Saturday, November 26, 2005

well guys it seems that the captain's log is not going to be back for a while since i'm having writer's block (a dreadful disease that killed William Shakespear).so I don't know what to do, I don't know how to put pictures as a post, I don't know how to add music to my site, and I don't know how to add cool pictures as a wall paper. so any suggestions would be much abliged.
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Monday, November 21, 2005

The Future
O.k. reader the year right now that we are currently in in this post is 2035 A.D., and you and me are in a large room. You are at this very moment aiming at me with your weapon, I am at a computer about to activate a switch with the flicker of my finger that will detonate five hundred nuclear war heads that are placed all over the world and seventeen capsules that are placed on every country (including antartica)that let out a man mad deadly virus (by your truly) that kills its victoms in just thirty minutes. If you don't kill me all this will happen, if you do kill me you'll be killing three of your loved ones that had captured earlier and just told you to save myself. You have no allies, you have no super powers, and only one shot at me. What weapon would you have and what would you do and how would you do it and why?
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

HOW CAN YOU KILL AN IMMORTAL ?
If something is immortal than it can't die right, but does that mean that it will live forever? Until the end of time, but then how can time end if there is a measurable time span to see how long time has been gone? So if time can't end then does every thing just change without any end? if so how can anything not end and still change without it stopping a certain trait so that it can change into a different veriable? How is it that there are more questions than answers, that there are a lot of questions without answers or without human understanding? If your immortal then does that mean your invunrable, or do they change with the elements and get old and become deformed. Why do I ask questions that most people don't really care about? Well whatever I guess i'm just writting without any meaning or sense or ansewers.
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Monday, November 14, 2005

election poll
how many people here hate nathaniel hawthorne?
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Monday, November 7, 2005

O.k. guys I don't know if I should just tell you how captains log is going to end in a long summary or if I should just keep going with these long posts that no one ever cares to read, what do you guys think?
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Captain's log #3
Dear friend
I'm sorry I haven't been writing in you lately, but i've had trouble in doing so ever since mother became sick and I was burdened with the task of working.
I have the worst of news,today I heard that i'm being shipped to the outside saftey of the cavern to train to become a soldier like my father. Although I am being stationed at another location than my father I hope I will be able to see him, since I haven't seen him in at least five months already. I'm going to hide you in a little box under a board under my bed, since the officers don't allow any possessions from home. The only item they're allowed to have is a necklace that would remind you of your family, or so it says in the letter. I guess thats why the enemy calls our army the necklace brigade, they're the musicians in arms (because they always play songs when they are at rest or so my dad says in the letters he sends me). well it's been fun writting in you again old freind hope to do it again some time, Captain logging out.
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Saturday, October 29, 2005

any other requests from any one else?
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Thursday, October 27, 2005

A request from dark night ian
There once was a fluffy bunny who liked to eat turnips, and every day his mother would say "stop eating turnips all the time fluffy or you'll run in trouble". But fluffy bunny didn't care he just kept eating and eating. One day his mother decided to stop feeding him turnips since he didn't want to stop on his own, but instead of eating something else fluffy bunny stopped eating period. After two days of not eating every thing fluffy bunny began to get sick and thought it was because he had stopped eating turnips, so that night he snuck out and followed his nose to a near by garden. There he saw garden with vegetables of every kind and even his favorite turnips, but what he didn't know is that the garden belonged to a ranchero that had recently being drinking in a little party (which every ranchero has at his ranch every once in a while that lasts from nightfall to the early hours of the morning) and was carrying a fire-arm. Well the ranchero quickly took aim at fluffy bunny and since fluffy was such a hard target he was only wounded and bled to death, what a slow painful experience that was for fluffy until he passed away. The ranchero then walked up to the bunny skinned it and cleaned it and apperantly at it. What he didn't know of course is that fluffy bunny was sick and soon the ranchero did of illness. the end.
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I've gotten so tired of writting what I want, so how about writting what every body else wants. any suggestions from any body?
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Captain's log #2
I have seen what most have unseen in the belly of the cave, past the spring where most do not dare to venture past. I saw small furry creatures with wings like a demons and insects of all sorts, they were scurrying and flying about as if the light from my torch scared them. The cave was huge, the large hole was big enough for a giant to live in, and just as dark and difficult to walk in. I had slipped and scrapped my knee along my little adventure but it was all worth while, because I found a door at the very end of the cave though I could not open it. I saw writings on the cave walls near the door, they seemed as if they were drawn by a child and in a pattern. It seemed to go from the left to the right the first of the pictures was what looked like a small man next to a door. The second was the same man with a sharpened stick next to another little man with a sharpened stick but the second little man had a red mark on his face. The third picture was the same stick figure but with a larger identical one that was holding it’s hand while it was laying horizontally. The fourth picture was of the same figure only it was holding a key, and the last one had the figure with a crown next to a pink figure with a some kind of staff. They seemed like something my sister would draw, if she would have had any thing to right with. After seen the inside of the cave and returning to what I called my “temporary home” I went to sleep and woke up to you, and so here I am writing in you. If only there were some kids my age to play with unfortunately they are all working to earn money for their families, fortunately for me my mother and father earn enough money to at least put the sufficient amount of food on the table for us. As for me I Captain Jesus Garza the 4th am signing off my log for now.
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