Signs

I walk on the horizon. And I love it. Being a jackass isn't the hardest thing on earth. I know. But it is the most fun thing to do. A problem? All that's needed is a sign. A universal sign. But then again, when your job is a diplomat, you just can't do that.

Dark Symbolic

I finally found out what my favorite electronic music is called. It's called Euro Trance. I've always liked how it's always made me feel like a drunk narcotics junkie who has the presence of mind of an assassin that's about to assassinate his target in a nightclub packed with revelers, dancing around, oblivious to the loss of life that's about to take place. He doesn't know hie victim, and neither does the victim know him. It makes him feel like a person of great talent in killing, but also one that is so mentally disturbed, that salvation only lies in the sound of the next bullet leaving the muzzle of his gun, impacting his next victim, living another day to serve his boss's business empire. Every woman that makes contact with him is nothing more than a tool he can use to finish his next job. He goes around driving a black Mercedes E class, while wearing an expensive suit. All of this takes place in a nightclub somewhere in central Europe.

He has no family. He never knew his. He has no childhood, just a life of a grown man. He can't remember his past. All he knows is that, the vision he saw when he opened his eyes to the light of the world, he was dressed up, receiving his first instructions to kill, from his boss. That was the beginning of life for him.

But in spite of it all, he is still human. A human capable of compassion like no other. One who prays, and seeks guidance from the one above. One who believes in Karma. One who is ready to die a violent death for all that he has done.

It is this mental space that scares him. No one he knows has the ability to kill without hesitation, yet remain human. To feel emotions.

What is he?

Music means many things to many people. To some, it serves as a mirror. No one is safe from bipolar. Everyone has it, but only in varying degrees.

Shopper

I just realized one thing. I'm a comfort shopper. Like how some people like to eat when they're feeling the blues, I like to just go shopping and walk out of there with something that I like. But thankfully, though I am in love with items with price tags the size of Jupiter, I'm relatively easy to please. All that was needed to do the trick was a Disturbed shirt from the clearance section that cost me 5 bucks, and posters of Jimi Hendrix and Guns and Roses. I felt like Superman right after walking out of Volusia Mall. Seriously.

Tuesday

Today was an awesome day.

First up, I got to play with this. A smoke wind tunnel. We were running experiments to determine the relationship between the airfoil angle of attack and the stagnation point.



But me being me, when I had the controls, I did this. =)


I turned the airfoil all the way up just for laughs. But instead, the whole class got into a serious discussion about stalling properties, and back pressure. If you were at Fridays listening to my half drunk speech about aircraft stalls, you would know what I'm talking about. But to keep it simple, if your wing is at this angle, you are going to fall out of the sky like a rock.


Then, later on in the night, I attended a concert:



It was an amazing concert. I got to see two of my favorite bands live in action, and they were awesome.

Stars

These are the sounds of the night,
I'm walking home and there's no one there.
The stars are shining bright tonight,
And they're leading me into another world.

MP4-12C

Can't wait to hear the sound of that 3.8 liter V8.

Democracy

Sometimes, in a democracy, it is the very same people who advocate it who drive the leader to a path of dictatorship. A dictatorship not born out of greed, but a dictatorship born out of the need to get things done.

Bunch of donkey heads...