your film:

When making a video or film sometimes it gets complicated because you know what shots you want but you forget what order they should be in. A storyboard is the guide. One good thing about a storyboard is that you don't need good drawing skills. The goal is to have a map to get to where you're going with the film. A good example of a storyboard would be: a drawing of the first scene in detail. One drawing of a close up and one drawing of a body falling to the ground. Storyboards can even be pictures as well, anything that can be useful to map the scene out would be considered a storyboard. Storyboards are useful because they help you, the actors, and your team have a clear vision of the films goals.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

One important aspect of mastering audio

One mystery of mastering audio that often goes overlooked is figuring out sound quality in other playing devices. Even professionals will tell you that when mastering audio, sometimes the sound quality is much different in other devices. One trick is to test your audio mastering samples on five different set of speakers such as: a cell phone, a computer, a TV, a car, and standard audio monitors. This test should give you some assurance that your mastering levels are up to standards.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Three common camera angles:

When operating a camera it's good to know what angles can accommodate your vision or look for a particular scene. One good shot would be the close up angle, which is usually used to put attention on the person speaking and their dialog. Another good shot is the mid angle shot; this shot is more of a distance away from the subject and captures the upper body. The mid angle shot usually gives more feeling to what the subject is doing. The last common shot is the wide angle, this shot captures the objects and other things that the director wants in the frame. The wide angle usually lets the viewers know what is going on in the shot. Although all serve a purpose, it's up to the director on what camera angle is recommended for the shot.  

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Insight on how to become a good writer

Most writings come from everyday thoughts and experiences that last a lifetime. The majority of good writers read and study constantly to perfect the art. A good writer is serious about his or her characters. Staying up late perfecting the ins and outs of a story. Most writers are thinkers who constantly have to analyze and create a path for others to follow. Although most writers are not wealthy they write because they love it. Writing comes in all forms and some very gifted writers may not feel like they're educated enough. If this is the case expand your knowledge and never stop reading. To conclude this post, it is safe to say that a good writer writes from within and strives for a good ending.

Monday, September 21, 2015

The Purpose of the Appendix (Book)

An appendix is usually placed at the end of a book. It consist of stats, articles, or a bibliography. It is useful in an academic book format because it provides critical information to the topic. The purpose of the appendix is to give the reader a section of the book that provides additional information.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Understanding the audio term"Buss or Bus":

When you look at a mixer or audio rack, you will see wires connected to an input or output. These connections from input to output are carrying signals. This passing of signals is called a "buss or bus". You will often see such words used in audio software also, when referring to either grouping signals or audio connections. The term describes where the signal is going, such as bus 2 or bus 3 etc.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The importance of the bibliography:

Authors who compile information from research about certain factual events that are predominantly academic, often compile each book or materials used at the end of their book. This research is linked to the build up of the book. It can be described as a body of knowledge on how the thinking was formulated in writing the book. Most academic writers display a bibliography at the end of their work not just for references, but also for their readers own academic benefit. The bibliography is a pivotal section of the book especially in the field of academics. The bibliography provides a path to take when formulating a story and building off of critically researched topics.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Ever wonder how a website looks so stylish?

Basic design for a website is embedded with HTML (Hypertext Markup Language) coding. Which is a language that gives the computer instructions or commands that you develop to design a website from scratch. CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) is a separate program that allows you to add color, font setting, and even background layouts. This program can be used with any XML document. When learning programing each language is contrary to the other. One language tells the other what to do. So if I type <smile>in HTML  then {color:white;background} in CSS this will tell the computer that the smile should have a color white background (This is not actual coding this is just an example). This example is just a basic idea on how to add style to a website.

Monday, September 14, 2015

A simple example of frequency and what it's measured in:

Frequency can be defined simply by putting one dot on a piece of paper. If you want more dots than you increase the frequency by writing more dots. If you take this example and apply it to a radio broadcast than you would be referring to signal strength. To increase the signal you would increase the frequency. When you increase the frequency the signal expands and the station can reach a wider audience. Frequency is measured in hertz.

Friday, September 11, 2015

The Tower Family and their Broken Instruments

Mrs. Tower was a good mom, she had her twins 9/11/2001. The twins were happy kids. Her husband was a good man. The Tower family was known for collecting broken instruments. After twelve years of doing this they figured they would start a band to make some extra money. They started to play outside of buildings and people loved them. Mr. Tower was a genius, he knew how to make even the worn instruments useful for something. After fourteen years of doing this the Tower family started to get tired. They just didn't feel like it would workout. They couldn't make enough money to keep it up. Mr. Tower decided that he would start fixing the instruments and maybe sell them. The twins had grown up now and they saw the discouraging look on their father's face. He enjoyed playing. It didn't matter if one person showed up they knew he was only happy when he was playing music. The twins had an idea that would get their father back to doing what he loved. They went out and collected every broken instrument they could and placed them in the back yard. They did this for 11 years. After the 11th year the broken instruments had reached the clouds, they were stacked so high. Soon after people started gathering around their house and Mr. Tower would play for them and people would give him a lot of money just to get a piece of the record that they had received for the tallest broken instrument tower. The Tower family played and played as people from all over the world started sending them their broken instruments. The tower soon grew almost into space exceeding the clouds. Mr. Tower and his family kept going until one day a kid showed up. The kid kept watching Mr. Tower and his family. He came over and hugged him. The Tower family had never seen him in the crowd before. He told Mr. Tower that he looked up to him and wish he could play an instrument. This touched the Tower family. They then went to the back yard to grab him an instrument.
 "I think we should get him some drums," Mrs. Tower says.
"I have a feeling if we take something from the stack, the instruments will surely fall. What should we do?" Mr. Tower explained.
While the twins watched from the window, they came up with an idea.
"Father, why don't you start from the top and donate the instruments to children or people who want to play but can't afford it."
Mr. and Mrs. Tower looked discouraged, "But we're this close to reaching outer space with our tower. If we start giving the instruments away than what's the purpose of all this work." Mr. Tower says.
The twins give each other a look of certainty, "Just think of all of the jobs you can create fixing all of those instruments. Wouldn't that be great," one of the twins explained.
A bell went off in Mr. and Mrs. Tower's head.
The Tower family flew a plane to the top and got to work.
Three years later after starting their business they soon built two twin towers that reached the heavens all because of one little drummer boy who wanted to play an instrument. Every 9/11 they go to the top floor while he stands on the bottom to look up and play his drums of joy.
The End.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

The Animals Vs. the Humans

"They killed my whole family and shot at me when I tried to save them. I can't go on living like this," the lion explains to a pack of animals.
A raccoon emerges from the pack of animals, "We have to organize. We have to come up with a  plan, then we strike."
The lion stands on top of a fallen tree to address the animals of the forest,
 "We must all come together in this matter. We will wage war on the humans. I am certain that we will see victory in this battle. We must use everything we have. Every god given ability and we will fight to the end. Animals of the earth I proclaim that we have nothing to lose and we have the world to gain."
All of the animals start cheering then a loud explosion fills the ears of the animals.
"Run to the mountains everyone. Hurry we have to save ourselves. The dreaded humans have dropped the bombs," shouts the lion.
After filling the mountains the eagle flies in with some amazing news.
"Friends of the forest it seems the humans have blown themselves up. We are back in business," proclaims the eagle.
Cheers fill the air.
Another raccoon emerges from the pack,
 "So who is at the top of the food chain now?"
All the animals look at each other and scatter like rats.
The raccoon takes a seat on a log all by himself,
"We could just be vegetarians," he says to himself as a buckeye falls from the tree and hits him on the head.
The animals didn't  even have to put up a fight for the humans had did the work for them.
The end.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

King Uriah and the Black Plague

"What do you see my LORD?"
A loud thunder struck the earth.
It was so loud that the cloud that it came from made a baby cry.
Gabriel took back his question as he saw the eyes of the crying baby.
It was Uriah the Hittite. The fallen soldier who was slain by a king had been reborn.
Whispering....."See no pleasure in the people's visions. Do you see as they do not obey. Do you see how they have no mercy on their own kind. Everything I say to you is true. Whenever you see them smile you must not trust them. You must put the fear of GOD in them. This is not TERROR. I am speaking truth. Their hearts have turned away. Their is no beauty in them. For they have turned away from the one who gives them strength. You alone will take away their light. You will take away their joy. For they have forgotten. They do not hear the cries of the innocent? 'TAKE ME DOWN. I GIVE MY LIFE FOR YOUR SAKE. FORGIVE THEM FATHER FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.'"
Whispering...."I want to have mercy on them. Look at the woman? Do you see what she has become? Look at the ones who follow the law. Do you see how they're hung. In you I will put all of me. When your work is done. The land will be calm and the heavens will rain down ashes on the earth. Do you see their leaders. Look at how they have no knowledge of the LORD. They are dumb by their own laws. The people do not respect them. Look at the mother as she has no food for her child and she kills because of her uncertainty. She is alone. Where is man? Is this what I have done. 'I MADE THEM AND THEY DO NOT SEE ME IN MAN.' In you I will give them justice. You will be my watchman. Their must be no forgiveness in your heart. In you they will see all of what they have done and they will fall to their knees. In you they will see the truth for they have been blinded by lies. You will have to do nothing. I Gabriel will walk with you. The sins you commit will not be your own. For when you sin it will be because the people force you to. Rise up my child and walk."
When Uriah the Hittite rose he saw the star of DAVID and he knelt.
"I remember...I will now walk with you my LORD."
Lighting struck again and there was a new JERUSALEM.
"Do you see it," Gabriel asked.
"Where are the people my LORD?"
Their eyes have been opened by the Black Plague.
They await you at the gates.
You alone have the key.
"Am I a man?"
"Open the gate and you will see what you alone inherited because of your faith in the king. You my child are a soldier of the LORD."
When Uriah opened the gate. The people knelt before him. Have mercy on us...have mercy on us my LORD.
"But I don't understand," Uriah explained.
Gabriel showed him the Black Plague.
Now they remember. You alone will be their King.
You alone will lead them back to JERUSALEM.
Uriah saw the sun peak through the clouds.
The plague healed the land and all that was left was innocent.
The head of the snake fell in front of him and he killed the dragon also.
Ten soldiers tried to kill him as he saw the star of DAVID.
"Why are they trying to kill me?"
"Am I just a man?"
When the people saw this they prayed.
The sun came out and the war was over.
For they saw a new JERUSALEM.
Uriah fell to his knees and a wife was given to him.
She was a gentle Virgin with no sin.
She was the purest of all women.
She helped him up, gave him drink.
She opened his heart.
She gave him love.
"My LORD your work is done." She spoke.
The work of the LORD was done.
There was a new JERUSALEM, there was peace on EARTH.
King Uriah could now forgive. For the Lord alone had cleansed the Land.  

Friday, September 4, 2015

What is linguistics?

Linguistics is the study of language. There are three forms of this study: language form, language meaning, and language. Although it seems rare that people value quality language skills, the study of linguistics is still important as communication skills are always needed. It is also important to note that proper dialect is important in all forms of society. The person who studies linguistics understands the use of words in formal and informal situations. The study of linguistics is pivotal to the development of a well educated and functioning society.  

Thursday, September 3, 2015

One important camera tip for the amateur:

Although this tip may seem vague, it is common amongst amateur filmmakers and photographers:
About 90% of the time what you see on the monitor is what you will see in the final results unless something is wrong with the camera or monitor screen. That is why it is important to adjust lighting etc. according to what the picture looks like on the monitor. If for any reason you feel it is going to look different from what the monitor is displaying; chances are you're wrong.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Using the word "gag" in theatre.

In sitcoms you will notice punch-lines used to enhance the comedy experience. In theatre terms these punch-lines are called "gag lines" or "gags".

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

What you will see if you take a microscope and place it up to a DVD.

You will see tiny dots embedded within the DVD. Those dots are the sound patterns of what you hear playing when the sound is transmitted through the speakers.

Monday, August 31, 2015


If a flower grows in the middle of the street.
If a bird shows you how to fly.
If a waterfall makes a rainbow.
If a star shines in the dark.
It's only possible if...
I can imagine the possibilities.

What if...

Friday, August 28, 2015

American Blues

Daddy done bad momma's not home
People not happy
Drama on the phone...

I need money
I need money

I got a soft heart and the people don't treat me right.
I got the American Blues and no girl to hold me tight

Fire burns deep
People on  the street
All bad news
Veterans need to eat...

I need money
I need money

I got the American Blues and the people don't treat me right...

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Feathers & Wings

She failed three times.
She was abused.
She lost her first child.
In her sorrow she saw hope.
Everyone watching doubted.

In all her failures she collected feathers.
She made her some wings.
Then on a quiet day she flew in the sky.
Everyone now looked up to her.
For she had done what no human had ever done.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Journal.

It is now the year 2015 and man has become confused. Many wonder was there ever a good day or time when everyone got along. Things have become different. The people don't have as much spunk as they used to have. Most of the people have been tainted and most of the officials have become corrupt. I don't hear people singing the blues as much like the good old days. The woes of the people are evident in their testimonies. Ages have past and there has been a technology boom yet the people are still not content. Some just want peace, some want answers, and some want revenge. The preacher would say that things were coming to an end but many have heard that line before. Everything seems normal for a second and then something else goes wrong. The optimistic thinker is often smacked by the pessimist but I do believe that things will get better. I saw the sun in the sky today. It rose just like it does everyday. I'm going to sit here and have a cold drink of water. I have a feeling in my soul that everything will be okay. Everything on earth is made to live and until I die I will suck it up and keep moving. It is what it is...  

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Unmasking the culture of entertainment:

In performing, dancing, and even acting there are things that people on the big screen have to face after each job. Reality makes a big difference in the world of pretend and each adventure brings a new struggle. Although the culture may seem fun and exciting the entertainer has to give the public what they want. Some entertainers disappear never getting a second chance. There are also entertainers who just need a gig to pay the bills. Most don't even choose to be in the eye of the public they just love the job and being on stage. Many entertainers turn to drugs and other substances to fight what they're feeling inside, but just like most humans the only thing they're searching for is love. Although cultures are often designed by entertainers the true culture and the message they're trying to send is just be yourself.  

Monday, August 24, 2015

Creating a setting without having to spend the money:

Ever wonder how the setting of a film looks so real? It almost seems as if they're actually in the real location. Well, the truth of the matter is that the majority of the time they're not. Most settings are either a backdrop or green screen special effects. Major studios and even independent gurus save a lot of money by editing in settings. If you wonder how it looks so real don't feel bad because you're not alone. It looks real because computer effect have evolved over the years and artist have evolved as well. Programs like Adobe and other highly sophisticated software give movie makers an edge over having to actually travel or blow something up. The trick is that if you believe everything you see on TV, you may want to visit a doctor.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Is that the actual actor jumping out of the car?

Most of the time it is a stuntman, body double or dummy. Although some actors do like to do their own stunts, most don't want to take the risk of being injured.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

What was one of the first materials used to record sound on?

One of the first materials used to record sound was wax paper. The inventor noticed that the sound wave created a groove within the wax paper. This sound groove could be transmitted using a needle which played back the sound embedded in the grove of the wax paper. This idea caught on to early scientist who later created the phone and other communication devices.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Kid Echo and the Thought Machine

Michael Bose was in high school when he came up with the idea of trapping the thoughts of people.
"It's like I can hear people thinking," he said to his friend Mellissa.
Michael earned the name "Kid Echo" because he had always been fascinated with sound at an early age. Everyone thought Michael was the perfect person to lead the school in the creative minds event coming up. Sitting in class, Mellissa couldn't help but bother him.
"So have you started building it?" She ask, as she gets Michael's attention.
"Yes, it's no different from building a studio except you magnify the subject's thinking. It's amplified by drugs or other mind stimulants. If you want to check it out stop by the house later."
 Kid Echo explains.
"Wow that sounds amazing, you're a genius Kid Echo." Mellissa replies with cheer.
Later that day approaching the house, Kid Echo and Mellissa noticed something strange going on. There were all types of people surrounding the house.
Kid Echo's mom comes running out of the house when she sees him approaching the front door.
"Michael, what did you do? These people have been here all night! They keep coming and going. They come here with pencils, pads and head phones. What are you building in the basement?" His mother ask wondering what her son had started.
"It's nothing mom. They just have to get their thoughts out in the thought machine I built," Kid Echo responds.
"Are you charging them?" His mother ask.
"Not yet; I have to test it out," he replies.
Mellissa emerges from the crowd of people.
"You're going to be rich! Look at all these people."
As everyone welcomes Kid Echo he instructs them to proceed into the basement one at a time. One after another they spill out their thoughts. While the momentum is shifting the meter on the thought machine starts to bounce back and forth.
"What's going on? It looks like it's about to blow!" Mellissa shouts noticing the smoke coming from the machine.
"Don't worry this is what happens when people let out what they are really thinking." Kid Echo explains.
While the session winds down everyone exits but the others waiting rev things back up. It was non-stop, Kid Echo had created a way for people to say what they feel. Once people caught on to his vision, others started copying and calling theirs recording studios and putting music behind the thoughts. Kid Echo had started something that would never end. People were so brainwashed by his vision that he had to put an end to it. People started believing that certain thoughts were real and they started killing each other. They even starting mutilating their body. It was insane.
After the creative minds event things had gotten out of hand. Mellissa rushes over to Kid Echo,
"How are you going to reverse this?" She asked.
 "The only way to reverse this is to get them to read, I have to create a machine that will give them the power to write down their thoughts instead of speaking them," Kid Echo explains as they rush back to the lab.
After he did this soon the people started to calm down. Kid Echo had saved the day. Who would have thought that reading and writing would be much better than speaking words. Only the genius of Kid Echo.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

5 Tips on sound proofing your booth:

There are many ways to sound proof your studio booth here are a few tips:
  • Use old mattresses to surround the booth
  • Use bed foam to surround the booth
  • Surround the booth with carpet
  • Build a booth made of glass
  • Use moving blankets to surround the booth
These are just a few ways to trap sound. There are plenty of ways to trap sound but these five tips should be the most effective.

Monday, August 17, 2015

The seed

The voice of reason never leaves the mind of the unjust.
All that matters is seen in the eyes of the witness.
As time goes on, the thought of innocence plays over and over again in the mind of the guilty.
The heart of the victim finds faith in an uncommon place.
He holds on to the thought of one incident and as time goes by he receives a seed.
He then plants it.
While it grows he notices it's beauty while others gather around.
The voice of reason goes to the unjust and he comes to chop down the beautiful plant but this time all that matters is that he give back to the innocent what he took away.
The seed grows in time and there is enough food for all to eat.
The innocent forgive but the fruit given to the guilty is bitter.
Why does the guilty not taste the flavor that the innocent taste?
What are the odds of that?
Why won't the guilty leave the innocent alone?
The food for thought is within the seed.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Making something out of nothing:

When you see a dead flower, find the beauty in it. When you go to a sinful place plant a flower.