Friday, February 13, 2009
Well, Well, Well
Why didn't anyone tell me of this? This blog is 3 years old! I'm sorry I didn't wish you happy birthday before, blog. Wow. I seriously miss this place. I experienced so many new things at this blog. Well, okay, maybe not. But I'm still going to update this place every once in a while. I couldn't bare to let it go to waste!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
hey!go to....
Hey, readers! Though nobody really reads this blog...
If you are reading this...get out of here!
Go to my other, newer blog www.darkenedsun.blogspot.com
I might update this one once in a while, but not very often.
I'll miss you, imaginenick.blogspot....
We've had such great posts together!
haha
Thursday, August 28, 2008
A Day In the Rain Forest
Hot. And humid.
Every day is like that here, here in the jungle. But we animals don't mind. We've adapted to the heat and humidity+ over the many, many years. I mean, every once in a while, it gets pretty unbearable, but hey, whatever.
The canopy rang with the voices of my family and the other millions of creatures in this glorious place. I'm a capuchin monkey, by the way. All of we capuchins are family. We all spend most of our time high above everyone and everything else, up in the branches of the tallest trees. Swinging, playing, chattering, all day long. It's great.
I've seen the other animals like frogs and fish and sloths and bugs. None of them could possibly live lives as great as ours.
I love the sky. The sun. The clouds. The heavens. I love it all up there. But, sometimes, I wonder about flying.
Birds are lucky. They elegantly soar through the skies, and we're stuck down here staring enviously up at them. It's almost cruel.
Then, when those birds land upon a branch and boast of the wonders of soaring among the clouds and gliding in the wind, it's torture. Torment.
Oh, how I patiently wait for the day to come when I will be able to be among them. When I'll be fit to jet past the world far below me, and quickly glance at everyone's faces, which will be awestruck blurs among the green leaves. And as I do, a bright smile will slowly fill my face.
But, sadly, I know that that day may never come. I'll be stuck here in the canopy. Below the great sky. Beneath the fluffy clouds. Under the heavens. I'll be content, but I'll never be euphoric or even completely happy.
Though, what if it does come?
I can imagine: the wind in my fur and eyes. It's between my fingers. I'm floating through a cloud. The sun is just above me, as if it's barely out of reach.
Those images were in my mind all day, and it was hard to fall asleep. Finally, I managed to drift into slumber, and I dreamed of flying.
As soon as my eyes sprung open, I leaped out of bed. I was wide awake, but not thinking clearly. Propelling myself down a branch, I concentrated on my surroundings. Luckily, I was on one of the highest branches of a tree, so I didn't have to worry much about the other branches around me.
When I hit the end of the branch, I vaulted as hard as I could. Hey, I was a monkey, and we have great agility and all, but I mean I covered 5 yards at least. Not only did I leap far, leaped high.
I closed my eyes and felt the nothing but air. The experience was almost like what I had imagined flying to be like. Almost. Almost, because soon after it felt right, it felt wrong. My eyes peeled open and I noticed that I had stopped going up. Now I was going down.
A quick "Eep!" escaped my lips before the speed of my descent grew.
In a few seconds, I made impact with the highest branch of the tree. That's when I fully awoke and started thinking clearly. The words stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid raced through my mind as I continued meeting branches too hard. I wondered what the heck had possessed me to do this?
I stuck out my arm to try to grab onto a branch, which only made things worse because it hurt my arm and flipped me over. Then a branch hit the back of my head. This caused me to close my eyes in pain, but at least it flipped me back the right way again. When I opened my eyes, my face was just inches off the forest floor.. I closed them again and didn't reopen them for a long time.
The first thing I noticed was that I was back in the canopy.
"Hey! He's back among the living!" shouted a familiar voice as my eyes fluttered open. It was Kwaandle, my brother and best friend.
"Oh, D'jole, you had us so worried," whimpered my mother, M'rola.
"You had quite a fall there son. How are you feeling?" asked Kahlorr, my father. He was the youngest of the 12 Head Circle of Capuchins, but he was the second-in-command.
"I tried my best to smile(which hurt) and answered, "Fine, Dad, fine."
"Chartz, Wurfull, Barl-Barl, and me all saw you plummeting toward the ground. Then you did those two flips, we laughed out loud!" Kwaandle said with a smile.
"Kwaandle!" scolded my mother. "Shouldn't you go see your blood-mother? I bet she's wondering where you are." Kwaandle is'nt really blood related to me, but since we are all family, he is my brother. His real mother was called his blood-mother and his real family was his blood-family.
Kwaandle took the hint. "Oops. Sorry. But it was a little funny. Anyways, I gotta go, D'jole. Seeya later."
My mom still glared at him, but then looked away. He swung off into the distance.
Later, after my parents left, I lay there thinking. I thought about flying, and then how trying to fly turned out. I remembered seeing the ground rushing towards me.
I never thought that flying was so wonderful again.
--D'jole
Every day is like that here, here in the jungle. But we animals don't mind. We've adapted to the heat and humidity+ over the many, many years. I mean, every once in a while, it gets pretty unbearable, but hey, whatever.
The canopy rang with the voices of my family and the other millions of creatures in this glorious place. I'm a capuchin monkey, by the way. All of we capuchins are family. We all spend most of our time high above everyone and everything else, up in the branches of the tallest trees. Swinging, playing, chattering, all day long. It's great.
I've seen the other animals like frogs and fish and sloths and bugs. None of them could possibly live lives as great as ours.
I love the sky. The sun. The clouds. The heavens. I love it all up there. But, sometimes, I wonder about flying.
Birds are lucky. They elegantly soar through the skies, and we're stuck down here staring enviously up at them. It's almost cruel.
Then, when those birds land upon a branch and boast of the wonders of soaring among the clouds and gliding in the wind, it's torture. Torment.
Oh, how I patiently wait for the day to come when I will be able to be among them. When I'll be fit to jet past the world far below me, and quickly glance at everyone's faces, which will be awestruck blurs among the green leaves. And as I do, a bright smile will slowly fill my face.
But, sadly, I know that that day may never come. I'll be stuck here in the canopy. Below the great sky. Beneath the fluffy clouds. Under the heavens. I'll be content, but I'll never be euphoric or even completely happy.
Though, what if it does come?
I can imagine: the wind in my fur and eyes. It's between my fingers. I'm floating through a cloud. The sun is just above me, as if it's barely out of reach.
Those images were in my mind all day, and it was hard to fall asleep. Finally, I managed to drift into slumber, and I dreamed of flying.
As soon as my eyes sprung open, I leaped out of bed. I was wide awake, but not thinking clearly. Propelling myself down a branch, I concentrated on my surroundings. Luckily, I was on one of the highest branches of a tree, so I didn't have to worry much about the other branches around me.
When I hit the end of the branch, I vaulted as hard as I could. Hey, I was a monkey, and we have great agility and all, but I mean I covered 5 yards at least. Not only did I leap far, leaped high.
I closed my eyes and felt the nothing but air. The experience was almost like what I had imagined flying to be like. Almost. Almost, because soon after it felt right, it felt wrong. My eyes peeled open and I noticed that I had stopped going up. Now I was going down.
A quick "Eep!" escaped my lips before the speed of my descent grew.
In a few seconds, I made impact with the highest branch of the tree. That's when I fully awoke and started thinking clearly. The words stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid raced through my mind as I continued meeting branches too hard. I wondered what the heck had possessed me to do this?
I stuck out my arm to try to grab onto a branch, which only made things worse because it hurt my arm and flipped me over. Then a branch hit the back of my head. This caused me to close my eyes in pain, but at least it flipped me back the right way again. When I opened my eyes, my face was just inches off the forest floor.. I closed them again and didn't reopen them for a long time.
The first thing I noticed was that I was back in the canopy.
"Hey! He's back among the living!" shouted a familiar voice as my eyes fluttered open. It was Kwaandle, my brother and best friend.
"Oh, D'jole, you had us so worried," whimpered my mother, M'rola.
"You had quite a fall there son. How are you feeling?" asked Kahlorr, my father. He was the youngest of the 12 Head Circle of Capuchins, but he was the second-in-command.
"I tried my best to smile(which hurt) and answered, "Fine, Dad, fine."
"Chartz, Wurfull, Barl-Barl, and me all saw you plummeting toward the ground. Then you did those two flips, we laughed out loud!" Kwaandle said with a smile.
"Kwaandle!" scolded my mother. "Shouldn't you go see your blood-mother? I bet she's wondering where you are." Kwaandle is'nt really blood related to me, but since we are all family, he is my brother. His real mother was called his blood-mother and his real family was his blood-family.
Kwaandle took the hint. "Oops. Sorry. But it was a little funny. Anyways, I gotta go, D'jole. Seeya later."
My mom still glared at him, but then looked away. He swung off into the distance.
Later, after my parents left, I lay there thinking. I thought about flying, and then how trying to fly turned out. I remembered seeing the ground rushing towards me.
I never thought that flying was so wonderful again.
--D'jole
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Cool Invention Thing
It's amazing!It's splendid!It's fantastic!It's hard to believe that nobody's invented it before!It's THE CHICKEN GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!It shoots chickens up to 70 feet!It also shoots frozen,cooked,and even live
chickens!It even holds up to 8 of them at a time!!!!It's very lightweight(as long as the chickens are light) and it rests on your shoulder.There's a cap in the back of the Chicken Gun,so you can reload it and on the cap,there's a meter that tells how many chickens are in it.No more losing at food fights,this baby can win a foodfight with just a few blows!No more getting your arm all tired from throwing your chickens at people.If you're hungry,just shoot a chicken at your mouth!Your older brothers won't bug you anymore as long as you have one of these(unless they have their own).Need to take some chicken to a party?No problem!Just take your very own Chicken Gun and shoot it at the plates!Instant chicken for everyone!Buy your own Chicken Gun today!It's perfect for all ages!Chickens and batteries not included.Oh wait,it doesn't take batteries...
Caution:Chicken Gun may cause harm to chickens.Give all ckickens helmets and kneepads before launching them.If any chickens are seriously hurt,do something completely uncalled for and unnecessary.
Friday, March 23, 2007
What Goes Through Their Heads?
Note:this post is not about me,nor does it reflect anything that I've really done or thought before(that much).
As I walk down the filthy sidewalks in this huge city of New York,I stare at all the people around me and wonder.I wonder what they did last night,wonder if they've been in jail,wonder how they got here,wonder where they're from and where they're going.I wonder What they're thinking about now,who they're thinking about now,and if they're wondering the same things about me.I wonder what they see in their eyes.
I wonder what they hear,what they smell.I sometimes wonder very random things,like:Do they have a blog of their own,have they read my blog,will they be in any part of my future,what is their favorite color,favorite food,favorite sport.I wonder,what were they like when they were my age,what they will be like when they're my age.I stand there wondering.
I know some of these things might not be any of my business,or it might not be important,but that doesn't keep me from wondering.
Then,out of the corner of my eye,as I was wondering,I see a bus full of people go by.I see the people,and they see me.Then the wondering starts again.
As I walk down the filthy sidewalks in this huge city of New York,I stare at all the people around me and wonder.I wonder what they did last night,wonder if they've been in jail,wonder how they got here,wonder where they're from and where they're going.I wonder What they're thinking about now,who they're thinking about now,and if they're wondering the same things about me.I wonder what they see in their eyes.
I wonder what they hear,what they smell.I sometimes wonder very random things,like:Do they have a blog of their own,have they read my blog,will they be in any part of my future,what is their favorite color,favorite food,favorite sport.I wonder,what were they like when they were my age,what they will be like when they're my age.I stand there wondering.
I know some of these things might not be any of my business,or it might not be important,but that doesn't keep me from wondering.
Then,out of the corner of my eye,as I was wondering,I see a bus full of people go by.I see the people,and they see me.Then the wondering starts again.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Lunacy.Complete lunacy.
Take a look at my brother's blog, www.levelheadedlunacy.blogspot.com .
If you click on "August 2005" you will notice that in the second post on that page he talks about his late parrot,Mimi.
I remember I used to fear that old bird.I had ever since I was too young to remember what happened that night(my brother told me about it a while ago):I had been left on the table or something like that and everyone else was somewhere else.Mimi climbed up on that table or something like that and,well,she wanted to seehow my hand tasted.I still have that scar on my hand,although you can't see it very well.So,I used to run away whenever Mimi was out of her cage.I think she somehow knew that I was scared of her ,because she used to squak at me and chase after me,atleast,that's what I thought she did.Sometimes though,she would be friendly and i could pat her or something.I really didn't understand why she would be nice to my brother and how he used to carry her around.
You know,though I kind of liked Mimi a little.And now,I miss her too.
And I'm with my brother,I hope where she is,There aren't any cages to keep her from exploring her world and I hope there's an endless supply of sunflower seeds and peanuts for her to chomp up and there are whole plains of newspaper to poop on and there are tons of little hands for her to "taste" and other wonderful things like that.
Which brings me to a conclusion,that doesn't have much to do with that but I want to right more,that this is an insane world we have here.
Wait,that wasn't our conclusion.This world of our's is insane,though.
All the time,you have this stupid song that you don't even like stuck in your head while you lay awake in bed,thinking about what's going on in the world,wondering if you'll ever fall asleep.The next thing you know,you're looking at your bedroom ceiling with the sun shining through the window and no matter how hard you try,you can't remember how that song went.Then you're getting ready for work when you realize you have the day off,so you run into town to buy some stuff,still trying to remember that song and while you're listening to your car's radio,you get another stupid song in your head.You stay in town until late at night,and while you're running back to your car you constantly look over your shoulder,looking for that imaginary person that you just know is gonna grab you while tht song is playing your head.The next day,you find out that you've just become rich.You go to get the money,and once you walk outside some police think you stole the money and they throw you in jail.Then you wake up finding out that it was all a dream.And you have thesong you were listening to in the car in your dream stuck in your head.
Just remember,be young,think smart,stay true,and just follow your heart.
--I got that from my cousin.
Life is like that.Live with it.
If you click on "August 2005" you will notice that in the second post on that page he talks about his late parrot,Mimi.
I remember I used to fear that old bird.I had ever since I was too young to remember what happened that night(my brother told me about it a while ago):I had been left on the table or something like that and everyone else was somewhere else.Mimi climbed up on that table or something like that and,well,she wanted to seehow my hand tasted.I still have that scar on my hand,although you can't see it very well.So,I used to run away whenever Mimi was out of her cage.I think she somehow knew that I was scared of her ,because she used to squak at me and chase after me,atleast,that's what I thought she did.Sometimes though,she would be friendly and i could pat her or something.I really didn't understand why she would be nice to my brother and how he used to carry her around.
You know,though I kind of liked Mimi a little.And now,I miss her too.
And I'm with my brother,I hope where she is,There aren't any cages to keep her from exploring her world and I hope there's an endless supply of sunflower seeds and peanuts for her to chomp up and there are whole plains of newspaper to poop on and there are tons of little hands for her to "taste" and other wonderful things like that.
Which brings me to a conclusion,that doesn't have much to do with that but I want to right more,that this is an insane world we have here.
Wait,that wasn't our conclusion.This world of our's is insane,though.
All the time,you have this stupid song that you don't even like stuck in your head while you lay awake in bed,thinking about what's going on in the world,wondering if you'll ever fall asleep.The next thing you know,you're looking at your bedroom ceiling with the sun shining through the window and no matter how hard you try,you can't remember how that song went.Then you're getting ready for work when you realize you have the day off,so you run into town to buy some stuff,still trying to remember that song and while you're listening to your car's radio,you get another stupid song in your head.You stay in town until late at night,and while you're running back to your car you constantly look over your shoulder,looking for that imaginary person that you just know is gonna grab you while tht song is playing your head.The next day,you find out that you've just become rich.You go to get the money,and once you walk outside some police think you stole the money and they throw you in jail.Then you wake up finding out that it was all a dream.And you have thesong you were listening to in the car in your dream stuck in your head.
Just remember,be young,think smart,stay true,and just follow your heart.
--I got that from my cousin.
Life is like that.Live with it.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Spaceman Spiff Log Book Day:571
Today was just another typical day for me,the splendid Spaceman Spiff.The day started off just like any other day,scrambled eggs from the egg of the zorlokkian slime-bird,some kolopiarian toast, and graakohn drink for breakfast at my camp on the last decent planet that I had found.
After breakfast I climbed in my spaceship and took off at mach 7.After a few hours I began getting bored,so I stopped by one of those wierd fastfood restaurants near Aahkorlii 12.Then,I flew through that solar system with my radio cranked way up(even though I couldn't really understand any of the words to the songs,because most aliens don't speak English.Get it??ALIENS???Get it??You know,like,people from other countries??Get it??Oh,boy,do I crack myself up!!!).After I had just drifted through space listening to the radio,drifting off to sleep,my spiffcraft wandered into an asteroid belt!I woke up just in time and I tried to steer clear from all of the asteroids.They all shot by me,superfast,but I managed to dodge most of them.Then a small one hit the spiffcraft!It smashed the engine and the craft just floated there for a few seconds until more and more clobbered the crazy-cool craft!Then I went down.
I tried everything to stop from crash landing on the planet below,but it was no use.I decided to prepare for impact. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,t---CRAASSHH!
I climbed out from the smoking wreckage and looked around.It was a seemingly deserted planet,full of mountainous terrain,craters,geisers,and pools of who-knows-what.Sounded like the planet Crakooanooie that i had read about,but that meant it would not be deserted.I got my zorcher ready,just in case.I heard a noise behind me,and the next thing I knew,I was in a chamber-like room full of ugly aliens.
They were trying to question me,but I didn't understand their language.So,I just knocked one down,stole its jetpack thing,and took off.The creatures were right on my tail,but, I managed to zorch most of them and loose the others in the mountainy terrain.I made it back to my super spunky spiffcraft(or what was left of it)and made a few quick fixings.Then I started it up and took off into deep space at,this time,a slower mach 5.I still managed to escape,though.
And so,today was just another typical day for the splendid specimen of spirit and spunk,the super Spaceman Spiff!
After breakfast I climbed in my spaceship and took off at mach 7.After a few hours I began getting bored,so I stopped by one of those wierd fastfood restaurants near Aahkorlii 12.Then,I flew through that solar system with my radio cranked way up(even though I couldn't really understand any of the words to the songs,because most aliens don't speak English.Get it??ALIENS???Get it??You know,like,people from other countries??Get it??Oh,boy,do I crack myself up!!!).After I had just drifted through space listening to the radio,drifting off to sleep,my spiffcraft wandered into an asteroid belt!I woke up just in time and I tried to steer clear from all of the asteroids.They all shot by me,superfast,but I managed to dodge most of them.Then a small one hit the spiffcraft!It smashed the engine and the craft just floated there for a few seconds until more and more clobbered the crazy-cool craft!Then I went down.
I tried everything to stop from crash landing on the planet below,but it was no use.I decided to prepare for impact. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,t---CRAASSHH!
I climbed out from the smoking wreckage and looked around.It was a seemingly deserted planet,full of mountainous terrain,craters,geisers,and pools of who-knows-what.Sounded like the planet Crakooanooie that i had read about,but that meant it would not be deserted.I got my zorcher ready,just in case.I heard a noise behind me,and the next thing I knew,I was in a chamber-like room full of ugly aliens.
They were trying to question me,but I didn't understand their language.So,I just knocked one down,stole its jetpack thing,and took off.The creatures were right on my tail,but, I managed to zorch most of them and loose the others in the mountainy terrain.I made it back to my super spunky spiffcraft(or what was left of it)and made a few quick fixings.Then I started it up and took off into deep space at,this time,a slower mach 5.I still managed to escape,though.
And so,today was just another typical day for the splendid specimen of spirit and spunk,the super Spaceman Spiff!
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