Dancing With The Stars: MARIO Freestyle

Okay all of you nerds and geeks out there, I–as also an official N.E.R.D. girl–have found one of the BEST things ever found on the YouTube world! Sadie Robertson and her partner Mark Ballas performed a freestyle pick on week 11 of this season’s DWTS and absolutely let both their inner child AND their inner geek show with this master mix of the original Mario Brothers theme music! Watch below for crazy stunts and a SALUTE to nerds everywhere!

Geekly Yours,

Admin OC-3P0 (retro specialist)

Ciao for now peoples!

Published Book

Hello world! Admin Squeak here! So, i’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned on here that I’ve published a book on Amazon titled Memories, well here’s what it’s about. It might sound a bit cliche.

Synopsis

Monty is a young Demon, his kind is blamed for the five century long War that broke out in his homeland Draeona, the land of the Dragons. Demons in Draeona are considered low-lives, unable to comprehend the moral capacity of most human-like beings in this alternate universe to Elure (the land of Equals), deemed untrustworthy and masterminded; the stereotype drives him nuts.

Even he, with his ex-con mindset, wishes for the war to end already and have an era of Peace. It does good for no being, but nobody in the Capital chooses to believe him due to his racial factors. Somehow the Capital City (Tumbletown) has a top-notch school that accepts him due to his high IQ and response to the interview with the head mistress; in this institution he is confronted by a spunky young female (a rather popular one) whom is a new student from the Mortal Realm fascinated by the thought of a “mythical”
concept following Natural Law and the Laws of Physics. These two are polar opposites in every way, but she is the only student who believes wholeheartedly that he knows how to stop the leader of the Dark Army–the true head, not the figurehead.

This leader has an ego to match their blood lust, and they don’t agree with the peace concept: they want to see the world fall into a black abyssal cloud full of insanity and pride… They want anarchy. She is the definition of the stereotype, and knows what makes Monty tick as his former comrade: she is the embodiment of evil essence, and she has immense power and strategy.

Can Monty and his friends stop the gaining empress? Or are they just fighting a losing battle?

A Relationship Like TV

Marik and Ishizu Ishtar, brother and sister of the Tombkeeper Clan. Yu-Gi-Oh!
Marik and Ishizu Ishtar, brother and sister of the Tombkeeper Clan. Yu-Gi-Oh!

Alright my N.E.R.D.s and g33ks, I have finally been able to relate my life to a TV show. Or at least to television in general.

I’m not sure if I have said this before, but I have a big family thanks to my parents being divorced: I have a full-brother, half-brother, stepbrother, and a stepsister. I care for each of them in the same way, regardless of how long I’ve actually known them.

I hope I can make this a sweetly short post so I don’t bore anyone, because really there isn’t much to say on this behalf. So, I’ll start now:

My relationship with my full-brother Dakota is kind of like the relationship of Ishizu and Marik Ishtar from the anime “Yu-Gi-Oh!”. Marik is the one who is rebellious, curious, and cunning while Ishizu is experienced, caring, and compassionate. She cares for her brother greatly. As do I.

However, this relationship is a two-way mutuality–Dakota protects me as I defend and look out for him. I try to guide him, usually he ignores me but I remain persistent as always. I try to show him the good of the situations, or at least giving him the support of knowing it isn’t the worst.

But my brother is the big eleven, and with my being seventeen he’s stressed out just like I am. I’m leaving him (albeit temporarily) to go to college and I won’t physically be there to give him an emotional boost. However I also won’t have my biggest supporters at my side when I go back to school (plural because of my mother as well).

So, to end this mini-speech, I say that my brother(s) and I don’t fight often, and even when we do it blows over in about a day. :) Not exactly like the Ishtars, but I think it’s close enough.

Another Music Junkie Post

Hey all you NERDs and G33Ks! I’m a music junkie, and I’ll admit that I am in love with Paramore. A lot of my friends are, too. I don’t think people should really be judged or humiliated by what bands they do or don’t listen to. I like punk rock, grunge, post-grunge, and metal, and finally.

I find it funny when my classmates or family members try to predict me listening to only country music, because it’s not true. They just don’t want me to grow up yet. Ha. I feel like any of you have felt that way at least once: people judging you by your music tastes, or trying to predict them? It’s bogus. Humans are, in majority, NOT telepathic, so why should we try to be?

I’ll go out and say that the bands who have helped me out the most in life seem like polar opposites; they are Rascal Flatts and Paramore. Being a Flatthead I know that RF is a country/soft rock band by category under the label Big Machine Records; however, being a Para-whore (because I’m obsessed) I also know that Paramore is a punk-rock band with a bit of a pop twist as of their self-titled release from the label Fueled By Ramen.

I try to make these post entertaining and often inspiring, because I feel that people like us–the misfits–take way too much crap, and therefor see no reason in trying to reduce our status to the equivalence of mere slugs. I also know that there are people out there which similar, if not the same, interests as us Misfits.

I listen to hard music, and I sing along with it even if my vocal styling doesn’t quite match. Why? Because I believe in the uniqueness and authenticity of people should be allowed to be existent, not just hoped for. I know I am only one person, but I try to encourage this because I have been down that rut and I hope none of you readers have to, or that I can help you with it. After all, :), we have to stick together, don’t we?

Yours, OcieOMG

Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged Clip

Hello G33kdom inhabitants! As probably one of the final posts of the 2014 year–despite not posting very many–I ran into a very interesting and personally very funny video from the Abridged Yu-Gi-Oh! series. It is during the final duel when the gang gets virtually trapped within the computational realm of computer animations controlled by the evil-but-attention-deprived Noah! It’s funny (at least to me). :P Watch below.

Reading Fiction is a Social Experience

Holy shizz-biscuits, nerds and bookworms EVERYWHERE! This article i s freaking amazing! Check out the link below about an Emory student’s science experiment about the psychological affectations of reading Fiction-like novels. It also explains why literary fiction is better psychologically than popular fiction!

via Science Shows Something Surprising About People Who Still Read Fiction – Mic.

Admin Ocie

Feminist Diaries #2: Modern Feminism and Everything Wrong With It

This is why I can say I’m a traditional feminist. I’m a true gender #geek and I will proudly say that I have nothing against Barbie dolls or girlish things, and that upbringing DOES in fact play a crucial role in how a child ends up being.
However, I DON’T agree with the neo-feminists out there who are trying to masculine-ize females to make them be viewed as tough. That is not how it works.
Nothing is wrong with the color pink, I just don’t think it looks good on me. But I USED to be an extreme girly-girl, now I am a subtle tomboy. Now I am admitting that I am a feminist, one who supports females of ALL types and preferences WITHOUT JUDGMENT.
I am not afraid of admitting I’m a female and that I grew up with baby dolls, Barbie toys, My Little Pony, Dora the Explorer, and playing dress up. It’s nothing bad.

~Ocie

Here’s A Controversial Canned Promotional Poster For The First Mario Strikers Game

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Ocie OMG:

OMG, this is actually good though! At least the first one anyhow. Sure it is a little aggressive, but back then kids were nothing but that and they still are today! My commentary is simple: The first one should have been let through for the promotional factor around it. Soccer is a much loved sport and I believe the reaction promotes taking your anger out on a fictional character of whom to us cannot experience pain and suffering unless programmed otherwise.

The second poster is just flat out funny and will be seen as something I personally (at first) found truly harmless to younger kids. And then I remembered that nowadays Nintendo would probably get in trouble for that now. :)

~Ocie

Originally posted on My Nintendo News:

Nintendo was clearly defiant back in the day and it shows with this aggressive promotional poster for the original Mario Strikers which launched on the GameCube back in 2005. It’s fairly obvious why the poster was eventually canned, but it’s certainly a good one.

mario_striker_banned_posterThanks, Michelle

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Handsome Jack: How bad is he really?

So, if you ask anybody who has played Borderlands 2 what they think of Handsome Jack, they’d probably let you know just how much they hate him. They’d tell you things like “He’s a monster,” “He’s a terrible parent,” and “He really doesn’t know what a hero is.” At least, that’s what people who have played Borderlands 2 will tell you. But ask the same question to someone who has played the newest addition to the series, Borderlands the Pre-Sequel, and you might get a more mixed reaction. Just warning you now, there will be spoilers for Borderlands 2 and Borderlands the Pre-Sequel in the coming paragraphs.

Now, the first time you see Jack actually kill someone in the chronological form of the story is when he kills the Meriff of Concordia in Borderlands the Pre-Sequel, which i will now address as BL1.5 to save time and space. However, this kill doesn’t start out as one. In fact, if you chose to play as Wilhelm, Jack actually tells you that he doesn’t plan to kill the Meriff, just get the information he has. However, not everything goes according to plan. When Jack and the player(s) actually pay the Meriff a visit, he surrenders the information he has and then Jack turns to leave. And it is when Jack’s back is turned, the Meriff draws a pistol, a Jakobs revolver if I remember correctly, and fires three shots at Jack. It is only after the Meriff tries this little stunt (Which wouldn’t have worked even if the Meriff had shot Jack because then the player most likely would have shot him) that Jack fires a series of five shots from his plasma wrist gun thingies, three of which actually hit the Meriff before he falls. Now, this seems morally justifiable, but the problem really comes with what Jack says next: “Woooooah, that was… invigorating!” So, he did kill in self-defense, but was it bad that he enjoyed it?

Next example is also from BL1.5, and it involves when Jack and the player(s) return to Helios. The player has just helped the four scientists in R&D and you’ve met with Jack, Lilith, and Roland in Jack’s office. You’re just about to go down to fight Zarpedon when Jack says he has one thing left to do. He has the player turn a switch and his bookcase slides away to reveal the scientists you just rescued, including Dr. Gladstone, in an airlock. Jack explains that Gladstone told him that one of the scientists might be working as a mole for Zarpedon. As Gladstone begs Jack to spare them, Jack opens the airlock and the scientists are all sucked out into space, Gladstone being the last to go as he clings to the side of the venting chamber, only losing his grip when the pressure change makes his head explode. When this happens, Lilith is outraged by Jack’s actions, while Roland at least acts like he’s ignoring it, and Wilhelm actually says that it seemed like the right thing to do. What do you think? Was the chance of an enemy mole worth the cost of five people’s lives?

Now, there are several other deaths at Jack’s hands as the story goes on, but I’m not going to get into all of them right now. Maybe in a followup post I will though. What really gets me is that when I first started playing BL1.5, I still saw Handsome Jack as the villain of Borderlands 2. But as I played through BL1.5, I started to see him more as Jack, the lowly Hyperion tech nerd who just wanted to prove he was right. And boy did he, the proof being the final scene where Jack strangles, not chokes because he explains that there is a  difference, his boss Tassiter with his watch chain. Be careful, pocket watch chains can be dangerous. So, tell me what you think, even if you haven’t played all the Borderlands games. Was what Jack did to the scientists, to the Meriff, to the Vault hunters, even to his daughter, his attempt at trying to reach a greater good? Comment your opinion on this and the games themselves if you want. And keep an eye out for more Borderlands posts in the future.

Jack (not the handsome one)

The Walking Dead: Filtering Philosophy

I’m sure that this post may bring up debates, but here goes nothing and everything. This was a philosophy paper I wrote in high school.

I think therefore I am.  ~ René Descartes

Descartes: The Mind-Body Problem

The first episode of The Walking Dead shows many issues of philosophy, however these so-called issues aren’t issues in the book of the Descartes. The philosophy cogito ergo sum or “I think therefore I am” applies to not only the remaining living people in the beginning, but to the walkers as well. I believe the walkers could also be considered human because they appear to apply to Descartes’ thought of a human being: a thinking thing with memory.

To support my argument, in the very beginning of the episode a little zombie girl walks over to grab a teddy bear after she’s been bitten, proving due had memory of some sort of connection to a teddy bear or stuffed animal she had before she was was bitten. If the little walker had no capacity of memory, then she couldn’t be human, also that it must require thought in some way to recall a memory. In similarity, after Rick was shot and in the hospital, he was also able to remember previous emotional attachments after a traumatic event. (Everyone should know being almost devoured alive is most likely traumatic.)

I believe the walkers have minds due to the appearance of thought and memory, despite their lack–but not loss–of reasoning skills and doubt. The living show signs of reason (seldomly) and doubt along with thought and memory.

In addition to show walkers could be human, there is an underlying thought of the possibility that they are strategic like the humans that are alive. When Rick is found with the family in one off the abandoned houses in the Georgian town, a car alarm goes off which emits light and sound (these are attractive to walkers). It is possible that the walkers could have set it off to lure out some stupid prey for them to feast upon, but of the course the living classify them as unable to think so to them that couldn’t be possible. If the walkers had no minds then they wouldn’t be human by Descartes’ theory of a thinking animal or creature as human.

The walkers can also track the movements of their prey and remember where they raise, if they see light coming from a house, they camp out as groups collaborating in order to capture some prey. In order to get the living they must remember their tracks and therefore must have minds.

Also, I believe the episode shows that the walkers have emotion, making them human because they feel pain and understand misery and attachment for them (and basically ignoring those of the living.) The crawler experienced pain and suffering while her entrails were hanging out and most likely because of a rather vicious set of walkers. Plus, one of the walkers used to be one of the living’s wife and kept reappearing in front of the house in which her family was hiding, however she refused to eat them; she looked very sad and in reminiscence of her family she seems to walk away to keep her emotional bond with the memory of when she was living.

The walkers are thus human because they have minds and can think. “I think therefore I am” applies to them just as much as it would the living. Just because the walkers are the undead doesn’t mean they don’t have minds our aren’t human.

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NEW STORY! Generation: C.Y.B.O.R.G

Hey guys! Sorry for the time gap. School really keeps you busy! But somehow in that time I’ve managed to create a post-apocalyptic sci-fi story. (I know that topic is a bit cliché, but it just happened.) I’ll give you the prologue and I want FEEDBACK! :) Please. Criticism is what a writer needs!

Prologue: Destiny Calls

I don’t have much memory of my past or why I’m like this.

All I know is that I am considered superhuman. Yet I am no superhero.

I am a drone working for the tyrants in the government building, designed to serve without question; I am machine and human being.

This is my story: one of rebellion, beginnings, and teamwork.

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Emilie

I guess one could call me a rebel—a vigilante if you will—when it comes to government… I’ll admit that laws are necessary, but lawmaking is arbitrary to my sense of mind since I understand the laws and the authority they hold.

But now I’m in a holding cell for my treason against my creators… I remember be socially normal for a time in my life—it’s a very faint memory—but I’ve been cybernetic for so long it has come to be my normal. I know what the consequences of treason are: shut down, reprogramming,and parole—strict parole.

This has become a routine for me because when society finds something that defies its rules, setups, or starts questioning its authority it immediately shuts it down as soon as it can strike. So the jail cell that has been perpetually reserved for me has been sealed with the latest improvement upon Plexiglas that is scratch-proof, shatter-proof, and virtually temperature-proof; within my inescapable chamber exists an electromagnetic wave-set that messes with my superhuman capabilities. That means one of two things: they have finally stopped underestimating me, or they have reached the nadir of human intelligentsia where we AIs are actually superior to their “creators”.

The director’s face appears on the other side of the glass. “E-119,” she begins, “this is the fifth time I’ve seen you in here over the past two weeks. I must ask why are you being so problematic?”

I bare my teeth in utter disgust. “I don’t have to tell you anything you know,” I reply snidely. “I do have freedom of speech.” I start balling my gauntlet-clad-hand into a fist, readying my muscles to fight. “You may have my cybernetics on lock down, but not my attachments.” I set the gauntlet’s heat gun onto the appropriate setting. Is your wall heat proof? About to find out. Firing directly at the glass at point blank I fall back, my head slamming against the opaque glass behind me and feeling my structure beginning to crack under the pressure from the inertia.

The director rolls her eyes. “You’ve truly become like our ancestors: primal and instinctual. You rely on emotion more than rational theory, which is strange for a cyborg… “ She sighs heavily in disappointment. “This is why you need to be permanently reprogrammed. We have no choice but to relinquish you from your freedom until you have learned that we know what is best for your survival and mankind’s existence. Perhaps if you learn that lesson early, you will be re-assigned to field work alone. But until then, you must be put on parole until you have understood what your place in our new society actually is.

That cold face is the last thing I see before I black out.

Shut down.

—–

Branch One is filled with operatives that do aggressive fieldwork for the government: military combat, etc; Branch Two is the Tactician Unit, providing the strategists, generals, and such of the like; Branch Three is the reconnaissance: ninja, stealth, snipers, hackers, and smiths. This information is elementary when inside the CYBORG institution. All cyborgs are sectioned off into certain battalions (B) that are organized (O) to perform specific military tasks; each cybernetically enhanced soldier is not only a soldier, but a law enforcement office. The soldiers during enhancement are probed mentally throughout the physical operation, wherein a psychiatric analysis is performed upon the thought process of each individual cyborg: how they process information, their unique strong suits, how they react under pressure.

This information is then processed to create the most idyllic mindset for the unique programming, taking in aspects like how they once learned and operated as a regular life form. The groups of technicians that form the pulse reactors that replace the former nervous system take the factors into account when referring to the control of the internal mechanisms of the artificial intelligence.

During the reprogramming process, the electrical systems are temporarily disconnected and the memory banks are replaced with a “faculty” set. The faculty set is then given the default foundation of code compilation for the unique assets of the soldier’s retrieved skill set. Once the skill set has been (re)created and consulted for, the cyborg is reactivated and monitored via a remote headquarters to see why the cyborg needed reprogramming. This headquarters records all found data, compiles it with the previous data in the soldier’s universal file in the database of the mainframe, and analyzes it.

By monitoring the actions of the parolee, the researchers can collect information on the subject’s actions and thought processes to formulate a conclusion about the internal reaction to the plague of the cyborgs: free thinking. Cyborgs are meant to be AI, artificial intelligentsia, that listen to the superiority of the mind of mankind that which created its existence. Why? All people of our generation know that humans are superior because of their adaptability, resilience, and quick/critical thinking.

After the slim survival of the human race, cyborgs were invented thanks to the safe housing of cybernetic technology, components, and their required manufacturing materials; these materials were then used to rebuild and modify losing human life forms in the battle between life and death. These new non-adaptable machines were designed to help the adaptable species survive, acting as survival tools proposed by the CYBORG Foundation after the event of the apocalypse.

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An alarm sounds in G-427’s domain, a small red light blinking on his dorm’s task screen. It shows simple police work is needed down in the market sector about twenty minutes off. He slips on a holster for a .45 and slides open the door. Cautiously he checks the sleek halls to make sure he doesn’t wake any unneeded help. It’s late after all: 22:30.

Sadly, he’s caught by the rebel girl. “Where you goin’ Tommy-boy?”

He tries to politely shoo her away, but she just pulls on her boots and gauntlet insistently. Sighing, he allows her to tag along on such a simple mission.

——

The mission was a trap. The girl was captured by the authorities and brought back under C.Y.B.O.R.G’s watch. He was not fined or punished, seeing as he knew nothing of her. He doesn’t quite understand what happened to this day but he made a note to stay out of her sight so as to not bring up trouble.

He can’t ruin what he worked so hard to achieve.

Eight charts that put tech companies’ diversity stats into perspective

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The latest hot-button subject in tech, hotter even than ephemeral apps, is diversity. Or at least, if not actual diversity, the act of releasing employee diversity statistics. From Apple to Twitter, almost all the big names in Silicon Valley are doing it. Google fell first in May, and with some pushing by activist organizations the rest soon followed suit.

We’ve broken down some of the top players – [company]Apple[/company], [company]Twitter[/company], [company]Pinterest[/company], [company]Facebook[/company], [company]Google[/company], [company]Yahoo[/company], [company]Microsoft[/company], [company]eBay[/company], [company]LinkedIn[/company], [company]Cisco[/company], [company]Intel[/company], and [company]HP[/company] – comparing their overall gender and ethnicity demographics. Then we went a step further to look specifically at the tech and leadership roles. Where relevant, we also charted the demographic information of the U.S. labor force and the graduating computer science class.

Please note that the numbers in the company charts come from a range of sources — federal EEO-1 data, company blog posts, and annual corporate reports. In some cases, particularly diversity in leadership…

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RAKS GEEK: An Interview With a Dancer Who Fuses Fandoms

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Ocie OMG:

Epic

Originally posted on Another Castle:

Raks Geek pose at Challengers Comics in Chicago. Pictured are (upper left) Michi Trota, (upper right) Dawn Xiana Moon, (lower left) Dimitra Louloudaki, and (lower right) Lee Na-Moo. Photo by Braden Nesin. Raks Geek pose at Challengers Comics in Chicago. Pictured are (upper left) Michi Trota, (upper right) Dawn Xiana Moon, (lower left) Dimitra Louloudaki, and (lower right) Lee Na-Moo. Photo by Braden Nesin.

Performing at Mayne Stage in Chicago on July 25 as part of White Cat Cabaret, Raks Geek is a troupe that fuses belly dance movement with aesthetics from comic books, genre fiction, and video games. For those not in the know, “raks” is the arabic word for “dance.” Belly dance is more formally known as “Raks Sharki,” (sometimes spelled “Raqs Sharqi“) literally meaning “oriental dancing.”

I was lucky enough to sit down with Dawn Xiana Moon,the producer of Raks Geek’s shows. We had desserts at First Slice in Andersonville and talked about this group she brought together.

JPV: How long have you been belly dancing?

DXM: I actually started out as…

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Video Games Could Use More Ass Kicking Princesses!

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Originally posted on Geek Force Network:

There has been a ton of discussion in main stream media, blogs, social media, and forums over having more female characters taking the lead in video games or at least having female characters who aren’t your stereotypical “the girl needs saving by a strong, buff male” type.  When games then try to spruce up classic video game characters from established franchises to breathe new life into them and to get with the times, then you have every reason to get excited about the possibilities and potential to have female characters who aren’t just there for the male character to save or end up with by the end of the game. This is why catching a glimpse of Princess Zelda in action for the upcoming game for the Wii U in Hyrule Warriors, as a princess who can take care of herself and fight as well as Link, is an exciting and refreshing…

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Emotionally Vague

I did an experiment called Emotionally Vague by Orlagh O’Brien in Britain. I created wordles with my responses.

Anger: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/7764527/Anger

Fear: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/7764558/Fear 

Joy: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/7764570/Joy 

Sadness: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/7764593/Sadness 

Love: http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/7764608/Love 

On Writing Strong Female Characters (Make Them Human)

Ocie OMG:

This is amazing

Originally posted on Corsets, Cutlasses, & Candlesticks:

harkavagrant Couldn’t resist. Copyright Kate Beaton at Hark! A Vagrant.

I have a lot of thoughts about how to write strong female characters, but first I wanted to address the idea of “strong.” For female characters, strength tends to be equated with physical prowess. Think of “strong female characters”, and most people will immediately list the Buffys and the Xenas, because they are warrior women with superior fighting skills. But in creating strong female characters, it’s also important to look beyond the physical. The Sansa Starks of fiction are not any less strong than the Arya Starks just because they can’t pick up a sword and slay their enemies. There are the Felicity Smoaks of the world who find strength in their intelligence, and the Cersei Lannisters who use manipulation and cunning to drive their enemies to their knees.

To quote Neil Gaiman on this subject:

The glory of Buffy is…

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Be Loud. Be Proud. Be “You”nique

I’ll admit, I may be an amiable person, but there are a lot of people who don’t like me for no legitimate reason; my judgment is that I’m obnoxiously annoying in the eyes of most people. I have a kind of inflection that says to back off and leave me alone when I talk, that is who I am without saying anything more.

I have an ultimate rule I follow, a particular motto I use as a guide: Be loud and be proud. I am obnoxious by sound because my voice is very loud and projected outward; I am a social person with anyone, nobody is considered a stranger in my eyes because I believe there is good in all people. The rule is my shining light other than my faith which I am open about; people may not think or recognize I am agnostic (but basically Buddhist) because I do not act like it at all.

I am not religious, religion is a man-made constitution that tries to comprehend spirituality and to an extent it can but I do not see myself as religious because I feel more spiritual than religious. I believe that your faith should not make you feel restricted, it should lift you up and make you feel freer than you ever have felt. If any of you have a changed view of me due to this post, I can’t say I’m sorry because it doesn’t affect me.

Not a natural born speaker despite loving to talk, I am “brilliant” on paper; with a pen or pencil, I can speak novels and volumes of pieces, topics, genres, etc. My vivid and active imagination allows me to be able to speak my mind and create stories and such atop the edge of my mind’s creative ability.

I am not afraid to express myself in every way possible: whether it be singing, drawing, dancing, writing, speech, theatre or clothing. I want to make a statement for myself that makes me not only remembered as a person, but different causing me to be remembered as an icon of sorts.

A pessimistic/verbally abusive pacifist, I roam the depths of the world not knowing what I will step into and embracing the unknown, happy to discover the meaning of things. What is the purpose of us? Why are we here, put on this Earth, our homeland? I ask a lot of questions like that hoping for answers, discovering that there is no universal response to them.

I am brutally honest, more blunt than a baseball bat, and pretty rude/straightforward (your choice). I like to belch and be disgusting, but it’s natural after all. People who think they can change me are most definitely wrong because I am more stubborn than a pack mule, and I am unafraid of my social differences being compared to my society’s preferences and standards.

That is pretty much me in a nutshell, besides the fact that I believe no one is actually “sane” and perfection and normality are just not achievable ideals.

A nerd. A geek. A dork. A freak. Psycho. Crazy. Everything in between. Can’t be changed. Hard-set mind. This is who I am.

Who are you?

Post who you are on your blog. Right here in the comments or a post if it’ll allow you. Link your “Be Loud Be Proud” post to my blog. Comment your opinion. I’m always all ears for something new you guys!

Ocie Marie, Main Admin to the NERD Blog.

Story Post: Destruction, Chapter Two

Jeremiah’s robotics team was fun but tonight was the night before the mid-semester exam, and the week before Thanksgiving. People never really thought Jay credible for his intellect because of how he and Gen are inseparable of their bond. He slams the locker door with a clinking of the hanging lock, haphazardly throwing his books into his knapsack having them somehow magically reorganize themselves into an orderly manner, and then readjusting the knitted beanie on his head to cover his ears. “Dan,” he tells his friend approaching him, “tell Daynes that I won’t be attending this week’s meeting. I have homework plus my parents are going into helicopter mode because I need to pass the Quarter Exam.”

           “No problem, brutha,” Daniel says with a grin. “Daynes will understand.”

        “Actually, I have the instructions on how to calibrate the controller in my backpack.” He digs through the bag to find a crisp green folder filled with papers of multiple colors. “It should be titled ‘Controller Calibration’.”

        “Gotcha. Thanks. So,” he goes on, popping a bubble of gum, “what’s the real story? I know you’re lying.”

        “Breaves went easy and gave me community service detention. I have to spend an hour cleaning his car and mowing his lawn.”

        “I’ll cover for you.” They fist bombed and then parted ways.

        Breaves’ house was a palatial mansion with beautiful shadow box windows, a slightly overgrown lawn about twenty acres big, a white stone sidewalk, and a fountain in the front yard in the center of a circular driveway. “And you work as a school principal? You sick bastard. Why don’t you retire already, you old fart?”

        “Hush it! You’re lucky you had your sister bail you out.”

        “Whatever, judgmental old man. Where’s your car?”

        “Over there.” Jeremiah drops his things onto the front porch and heads for the two floor garage. “Don’t scratch it! I want it good as new!”

        “Don’t push your power. I live in a democracy.” He angrily picks up the bucket and sponge.

        He finished the car in about four hours. His phone rings and it’s Gen. “Hey, sis.”

        “Where are you? I thought detention only lasted an hour,” she says calmly. “You need me to pick you up?”

        “Please. Breaves is performing cruel and unusual punishment.”

        “I suspected he would. I’m on my way.”

 

 

Maroon5 plays over the stereo connected to the Pandora station on Ginnifer’s iPod as she dances around the house; her tomboy hair, brown and purple shamelessly, frames her face just right to make her look older. Jeremiah smiles as he watches his goofball sister be who she is: she’s dyed her bangs a vibrant purple (they fall in front of her face like loose grasses), her skin is tanner than his, and it’s brought out by the by the dark clothes she typically wears (ripped jeans, blue high tops, a tank top and a cropped sweater). “Hey Gen,” he calls teasingly, “you might want to stop before what Mom blessed you with starts showing itself.” He laughs.

        “Ha, ha, very funny, Jay. I’d like to see you dance. Oh wait, you can’t!” She says over the music, falling into one of the bean bag chairs laughing hard enough to turn her cheeks into a flushing red. “Oh man, I pity the fool that has to watch that.”

        He throws a graphic novel at her. “Shut up.”

        “Oh! Mum and Dad are coming home today. They’re bringing Uncle Ben and Auntie Nora. I hope they have souvenirs,” she says fast as a race car.

        “Great.” Jay’s voice drips with sarcasm. “Lemme know when they leave. I’ll hide out in my room ‘til they’re gone.”

        “Yeah. Ben and Nora are a nightmare. But I meant souvenirs from Mum and Dad. They’re coming home from Italy.”

        Jeremiah shuts his book and stands. “You wanna know what?” He pauses for dramatic emphasis. “Why don’t I mop the floor with you in Virtua Fighter 2?”

        “You’re on game boy!” she says, loud as thunder. “Grab the controllers.”

        The parents, Benjamin, and Nora come in to find them in a heated match of Chun Lau and Pai in the video game. Nora instantly gives a displeased grunt at their childish behavior. “Is this really acceptable of a grown woman and a developing young man?”

        “Nora, you just ruined the match! She beat me!”

        “And it must be hard getting defeated on a device you didn’t grow up on. And I, on the other hand? The Playstation 2 is my life!”

        “Touché, you play well dear sister. Truly discussions are your strong suit.”

        They high five at the matches played then finally welcome the aunt and uncle, who have already been greeted by Mother and Father in the most highly respectable way possible for the self-imposed heiress. Nora grew up in Flushing and has the accent to match its high society, stuffy dress, and impossible expectations; she met Ben on a trip to Washington, D.C when she went to examine the city life of “Southern folk”, always talking like her societal mannerisms are the only ones considered normal. She kisses the air around Ginnifer, never making fun of how she spells her name, only how she dresses and “disrupts her womanly appearance.” Gen just rolls her eyes at the high horse remark.

        “Jeremiah, it’s a, um, memorable time seeing you again. You’ve grown since last visit?”

        “It’s been twelve years since you’ve visited when I’ve been home. You usually leave before I can get home,” he remarks humbly, trying to keep his cool. “You haven’t stayed long enough to notice me.”

        “You’re such a shadow it’s hard not to notice you. Maybe if you were more imposing like Gen or Matthew then you wouldn’t be such a ghost.”

        He pulls his hands back with the greatest restraint. They’ll only be here for a little while… Just grin and bear it, Jerry. “Sorry, Aunt Nora,” he says with a painful smile. “I’ll try harder.”

        “Nora, Ben, why don’t we go to the kitchen and discuss things? Ginnifer, will you take Jeremiah out to the town and have some fun? Go to an arcade or something.” Dad shakily slaps a major credit card into her gloved hand. “Go on now.” The quivering of his voice created a veil of uncertainty for Jay; he’s never seen Dad so upset in his life. Aggravated, irritated, frustrated, frantic, panicking, and tired as hell he’s seen Dad emote, but never nervous or fear.

        “C’mon, Jay. Let’s get going.” She throws him his coat and heads for the door with a soft smile on her face. “I’ll help ya with your Christmas shopping. And you can get a new decal for your board in return.”

        “Works for me,” he says, smiling like a kid in the candy shop.

 

 

Matthew Connelly’s fist smacked the table. “Nora, you cannot act so arbitrary! The children need to stay here, where they belong.” He and Nora, his dear high society bred sister, were face to face locked on to the other’s intense glare. “You don’t understand.”

        “What don’t I understand, Matthew? Your son is a social outcast, and Ben and I plan on moving to Virginia. We are getting much too old for the hustle and bustle of the city life in New York. D.C. is a fascinating Southern city, and we are moving to a small village like town near it. Less suppressed, less crowded. We think it would be a good change of pace for Jeremiah.”

        “It isn’t like that, Nora! If you separate those two, then you will only bring chaos to the places around you. They need to stay together, like a package deal!”

        “Poppycock! Now, you shall tell Jeremiah that he is to be leaving by the end of the month. The movers will be by to pick up the little things he has and will ship them to the new address in Berryville, Virginia.”

        Matt’s head dropped as his beloved sister walked out with her darling husband. “Jay isn’t going to like this, Mara.”