good quick video that kinda sums up how I feel about this

McCain Interview

obviously I am for Obama, I've said it again and again. SO for your sake, here's an interview with John McCain

http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,1836909,00.html?xid=rss-topstories

Listen to that crazy old coot be a puppet jackass. You want that guy as prez?

Vacation

Everyone should take vacations, even if you technically don't deserve them. I by no means have earned a vacation, I work relatively little at two extremely easy jobs and party far too much. When I am not partying or working I usually don't do much productive. If I were my boss, I'd say, " No Bryce, you cannot have vacation time until you actually do some work." Well, I may not be my job boss (yet) but I certainly am my life boss so when I asked myself for vacation time I told myself, "sure why not, take even more of a load off." I went home, rarely moved, and watched about 10 movies in 2 days. What I found most valuable about it was not the stress relief, physical relaxation or abundance of rest, but the fact that it was different than my routine. I wasn't at my home doing the same thing I have done every week for months and I wasn't surrounded by all the same people. I am not saying that my usual routine and usual cronies are bad at all, just that everyone needs to take time away to regain a clarification of self. The best part of my vacation was that I was alone with myself with no one to entertain me but me. It was good, I had time to think about everything. Not that there were any large pressing issues, it's just good to reconsider the universe every now and then. I took the time to expose myself to films I had been wanting to for a long time and am greatly happy for it. If you have a chance go see the movie "Once" it is beyond beautiful. I would also recommend In Bruges, it's not romp-roaringly hilarious as the back cover would suggest, but it is damn good. All in all I think everyone needs a place to escape to every now and then where they are all alone, and completely rely on their mind. You can reconfirm your identity, rediscover why you love what you do and eliminate background stress that you may not have known you had but is always silently building by just having a routine. I've considered renting out a hotel room for a weekend every two months or so, just to seclude and repeat the Vacay. Tis grand, everyone should do it.

Dream

Ever since I've moved away from home I have remembered my dream nearly every night and am considering making a dream diary. I am going to write my one from last night down so I don't forget it. It was especially potent. I also want to open it up to the masses for interpretation and fun. In the dream I was hanging out with a few friends, I don't remember which ones just that it consisted of me, two guys, and a girl. It seemed like the girl was very special to me. We were in some public location and 3 men in suits showed up and pulled out guns, without warning they started firing. I think we were in a city park. My friends ducked and went for cover but I went berserk, diving at the middle man as he fired directly at me. Brutishly I attacked him as the other two continued to fire at me. The first man went down, I had his gun. I fired at the second man while taking cover. A bullet went directly into his face blowing it exxageratedly apart. My gun was empty. The third man, sole survivor, began to ignore my existence. To me, the dream me, this seemed odd, after all I had been the attacker while the others ducked smartly to their safety. The man turn to where my friends were hiding and began to fire at their spots. I never saw them all I saw was the back of the man's trenchcoat. Without a thought I grabbed a jagged stick, rushed the man and jabbed it repeatedly into his side, killing him as well. The next part of the dream is like the following scene if it were a movie. No transition. I'm just in a new place. I'm in a rundown hospital with one of the guys who was with me at the park. I'm sitting on the checkup table like you were waiting for the family doctory. A doctor walks in, tells me to take off my shirts. I look down and I have holes all over. Two of them have bullets sticking out of them. I just go, "woaaah," the doctor goes, "hmmmmmmm," counts to seven and says, "looks like you've been shot seven times." Then a girl walks in. She is wonderful in every way a girl can be wonderful. She hands a clipboard to the doctor and waits by his side. She is wonderful. The doctor tells me he will remove the bullets later but for now go have a good time. I then go out into a sort of waiting area that reminds me of an orphanage. I see a lot of people the dream me knows and I go around telling everyone how I got shot seven times and how I'm kind of like fiddy. The wondress, the young beauty from the office, steps behind me and says, " oh shut your mouth, fiddy got shot nine time and you only got shot 7 yah prick." She had an accent. It was wonderful. She took me into the other room and pulled out the first of the bullets. Dream me begins to wonder at the fact that I had been shot 7 times, not been bangaged, was still bleeding all over the place, had a bullet in me, but was walking around shooting the shit like I was at the governor's ball. Also I realized, what happened to the other two in my crew? The one other guy and the girl who I felt connected to? Either way, the wonderful girl and I (she really is wonderful) chat it up playfully while she rips metal from my gut. Before she rips out the other I say, " we can save that for later, lets go somewhere." We go to some neighborhood and sit on the curb as cars pass. I wear a blood-soaked shirt and she wears something wonderful. I don't know what we talk about just that we laughed, bled and formed a bond. Now not only was she wonderful, but so was I. We were wonderful. Later I was walking down that street feeling sad and thinking about something. The dream switched to what I was thinking about. A memory within a dream. What's that all about? It was of the wonder couple, she and I in some sort of situation where she was sitting behind me and forced to clasp her arms around my middle to hold on. I twinged with pain with her arms on my still open wounds. I yelped and mentioned that she was hurting me, she laughed, stuck her thumb in a wound and flicked the bullet that was still hanging out. I laughed at that, thought it hurt like the dickens. Back to me walking. I pull up my shirt, now crusty with bloods and look down at my wounds. They are no longer bleeding, they are clean but open. They looked like if you paper hole punched a pig corpse that had been drained of blood. Anyway, I look a the bullet sticking out. I reach down, grab it and pull it out, Something white and round falls out and bounces down the cobblestone street. Did I mention it was cobblestone? I look at what I pulled out, the bullet, and it's not a bullet. It's a cigar with the inside emptied out. The empty space has been filled with pearls. I look at the open wound and see pearls inside me. I squeeze and pop them out like they are the pus from a zit. Some are pretty deep. I continue to walk, jingling the pearls in my palm and walk up to the Wonderful girl. Things are generally sad. I toss her a pearl. She catches it, looks up at me from her squaggly legged spot on the curb. She looks wonderful. She stares at me, then at the pearl, and then at me, then stands up with tears and yells at me. Then I wake up. That's it.

What the fuck is that? Somebody please tell me what that is.

Going out on a Limb

I'm just going to finally go out on a limb and declare to the world that I fully support Barack Obama and his quest for the presidency. Also I wish to boldly state that McCain just stands absolutely no chance. If that geezer lives until November he only held on to life two months in order to witness his crippling defeat. Obama is the only candidate I have ever witnessed (not that I've witnessed many) that has ever been able to actually coerce people from the opposite party to support him. The thing that really gets me supporting this guy is that he makes a ton of promises (as all candidates do) and while he no doubt will not be able to achieve all of them, when he makes these promises they are not empty. I fully trust that even though not all of them are fully achievable, Obama will give it his damndest to get as close as possible on all of them. I also love how the other party is just aching for some kind of scandal to emerge. They are attempting to capitalize on any tiny crumb they can dig up and it is just pathetic. When Obama was in the middle east he put a prayer not in a traditional prayer wall. A journalist purloined it and published it. I'm sure McCain's team thought to themselves, "we got him now, he probably prayed for a win and for bad things against McCain." Yet, it turns out it was just Obama praying for strength for him and his family and strength against pride. Wow, real scandalous. Or this recent news story about how Obama stated in a meeting that He has become a symbol for change in the United States or something of that sort. The McCain machine pumped that out with the notion that Obama's ego was too high. Hmmmmmm sounds more like he is seeing what is actually happening, is thrilled and wants to be that change that people see him as. Or when reports came about that Obama tried Cocaine and Marijuana in college. Obama was like, "yup" He is actually quoted as saying "It was reflective of the struggles and confusion of a teenage boy, Teenage boys are frequently confused."* I hate how people assume presidential candidate have lived their entire life as a presidential candidate and aren't allowed to make any mistakes along the way. Obama probably had no idea he'd be running for president when he was 18 or even 25. Why do people judge the boy he was then when we can judge the man he is now? Also I love how I have yet to see an add criticizing McCain or his policies, yet the only McCain add I've seen says less about McCain and reads more like a propoganda add against Obama. I watched a town hall meeting with Obama the other day in Rolla, Mo and Obama actually answered people's questions, got his facts right, handled one heckler very respectably, spoke eloquently, occasionally criticized McCain's polices, but always made sure he criticized the policies and not the man himself. He even seemed down to earth. When he asked the crowd to "raise your hand if you make over 2 million a year (the actual number i dont remember)" when an 18 your old guy raised his hand Obama said something along the lines of, " man, how old are you, 18? If you're making that kind of money at 18 I am impressed" Either way I cannot praise the man enough for his integrity and even if you disagree with some of his policies or views you have to at least realize, Obama is a damned respectable human being with nothing but the most benevolent intentions for our country. He is a man that will work his hardest to achieve his goals and take them as far as I can.

My only criticisms of Obama I have come across so far.
1. during his town hall meeting in Missouri he repeatedly said "missoura"
2. He does not support gay marriage*

*The quote is from a Herald-Tribune article http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/10/24/news/dems.php
*a note on gay marriage, I've never been a huge advocate or like an equal rights fighter, but heck, I wouldn't mind it if gay people could get married, if any of my gay friends told me they intended to marry I'd be like "go for it dude" I kind of want my president to have the same mindset. Kind of like "this isn't my battle, but I'm going to stand up for it if it comes to my doorstep"

Beast

I've been doing some more dwelling on this regimented man vs manbeast type thing and have pinpointed what it is I am really looking for. I get the idea of the regimented man, the spartan raised since birth to kill who has experience in no other regards of life. I got that. The problem is though, no matter how a child is raised, whether it be by scientists, warriors or wolves, he is still human. I cannot figure out a way for the adversary of this warrior to be technically, specie-ally, human yet still be a natural beastlike killing machine. I need a way to dehumanize a person and make that person a direct adversary of the well regimented soldier. In what situation can a person be nothing but a beast but still technically a human? Of course in the plot the subject of humanity would be a large theme and the debate over whether or not the regimented soldier has become something other than human but my real problem right now is finding a character where the line between human and beast is indistinguishable and leans more towards beast, a lot more. AND I need the life steps that would be required to create that character. Somebody help me with this one, it's bugging me.