Indecipherability
Editor’s note: Hey guys. I received a series of letters from my good friend Nick Patterson over a period of a few weeks starting about three months ago. I really didn’t know what to do with them, so I figured I’d post them on this blog and you guys can help me figure out what exactly was going on. Thanks! ~ Mike a.k.a. ReZips Read more…
Editor’s note: To all my loyal reader(s?), I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in a while. But hey, what do you expect, it’s me! Aaaaannnndddd I’ve lost another reader (I had more than one?!). But yes, I’m here, I’m queer straight and I’m ready to rant.
Evolution, like women, is a subject that simultaneously fascinates and confuses me with its ironical complexity within its simplicity. Something as complex as an eyeball can be intricately explained through the same process that will tell you why some finches have beaks good for breaking nuts while others have beaks that are long and good for sticking down into (heh) long flowers.
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Oscar Update: Nail’d It!
Nope, not a dated reference at ALL
Quick update for everybody who reads this (all 6 of you…you know who you are). As I’m sure you all read, I predicted the winners of the top 9 categories for the 83rd Academy Awards ceremony. And in case any of you were wondering, I picked every single one of them right!
So for everyone who made a butt-load of money off of my picks on their office pools, you’re welcome. For everyone else, shame on you for not listening to me. Maybe next year I’ll try to pick all 24 categories (good luck to me…who can tell the difference between Sound Editing and Sound Mixing??)
As an aside, I personally wanted The Social Network to win every award it was up for, but I’m glad it won Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Score, because it absolutely deserved those two. Additionally, props to Toy Story 3 for winning Best Song and Best Animated Feature, and props to Inception for winning a butt-load of technical awards.
127 Hours With A Social King
Hi everybody! (“Hi Rezips v. The World!”) As you all are undoubtedly well aware, The Academy Awards kick off in less than 24 hours. And, much like last year, I will be sharing my predictions and thoughts on the ceremony. Unlike last year, I won’t spend over 2,500 words doing it. Also unlike last year, I won’t be sharing who I thing SHOULD win, as I have not seen all the nominees (though I’m pretty close. Only major releases I haven’t seen are True Grit, Winter’s Bone and The Fighter). But what I will tell you is who will win and who the Underdog is to upset the winner. Finally, I’ll tell you the percent odds I will give my “Who Will Win” winner of winning. Here we go!
Oh, and here’s a link to the nominees to help you follow along.
Best Animated Feature
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Poems Ad Nauseam 3: “Dreaming of a Dying Wish”
Editor’s Note: I decided to enter a writing contest for my University’s “Unifying Theme,” which is Global Climate Change and its relation to education and the future. This is the poem I submitted. There is a cash prize associated with this, so I’ll let you know how it goes.
Dreaming of a Dying Wish
Peering past the system’s edge
To stand as if I’m on a ledge
All I see are twinkling orbs
I wonder if I could know more.
The dreams I have are unlike yours,
I dream not of the long gone wars.
My thoughts don’t drift to conflicts past,
They do not sit on who fought last.
My dreams are much simpler than this
I dream of but our dying wish,
That I could smell the fresh cut grass
That I could see the seasons pass.
I dream of air as fresh as time,
I dream of something so sublime.
I dream of mornings filled with sun,
I dream of nights transfixed with fun.
Alas, these will but stay as dreams
The future’s colder than it seems.
The bleak night sky is every day
The colors all bleed into grey.
Ironically, it is so stale
No thoughts abound of the tale
We, you see, are not meant to be
We, you see, are not the key
We live among the stars so bright
Our flight to Mars was but a plight
We do not have a home to own
We possess nothing to call our own.
We wander through the endless space
We dream but of our long-gone race.
Our air is stale, recycled waste
This, our eternal resting place.
If you only knew what we now know
You’d stop the fighting, stop the show.
You’d pool your resources, you fickle race!
You had it right in front of your face!
But you didn’t act, no you did not
And now the planet is long forgot.
And so we drift to eternity
Dreaming of what we wished you’d see.
Poems Ad Nauseam 2: “Superliminal”
Superliminal
Tim Boyd was a scared child
Warmer...
He saw things that didn’t seem so
In his brain thoughts ran wild
Some were just not apropos
If we saw more than sight
Said the confused Tim Boyd
Anything could be right
Cawed the slight paranoid
Our brains, not our eyes!
It’s plain as can be!
Nobody else will try?
Can’t anyone see?
If you only looked around
Don’t just read written words
Even poems make a sound
Notice the strange borders
Could Tim be right?
Even here, can you see?
Hath Tim stirred a fright?
It’s plain as can be.
Welcome one; welcome all, to ReZips’s Amazing Choose Your Own Adventure For Awesome Fun Good Adjective Times! Game. In case you don’t know the rules, here they are: Basically, you start off reading line number one. You choose where you’d like to go; it’s up to you*! Just follow the directions and don’t read it in order; you’ll just be confused and scared. If you play along, you’ll have a good time. And if you don’t, then you’re a communist…fucking commie.
*You does not include you. It’s actually up to me.
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