One Leg at a Time
The internet is a very important medium for free speech, and American's need to realize the importance of protecting that medium. Free speech on the internet is in jeapordy. Bloggers in some countries, such as China, face serious jail time for excercising their right to blog on the internet. There have been several arrests of citizens for posting criticisms of their government and politics. Amnesty International wants bloggers to publicize this gross injustice and it is important that we answer this challenge. Freedom is the most important value; without it, nothing else matters. Large internet search engines such as yahoo and google have been aiding countries in the infringement of free speech. This is very wrong and I condemn it and I hope that other people will do the same thing.

One Leg at a Time
I hosted my very first murder mystery party, and it was a huge success! I would recommend it to anyone and everyone who happens to possess a penchant for fun and excitement. My particular event was structured around halloween theme, so, I made my house into a veritable crypt. I had spooky music, rolling fog, bubbling and glowing alcoholic beverages and grossly themed food. I had eyeball and ear stew, witches toes and moldy bread, i had wormy cupcakes and slimy dip as well as bloodied people skin. It was all very pleasant. And suprisingly enough...almost all of my dishes came out how I wanted them two, the ears and eyeballs really looked like their namesake, the toes were hideous and the people skin was disturbingly fleshy. I had a monstrously large buffet, with three tables and an entire wall of food, and I am glad to say that the ghouls ate it all! I think I had one toe and some crusty bread left over. Strangely enough, the food went much quicker than the alcohol, and I ended up having a terrible waste there. I felt that my guests were of sturdier hearts and livers...so, I made about three handles worth of dracula's blood (trash can punch) and then I made use of 3 bottles of bubbling champagn, mixed with glow sticks (swamp water)....and at least half of it went to waste. If only I could have rebottled it :( Oh well, as far as the actual game went, everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. My employer, gave me an actual murder mystery kit, which I was able to use as a structural base for a halloween themed murder. I wrote the scripts for my twelve guests and developed ways to incorporate smaller games into the evening. We had bobbing for worms, wrap the mummy, monster charades and slime chugging as our four challenges. If you won your challenge, you recieved information to help you locate a hidden clue. Also, I gave each one of my characters special abilities (such as hypnosis) and had special times throughout the evening when their powers were activated. There was a crime scene with material clues and there was a constant story read out by the narrator (me) throughout the evening. Also, the murderer was allowed to kill one character during the evening and I had two investigators who people were not allowed to lie to. Despite these advantages for the murderer, she was eventually discovered and brought to justice (not really). The prize for the winner of my monstrous murder mystery, was the film Monsters Inc. I can't wait to have another one of these...next time, I think I might just use my employers kit. His is a mystery based around 16th century imperial China. I do like chinese food!

One Leg at a Time
Choosing Reality over Creation is a difficult leap. Not because it lacks validity, but because people lack courage. Humankind, in general, is afraid to step away from the portrait they have painted of themselves and rejoin the rest of world in the random miracle of life. Human beings have developed something that other animals have not yet had the ability to invent...vanity. I believe that the creation of vanity which in turned created God (man's desire to be more than he truly is, for God is in fact a reflection of each wo/man's reflection on a perfect self) now fuels the creationist debate. The reason why man developed vanitiy is ironically attributed (in my opinion) to evolution. A confident stride and an heir of importance is apt to attract more sexual companionship and therefore create more opportunities for reproduction. This behavior was passed down from parent to child and the attitude eventually developed into an ego, a psycological counterpart to physical manerisms. This ego made man value himself and his unique identy...it destroyed his abiltiy to respect that his genes were his legacy and not his ever-lasting soul. The idea that his self could fade into oblivion was at first an offense to wo/man's pride and then a very fearful prospect. We are born with the genetics to practice vanity, and we learn the rest from our parents. Those who are able to accept the idea of evolution instead of creation, are those who have become educated and unmasked.

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"Can you please come over here and fix my tape dispenser, because the tape is stuck" "Well, I'm not going to pay my rent next month if someone doesn't come over here to fix my tape" That was my first call of the morning. This is the same woman who calls once or twice a month for us to put oil in her door because it squeeks, and asks us to change all of her lightbulbs for her. Oh yeah, she also occasionally calls to request that the owner bring her a coca cola or some coffee to her. Some other quirky things that this delightfully suggestive woman has asked for: birthday cards, hugs, kisses, spankings, and exclusion of pagan and non-caucasion tenets. The closer I peer into the eyes of insanity, the more I glimpse true duality...innocence and purity mingled with evil and hate. Well, what can I say...I like her sometimes...despite her childish antics and sometimes inapproriate and predjudicial comments, I believe that her duality is for the most part feigned. It is more obvious because it is artifice...like a clown who paints a giant expression on their face to emphasis a certain mood. This woman mimics socieites loves and hates and expresses them with a loud voice but empty concience. She hates black people because her parents were racist, and she hates non-christians because the people who sign her pay checks and give her attention are christians. She is a clear but shallow portrait of her society. She doesn't understand the distinction between the different types of people...she just uses the words and expresses empty declarations. I prefer that to the disclosed duality, something which is internalized and completely understood.

One Leg at a Time
So, It is raining, and I drive a scooter. Well, I woke up this morning to the pitter patter of little rain drops on the roof, and I burrowed deeper into my warm blankets trying to delay the inevitable. Once I was prepared to brave the elements, after a bowl of total cereal with strawberries (which I picked b/c of its high concentration of vitamin E) and one and a half episodes of the nanny, I proceeded to donn my armor. I wore my boyfriends huge black rain jacket and my black helmet with visor. These two protective garmets kept me almost completely dry, although I must have been quite a site. A figure in black trudging through the waters...on a two and a half foot 49cc moped. Well, I may not be the night rider, but I was proud of how my little scooter sliced through the sprinkling rain at a mighty 30 mph. I attained my destination unscathed and am happy to note that my red and tan night rider is also none-the-worse for the wear.

So, apparently, some of my tenets think that clothing is opptional when doing their laundry in the community facility. There was a certain woman who I witnessed, parading around in nothing but a short t-shirt and, thank god, not a thong. I asked her very politely "mrs...L....could you please put some pants on if you are going to be outside" and her reply was sooo priceless. She just calmly said, "well, before you showed up, I had pants on, but I decided to take them off." I was very confused as to why anyone would do such a thing, but I didn't think that I would be getting any sense out of her anyways. So, I looked mrs. L in her lovely crazed eyes and again repeated my request, and then she sheepishly complied and did reinstate her pants to their proper location.

I am a graduate of Baylor University and I will be attending Baylor Law School In Feb. 2007. For the mean time, however; I am a full time employee of Prof. Henry Wright. Now, I thought that this job was going to be a piece of cake...but in reality, this job would in fact be so un-cake-like as to provide me with enough material and drive to become a blogger. I have learned, in the last 5 months, that apartment complexes are where they stick all the crazy people who have just barely avoided the insane asylum. Or perhaps, this profession of dealing with a plethora of individuals on a day-to-day basis is an illustration of how humanity in its entirety is. And what it is, just happens to be loony. So, I will use this blog space to relay interesting stories about some of our more eccentric members of society, and I will hope to make some sense of it all through therapeutic writing.