Bands

So recently, I've really discovered two bands that I find I really like. They are The Script, and Lifehouse. I like the script's style, and they have some songs I really like.(The Man Who Can't Be Moved & Breakeven) Lifehouse just has really deep songs, which is something I look for, which brings me to another point. Just the other day I realized how much more I identify with the language arts than the fine arts. It explains why I prefer rock/pop/songs with words to classical music. I love music, not so much for the tune, but more for the poetry set to the tune. Which I think is why I have such eclectic taste as far as style of music goes. I mean, not that a song with a catchy tune won't catch my attention, but the songs that have really stuck with me are the ones with meaning in their words. And in fact I can only think of one song without words that really holds special meaning for me, which is more do to the memories I have attached with it.

Ah, the beauty of words,
floating through air,
into my senses,
ensnaring me there.
In thoughts, of all things.

Today

Well, just wanted to post a few reflections I've had about living in the present. Really it's the only way to live, because the present is the only place we are fully in existence. If you dwell on tomorrow, you'll always be worried that you'll mess it up, and if you dwell in yesterday you'll often think of what could have been had you only done this or that. Niether is productive or cunducive to bringin one closer to God, therefore, one ought to live in the now. Think of the past no more than you need in order to draw from experience, and think of the future no more than you need to in order to be prepared for descisions that come up. Above all, seek god's presence in the moment, and the past, present, and future all fall into place. It's 11:38, and you are loved.

He's BACK!!!

Well, it's taken a long time, but I've finally recaptured the Blog from seussir. Suesser. Whatever. He's been banished to the sludge of code that flows through the bowels of the internet. And so now I'm back. The funny thing is, I haven't got anything to say, but since it is my first post back i feel like I ought to come up with something. Booyah! peace peeps.
*The Sage had left the building*

The Proper Story

Hello all of you fresh little whippersnappers. I'd just like to clear up some confusion about what happened yesterday. I just want to reassure you that there was not, as was rumored by a post created by computer malfunction, a large force of Confederate soldiers and thirteenth-century European cavalry that entered the blog. Any reports that you had that said this happened are wrong. And also anyone who says that the Highland Sage was leading them is flat out wrong. Besides, even if such a force did happen to break into blog territory, I'm sure my minions would have no trouble dispatching them. so not to worry my poppets, I have and will retain complete control of this blog for a long time. That will be all for now. Look for a great post of my recipe for liver and onions sometime next weeks. until then, this is Suessir, signing off.

Chatter

*Beep*
/-/Blog posting tied into chatter network area 2 of blog/-/ engaging chatter/-/ /+/ chatter online /+/

\-\ in sector five. Repeat, perimeter alert; mixed era forces led by cloaked figure entering blog territory in sector five. Responding with normal security measures. \-\

/-/ engaging perimeter intercept drones/-/ /+/ Drones engaged/+/ transferring to direct command drone feed chatter/+/

\-\ roughly two hundred and thirty bodies reporting, more entering. Armed with primitive breach loading firearms. In formation and uniform standard to that of 1860s Confederate States of America army. Danger assessment: minimal. We are detected. They are moving in battle array. Projectile shields raised. Arming anti-riot weapons. *Cracrack* Incoming fire, analyzing type: lead projectiles encased in energy sheath. *Boom* *Crash* Units 1-3 heavy damage, unit 4 destroyed, units 5 & 6 light damage, units 7-14 moderate damage. Ordering return fire. *BRAM*. Return fire only 30% of expected effectiveness. Opponents firing again. *Crack* Unit 8 destroyed. *Crack* Initiating skirmish procedure. *BRAM* *Crack* *CraCrackCrack* *Bram* *Crack* Command unit taken heavy damage. Units 5 & 11 inoperative. Ordering full attack measures *Crack* ordering *Crack* *BOOM!!!*

/-/ feed terminated. Cutting into chatter at observation post seven, sector five for continued information /-/ /+/ Chatter link unsuccessful. /+/ /-/Attempting alert of computer at level 1, central sector. /-/ /+/ Link is unsuccessful. /+/ \-\proximity alert \-\ \-\proximity alert\-\
/-/calculating danger level. Moving to back up current operations to

BOOM!!!!

rtu/-/yu\+//\/\hsui+/ro-\auug---------------------------------------

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On the Posting Floor

Hey everyone, it's me, the Highland Sage. I've taken control of the posting floor, but I don't know how long I can hold it. Suessir and his minions will know I'm here any minute. I just wanted to tell you I'm going to a far off place. When I return, I'll have re-enforcements enough to re-take the blog. (BBBRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH) Uh oh, sounds like a bomber.

(BOOM!!!!!)
(EXPLOSION)

I better get outta here before- (thshough! grung!) boy, that was close! later. (BOOM!) 0953 q6 46nui yrurn aotv2062. 09ra gn v m02us ngvwa 3vaww0 v0w3v 7563fn ajskr 20shd 8vn! duwi3 su33n-

(BOOM!)

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Next Post

Hello my poppets. Suessir here again. I'm quite glad for another post. Now, I have just the thing to tell you, it's about the proper way to fix sausages when they snap. To start you just, (crackle, static) hey, what's going on?!? (crackle, static)

Hellooooooooo Suessir! Oh, don't look so surprised, do you really think you could keep me in there forever?

Quite honestly yes.

Well you sure couldn't! I'm the Highland Sage, baby! And I'm here to tell you I'm out, and I'm not going down without a fight.

You'll regret this. I have minions.

We'll just see about that. And while I'm here, I'd like to say something to all my loyal fans out there. I just wanna let you know I'm taking this blog back, no matter what stands in my way! And remember, life is good, even when- (crackle, spoit!)

Take that you Sage! This is my blog now. Ugh, this can't be happening. I need to go. I will post for you all later.

New Rules

Hello, Suessir here. I currently have your beloved "THS" in a secure location, and he won't be escaping naytime soon. I'd just like to say I have a few new rules as long as I'm in charge here.

Rule 1: There will be no comparisons between myself and THS.
Rule 2: Everyone likes what I write. End of story.
Rule 3: I am cool. No disputing the fact.

Now that that's out of the way I'll tell you young whippersnappers a story, about when I was a boy, way back in '44...

Posty

Well, it's time for a post, on this fine Sunday evening.
11:15PM, April the 26th, in the year of our Lord 2009:
Things are quite nice in the Highlands. The weather is a bit lacking in the niceness department, but it's not quite summer yet. I see in a cage at about 4:30 a fat red furry creature. To get technical it's a cavy, but I don't like to get technical. I have a bad aftertaste in my mouth from jelly beans I had about twenty minutes ago. It tastes bad. Oh Wait, I've already said that. (SMASH!) Oi! Who are you?!

I'm Suessir, don't you remember?

Oh yeah, I do remember. What's with the large blunt object?

I'm taking over this blog.

What? Hey you can't do that!

You find I can. (WUMP!)(BANG!)(SCUFFLE)(SCUFFLE)(SMACK!)(SCUFFLE)(THUD)
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

-To Be Continued.

Poeticism

Why is it that I only feel poetic when I'm in a very melancholy mood? It's very strange, I can rarely write good poetry when I'm in a good mood. I have tried, but it just doesn't work. I dunno. Quite strange, yes. Of course, all of my limericks have been written when I was in a good mood. I wonder if there's something about the blues that makes me more poignant. That could be the case. Or it might be that I rarely actually sit down to write thoughts in verse when I'm not swept up in a tide of confusion, sadness and anxiety. Actually, thinking on it, I have written a couple good poems when I was in a good mood. They were all just insanely weird. As opposed to my other poetry, which is more intense and haunting. Ah well, I think that's about all I have time for right now. Thank you, and goodnight.

Tiredness

I am very tired at the moment. Not that I've had particularly long day or anything. I think it must be my new bed. It's too soft and I sleep too long on it and end up tired. Not that I'm at my own house. Funny how often some people find themselves away from home so often. Of course, home is where the heart is. And you're lucky if you can find someone to give your heart to. Of course a heart is always lonely until it's given away, but that is a hard thing to do indeed. Not as much continuity there as I'd have liked. Ah well. I ought to get to bed. Remember:

Life is good, even when it's not(as long as you've got God!)

Guy In Blue Van Merging Without Blinker

So, today I was driving and a guy in a blue van merged on the freeway without a blinker. It was annoying. As he did I said: "Whoah, guy in blue van merging without blinker." It was funny at the time, but not so funny in retrospect. I need to go to bed. It's far too late. And we all know what happens to me when it's late. I can't stop it it's here

STOP! DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOU VALUE YOUR TIME!

I mean, eggplant cheese balls and a totally righteous cow. Then I was like dude check the pressure on your whipped cream. Of course then I went and shot a thingymahoosit over the wall of the palace, and those guards that supposedly never move came after me, and I was all like...

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The Usual Pattern

Well, I haven't posted in a while, which is a sad thing. But I'm back now, and hope to be so for a while. I'm only on the third sentence of my new post, and I find I'm in the usual pattern. I haven't got anything to say. I had a great, witty idea earlier, but now I can't for the life of me remember what it was. So I'm stuck here having to improvise something. I shall write a little story for your enjoyment(if you don't enjoy that sort of thing just skip down to the bottom for my closing remarks.):

Once upon a time there was a man named Sven. He lived a happy life, save for the fact that for some reason, everyone thought he was Norwegian, when in fact he was actually a native of Madagascar. He often wondered why in the world his parents had named him Sven, but they were dead, so he couldn't ask him. Then one day someone once again asked him if he was from Norway. It set him over the edge. He donned a suit of chain mail, took up a round shield and an axe, and took the bus downtown to plunder something. He saw a promising knick-knack shop across the street, and starting walking toward it. It was at that moment that he was struck by a gold 1998 Chevy Cavalier moving at 31 MPH. Do to the laws of Physics (sum of forces= Mass x acceleration) he was thrown to the street where he bumped his head. He came around in about five minutes, thinking that he was a harpsichord player named George Grickman who lived on a farm in Kokomo, Indiana. This, of course, solved his name problems. Of course he was shortly arrested for carrying a lethal weapon in public, and was eventually put in the Psyche Ward of a teaching hospital in Omaha. But no one ever thought he was Norwegian ever again. The End.

Well, that went downhill. But what can I say, it's my first day back. I'll see you all next time right here. Actually I'll just write to you and imagine you sitting in front of your computers and reading this. That's all.

New Post

Well, it's hard to say what exactly is happening right now. But things are moving that cannot be undone now. And things are being set in motion. I know I'm on the verge of something big. God is overflowing, and filling my life. Glory be to God! That's all I have to say right now.

Enter March

So, March came into the highlands I call home rather quietly yesterday, with the second nicest day this year(today was nicer). It was quite lamb like. I am now expecting a huge storm on the thirtieth. Because, as they say, March will enter like a lion and leave like a lamb, or enter like a lamb and leave like a lion. Of course, it's only an old wives tale. But who's to say those old wives don't know what they're talking about.

Um, I would sir.

Who are you?

An old husband, sir.

I see.

I wouldn't listen to any of the tales my wife makes, sir. And therefore I'd have to say that my wife doesn't know what she's talking about, at least when she tells tales sir.

Oh. Well, thanks for that I guess.

Any time sir.

A-hem.(nods to the left, hinting the old husband make his exit)

What's that?

What's your name?

Um, Suesssir sir.

Right. Well Suesser. (clears throat and nods again, generating only quizzical looks) Oh, fer crying out loud Suessir, will you get outa here?!

Surreal Moment, and Dancing

Well, earlier today I was looking at pictures of injured Civil War veterans. When I was done this really eerie and surreal feeling came over me, as if nothing was real. I think it migh be what shell shock is like. Anyhow, I went on a walk(a very slow one), and after walking and praying it went away. But it was like I was walking in a dream. Very eerie. Anyway...

I had a completely wonderful evening at the dance party. Pretty much my whole gang was there. And when I say gang I mean like in Charlie Brown or Scooby-Doo usage. Or like Cool and the Gang. That makes me Cool. Because I had an argyle T shirt and a blue suit jacket on. Heh heh. I guess that doesn't make me cool. It makes me my own person. Which is perfect for the Highland Sage. I am the one and only, after all. Thank you, and goodnight.

Meanwhile, Back on the Blog...

So, not much has been happening around the highlands of late. Things are pretty calm. Been writing a little, not as much as I should like. I'm on Facebook now. Tis interesting. Anyhow, now for the random thoughts:

I don't seem to be thinking of anything. My focus seems off these days. Well, I have a focus, what I mean to say is I seem to be listless. It's all a stage no doubt. But what can you do about it? Nothing. You just have to wait it out. The more I live, the more I find that spiritual battlegrounds are mostly sieges and trench warfare. Ooh, cool metaphor. Well, I better go to bed, I suppose. God help me. And always remember:

Life is good, even when it's not, as long as you've got God!

Help!

Well, I saw the movie Help. It's a Beatles movie. It was really funny. I thought it was quite a bit like an early form of Monty Python. Very off the wall. Yeah. So, shall I digress?

My new book is coming along well. I'm nearly a third done with it. Course, it's not going to be a terribly long book, but that's fine with me. I'm gonna go get half a sugar cookie. Excuse me a moment. 'gets up' 'comes back in 3 minutes, having devoured a tasty soft soft sugar cookie, parts of which are lodged in his braces' Sorry, that last description was a bit less nice that I would have like. But I'm sure you know what I did. Anyhow, I really haven't got anything else to say. KAILI!

Remember...
Life is good, even when it's not!

Because I Felt Like it

I'm making this post because I feel like posting. Not that I have anything in particular to say. But I thought that I ought to update this spot. Why do I rhyme when I can't think of anything? Probably because it's easy. On a deeper note, I think that many of us prefer to revert to what we do best when we don't know what we're doing. Of course, in actuality, (or at least for me), I don't know what I'm doing most of the time. I mean, I know what I'm doing but not what will come of it. It's at times like that that I remember God has a plan and a purpose to everything. And then, it doesn't matter so much that I don't know where my path leads. I'm cool wherever I go. As it was once so eloquently put:

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love,
Love is all you need.

And God=Love. Therefore, all you need is God. End of story.

Just Some Sagey Blathering

Well, thought I'd make a post, even though everything on my mind now is too deep and long to explain in a post. If you want to know about these deep thoughts, talk to me, or give me a call. Anyhoo...

Obviously I still haven't said anything particularly interesting as yet, which in this case means I have no post as yet. Though the point could be argued. But alas, I have not a one to argue with, and I'm afraid my studies in rhetoric are insufficient, nay, non-existent. Ooh, a rhyme. I like to speak in verse. Some say it's a curse. But I always say to them: "Be glad it isn't worse." wow. That was either madness, or brilliance. We are men of Action, lies do not deceive us. Let your sword do the talking! I will, it shall be loquacious to a fault. Ladies and gentlemen, you've been a wonderful audience, we've decided it's a draw. GO CARDINALS!!!!!!!!

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A Short Elaboration on my Philosophy of Communication

I believe that communication in modern America has gone into a downward spiral in the past 15 years or so. The main reason is that do to the sheer amount of communication, the constant connectivity, the act of communication in and of itself has been rendered totally impersonal. Now don't get me wrong, cell phones and email are very useful, but they should not be used as the basis of creating relationships. They are merely tools for upkeeping one, or for sharing facts(like the homework assignment, dates of events, etc.). I believe that a truly healthy relationship must be formed through personal contact, if it is to survive when contact is not available. I think that if the all the cell phones and Internet went down for two months, at least of the relationships(And I don't mean romantic, just relationships in general) of the youth of America would collapse. In essence, I think that to forge and maintain a meaningful relationship with someone, you need to see them. Not to mention the added dimensions communication takes on(tone, body language, expression) when people are physically in the same place. In brief I think that as a society we are forgetting how to create meaningful relationships, and the worst is yet to come. Sadly, it's only a symptom of the fact that the love of Christ is not in every one's lives, which is the basis for all real relationships. And that's what I think about modern communication.(I really only hit the tip of the iceberg. I'm definitely going to work this out in further detail now, and write an essay.)

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