Open season
Shoot, shoot
Inching so quietly, through, through
Killer of society, you
You'll catch me or find me soon

Open season
Shoot, shoot
The murder they make us do
A haunting so madly, you
I'm slipping so slightly through you

Hold my arms breaking
Hold my hand, make me
When there's nothing you know worth surviving

Fall away and leave forever
Take my life so they can never see the light
I don't believe in trying to live without a reason

Yeah, how can we fight against this world
You've got to know
Do we fight against this world
You've got to
Can we survive against this world

Hunting season
Shoot, shoot
Escaping the payment, through and through
Heavens colliding, you
Sisters and whispers, through and through

Hold my arms breaking
Hold my hand, make me
When there's nothing you know worth surviving

Fall away and leave forever
Take my life but we will never see the light
I don't believe in trying to live without a reason again

Ride on me
Run through me
Where I'm hiding, you'll never find me
A world calling an army inside me
Please help me, you'll never find me
A light on me, a bullet inside me
Again and again and again

Yeah, how do we fight against this world
You've got to know
Can we survive all four seasons
Hold on, together

Epic Korn

Question Of The Day

Did or did not the bug fall into my delicious bowl of beef vegetable soup after I quickly wiped it off my arm?

Oh well, extra protein.

Neighbourhood People

Spend enough time around anyone and you're bound to notice their behaviours - specifically, their quirks. As a resident in a downtown neighbourhood, I've certainly seen my share of odd things. Not that I myself am not odd - we're all dysfunctional in our own way - and that goes double for us city people - but mine's a story for another time.

I don't consider myself to be a very judgemental person, so when I notice people in my neighbourhood doing things that I find strange, it's not something that I would think less of them for. I'm just a bit of a people watcher, naturally curious of humans and their behaviours. Most of the crazy stuff (people breaking into cars/miscellaneous downtown bullshit) is caused by people that are passing through, and that happens everywhere. I'm talking about the people that I run into day after day and what I've noticed.

The first person that comes to mind is the guy that lives a few houses over. Because he's on a corner, I can see his backyard from mine. Many a morning I've been woken up because of this guy yelling "Go home!" continuously. I notice that he leans over his porch railing and looks to his backyard, so I assume it's a stray cat or something he's screaming at. The amount of effort he puts into continuously shouting that one phrase has always made me laugh.

And since we're on the topic of loud, unwanted noises, I swear that if satan had a dog, it would sound like the one that lives next door to me. If you're standing outside and it's relatively quiet, this dog's bark will make you think there's a 600 lb. bear on the other side of the fence. To this day, I've still never been able to get a good look at it. It's a sneaky bastard, for sure. It gets good and close to you before saying hello.

Late at night, around midnight, I usually go for a short walk. Nearly every time that I go out, I notice there are a few elderly people always hanging out in their garage. No biggie. Except the garage door is about halfway open, they are sitting in complete darkness at a small table, and doing something in the dark (although, definitely not sex). There's one man who is constantly getting up and carrying something to and from the table. I just don't understand what they could be doing with absolutely no light to see. What's weird is that sometimes when I walk by, they close the door when they see me, and apparently continue to sit there in the dark. Maybe they're scared I'm going to rob them or something. Maybe they're making crystal meth. Maybe they just like to sit in the dark. I don't know. I really don't get it.

The girl a few houses over from them is always on the computer infront of a large window with no curtains. She has the lights on inside the house at night, so basically anyone looking out their window or passing by can see the entire first level of her house. These are just things I notice while walking by. I don't know if anyone else feels the same way, but I would never want strangers to be able to see me chilling in my living room at all times, nevermind seeing the rest of my home.

Living near a women's shelter also attracts a lot of angry husbands and boyfriends to the neighbourhood. Thankfully, the cops are on top of it, but I really wish they didn't always have to be around.

Anyway, I'm tired.

Full Of Blue

The birds are in the bathroom making chocolate cake
I am throwing pennies waiting for you to wake, for you to wake
Thunderclouds are telling me to hold onto you
They don't know that I am swollen and full of blue, and full of blue
Birds know something I don't know, it's going to rain
So I will make some pie and leave for the train, leave for the train
Never know the way to leave unless you're asleep
Remember the laughing days for they are to keep, they are to keep...

Kelly De Martino

Teacher, I Know Leprechauns

You and I we have a lot in common. Maybe you can help me with my search for Leprechauns. I don't know why, cos I don't have the time. But I hear some are hangin' around by the coast of Ireland. Smoking and drinking in their tiny colonies. Breeding to employ the rainbows. I am dark and I am scary. That's why I sit at the back of the classroom. When you have the time I can tell you a story.

Teacher, I know Leprechauns. I know of Leprechauns.

You and I are full of first world garbage. Overflowing, gagging from the lies that we believe. Living in times of big spending and big deficits. And the commercials are taking up my memory. If I'm honest then I'm here for the girls and their release. My heart is my own but my mind is leased. Spend all my time fighting an enemy that doesn't sleep. Forcing a smile through lies and words that are cheap.

Hey Teach, I know Leprechauns. I know of Leprechauns. And the iniquities of their gold. It's all the poorer for my soul if my treasure is in this world. Where the love has gone cold. Teacher, I know Leprechauns. I know of Leprechauns. They say that it won't be long.

You and I have a role in this story. Maybe if you can't handle all the plot holes we can kill off your character. I am good at what it is that I do. All day I'd love to stay and argue. I fight for good but am growing weary. And I have differences with my reality. So now the Leprechauns keep me company.

Everything is not so impossible, you of little faith. I once thought that you may have seen me. But I know you can't. You really couldn't have.

Omen

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
the time is coming

Dan says:
i know

Dan says:
:S

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
dont be afraid

Dan says:
i'll try not to

Dan says:
are you?"

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
yes

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
very

Dan says:
prepared?

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
what can be prepared

Dan says:
true...

Dan says:
i shall see you on the other side...

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
ill be waiting

Dan says:
whereabouts?

The Girl In The Green Jacket- Who cares about Susan Boyle? says:
under the oak tree

Dan says:
ok

Lulz

“I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me…it was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view. It had to be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was near anyone else.

One day her ‘little’ sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn’t overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.

Well, I was in total shock, and couldn’t say a word. She said, “I’m going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.”

I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, “We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn’t ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.”

The moral of this story is simple. Always keep your condoms in your car.”

Mmm...

I can remember a time some years back when I had a virtually unlimited supply of recently expired Reese Peanut Butter Cups at my fingertips. Boxes of them filled the closet, which was wonderfully convenient for me since a) that meant I didn't have to walk to the store to buy goodies and b) even if I did want to go to the store, chances are that I didn't have the money to buy goodies anyway. It was inevitable that I would begin to consume the most chocolate/peanut butter that I ever had in my life up to that point.

But it wasn't like I just sat around and ate these things. They were just always there to snack on. After we ran out and I had no choice but to stop eating them, it took about a month before I could think about those dirty Reese Cups without feeling nauseous. I had reached the low point in my life where chocolatey, peanut buttery goodness no longer appealed to me. It was not good at all...

Thankfully, I'm now able to maintain some self control while around chocolate bars.

I Wanna Speak To Your Soul

Life presents interesting choices. With each new turn in my life, I'm always expecting something different of myself. New missions become necessary and there are additional goals to work toward. There is always a mission. For this reason, I'm always in over my head with everything I do, and sometimes it's hard to make choices. The redeeming quality of my life, however, has been that I've always understood what I want and need to accomplish in my lifetime. The problem becomes how to go about doing it.

Truth is, I think I'd be perfectly happy working as some type of social worker for the rest of my life, and spending all my free time making music, making love, tokin', and doing whatever else it is that I do. This would be a meaningful life for me, as it fits in well with my underlying motives.

The part of me that is more willing to sell my soul says that it would also be nice to be a rock star. Just think of all the potential influence I would have. I could do it, too. Last night, I had a dream containing an awesome song and, for the first time in my life, I was able to remember some of the lyrics and music when I woke up. I'm going to work it out into a full song with lyrics, and it will be badass. I do recall there being a female vocalist who sung beautifully, although I can't remember any of her words. The theme of the song was about meeting the devil. Typical.

The World In Dreams

As the world becomes increasingly unified economically, militarily, spiritually, and in all other matters, either out of goodwill or out of necessity, the world seen in dreams is becoming less of a dream and more of an achievable, tangible and necessary vision for the people of the world.

The world in dreams is made of the hopes, aspirations and goals of every individual human being, realistic or not, with the only limit being one's imagination. In one word, self-actualization, the quest to live to one's full potential, the fifth and final human need after all other needs have been met - basic needs (food, water, sleep), safety (not in danger, financial security), love (friendship, family, sex) and self-esteem (respect, confidence).

For many of the millions of people living in nations stricken by beasts of poverty and war, largely unable to reap the benefits of the interconnected majority, a sense of self-actualization is made all the more difficult to achieve. But, as technology continues to develop and the world gets smaller, much of what was once thought of as impossible is now possible, and for more people.

One valid question is whether or not we can or will ever truly reach that point. The easy answer and the good news is that we probably never will, because self-actualization actually requires us to keep pushing our boundaries and to evolve as thinking beings. Of course, in the way is the growing list of problems facing the world, many of which have resulted in nations coming together (the financial crisis, global warming, war), and many arising out of an interconnected world community (the balances of power, terrorism, war). There are big voices and little voices in the world, and we all know who gets to do the most talking.

The line between our world and the world in dreams continues to fade and the paradigm shift awaits. How we will all change remains to be seen.

Point #1

To exist is in itself a profound and wonderful gift. Regardless of how bad things may be going in life, and all the horrible aspects of it that can make us want to leave, the chance to be alive is a blessing that's worth all the pain and suffering we experience in this world. Sometimes, it just doesn't seem like it. We will all be dead much longer than we will be alive, unless...

Snow Days

Well, it appears that we're in the middle of a snow storm. It's funny because, if it weren't for the great many people in our society who know the weather forecast and compulsively tell me about it, I would've had no idea that the storm was even coming. I honestly didn't think it would be that bad, but I got my ass kicked when I stepped outside in defiance of the weather warnings. The wind was so sharp, and within a couple seconds my feet and head were throbbing from the cold. I actually lost one of my shoes in a snow bank on the way back to the door, which I realized when I stepped back into the snow wearing only a sock. It was perfect timing too, because I was already caught in one of those suffocating wind gusts that make it difficult to breathe. I was actually forced to utilize my core energies to summon the winds to a brief halt, in the form of several high-energy, kinetic bursts that drained me of all vitality and caused me to slam into the screen door and collapse onto the ground in a dramatic fashion. There I remained until an unsuspecting stray cat came walking through the snow and I was able to drain enough energy from it to walk again.

:)

Seriously though, the average snow storm isn't so bad. It's kind of nice how society is forced to take it easy for a couple of days. Sure, your vehicle may be lodged in the snow somewhere, and even if you could dig it out, you'd still have to clear away the 4-foot high pile of snow at the end of the driveway compliments of the plow, but shouldn't we at least rejoice at the prospect of missing work? Plus, it's times like these that bring families closer. Think of all those people taking turns shovelling driveways and sidewalks, and the bonding that comes with it. And then, when everything is over, we all just forget about it and go back to our selfish ways.

Oh, I'm still wondering what's going on with these numbers I've been seeing. It's been three weeks since I started seeing these triple and quadruple digit formations on the clocks all the time (i.e 2:22, 11:11, etc.). I know it's supposed to be some kind of subconscious thing, or something that happens when you follow a schedule and/or check the clock a lot. I'm not a clock watcher, but subconsciously I've been looking up and noticing this. It happens usually 5-6 times a day, like when I randomly wake up in the early morning, check the time, and see 4:44am. One thing I've noticed is that the last two times it's happened, I was thinking about stressful things. And what do you know - right now it's exactly 1:11am. Hmmm...government conspiracy?

Mr. Ghost and Robin Hood Economics

I decided to have a little nap after I arrived home from school today, mostly because I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night and I was exhausted. I'm a night person, so it's usually very difficult for me to fall asleep before midnight, and this can present a problem the next day when I'm up for 6am. Anyway, my cozy, dark room seduced me to sleep this afternoon and I had a re-occurring dream that I haven't had in quite awhile. It was about my grandparent's old house, and this ghost that dwells there. Only, the ghost is more like a pet, like a cat, in that it's a companion to everyone who lives in the house, but is territorial and quite dangerous to outsiders. And guess who's always the visitor in these dreams that the ghost is hostile towards? Typical.

Now, depending on your personal views, dreams either have meaning or they don't. It seems a little weird to be writing about one, but I've always been interested with the way things develop over time in re-occurring dreams, regardless of how unimportant they may be. For example, this was the first time I actually had a discussion with the ghost and, quite frankly, the ghost's intelligence and advanced vocabulary really made me question how my brain would be able to put all of it together. Ever get that?

So, as I roamed throughout the house like little Danny in The Shining, curiously exploring hallways and rooms that never actually existed, with full knowledge that the ghost loathed me and was watching, I came to the room farthest away from everybody and proceeded to raid a fridge full of food, only to find it all spoiled. When I tried to go back, the ghost shut the door and began speaking to me in anger. Must have been his room. I became paralyzed and floated up towards the roof, where the ghost placed me in some kind of void where I could not interact with reality. The reason? I had to be set aside so that the ghost could leave and go tell God of his disdain for me; it said so! That may not sound too bad, but I had the most uncomfortable feeling throughout that whole void ordeal. Ugh. Perhaps it had something to do with the physics?

After I was released from the void, the ghost did a 180 and was actually kind to me. This is where things started to get weird, with regards to the ghost's capabilities, and I was constantly thinking to myself, "How the hell can my mind even conceive this?" All I can remember is us kind of floating around the neighbourhood having a talk. When I told the ghost I was in school pursuing a career in the social work field, it responded sternly with a "No." Apparently, I'm supposed to quit this course immediately and "major in Economics" instead. I pleaded with the ghost that my interest isn't there, and that I feel the path I'm taking is perfect for me, but it told me I'd have a much bigger impact *in the social work field* if I did. Hm...I don't know. I've never thought about doing that before - not once. My personal views with regards to economics are quite radical and not necessarily reflective of anyone elses', aside from maybe Robin Hood, but we'll see.

Would you trust the ghost/subconscious?

NPH

Some Neil Patrick Harris clips from Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay :D

Introduction To My Self-Help Programs

I must admit that I have a tendency to be extremely critical of others at times, although it's usually not without just cause. There are a great number of things that are permitted to thrive in this world that should completely piss off any decent human being, like willful ignorance. That, to name just one example, as well as the seemingly insignificant little hypocrisies and politics of life that otherwise go unnoticed by most people, hit me in the face like hurled piles of shit. There's something in the very fiber of my being that can find the flaws in anyone and anything.

I've actually accepted the idea that I may be an inherently negative person, because there is always money to be made from negativity. If I am able to successfully point out the flaws in everything, then it's only natural for someone like me to be in the business of creating self-help programs to assist people in dealing with these flaws. Now, in my defense, I have a good heart and I do my best not to judge, and I attack the right kind of problems, as you'll see in the examples to come. When it comes to self-improvement, some people could just do a lot better. Maybe you'll find that I'm wrong, but that could just be the willful ignorance talking.

Regardless, you should be thankful for people like me. It's people like myself that help you strive to be a better, less annoying person by making a point of how incompatible you are with life and those around you. Don't believe me? Still a skeptic? Well, I was a skeptic of just about any form of advice I gave to anyone, until I started writing self-help books. There's just something about having your words written down that suddenly validates them and makes them believable. Just read these testimonials from customers of my awesome self-help programs:

Dan,

I just finished your video program, "How Not To Be An Idiot - For Idiots", and I really feel it has made me a better person. I have learned to acknowledge people and say "thank you" to them when they go out of their way for me. You see, I never did this before because I was always in such a goddamn rush and thus persuaded people to believe that I had a cattle prod stuck up my ass.

I have also learned that some people around the world don't have access to the convenient things that I frequently take for granted, like food and water, a warm home, relative safety, and so forth. Now I feel terrible for all the times I've bitched at my wife when there wasn't any beer in the house and for the times when I nearly hit children while speeding through school crossing zones on my way to get some.

I am currently about half way through your other book, "Common Sense For The Common Senseless", and I can't wait to pass the final test and have my certificate sent to me in the mail!

Thank you! You've absolutely changed my life!

-James


They say the first step towards rehabilitation is admitting your problem. Unfortunately, that's not always enough. Sometimes stupidity is genetic or, at the very least, heavily encouraged by those around you, and you can't seem to break free. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just don't pass the test. And that's why James selflessly donated his brain to our lab three weeks after I received his letter. His dying wish was for all children to be born with common sense. How inspiring!

Our next letter comes from a celebrity of sorts:

Hello there!

When one of your self-help programs was recommended to me by a close business associate, I completely dismissed it as junk because, well, I'm famous and at the time I felt that I had it all and didn't need the advice of some 22 year old guy (and especially not a Canadian). But one night when I was down in the dumps and standing on the balcony of my 16th story hotel room ready to end it all, I decided to give life one more chance and gave your CD a listen. All I can say is, WOW, did it ever change my perspectives!

I'm still relatively famous, but I have almost no credibility among the educated and most people only pay attention to me because I'm an attention-seeking troll that will say anything to cause controversy, especially in my books or on live television. As you can see, I have a lot of people to stir up, and I can't just stop now. As a result, the only thing that changed after I finished your program was that I stopped believing my own lies. Now I just lie because it's what people expect. I'm really sorry, but I have a lot of money riding on this personality of mine. But, if I can be honest, sometimes when I'm spewing my ignorance on CNN or Fox News, I think about you sitting there watching, totally catching me every time I contradict myself and seeing every flaw in my completely uninformed opinions, wanting to reach through the camera to strangle me, and it really makes me sad. But, I've already ordered another one of your programs to help me, entitled "Prozac and Denial: Your Guide To Happiness". I hope this will help me reach some sort of compromise in regards to this situation.

Oh, and are you single? You know, I really am a woman.

Sincerely,

Anne Coulter


I'm glad I could help you, Anne, but there's nothing you can do or say that will ever convince me you weren't once a man, and that essentially ruins any possibility of us being in a relationship together. By the looks of things, the surgery didn't go too well.

That was just a small sampling of testimonials I have received from plenty of very satisfied customers. Here are some of my other self-help programs that were not mentioned, which may be of some interest to you:

Sports Cars, Multi-Million Dollar Homes & White Collar Work: Your Guide To A Complete Social Penis Extension

The Cupcake Conspiracy: How To Sleaze Huge Cash Payouts From Corporations By Blaming Them For Your Chronic Obesity & Related Health Problems

The Michael Jackson Indictment Game: How To Bring Forth Believable Molestation Claims, Receive Mainstream Media Attention & Win Millions Of Dollars Through Plea Bargaining (comes with a model of Michael, his Neverland ranch, home and personal airplane, and a young boy, so you may re-enact the molestation several times and get your story straight for the investigators)

Evidence For Stupid

As I've learned, being under the influence of marijuana has a tendency to cause even the most menial and simplest of tasks to become utterly complex, painfully time-consuming catalysts for deep inner reflection. So, usually, I try to focus, keep things simple, and go twice as fast as I normally would in order to keep things moving along and avoid losing myself in the reflection of a spoon.

I've also learned that there is only a limited amount of space inside the refrigerator, and certain items have to go in certain spots in order for everything to fit properly. Some might think a full fridge is a good problem to have, and it is, but mine consists of about 60% packaged food/drink and 40% empty packages, empty jugs/cartons, and about ten or so jars of different condiments that are rarely used or I'm afraid to touch. So since the fridge is rarely cleaned out and space is always an issue, it's difficult to introduce new items, like say a jar of strawberry jam.

To me, a jar of strawberry jam is a high priority item. It's up there with milk, bread, eggs and bacon as my personal food staples. A jar of strawberry jam deserves a place of it's own.

Everything I've said kind of ties in to a stoner moment that I had today. Being in the rush that I was to eat my p&j sandwich, as if I had 60 seconds to eat a sandwich or die on the spot of starvation, I sinned and tucked the jar of strawberry jam in the milk jug's spot in an attempt to save myself some time. I really thought that I was clever in leaving the problem of rummaging for space for someone else. Whoever returned the milk jug would be doing some serious re-arranging, but it wouldn't be me. I'd be enjoying my sandwich. Except that didn't happen, because then I realized I had already taken out the milk and the jug was still sitting beside my full glass.

This is what Mary will do to you.

I've realized that there is an ever-growing list of things a person shouldn't do while high, and that includes staring at your pet while listening to dark songs focusing on complex spiritual matters. I was half convinced my rabbit was communicating to me through the vocals, telling me he's been my spirit guide all along and was about to whisk me away into another reality. It would kinda make sense, though.

It's also good to remember to check that your headphones are actually plugged in to the computer before you open the volume controls, fiddle with the settings, and think hard about why everything is muted when the controls tell you otherwise, because chances are you were too stoned to remember to plug in your fucking headphones.

Thoughts On Mary

I wonder just how many people in this world have malfunctioning alarm clocks. The alarm clock not sounding is this persistent problem that never seems to go away, but I say it's a conspiracy. It's either that or there needs to be one massive recall. People everywhere are suffering needlessly when they could be arriving on time for work or school or...church. Personally, I don't go to church, but that's because no one could possibly share the same beliefs as I do. And if you think you know someone who does, keep an eye on them.

OoOoOoOo, scary.

That alarm clock line really is an odd excuse though, in that despite it's ultimate lameness, it seems to have remained relatively believable even in a time where the same, sad excuses are used repeatedly and people lose sleep thinking of better ones. I've been there, and I think the excuse that I don't use an alarm clock (and thus missed our very important appointment by no fault of my own), while almost as lame, is better than the excuse that says I do have one but I'm too much of a dipshit to have the dial set to an audible volume and ensure it's set on "AM" and instead I have to use this terrible excuse that the machine just didn't work. That's right - the machine fucked up. Not me.

People really like movies. Maybe life would be more popular if it were like the movies. Maybe things would be more interesting if we had music to go along with every moment of our lives, like some danger music before an epic battle. Yeah, that would be sweet. Maybe some narration from Samuel Jackson, too, if you're cool enough. But I doubt it.

Haha, I'm such an asshole. Always making jokes at the expense of others. But in all seriousness, you're going to have to let that one slide. It's just that there is yet to be found a person as cool as Samuel Jackson. It just hasn't been done. So don't get all emo and offended because I stated the obvious.

making half an attempt at writing properly makes everything look and sound too proper. i do when i blog, but i really don't like it anymore. the message i want to convey usually comes out better in lowercase and a more relaxed version of english. but, it's either i write semi-properly or come off as an illiterate asshole, potentially oblivious to the location and purpose of caps lock...as well as my brain.

Mary is such a warm, loving woman. I really do enjoy spending time with her.

Plug

This is a neat website application that supposedly uses numerology to show you what your name means. It even knows your destiny! Guaranteed to make you sound more interesting.

All in fun. I had to use my full birth name instead of what I commonly go by so that people don't think I'm evil. Here's mine:

You entered: daniel ****** ***** ******

There are 23 letters in your name.
Those 23 letters total to 88
There are 9 vowels and 14 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:

Welsh	Male	Attractive. A translation of the Welsh name Deiniol.
Irish	Male	Attractive. A translation of the Gaelic name Domhnall.
Hebrew	Male	God is my Judge. The biblical prophet and writer of Book of Daniel was a teenager when taken to Babylon after the destruction of Jerusalem in 607 BC. He survived two death sentences: (a lions' den and a fiery furnace.); Frontiersman Daniel Boone.
Biblical	Male	Judgment of God; God my judge

Your number is: 7

The characteristics of #7 are: Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.

The expression or destiny for #7:
Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.

If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.

Your Soul Urge number is: 11

A Soul Urge number of 11 means:
With the 11 Soul Urge, much of your thinking and interests relate to the abstract, the spiritual, and utopian dreams. You are motivated toward idealistic concepts, and the sharing of your ideas and concepts with humanity. This number is not one that is giving in a material or a practical sense, but rather one who desires to help mankind with a more abstract commodity such as religion, spiritualism, occult studies, or even psychic abilities.

If you possess the positive 11 Soul Urge traits, you have a dream of the perfect world; you are highly idealistic and inspirational. Your inner strength and devotion to your beliefs are extremely strong. You have a very good mind that is especially well equipped to handle the higher, more abstract forms of thought.

If there is an excess of 11 energy in your makeup, you may possess some the negative 11 traits. There is a tendency for the 11 to produce considerable amounts of nervous tension which is bought on by a very high level of awareness. You may be too sensitive and overly emotional. In some cases, these sensitivities and emotions are quite repressed, and this tends to add even more to the sense of nervousness in the makeup.

The strong 11 is not a very practical person because of the extreme idealism; often, there is a degree of self-deception present. There is usually a rather fixed idea of right and wrong held by those showing strong 11 traits, and with this very often is a resulting attitude of inflexibility.

Your Inner Dream number is: 5

An Inner Dream number of 5 means:
You dream of being totally free and unrestrained by responsibility. You see yourself conversing and mingling with the natives in many nations, living for adventure and life experiences. You imagine what you might accomplish.

Pretext For The Disaster

Well, it appears that writing just hasn't been a priority for me since about mid-November of last year. I guess that's partially due to my unwillingness to commit to any ideas requiring too much brain power - a testament to my frequent lack of motivation. I've been thinking about the kind of things I could accomplish if I was motivated enough. I have a little mental list going. I could make better use of my time, for one, and work towards accomplishing more things that are important to me. I think that would include being a rock star (hence Dan Rockstar) because we all know it's better to voice opinions through music than to voice them without music like some boring politician. Well, unless your Barack Obama and musicians make songs that are kinda about you.

So, the point is, I've come to understand the reason behind my lack of motivation. I should have known it all along! It's so simple. When I started this blog, I never bothered to write a Mission Statement! We all know that every blogger needs a Mission Statement, if only to provide a general outline and remind that person why they bother writing in the first place.

Wait. I'm not sure you're totally grasping the concept. MISSION STATEMENT. Very official and formal. A clear outline. Words to write by.

I encourage every blogger to come up with their own Mission Statement to further justify long hours of internet use and boosting of ego ( i.e growth of e-penis). So, here is the *OFFICIAL* and most formal MISSION STATEMENT for Puppet Show. Finally.

Puppet Show Mission Statement/Pretext for the Disaster

Written by: Dan

Once upon a time, I was conceived by accident. Years passed as I grew into a menacing little bastard toddler who enjoyed sticking utensils into VCR's, throwing every remote control into the trash, and slapping his grandmother in the face. Then as I grew older, I learned that this type of behavior was unacceptable and was convinced by the others to behave differently. Older still, I began to realize how disappointing the world had turned out to be and considered a life of crime. Maturing slightly, I chose to be poetic instead, but soon realized that I couldn't express myself properly within the confines of rhyme and verse. More years passed and I became overwhelmed by my opinions to the point where I truly believed I was crazy. Then I had an epiphany where I realized how out of line the world is, and how I had wrongly doubted myself. Now I am armed with a pen* and paper**, and no mercy.

The content featured on this blog is:

• only 99% original, for liability purposes

• riddled with evidence supporting the notion that I should be institutionalized

...and was created entirely without the influence of drugs, alcohol or demonic possession. How about that!

*keyboard
**blog

Disclaimer: Puppet Show does not endorse the abuse of grandmothers, nor do we consider the insertion of metal objects into electrical devices as a safe or acceptable activity. We do, however, morally support the continued struggle against the television for it's control over humanity.