Friday, March 31, 2006

Miss Optimistic

by Irena the Croatian
Guest Blogger

Today I'm wondering if things ever really take on their true form, or if it's just a guessing game. A forever-in a long guessing game. I'm getting so tired of trying to read in between lines day after day. It's my book, too. That's the sad part. Bad night, last night. Bad week last week. And the week before. And a horribly bad morning too.

For the first time in AGES I had bird poop on my windshield. It's really been forever, probably since high school. I figured something was going to go wrong today, I woke up to find poop on my car - come on! If anyone reading this has the slightest belief in God, you'll agree with me: you see poop in the morning, you know something's gonna go down. Of course, it didn't take long. And I'm still trying to figure out if that's the one thing I need to crush me down or not, trying to figure out exactly how to deal with it. The happy train is slipping.

It's one of those things that you see other people dealing with. You try to sympathize with them, and as sincere as you are, your words are just thrown in the wind. Because nothing you say matters. And there is no cheering them up. It's one of those things you really don't fully grasp until it happens to you. Because, you move on with life after that conversation; and, they don't.

I found out this morning that my uncle has cancer. My mom wouldn't tell me what kind, or what his treatments are, or anything - really. She was in a rush, and our conversation was left half finished. I think I will twiddle my thumbs all day, hope that it's something small, something silly - you know? But in the back of my mind, I keep on thinking of every person that I've ever heard say that about someone that they love. And I keep trying to think of what the outcome was. But he's a strong individual, and putting up a mental fight is half the battle (if not more), and this goes for any disease and really anything in life. I know he'll be okay; I have complete faith in that.

I AM Miss. Optimistic. And I like it that way, thank you Mr. Wise Man. And if I wasn't Miss Optimistic, well... you wouldn't know me as the person that you do know me as. None of you would.



Have a good day, America.

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Sunday, March 26, 2006

A Story that is Universal






Of recent I have been engaging in the world of bloggers, they come in various attitudes, diaries, and commentators. From the average homemakers, to engineers, to programmers, political bloggers/activists, or salesman, and yes, even the “real world” news has breached the Internet community.

This community is vast and somewhat intimidating. Yet, I added my voice, almost a year ago, with my musings in political thoughts; and, a tools for research for those who wanted it. I have built this website little by little, learning the programming code of a website, all the while going to school, and working.

Last month I discovered an online site known as Blogexplosion.com, it is for those who wish to have their web-logs be heard in the tocsins of the Internet follies and aides in providing tools and access to multiple sites. It also has a chat room, where bloggers can exchange codes, tools, and even build friendships with people of common interests.
One of the most fascinating aspect of this chat room, and I would guess with any, since this is my first participating in one, is the binding ties that are built. One such way to do so is to tell a story together—and on this page—One Paradise View—you will witness this event as it transpires. Here are the rules of the game enjoy, I have added part three below….

This was an idea a blog buddy came up with & I thought it was a blast! I did my part now its up to everyone else to do theirs! Here is HIS original post:
3/20/2006

The Big, Bad Short Story Challenge - Part 2

The Big, Bad Short Story Challenge is back!I’ve posted a couple of paragraphs of a new short story that I have started, and ask that volunteers finish it. Here’s the way it works:

1) I post my couple of paragraphs.
2) Volunteer No. 1 puts the next couple of paragraphs on his blog, and leaves a link in the comments of this post.
3) After the link is posted in the comments, I will edit my blog and post it here.
4) Volunteer No. 2 follows the link to the next blog and picks up where Volunteer No. 1 left off.
5) This continues until the story is finished.

EDIT: I’ve tagged SamRyan at Just a Girl

While you’re there, be sure to check out her poetry and writing.

Cheers!


The Dig

Dusty Chambers looked up from his work just in time to witness the last sliver of the deep red sun disappearing into the horizon. As if on cue, the quartz halogen lights set up around the excavation site came to life, illuminating his find once more. The buzz that the lamps emitted bothered him no more than the cold that swept in to replace the sun’s fading warmth. Dusty had been digging all day, patiently scouring away striated layers of packed dirt. He had worked through lunch, such was his concentration on the task.
Over the course of the past few weeks, Dusty and his crew of archaeologists had meticulously uncovered what they had thought would be a Native American village, but instead had been rewarded with something completely different. The entire top floor of a steel building now lay exposed to the elements. Dusty had earlier walked the perimeter of the structure, expecting to find a broken window through which he could enter, but found none. Intrigued, he researched the coordinates of his find, hoping to discover the nature of what had once been located here. Finding no information on the building, he continued the dig, wondering what circumstances would bury a building without raising reports of its disappearance.
posted by Dale N. Allen | 12:58 PM

2 Comments:
AnthonyLemons said…

Great writing, keep it up.
8:23 AM

Jean -AKA- SamRyan said…

There was a definitive aura about the top of the structure, something almost seemed to be drawing him in. As if some force just under the surface were calling to him, beckoning him to its hidden secrets. he felt that once under its skin he would find answers to questions he hadn’t yet pondered. There was definately something compelling about this discovery aside even from its odd location & mysterious circumstances. What was this place? How did it get here? It seemed almost otherworldly and he wasn’t even sure what that really meant. All Dusty knew was that he was must uncover its tale and he must be the first to enter this thing which had no business being here in the first place.Lost in his own musings, he thought he heard tiny clicking sounds emanating from a hollow sounding place just along the western edge of the semi-buried structure. It sounded so faint as to almost be missed but he was certain that something or someone had made those sounds from within. He started towards the sound just as it seemed to stop. He yelled for the other workers to cease all activity and then he stood as a statue and strained to hear any trace,……..

10:44 AM
And so now,…I leave it to you! I will update this page as each new entry appears,…Lets make a book people! C’mon,….Whatcha waitin’ for? Just see Dale -AKA- Biognome over at: Galaxies, Universes, and Things That Spin Leave your bit & I will also publish it here on permanent display with your link for all the world to see! Here is the direct link for the post at his place: (just leave your piece there, as the bits come in, I’ll add them here!) (image placeholder)


Entry Part 3 by Greg Stewart

Dusty waited for the others to silence the noise of the dig. Standing tall, his strong features shone the years of wear and tear, graying around the temples, and he had a goatee chalked with white, with dark ebony eyes protruding from the inset of the skull of his face, he squinted in the glaring light of the day.

He looked down at his feet at the equipment that he had brought with him earlier, the canvas green bag, had been with him through his many travels. Now he knelt down, while straining to hear the rhythmic clicking coming from within the building.

He pulled out his Geiger counter, a spectrometer, and he sat them down on the bluish-green sand next to his feet, and finally found what he was feeling for, the portable sonar device. It fit smoothly into his palm, allowing him to cup it, and he flipped the jointed cover open with the other as he began to punch the buttons on his miniaturized device.

He thought quietly to himself; yes, it had been nearly three hundred years since the invention of sonar—and the equipment once filled entire rooms. Now, in the twenty third century, finally being able to stand at this place, looking into what seemed to be familiar sky, Dusty had wondered what had went wrong.

The birth place of humanity had been traced back to this very spot, and although, there had never been a report of this site, in any historical records; this type of development was becoming a regular event.

For after the migration to the stars, humanity was now……


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Saturday, March 04, 2006



I Hate My F….. Job! (Or the Inanity of the Clueless!)
By Irena the Croatian

I hate my job. Jimmy Craco, I know you're reading this, hope you get a goddamn kick out of it. I do, I really hate my job. Just like the rest of you. I hate the borderline white trash or recovering white trash general suburban population that I just so happen to work with. My boss excluded, the rest of this place is absolutely ridiculous. And it's finally getting to me: The same hairstyle for the last 20 years, the same television show on the same day of every week, family-sized frozen dinners, being hurt because her husband took the “goddamn remote,” while she was watching the country music awards, and then crying about it….

Here is a witness account of what is called normalcy in America….and the closed-mindedness, here is example of one such idiocy, "OH MY GOD you have a tattoo on your arm??!!?! Do you KNOW that that will still BE THERE when you are 80?!?! OH MY GOD! Did you hear about John's girlfriend's sister's boyfriend's neighbor's dog that ate a sock?? HOW FUNNY IS THAT?! OH MY GOD! I JUST PEED MY PANTS! I gotta go to Costco today, I gotta refill my prescriptions for my asthma, acid reflux, depression, anxiety, migraines, allergies, oh my antibiotics for my life-long urinary tract infection too, God, I know I'm forgetting something... oh yeah! I need more hamburger helper too.”

It is as if she is streaming inanity, she continues her clueless drivel, “Isn't that puppy cute? Did you see that puppy? OH, that was the cutest puppy. Did you hear what I said to so-and-so? Did I do good? You know... I really don't want him to get mad at me, I just want to get my point across, and I'm afraid he'll get mad at me, but they never ever listen, did I say it good? Did I? Did I? Did I? Ohh! This one time in college me and my roommate got really really drunk and we both fell down! OH MY GOD! IT was CRAZY! (Shh... I think people saw us, tee-hee!!!). JEFF! YOU NEED TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH! Foley's is having a big sale. I have to hurry or I'll get stuck in traffic and GOD FORBID that I'm 2 minutes late….”

This is what America sounds like, the babbling continues, “OK see you guys later! Do you like these glasses on me? Hey did you watch the Bronco's game last night? When that guy made that pass I was like OH MY GOD! And they cut him? Can you believe that? Oh I really gotta hurry I'm gonna catch lunch traffic. At least Foley's is right by Costco; I can get my prescriptions filled while I run to Foleys. I'll see you guys later! OH I almost forgot to tell you! I hit this lady yesterday when I was picking up the kids from daycare. I was backing up and I couldn't see her, you know how my Yukon XL sits kind of high? Yeah I guess I hit her car pretty well and I barely even noticed it, OH my god I felt so bad. Did you watch Bush's speech last night? God, the oil prices are crazy. I hope he can take care of this, I'd hate to be the president... I don't think I could handle it. OK I really have to go now, ok I'll see you guys later."

I need a cigarette. I F…. hate these people.

Vent over.

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