I challenge all of you to create a YouTube account. After you create an account, proceed to go to every single beatles video, or at least hit the major ones. Then comment something like "These guys are almost as good as the Jonas Brothers."
Hah, I was just watching some Beatles on YouTube, and noticed that some musically hindered members were comparing the Jonas Brothers to the Beatles. The Jonas Brothers have some sort of look that inspires varied shrieks from young teenage girls, but they lack talent. I just think its funny how people say that. And someone I quote their comment said "almost as good as the jonas brothers."
I got a kick out of it because you can tell the Jonas Brothers emulate the Beatles and are definitely trying to surpass them in some way. Just because you have fans, doesn't mean you're good.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Some People Learn it in the Schools
Every year since the sixth grade has been the same. My grades start out somewhat poor, then decrease as the year goes on. I wish grades didn't exist, they are supremely indescriptive of any individual. Grades represent how well your robot mind has been programmed to submit to the squeemish authority of our society.
I do not like homework, it is consuming and not very worthwhile. I'd rather just study what I want to sudy, like Theology and Music and Writing. Learning would be much more successful if we could just choose what we want to study and focus in on it.
I guess that would be college. Although, highschool is supremely lame, how am I going to make it to college? I blame it all on homework. A cancer of the creative mind. The task that rots away my day with apprehension. I don't want to do it at all, but I know that I must to "succeed." So the result is a very poor grade average. For several weeks I may focus very finely on schoolwork, then I get very fed up and let a couple assignments go by. The result is a blemished letter stamped onto my report card. Although I am capable of doing quality work, the same mind crusing gear grinding day by day assignments that consume any and all free time is quite a terrible thing.
If I were to do every homework assignment to get good grades, I feel that I would be missing out on more important things and my life would be supremely stressful. It would just be school, homework, my job, and poor sleep. I would become a robot soon to meltdown under the pressure brought on by the fat rats at the head of our society.
I do not like homework, I do not like grades. Neither represent or enhance my individual mind.
I do not like homework, it is consuming and not very worthwhile. I'd rather just study what I want to sudy, like Theology and Music and Writing. Learning would be much more successful if we could just choose what we want to study and focus in on it.
I guess that would be college. Although, highschool is supremely lame, how am I going to make it to college? I blame it all on homework. A cancer of the creative mind. The task that rots away my day with apprehension. I don't want to do it at all, but I know that I must to "succeed." So the result is a very poor grade average. For several weeks I may focus very finely on schoolwork, then I get very fed up and let a couple assignments go by. The result is a blemished letter stamped onto my report card. Although I am capable of doing quality work, the same mind crusing gear grinding day by day assignments that consume any and all free time is quite a terrible thing.
If I were to do every homework assignment to get good grades, I feel that I would be missing out on more important things and my life would be supremely stressful. It would just be school, homework, my job, and poor sleep. I would become a robot soon to meltdown under the pressure brought on by the fat rats at the head of our society.
I do not like homework, I do not like grades. Neither represent or enhance my individual mind.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Music Theory
Not everything that's good has to be fun right? I am really interested and greatly intrigued by the depth of music theory. It seems like such a puzzling, yet useful skill. Hopefully it will sometime prove rewarding as a musician. So far I am just brushing up on music theory using some recommended websites from my friend and guitar teacher. It's definitely something I think will keep me busy for the rest of my life as long as I'm willing to learn.
Sweater Vest
Last night I purchased a brown sweater vest accompanied by a plaid blue, brown and white long sleeve. I am very excited because I am going to try the sweater vest look for the first time this morning at church. Wish me luck.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Short Story
One small step for Ben, one giant leap for mankind. That would be one way to describe the creation of that which is my short story. It was really easy, being that I am great at everything. I'm going to name my publishing label "River" because I flow so naturally and the nearby villagers feed off of my generosity. The easiest parts of writing my story were the beginning, middle, and end. I know you'll enjoy my story so you don't need to comment this blog. Wouldn't want to crash the Blogger.com server with my imminent flood of fans.
Thank you, no really thank you reader, for selfishly indulging yourself in my amazing piece of work.
The One and Only,
Benmanship
Thank you, no really thank you reader, for selfishly indulging yourself in my amazing piece of work.
The One and Only,
Benmanship
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Ted Nugent
If my mind was posessed entirely by satan, I think the voice in my head would sound like Ted Nugent.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Allman Brothers
That perfect flowing happy sound I was looking for. I think Phish might also have it too.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Contemplation
I'm considering whether or not to create a new blog titled "Visage Ventures" where I will update the progress of my face. No it sounds too uninteresting and incapable of constant continuation. And also weird.
Visage Ventures
I am embarking on an epic quest known only as "The Visage Ventures" where myself and any other daring souls will push our face to the limit. Let me know if you want to join, but be warned, 'tis perilous.
it's growing on your head!
I am currently waiting for my hair to grow. Right now I have a mullet equipped. It works really well if you want attention otherwise squandered elsewhere upon others.
I'm also working on a moustache and soul patch. The moustache in my case is basically a dirt stache. But I'm going to give it about 2 weeks and see if it thickens up. I was inspired by Mr. Ackerman's blog to attempt the moustache, although it looks foolish on some, I decided to do it for a change.
The ladies tell me they like just side burns, but hey, they can't handle me anyways. So the soul patch inspirado came from none other than Jack Black. In his HBO series from the nineties I believe, his visage is equipped with a soul patch. Being at my stage in development, the soul patch would not be nearly thick or noticable enough, so I decided to pair it up with the moustache. In theory, the dirt stache or "Poor Man's Moustache" as I just called it would draw more attention to the center of my face. As people will dip their heads to laugh, they will notice the soul patch and rethink their former views.
Facial hair is alot of fun and I am just beginning to explore it this year. I'm sure that I will have had many cool beards by the time I am old and grey. Even then, I will probably have the toppled mountain range (all aspects of my facial hair will be long, triangular and pointy).
So wish me luck and let your dream grow.
I'm also working on a moustache and soul patch. The moustache in my case is basically a dirt stache. But I'm going to give it about 2 weeks and see if it thickens up. I was inspired by Mr. Ackerman's blog to attempt the moustache, although it looks foolish on some, I decided to do it for a change.
The ladies tell me they like just side burns, but hey, they can't handle me anyways. So the soul patch inspirado came from none other than Jack Black. In his HBO series from the nineties I believe, his visage is equipped with a soul patch. Being at my stage in development, the soul patch would not be nearly thick or noticable enough, so I decided to pair it up with the moustache. In theory, the dirt stache or "Poor Man's Moustache" as I just called it would draw more attention to the center of my face. As people will dip their heads to laugh, they will notice the soul patch and rethink their former views.
Facial hair is alot of fun and I am just beginning to explore it this year. I'm sure that I will have had many cool beards by the time I am old and grey. Even then, I will probably have the toppled mountain range (all aspects of my facial hair will be long, triangular and pointy).
So wish me luck and let your dream grow.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Man vs. Bear
I think it would be so cool to fight a bear one on one in the wilderness. Imagine you are walking through a heavily forrested mountainous region with only the clothes on your back, some camping supplies, and a hunting knife. Then all of a sudden, you see a bear over in the distance and it sees you. You and the bear lock eyes, and the bear begins to charge. Knowing very well that to turn you back would be treason to yourself, you charge the bear as well. When the collision is imminent, you unsling your backpack and hurl it at the bear. Now the bear is disoriented and stumbles in its stride. So you unsheath your trusty hunting blade and gnash at the bear's cranium. This is a close quarters fight, so the bear is mauling you with claws the size of your head. You're a bloody mess and you can't hold out much longer but you keep tearing and slashing away at the bear. A fierce swipe from the bear thrusts your head to the side and you see a muddled puddle of blood, not knowing its source. The bear roars and draws back for another swipe, so you gouge its eye down to its snout. Desperate, and in a blind rage, the bear goes straight for you neck with its horrific teeth. Using adrenaline enhanced strength in a fight for survival, you fend off the foul beast with pure strength and take a split second chance to pierce and gash its jugular. The risk paid off, as the bear attempts to belch out a deafening roar, he chukes up some blood and mucus all over your thrashed body. The bear stands teetering and tottering like a tower, you scramble to your feet to flank the bear. You pounce the bear from it's exposed back to finish it off. With a heroic leap, you latch onto the bear's shoulders and unleash a flurry of jabs into its neck, and it spits up more blood as it falls to the ground. Victory is yours for the day. You just killed menacing mammoth mammalious bear. Congratulations.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Black Friday
Black Friday
As prices were lowered with a great holiday hack, many earnest employees faced attack, all on the peculiar Friday of black. After the turkey had been brought, lower prices were sought, greedy go getters fought, an employee’s life was reduced to naught and a lesson was taught.
With an economy soon to fail, we once again were called upon to bail in return was an outrageous sale. Buying things we want to own, every twelve seconds a new cellular phone, for children with texting abilities to hone. Oh yes, the deals were hot, at a toy store two men were shot, now they lay in the ground to rot, do they not? Why would one man do so to another? Why does the flood of mothers seek to get a cheap sweater for a brother?
When the day finally gave in and quit, all of them asked was it worth it? Plundered were the stores of thrift, all for that perfect Christmas gift. Will destiny fulfill our new fear? Will stupidity repeat itself next year?
Yes, this poem is true, such piteous people made the black day feel blue. Christmas mentality of a stuffed stocking, suffocated reason with a logical blocking. Now keep it safe with your holiday plan, please be reasonable if you can. It’s not a madman’s free for all taking place in the shopping mall. Its supposed to be a time of peace, love, and merriment for all.
Perhaps at the turn of the year when the crystalline ball does drop, all of this illogicality will stop. Haha, what could I be thinking, that’s a night filled with excessive drinking. Or maybe it’ll be safe on Easter break, no wait, that’s when all of the college kids travel for a risk to take.
It’s starting to seem, society has no moral to redeem. With no purity there is no security. So fend for yourself, just as any Christmas elf. I wish you a happy holiday retreat, have plenty of presents and food to eat!
As prices were lowered with a great holiday hack, many earnest employees faced attack, all on the peculiar Friday of black. After the turkey had been brought, lower prices were sought, greedy go getters fought, an employee’s life was reduced to naught and a lesson was taught.
With an economy soon to fail, we once again were called upon to bail in return was an outrageous sale. Buying things we want to own, every twelve seconds a new cellular phone, for children with texting abilities to hone. Oh yes, the deals were hot, at a toy store two men were shot, now they lay in the ground to rot, do they not? Why would one man do so to another? Why does the flood of mothers seek to get a cheap sweater for a brother?
When the day finally gave in and quit, all of them asked was it worth it? Plundered were the stores of thrift, all for that perfect Christmas gift. Will destiny fulfill our new fear? Will stupidity repeat itself next year?
Yes, this poem is true, such piteous people made the black day feel blue. Christmas mentality of a stuffed stocking, suffocated reason with a logical blocking. Now keep it safe with your holiday plan, please be reasonable if you can. It’s not a madman’s free for all taking place in the shopping mall. Its supposed to be a time of peace, love, and merriment for all.
Perhaps at the turn of the year when the crystalline ball does drop, all of this illogicality will stop. Haha, what could I be thinking, that’s a night filled with excessive drinking. Or maybe it’ll be safe on Easter break, no wait, that’s when all of the college kids travel for a risk to take.
It’s starting to seem, society has no moral to redeem. With no purity there is no security. So fend for yourself, just as any Christmas elf. I wish you a happy holiday retreat, have plenty of presents and food to eat!
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