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A message for people who are easily offended

2008-10-05T23:16:47Z

+10 raves

Every time I see a news report about schools burning Harry Potter books, I have to laugh. They're only stories made to entertain children, not to worship Satan. What's even more hilarious is that there are tons of other books available that involve the use of witchcraft. But they aren't burning those now, are they? My point: If you don't like the use of the r-word in Tropic Thunder, or the sacreligious-ness that is Hamlet 2... THEN DON'T SEE IT!!! Nobody wants to hear you bitch about something that offends you. And even if you succeed in protesting a movie, and it ends up getting canned because of it, there's still a million other movies out there that will probably offend you just as much, so you ultimately fail. Just thought I'd rant there for a bit.

Tropic Thunder

2008-08-14T12:47:23Z

Voltron (Afro D-Shak)

+5 raves

Everybody must, must, must, must, MUST SEE THIS MOVIE!! Unless you're offended by the word "Retard". Then you're pretty much out of luck. Without a doubt, this is the funniest movie I have ever seen, and perhaps even the best movie I've ever seen. Here are my top three reasons why you need to see this movie. 1. Even before the actual movie starts you'll be laughing your ass off. (you'll see what I mean) 2.This is one of the most star studded casts I have ever seen in any movie. A brief list of the stars: Ben Stiller Robert Downey Jr. Jack Black Matthew Machana... however the hell you spell his name Tom Cruise Toby Macguire And there are so many other cameos that it will make your head spin. 3. PANDA BEAR FIGHT I don't have time to write more about this movie right now but on the scale of one to ten I give it a twenty seven and a half.

Voltron's view of the world

2008-07-30T18:22:30Z

Voltron (Afro D-Shak)

+7 raves

I decided that since everyone is making blogs about their opinions on all the hot topics, I'm going to make my own and cover all of them so I only have to make one. In the words of Stephen Colbert: "You make the first one good enough, you don't have to write another". The Presidential Election: I havn't said it yet but I do have a favorite candidate. However, I'm not saying who it is because people will be jumping on me to join their group. I don't want to be in a group, and I don't want to bash the other candidate because quite frankly I think that we have two very good candidates this year and no matter how the election turns out our country will benefit either way. Besides, it's not like I can vote anyway. The War in Iraq: I believe that the war we are fighting in Iraq is absolutely necessary. And if you think that pulling our troops out of there is the best course of action, then you are: 1. A moron. and 2. A coward. Do you realize that if we bring our troops home then we LOSE this war? What kind of message will that send to the terrorists? Sure, there are thousands of U.S. Soldiers dead because of the war, but the reason they're over there is because they love their country and would die twice to defend it if they had to. And even worse: They are fighting for YOU, sitting at your computer, bitching about how horrible this war is. They're giving their lives so that you can continue to shit on them. That's what makes them true Americans. If you believe otherwise, you don't deserve to be a citizen of this country. Thank you. Global Warming: F*ck that. The Current Music Scene: Apparently the latest trend in music is Put On As Much Makeup As You Can And Hope People Like It (Tm). It seems today that recording artists are only in the industry for the money. "But wait Voltron, music is their passion and they would be happy to perform without pay!" Bullshit. If that was true, Snoop Doggy Dogg Shizzle would be giving all of his money to charity rather then spending it on crack. The real bands are the underground rock and metal bands that get paid little money whatsoever but they still perform because they love doing it. They are the ones with the talent. Not Hannah Montana. If you think that any "musical artist" that comes from Disney Channel actually has any talent, you truly have no grasp on how music works. And finally: BEARS! Perhaps the most controversial topic in our world today. They pillage our women, rape our homes, and raid our picnics while our backs are turned. There are some people in this world who dedicate their lives to destroying these beasts, but it's not nearly enough. That's why I am starting an Anti-Bear Group. Together, we can make the world a better and safer place for our children and our tuna sandwiches.

Cameron's funeral

2008-07-07T18:00:40Z

Voltron (Afro D-Shak)

+37 raves

I had been worrying about the funeral ever since I first heard of Cameron's death. Mainly about two things: One was that I would have to see Cameron's body. The second was that I would be forced to see all of his friends and family in tears. I arrived at the church an hour before the service started, so that I could see the body. Not because I wanted to, but because I felt it would be the right thing to do. It would be the last time I ever got to see my friend, after all. You know how when authors write about a funeral and they say that the person's body looks fake, yet at the same time it looks like they could wake up at any second? I hadn't realized it until the funeral, but they are absolutely right. It'd been a long time since I'd ever been to a funeral (my last one was my great uncles funeral, when I was five years old) but the one thing I remembered from it was that even though my great uncle looked like he was only sleeping, at the same time he was unmistakably dead. That's what Cameron looked like; at any moment, I thought his eyes were going to fly open. I tried to tear my eyes away from him, but no matter what they kept looking back. Most of the people there signed his casket, including me. I simply wrote: "You've been a great friend; you will never be forgotten." At this point I realized that my hands were shaking. As the time of the service approached, more and more people arrived; if Cameron had known how many people had cared about him and loved him, I know that he would never have taken his own life. All the seats were quickly filled, and some had to stand; They had to cram what was at least a hundred people into the church. About twenty minutes before the service started, some old lady started playing hymns on an organ, which pissed me off because that's NOT what Cameron would have wanted. If he could have planned his own funeral, he would've had Slipknot playing while people were being seated. Then the services started. First we had to sing "In the Garden", which is also bull sh*t because Cameron would've said "PLAY FREEBIRD!!", I just know it. Then we watched a slide show, which was a timeline of pictures from Cameron's life. The song "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" was playing in the background. This was the point when my first tears came. I wasn't all-out crying at this point, but I knew that that time would probably come later in the day. Afterwords, the pastor did the usual and started telling us great stories from Cameron's life. He told us how Cameron loved fireworks, and told us to shoot some off later that day in his honor. He also read a passage from a paper my friend Anyssa had written about Cameron. http://sodahead.com/blog/8963/ What I really like about this minister was that he had known Cameron personally, and even though nobody wanted to hear it, he also reminded why we were there and he didn't let us forget that Cameron had made some poor decisions in his life (and one really big one). He managed to convince me that Cameron did have a place in heaven; Cameron had always said he was an athiest, but he must've been lying because the minister said that Cameron had not hesitated to ask God into his heart, and that when Cameron had his car accident a year ago, he had told the minister that he could feel the presence of God with him in the hospital. It gave me hope that when I die, I would get to see Cameron again. And just like that, the service was over. As I left the building, I met up with some friends; my friend Haleigh was just a mess. She was one person I never wanted to see crying; she's always so happy and always has a positive outlook on things. Haleigh and I have this weird little tradition where every time we see eachother she rolls her eyes and says "God, you're so tall!" And even though she was in tears, she still managed to say those words. It gave me hope that after this was all over, life would carry on. After that, I went with my friend Geoff to the gravesite. We were blaring MSI in the car all the way there (probably loud enough so that anyone within a two-block radius could hear it) because that's what Cameron would have wanted. Visiting the gravesite is the part of the day I remember most; when I think about it, it's like I'm reliving the whole experience. I saw friends crying that I never thought I would see crying as long as I lived. Even my friend Kyle O., who is tough as sh*t, was crying. I saw Cameron's family; his little sister was bawling and holding a teddy bear close, and Cameron's father was trying to comfort her. He wasn't crying, but you could tell that he was in pain. And Cameron's mother was an absolute mess. They started playing the song "Broken" by Seether, and as I looked around, I realized I had never seen so many people crying at one time. At this point, I burst into tears. Haleigh and I held eachother for the rest of the song, but it didn't help at all; I finally realized that my friend was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Later that night, I got texts from multiple friends saying that we were meeting at Cameron's grave at 9:15 to shoot off fireworks in his honor. Although this was very illegal, my mom still took me out to the cemetery to join them. I had been expecting maybe about ten kids there, but there were at least 50 people, adults and kids alike. We all lined up and shot roman candles at the exact same time, and from there we had an absolute blasty blast. As far as I know, no tears were shed that night; even Cameron's family seemed to be in a good mood. When I asked one of the adults if they had gotten permission from the police to do this, she said "Fun comes first, forgiveness comes second!". The minister was there, and he said that we should make this into a yearly tradition. As long as we aren't banned from the cemetery, we will be there next year doing the same exact thing, without a doubt. Cameron was one of the greatest people I ever met. No matter what "clique" somebody was in or whatever their attitude was, he was friends with everybody. A person like that comes along only once in a lifetime, and I know that nobody will ever be able to replace him. And yet, life will still carry on. We will go to school, go to work, have fun, and get in trouble, but nothing will ever be quite the same without Cameron. Rest in peace. "'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away"

Mourningsbane

2008-03-15T02:47:26Z

Voltron (Afro D-Shak)

0 raves

This is a blog for my band-in-progress: Mourningsbane. If you like Iron Maiden, DragonForce, Sonata Arctica or others like them then you'll probably like us. Problem is: we don't have a bass player! We've got three songs written but we haven't gotten together to play anything yet, but keep checking back... I'm sure we'll have some news eventually.