End of the quartah

The end of the quarter is just around the corner, so I think its appropriate to cap off the 9 other posts I’ve made this quarter, starting from the beginning.
The original post ‘blog expectations’ was the bare minimum, nothing extra, only what it had to be.
The second post was ‘A journey I intend to take (and a post I intend to write)’
This post was all about me wanting to be overly adventurous and travel to far away places and try foreign foods. (mainly McDonalds)
The third key post was entitled ‘bored?’ focused on many creative things to do when you are bored. Many of my favorites include…
4. Moonwalk forewords (think about it, you just have to walk)
24. Water your carpet, see if it grows (mine did.)
29. Go moped-ing across America! (low gas emissions yay!)
The fourth post was ‘I AM THE LIIIGHT!’ all about me being compared to a light bulb.
The one thing I regret about this post is not throwing in a Chuck Norris joke.
“And god said ‘let there be light’
Chuck Norris said ‘say please’”
The fifth and most fun to write was called ‘*grumbles* British people…’ it was very interesting to type up because I had to describe my day ending with getting hit by a car in 200 words.
The sixth blog…. Wasn’t that important.
The seventh post was all about my favorite movie, which of course was the dark night. (Go see it)
The 8th and 9th blog were clearly my longest and most successful, you should go read them it is very hard to describe. And with this I bid you farewell!

UNTIL NEXT QUARTER! BUM! BUM! BUMMMMM!!!!

*sighs* Oh! My hero!

To open this blog entry answering the question of ‘what makes a hero’ I would like to start with the amazing words of Dwight Schrute (The Office) “No, don't call me a hero. Do you know who the real heroes are? The guys who wake up every morning and go into their normal jobs, and get a distress call from the commissioner, and take off their glasses and change into capes, and fly around fighting crime. Those are the real heroes.” I find this outrageously funny because Dwight had just saved Jim’s life (watch the episode) and yet he still considers the fictional cape-wearing comic book characters to be the real heroes. I also believe this brings up the interesting question of ‘are there real modern heroes?’ like the soccer mom, even though she is always driving kids in her car still has time to ask the kids about their day. Or the lawyer who defends his client with such ferocity that the jury knows the client is innocent. Or are these just ordinary people? I really don’t think I have an answer to this question. The scope of possible answers is mind-boggling, so I may as well only throw one out there. I believe that true heroes do not exist, the people I listed above are just ordinary people doing extraordinary things, in conclusion I do not believe this makes them ‘heroes’.

My Outside Reading Book

So today our magical blogging experience will be surrounding the latest book (and my book report book) that I finished reading about 20 hours ago, “Brisingr”. It is the third in the ‘inheritance series’ by author Cristopher Paoloni.
The book closely follows the path of young dragon rider Eragon, his dragon Saphira, and his cousin Roran. I cannot even begin to tell you about the first two books in detail, they total over1500 pages.
The books in order (see pictures at top) are Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr.
So I will try to sum up the first one. (spoilers ahead!)
The first book entitled Eragon describes the main character (Eragon) and his early teenage years. Eragon grew up on a farm in a small village called Caravahall, where he lived with his uncle Garrow and his cousin Roran on the family farm. Eragon is taking one of his usual hikes through the mountain range called ‘the spine’ when suddenly there is a flash of light and a loud crack as a large sapphire rock appears on the ground. He finds the rock clearly fascinating so he tries to sell it to get money. The shopkeeper refuses to accept the thing because ‘anything that comes out of the spine [mountains] is cursed!’ So Eragon decides to bring the rock home in case it was of any use. As it turns out the rock is actually an egg with a dragon hatchling inside. (NO WAI!) Eragon raises the dragon to the size of a small cow when he realizes that the dragon can talk. IN ENGLISH. WITH HER MIND. (Crazy right?) Once Eragon learned this he set out to ride the dragon. Because of her rough scales he would often end up with large bleeding cuts on his leg. He then sought the help of the local storyteller Brom. (The third book reveals him as Eragons father). And so, Brom ends up being a dragon rider as well, his dragon died, and goes on a quest with Eragon to become stronger. The book ends with Eragon taking place in an epic battle for power after few years of training, and succeeds. But there is a strange new power in the land, and it takes the form of the all powerful dark king Galbatorix. So concludes my summary of the first book. (MORE TO COME…)


Ah, and i am border lining 400 words, almost pulled a Skoog today... except not... because i don't mention THE MINNESOTA WILD! at all.

My Favorite Movie (fo rizzle)

Because I really don’t have a favorite movie, I guess I’ll just write about one I like. ‘The Dark Knight’
And so begins my review of one scene of the movie, my favorite part, the opening scene.

The movie starts out with about 7 or 8 guys in funny clown masks robbing a bank. Each one is there for a reason, one to open the safe, one to turn off the security, but as each one completes his task he gets shot by the clown next to him. They were told to do this in order to ‘decrease the split’ so each clown gets more money. But by the end of the robbery with only 3 or so clowns left everyone suspects the other of being in charge of the final execution (killing the other clowns) leaving one clown with all the money. After a short standoff and arguing, one of the clowns says.
“I’m here to shoot the bus driver.”
“What bus driver-“ BOOM
That’s when the big yellow school bus comes crashing through the wall of the bank squashing two of the clowns, leaving the bus driver and one more. The bus-driving clown hops out, and helps the last clown load up the money into the van. When they finish the bus driver looks around.
“Hey! Where are all the other guys-“ BANG
The remaining clown has shot the bus driver and proceeds on the bus through the hole in the wall from which the bus entered. He drives right into a line of school buses in a line for a field trip, showing exactly how well the plan was laid out.

Indeed, quite the master plan.

The rest of the movie was very good but this opening scene was my favorite part.

My Grim Little World.

Dear world, please be prepared to be exposed to my grim and proverbial mind. I figured today that I need to do this blog eventually and am getting graded on it I may as well open my head a little and utilize the true essence of blogging. Let you all take a peek into my own little corner of the world.
I sometimes have deep thoughts, only occasionally, that kind of “what if…” and the resulting epiphany of knowledge. Usually I can’t remember these past 5 minutes or so, but I recently had one that stuck with me. What if there was a plague or apocalypse, and I was the only one alive. There would be no one to greet me. No one to comfort me. But at the same time, there would be nothing to hide myself from. I would never have to pretend to be someone I’m not. No reason to change to fit in. I would truly be free. Of course this is only on the emotional level, I’m sure surviving post-plague or post-apocalypse would have obvious physical tolls on me. I probably wouldn’t live for long anyways. How grim indeed.
And so it is with these final words that I leave you, goodnight and…. DRIVE HOME SAFE! (especially if you’re British)