The red alert light flashes brightly through the Closter phobic hallways of the SSN Blowfish. The navigator swings around quickly and reports that there is a major storm approaching and that we must find calm waters deeper into the ocean. Just then a streak of lightning leaps out of the clouds and into nearby waters. Our instruments go haywire and we commence to dive quickly and without warning into the sea.
The Blowfish dived for three minutes or so before we came into the no dive zone which is where we are not permitted to dive any further down sense the ocean floor would be too close for comfort. The navigator once more swings around and reports that we are in the clear of the storm for now and that we dove about 600 feet. We were in the Challenger's Deep, the deepest part of the ocean. This part of the ocean is about 36,200 feet deep in the western Pacific Ocean.
It was strange, although the navigator said we only dove 600 feet in three minutes, it felt longer, it felt like we dove deeper. It was something I kept in the back of my mind as the Blowfish and crew prepared for resurfacing. We got to our stations in a hurry and awaited orders from the navigator. The Blowfish resurfaced with almost no effort from the crew inside sense the waters were now calm. Calmer than they should be, I thought.
The commanding officer came out to congratulate us on our intense dive to avoid the storm, and that we could get on aluminum soil. To get on aluminum soil means that we could go out on top of the submarine and get some fresh air, something we didn't get to do very often. Leland, a fellow crew member, opened the air tight hatch and yelled down, "different air from the tank, ain't that right boys". I proceeded to climb the ladder to the top and peered out and around the Blowfish's bow. Something was wrong we weren't far from land when we dove, now there wasn't land at all.
The navigator poked his head out of the hatch and said, "that's right we actually dove six leagues into the Challenger's Deep and resurfaced some where I've never even heard about". Everyone's expressions were the same, confusion. I gazed into the dim night and noticed the extra moon pasted in the sky. The thoughts I had about the dive came to my eyes. I got a swift and crooked idea about what had occurred. Were we upside down? Are we inside the Earth? Many crew members now stared at me thinking I was inside the cabin for too long.
Leland, who seemed to always be full of ideas, proposed his. "Maybe sense there are two moons gravity would probably be reversed which held this place together". So all of this would be ground water". The crazy thought hit my head and I realized why the Challenger's Deep was so deep the moon has constantly been pulling he Earth inside out. I've sent a message in a bottle waiting for someone to send help sense the stronger gravity doesn't allow us to leave. We have just been waiting for help, and are still waiting.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Thursday August, 28th - Outer Space, 2199
Log #364 - Outer space 2199, Station of Leviathan – 11:30 PM.
We still have not found out the cause of this disastrous Phenomenon. The Milky Way Galaxy is on the verge of collapsing and there are no scientific explanations on how this could of had happened. I'm Nora the head of the science and atmosphere department sense 364 days ago along with Mr. Hank who is behind me looking in a mirror again. Anyways, I have not found any conclusions on how we can save our galaxy from utter destruction. Hank do you have any ideas? “Maybe the galaxy is collapsing in on me sense I’m so gorgeous”, yeah Hank whatever floats your boat, sinks it. Travis is never any help to me or this project. I guess he doesn’t understand the gravity of this situation. As of now, Travis and I are of no help. We have ran out of ideas and cannot conclude that our galaxy will not collapse. The world will just have to wait for their sharp end. It is now 11:55 and I can see the sun expanding and brightening, we only have about five minutes world so be prepared. As for now this is Nora and Hank in outer space. Station of Leviathan January 1st 2200, log #364 signing off.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Wednesday August, 27th - Animal Invention
If we could make one thing to make our lives more interesting, that we learned from an animal what would it be? What animal would it be? How about a bird, maybe a Condor to be more specific. The want to fly is extraordinary for me. Just to be able to be in the air with nothing around you, feeling the air go by and always feeling like you are on the top of the world. A Condor can fly about 55 miles per hour on average, and can travel up to 150 miles per day in search of food!
One thing we could make is high power binoculars that are only the size of glasses or a little smaller possibly, or a carbon fibre suit that allows to fly similar to a bird. It is all just only an idea, and an idea that is not completely out of the cereal box. Everyone should just keep in mind how animals affect our life's. just something to think about.
Google.com - San Diego Zoo, Condor
One thing we could make is high power binoculars that are only the size of glasses or a little smaller possibly, or a carbon fibre suit that allows to fly similar to a bird. It is all just only an idea, and an idea that is not completely out of the cereal box. Everyone should just keep in mind how animals affect our life's. just something to think about.
Google.com - San Diego Zoo, Condor
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Tuesday August, 26th - Concert
I step into the waving and yelling crowd, feeling as if someone had set off a fire alarm in a preschool. The lights dim, pitch black falls upon the audience, and everyone goes silent. The lights flicker and there stood one of my favorite bands "The Strokes". A shiver goes down my spine when I hear their base player strum a note of the song "Reptillia". My head could of exploded when Julian Casablancas, lead singer, steps onto the stage.
His voice stains the air with the lyrics. I feel my heart stop, everyone's hands sore into the air , and the base player does his solo. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't help the thought of raising my hand with the crowd. Everyone was jumping and screaming for more at the end. It felt like I won one million dollars only to have it stolen from me. My heart stepped back into my chest and the hundreds of hands that were in the air now sank into the crowd.
Google.com - The Strokes, Reptillia
His voice stains the air with the lyrics. I feel my heart stop, everyone's hands sore into the air , and the base player does his solo. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't help the thought of raising my hand with the crowd. Everyone was jumping and screaming for more at the end. It felt like I won one million dollars only to have it stolen from me. My heart stepped back into my chest and the hundreds of hands that were in the air now sank into the crowd.
Google.com - The Strokes, Reptillia
Monday, August 25, 2014
Monday August, 25th - Literary Character
I raise my thumbs to their full potential as I grab the GameCube controller and continue the adventure with Link at my side. I'm walking through a cave and I pull out a lantern to illuminate the constricting walls. I look up and I am dumbfounded when I see a six foot spider charging me with all eight legs springing forward. I take a step back and swing my sword only to miss completely. The spider parried and hit me from behind in one staggering hit. I tossed the controller in the air only for it to come back down and hit me in the back of the head sense it was attached to a short cord. The words "Game Over", once again glistens on the Sony TV screen, mocking me.
If Link were here right now I would have told him how dumb attacking that spider with one heart left was. How a parry could have easily been blocked. I imagined what I would have said if that moment would have arose. If Link were here right now what would he have to say to me? What would he do? Scratching my head I peered at the "Game Over" screen. I wonder? There would be a lot more adventure and action for sure. Every time I would go to Wal-Mart he would probably think everyone there were weirdo's. "Where are there swords?" ,he would say, "It is dangerous to go alone out here?".
I paused at the thought of Link trying to pay for something at the register. Twelve rupees make sense to Link but not to the employee as his eyes nearly exposed his brain as wide as they were. The now extremely rich employee would hop out of the store and later become the richest man on planet Earth. I raised my eyebrow and gazed at the screen once more maybe not I said and continued with the game.
If Link were here right now I would have told him how dumb attacking that spider with one heart left was. How a parry could have easily been blocked. I imagined what I would have said if that moment would have arose. If Link were here right now what would he have to say to me? What would he do? Scratching my head I peered at the "Game Over" screen. I wonder? There would be a lot more adventure and action for sure. Every time I would go to Wal-Mart he would probably think everyone there were weirdo's. "Where are there swords?" ,he would say, "It is dangerous to go alone out here?".
I paused at the thought of Link trying to pay for something at the register. Twelve rupees make sense to Link but not to the employee as his eyes nearly exposed his brain as wide as they were. The now extremely rich employee would hop out of the store and later become the richest man on planet Earth. I raised my eyebrow and gazed at the screen once more maybe not I said and continued with the game.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Friday August, 22nd - Wacky Words
There is something very terrific about being scientific
You can make things out of anything, even things that ting
There are times when you don't feel scientific
And those times are really horrific
Especially when Nirvana is playing
It really shouldn't be staying
On the public radio
Nirvana is a band that shouldn't have a studio
But when you're scientific
Things aren't so horrific
You make that radio stop
With your scientific pop
Now times are better until you hear
Nirvana in your ear
You crawl and stretch away
Because Nirvana is here to stay
You can make things out of anything, even things that ting
There are times when you don't feel scientific
And those times are really horrific
Especially when Nirvana is playing
It really shouldn't be staying
On the public radio
Nirvana is a band that shouldn't have a studio
But when you're scientific
Things aren't so horrific
You make that radio stop
With your scientific pop
Now times are better until you hear
Nirvana in your ear
You crawl and stretch away
Because Nirvana is here to stay
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Thursday August, 21st - Mystery Lady
How Imaginative is our world? Are our thoughts just a jumbled mess written on a paper waiting to be read. Sometimes words cannot be read, but seen. A strange structure crooked and colorful, twisted and a lack of boredom is what I see. It is always great to see or hear something abnormally different. Some people would say it is strange and not something anyone can relate to or be comfortable to watch. Some people don't step out of there comfort zones and realize it is so much better outside the box. It is so much better outside the box!
You can create a monster painting with colors splattered in various places, and lines that aren't so straight, but lead you to something so much better than the lines before them. The colors that lay mixed with another color. Faces that can only be described as insidious and obscene. Crippled arms and shattered legs put together again only in a different pattern. It is the backwards of normality.
She sits in a chair made of hand carved wood. She sits and stairs through her dim, and coal black eyes watching, and listening through her curvy bent ears placed in a position only she could understand. She waits for someone to tell her who she was drawn by. She asks herself who, but it is all just a mystery.
You can create a monster painting with colors splattered in various places, and lines that aren't so straight, but lead you to something so much better than the lines before them. The colors that lay mixed with another color. Faces that can only be described as insidious and obscene. Crippled arms and shattered legs put together again only in a different pattern. It is the backwards of normality.
She sits in a chair made of hand carved wood. She sits and stairs through her dim, and coal black eyes watching, and listening through her curvy bent ears placed in a position only she could understand. She waits for someone to tell her who she was drawn by. She asks herself who, but it is all just a mystery.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Wednsday August, 20th - Alter Ego
Timmy Turner always seems to be the one to ruin the day with his own ignorance only to be set straight by some other person, and be honored as the savior of the day. Timmy always seems to have his own way of doing things. His two fairies always seem to have his back, but what happens when they can't control Timmy, and he starts to do anything he wishes to. What happens when Timmy goes dark?
Timmy's fairies don't control him, they do not make him wish or un-wish something. So why does he put himself and people around him in danger constantly? Maybe he only cares about himself and does not care for other peoples life's or time. Timmy has always been about the fun. His darker side could be strange and twisted. He could be waiting for the right moment to strike and take over the world with his ignorance. World be aware of Timmy Turner!
Timmy's fairies don't control him, they do not make him wish or un-wish something. So why does he put himself and people around him in danger constantly? Maybe he only cares about himself and does not care for other peoples life's or time. Timmy has always been about the fun. His darker side could be strange and twisted. He could be waiting for the right moment to strike and take over the world with his ignorance. World be aware of Timmy Turner!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Tuesday August, 19th - Scariest Place
A small dark closet or hole is the most terrifying scene, if you were to be put in that position and told to stay calm. These places send a chill down your spine when you start to panic and you don't remember how to get out. Your mind trips over your adrenaline and you start to over think what is going to happen. Your breathes become heavy and your lungs begin to fill constricted. As your mind becomes blank you realize how you got there and walk right back out.
The reoccurring nightmare of a small enclosed area can be freighting to people. The knowing of being restricted by walls on all sides of you giving you no room to move can chew away at your mind. Sometimes it can be pitch black or bright florescent light. Your hands press against the wall only to set a strict reminder of how trapped you really are. Of course it is easy to get out of this position if your mind could stop racing at the thought of Closter phobia sinking into your surrounding. The realization that you are only being Closter phobic brings some relief when you walk out of the restricting walls realizing you aren't going to die.
The reoccurring nightmare of a small enclosed area can be freighting to people. The knowing of being restricted by walls on all sides of you giving you no room to move can chew away at your mind. Sometimes it can be pitch black or bright florescent light. Your hands press against the wall only to set a strict reminder of how trapped you really are. Of course it is easy to get out of this position if your mind could stop racing at the thought of Closter phobia sinking into your surrounding. The realization that you are only being Closter phobic brings some relief when you walk out of the restricting walls realizing you aren't going to die.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Friday August, 15th - Kindergarten
I'm not sure what my Mom is talking about when she says school. She says that tomorrow will be a big day for me and I will make friends at school, but wont everything be just like today forever. She has really got my head hurting with thoughts of tomorrow. The next morning my mom woke me up earlier than usual and I didn't feel to good about it. She handed a bag and said, "I'm taking you this morning to school", I say school because I couldn't say the word she said. It sounded wrong, and wasn't a word I knew. it sounded like, king ear garden, but I'm not sure.
My mom handed me a bag filled with pencils and paper, I had no idea what it was for. I lumbered to the car and slammed the door shut because I wasn't to happy about being awake. We drove for a few minutes. I was peering out the clear glass of the car window as I always do. I like to think of myself as observant. The car then came to a halt and there in front of me was a huge building maybe 60 feet high with kids just walking straight into it. What was it, a jail for kids I thought.
In amazement I walked to the jail with my Mom and soon I would become the dumb kid walking inside it's grasp. The bars shut behind me and I was in. There were kids crying and clinging to there Mom's and Dad's hands. I felt like doing the same but didn't because I didn't wont to be embarrassed here. I thought the inmates might think I was soft and beat me up. My mom then appointed me to a tall lady holding a book staring at me with laser focus eyes. She said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Rachael your king ear garden teacher", there were those words again. Those words mocked me.
I left my Mom and went with the lady to a room filled with things straight from the horror factory. Things I didn't even know about. Things I didn't want to know about. I was told it wouldn't take long before I could go home and was dreading every minute of jail. I didn't want to remember what happened that day, but when I got home I was filled with joy that I was out of the jail and I knew that when I grew up I would never go back to jail until I was made.
My mom handed me a bag filled with pencils and paper, I had no idea what it was for. I lumbered to the car and slammed the door shut because I wasn't to happy about being awake. We drove for a few minutes. I was peering out the clear glass of the car window as I always do. I like to think of myself as observant. The car then came to a halt and there in front of me was a huge building maybe 60 feet high with kids just walking straight into it. What was it, a jail for kids I thought.
In amazement I walked to the jail with my Mom and soon I would become the dumb kid walking inside it's grasp. The bars shut behind me and I was in. There were kids crying and clinging to there Mom's and Dad's hands. I felt like doing the same but didn't because I didn't wont to be embarrassed here. I thought the inmates might think I was soft and beat me up. My mom then appointed me to a tall lady holding a book staring at me with laser focus eyes. She said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Rachael your king ear garden teacher", there were those words again. Those words mocked me.
I left my Mom and went with the lady to a room filled with things straight from the horror factory. Things I didn't even know about. Things I didn't want to know about. I was told it wouldn't take long before I could go home and was dreading every minute of jail. I didn't want to remember what happened that day, but when I got home I was filled with joy that I was out of the jail and I knew that when I grew up I would never go back to jail until I was made.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Thursday August, 14th - Gross
The first thing I expect from a refreshing soda drink is the burn of the caffeinated water hitting the back of my throat, but dare I call this acclaimed refreshing drink a soda. First off the smell of the soda is just nauseating. Like a bad off brand cereal that your friend has and you are forced to eat for breakfast. Also what is very enjoyable about a soda is the artwork on the bottle. I would go to the store just to admire the artwork masked on a soda bottle, but this soda does not have the same ability. This bottle, however, looks like is was drawn by a untalented person who ran out of ideas. As I pick up this bottle of mess, the side says "soda", nothing more nothing less.
I sigh thinking that this time could be different. I lift the cold brim to my lips and poor the crippled taste of something wrong onto my taste buds. I had to drink something. It was after my sports practice and my throat was turning into sandpaper. The soda had little help to offer me unfortunately as I swallowed just a sip of its bland taste. The soda slithered down my throat uncomfortably. the drink sent a shiver down by spine. like a school bus with screeching brakes as it comes to a stop to pick you up in the morning. I made a pledge to never drink this soda again. Till this day I have never drank a bottle that plainly said "soda", on the side.
I sigh thinking that this time could be different. I lift the cold brim to my lips and poor the crippled taste of something wrong onto my taste buds. I had to drink something. It was after my sports practice and my throat was turning into sandpaper. The soda had little help to offer me unfortunately as I swallowed just a sip of its bland taste. The soda slithered down my throat uncomfortably. the drink sent a shiver down by spine. like a school bus with screeching brakes as it comes to a stop to pick you up in the morning. I made a pledge to never drink this soda again. Till this day I have never drank a bottle that plainly said "soda", on the side.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Wendsday August, 13th - Squirrel
Their is something just off about a squirrel to me, so jumpy so hyper. Almost like they have something to hide. Maybe I am just a bit paranoid, but then again maybe they are. If you ever look at a squirrel do they ever have straight eye contact with you. If you can do that you are basically set for life. You could be like a ruler or king of squirrels, and high and mighty you may sit upon their branches and laugh at people walking by you. When these people point and stair at you simply do not make eye contact, and they will be the ones that are strange.
The only question is how this family of mammal came to be so awkwardly annoying, and strange. What do they have to hide? Kind of like people in a way, always looking for something to do, places to be, things to have. I for one do not mind the resemblance of these two species. I find it amusing to think that there is an animal similar to me or anyone for that matter. Maybe squirrels could be like the new family pet replacing a dog or cat later in life. Like a sick show of Tom and Jerry some what. I wouldn't know which side people would be on.
Would being king of squirrels bring riches to me? Maybe being the king they will bring me Walnuts filled with gold and gems. I would admire them and sit upon the tallest tree I could find, perhaps a Redwood, that would be nice. I will sit in the tallest tree and laugh at the humans walking buy.
Humans are so jumpy and hyper almost like they have something to hide. Maybe we as squirrels are paranoid, but then again maybe humans are. We can never make eye contact with them they just look away. I wonder what they are hiding? I wonder if they think the same thing? For now ill sit in the tree and ponder these questions as we squirrels always have.
The only question is how this family of mammal came to be so awkwardly annoying, and strange. What do they have to hide? Kind of like people in a way, always looking for something to do, places to be, things to have. I for one do not mind the resemblance of these two species. I find it amusing to think that there is an animal similar to me or anyone for that matter. Maybe squirrels could be like the new family pet replacing a dog or cat later in life. Like a sick show of Tom and Jerry some what. I wouldn't know which side people would be on.
Would being king of squirrels bring riches to me? Maybe being the king they will bring me Walnuts filled with gold and gems. I would admire them and sit upon the tallest tree I could find, perhaps a Redwood, that would be nice. I will sit in the tallest tree and laugh at the humans walking buy.
Humans are so jumpy and hyper almost like they have something to hide. Maybe we as squirrels are paranoid, but then again maybe humans are. We can never make eye contact with them they just look away. I wonder what they are hiding? I wonder if they think the same thing? For now ill sit in the tree and ponder these questions as we squirrels always have.
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