About This Blog:

As the title above states, this is my home page. This blog is open range when it comes to topics to talk about. It's also the place to talk about the goings-on about my life. It is meant to be funny, serious, and somewhere in between. Enjoy!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Decade To Remember


Well, all I can say is that this first decade of the 21st Century certainly was something. A decade riddled with drama, tragedy, success and triumph, technological break-throughs, etc.

Happy New Years everyone, from Michael with a "k"! May we hold the memories of this past decade dear to our hearts. Let's kick-off the new year and decade with a good attitude!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Rotting Away in So-lame, Oregon...


Well, I finally got something to post on here. However, this time it might not be so pleasant so reader discretion is advised(?).

So technically, it is still winter break for the college and high school students. And it will be over in a day or two after New Years... So a bunch of my friends I went to high school with are back in town. So what should I be doing? I should be spending time with them right? Well that's apparently not the case right now! The last time I even spent time with my friends was when I went to someone's home to watch the Las Vegas Bowl football game with Oregon State and BYU (epic win for BYU by the way! Sorry Beaver fans!).

So let's settle the score:

What have I done for my friends lately?

Well let's see:

1.) I went through the trouble of delivering Christmas gifts for their whole families WITHOUT getting anything in return.

2.) I drove one friend and his twin brother to a lunch gathering.

3.) For another friend, I went through the trouble of re-delivering a Christmas gift I gave to him to share with his family only to forget to take it with him (We were both at someone else's home at the time).

Let's just put it this way: I put others before myself. I'm a humble person and I usually don't expect anything in return. But is it too much to ask NOT to be the one left out?! Is it too much to ask to spend quality time with good friends?!?! Good friends that are soon gonna go separate way?!?!?! I'm on the clock here myself! I'm gonna be going to a totally different country to serve a mission on behalf of the LDS church in February! Is it too much to ask people to find the time to hang out while there's still time?! Being the person that's currently NOT going to school, I've got all the time I need!

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm saying that the friendship between me and a few people are on thin ice. I can understand family matters and such. And yes, before you say it, 'Families come first'. But you won't believe some of the excuses I've heard...

The definition of a hypocrite is an individual who practices hypocrisy, which in turn is the claim or pretense of holding beliefs, feelings, standards, qualities, opinions or virtues that one does not actually possess.

The definition of a backstabber is a traitor or hypocrite, such as a co-worker or friend assumed trustworthy but who figuratively attacks when one's back is turned.

On the topic of backstabbery, allow to share a story of hypocrisy, a little bit of betrayal, backstabbery, and just one of the most stupidest excuses I've ever heard:

This took place 3 years ago, about 4 months after moving into Salem, Oregon. So I was invited to hang out with a friend downtown at a game & hobby store called Borderland Games. At the time, I did not have a driver's license so I had to get dropped off by my parents. I was waiting and waiting until lunch time came. I headed to the downtown mall across the street to get some lunch at the food court and then went back and waited some more. Two more hours go by and I just gave up. I went to the city bus station and went home, feeling down in the dumps.

My friend came up to me hours or days (I can't remember exact details) later to apologize to me. And his excuse was that his father wouldn't let him come downtown. Now here's the dumbest excuse of all time: His dad wouldn't let him call me to let me know that he couldn't make it. I mean how can it get any stupider than that!?!?!?!?! Did it ever occur to my friend that MY time was wasted?

Not a good way to start cultivating a brand new friendship.

So you know what I did? For year and a half or so, I called this "friend" of mine a backstabber even though what he did to me wasn't a true textbook example of a backstabber... And I always enjoyed his response:

"Hey! Hey! I said I was sorry!"

I'm not the kind of person to hold a grudge, but his stupid excuse was too good (bad) to pass up to "pay him back". But we remain good friends to this day. And this is the last time I'll ever bring this story up (especially if my friend ever reads this blog).

So right now, I'm rotting away in "So-lame" (Salem), Oregon until my mission departure date. All I ask for is quality time with my closest friends until we all go our separate ways for good...

Thanks for reading and like always, your words are always welcome in the comments section.

I'll see you readers and bloggers on New Years!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy (_Insert__holiday__here_.) From Michael With A "K"! Otherwise Merry Christmas From Michael With A "K"!



Dear fellow bloggers and readers,

I would like to wish you all a happy holiday season. Now choose amongst any of these holidays:

Merry Christmas (Or Happy Christmas!)!

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Kwanzaa!

Happy Solstice!

Happy Birthday (you know, just in case for those December birthdays).

(Now note that this ISN'T for the sake of political-correctness!)

Now unless I get a good blogger idea to rant about, I'll see you fellow bloggers and readers on New Years!

Oh! By the way, today's blog title is longest blog title (so far) in the history of my blog! Bring out the champagne, uh... I mean Martinellis!

Monday, December 21, 2009

B-log??? Fish Puns?!?!

Question: Who delivers Christmas gifts to shark pups???

Give up?

Answer: Santa Jaws!






Well, normally I blog with an inspiration or something, but I haven't had any ideas for a couple days now...

(Maybe it's the distraction of the holidays or something...)

I guess I'm out of ideas for the time being, so I'm gonna turn to you, the readers right now:

Eh, hem!

Well today's blog idea pretty much just kicked my bass. Now unless you wanna see me cast off my perch, drop me a line. I need ideas. And I'm not baiting you. So please hurry. Don't fillet! I'll see you, you'll sha shi me (I know, that was terrible. What are you looking at? You're dead!). What are you looking at!? Drop me a line! In the comments section please!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Marching Band; It's A Sport. And It's Got Just As Much Drama As The Next Sport!


20 Ways to know if your in a marching band: You know you're in a Marching Band when...

1.) You spend time in the band room practicing your music as fast as possible.
2.) You have a band shirt for each day of the week.
3.) All of your friends are music students.
4.) You walk down the hall in step with the person next to you, whether or not you know them.
5.) You conduct to everything on the radio.
6.) Your favorite song is by someone who died 100 years ago.
7.) You lettered in band... four times!
8.) You go to the movies to see the 30 second marching band scene.
9.) You eat lunch in the band room.
10.) You KNOW that marching band is a sport.
11.) You roll step down the halls... around your house... on the way home... etc.
12.) You are friends with the freshmen.
13.) You know all the cheerleaders' cheers.
14.) Your only social activity is the marching band.
15.) When you graduate, you don't really leave.
16.) The local music store knows you by name.
17.) You get upset while driving because your turn signal is not in time with the radio.
18.) You can relate to the term, "One time at band camp..."
19.) You sit in class, fingering your music on your pencil.
20.) You gladly wear a shirt that shows off how much of a Marching Band Student you are.

24 ways to know if you've been in marching band too long:

1.) You actually like marching band and would kill to do it all year long.
2.) The drummers start making sense to you.
3.) You have to stay in step with people around you while walking.
4.) You direct the songs on the radio.
5.) Playing "stare down" with the drum major is no fun anymore.
6.) You wonder what life would be like if you weren't in the band.
7.) You roll step while you walk to class.
8.) You practice your marching music on a daily basis.
9.) You think "Louie Louie" is the best song ever written.
10.) You major in music and use your high school band director as a role model.
11.) Those stupid "band humor" jokes are the funniest things you ever heard.
12.) You pick out instruments from the music in cartoons.
13.) You start screaming "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" to people that walk in front of you on the way to class.
14.) Drummers start making sense to you.
15.) You've dated everyone in the band and now wonder if you're ever gonna have another date.
16.) You think that trumpeters have a right to be egotistical.
17.) You don't think flutiest have a slight attitude problem.
18.) You change your instrument to the tuba.
19.) You have perfect pitch.
20.) The band director is always right.
21.) You marry that special someone in your section.
22.) You have kids and force them to be in music.
23.) Drummers make lots of sense to you.
24) You can relate to more than a fourth of these things!

So do you recall in one of my earliest post when I mentioned marching band as something that students may possibly lack commitment? Well, that is a prime example of something I call "Marching Band Drama". And that's what I'm gonna talk about today. And the only thing I'm gonna do is "attack" the individual sections that make up the marching band. Now before you go off barking about what's right and what's wrong, bare in mind that this is MY opinion based off the band program I took part in.

1.) Woodwinds; Flutes: Mostly consists of girls/young women (and dare I say mostly cute ones). But they're usually the least heard (in a musical sense) and usually the source of the drama, because let's face it: it' mostly women (and a little bit of an attitude problem).
2.) Woodwinds; Clarinets: Usually equal amongst the guys and the gals. Can be heard a little more than a Flute, but no by much. Not much else to say about them...
3.) Woodwinds; Saxophones: Like the Clarinets, there's equality amongst the sexes. They're usually the coolest woodwind section known to man and can occasionally induce some drama...
4.) Brass; Low Brass (Trombone, Baritone/Euphonium, & Tuba/Sousaphone): They're the main reason why you can't hear most of the woodwinds. Can be a bit obnoxious (and LOUD!) and may induce some of the drama. Division line present between the Tuba and the Trombones...
5.) Brass; High Brass (Trumpet & Mellophone/French Horn): Like the low brass, they're the main reason why you can't hear the majority of the woodwinds. All I can say is that you'll hear this section A LOT!!!
6.) Percussion/Rhythm; The Drumline (Snare Drum, Tenor Drums, & Bass Drums): The percussion section that's always on the move. They're the percussion group that you'll hear A LOT. Usually stereotyped as "the biggest jerks" in the band. They'll induce a good portion of the drama.
7.) Percussion/Rhythm; The Front Ensemble (a.k.a. the Pit): The percussion section that just stays put. Usually consists of members of the band that may play other instruments or people that just doesn't wanna march. Usually induces drama amongst itself due to members from another section in "regular band".
8.) Visuals; The Color Guard: Most of the time it consists of girls/young women. They twirl flags and other things and dance around the field. They're up there with the Flutes in the amount of drama induced. Mainly because they're the most stuck-up people in the entire band. Especially the ones that think they're pretty when they're not!
9.) Leadership; Section Leaders/The Drum Major(s): Now we all know that these select group individuals are the ones that set the bar for everybody else. They can go either way, depending on how good they are about commitment. Now if they're "corrupt", then that just opens a new set of doors to how chaotic a season will get.
10.) Leadership; The Director/Staff: It all depends on what kind of mood they're in because they're the "grown-ups". They'll usually breathe down on your necks if you're not careful.

Other general things:

When a guy and a girl goes into a relationship, rumors start flying around and followed by more drama amongst friends, siblings, etc.

In conclusion, marching bands have just as much drama as the next sport. It is an activity that can take a dramatic turn and should only be for the people that have the guts to do it and are willing to put forth the commitments of time.

Thanks for reading. If you have any questions, comments, or hate mail, drop me a line in the comments section, because I love being controversial!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Some People Are Stupid...


If you recall in my most previous post, I mentioned a quote about good writers that write all the time. Well, I also say that good writers write when they're mad. When I mean mad, I mean when they're angry at someone or something or even someones' stupid actions.

Well that's what I'm gonna do on today's post.

So just the other day, things went from very relaxed to very stressful for me. The reason I say is that I had to go pick up my dad from work. The problem was that I didn't have a car at home because I let my younger sisters take it so they can get to school (they don't want to ride the bus). To make matters a little more interesting, my youngest sister had an appointment with the family Orthodontist on that same day as well at 4 pm.

So I was expecting my sisters to get home sometime between 3 and 3:15ish. I then get a call from my youngest sister to inform me that she's got an Orthodontist appointment at 4 (which I already knew when I began my day) and that they were giving 3 friends rides home from school as well. I then called my dad to inform him of this (he gets off work at 3:30, by the way) and that I was probably gonna be a little bit late getting him.

So I was waiting, expecting my sisters to be home no later than 3:15. Well, by the time I check the clock again, it was already 3:30. I thought to myself, I should've been on the road by know. I call up my sister again and she informs me that they're still on the road (Why am I not surprised?). In the end it wasn't until 3:45 pm that my sisters got home. AND my youngest sister still had an Orthodontist appointment. So it was a scramble in getting her to the Orthodontist office and then picking up my dad from work before heading back to the Orthodontist office to pick up my sister (I got her there with 2 or 3 minutes to spare).

You would think that this is the end of the story but it isn't (cue dramatic music).

Hours later, my mom and went to the high school to watch my sisters play in the winter band concert. The concert was fine. It wasn't until after the concert that I was cheesed off again. While my mom and I were walking back to our car, we notice the car my sisters drove up in. It wasn't even 5 minutes before we noticed that one of the back windows were opened, IN THE DRIZZLING RAIN!!! My sister (most likely the older one) drove up to the school and didn't even notice that she left one of the back windows open until I called her and chewed her out about it!!!

You know, I've let a lot of things slide, but what my sister pulled on this day was totally unacceptable. I suppose it's natural though. Don't get me wrong, I love my sisters to death but they can be arrogant sometimes. They can be total bean-heads/buffoons/etc.

And it's not just them. People all around can be stupid at various things (ie. driving, school, time commitments, etc.). People tend to fail at keeping to time commitments, over complicate things, and just doesn't use common sense. It's like one my biggest pet peeves. But that's how the world runs these days...

Questions? Comments? Hate mail??? Drop me a line and blogspot dot com, uh, I mean the the comments section.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Blog? Rants?? What's All This About???


So while I was attending church today, someone came up to me and said "Blog? Rant? What's all this about?" all because he saw a status on my Facebook page. Well, I have a blog don't I?!?!?! But you know what? Now that I think about it, I could have been a little more detailed in my introductory post.

So the reason I decided to start a blog was because I knew that a close friend of mine had one and he had some funny things. But for me, this goes back to my senior year in high school. Several of my teachers had blogs on Blogger that students can refer to when it comes to remembering homework, upcoming tests and quizzes, and what we went over in class on that day. When I wanted to comment or ask a question, I had to first get a Blogger account. Not too long after I opened up an account on Facebook, I figured I might as well make a blog page or two since I have an account on Blogger.

As it turns out, I see that many people have blogs. Especially from individuals you wouldn't even expect. And when you find out, curiosity apparently kicks in and you want to read their blog. Then, you start to know things about people you never would have known before. I decided to put up a blog (or two) because I feel the need to exercise my mind in an almost recreational way, and tap into the part of my mind that has just so much to say.

"Great writers write all the time"
- A great English teacher I had (and probably someone else that REALLY coined this quote.

Now that I think about it, I did enjoy writing. Especially in school, where it was required. Call me crazy, but I saw it as a way to express my feelings and opinions about the topic or subject that we were studying. My only regrets were the few times I succumbed to laziness and completely bombed SOME of my writing assignments. What can I say? Some things were difficult subjects to write about! That, plus not following through with "writing all the time" part often. But this is different. After 15 posts (not counting this one), I am really enjoying this. This blog can be a number of things. It can be personal stories I don't mind sharing, a rant, some kind of history, something that might inspire you (such as a song, or maybe a different persons' story). You never know until the final work is right before your eyes.

Thanks for understanding! And don't forget to check out my other blog dedicated to my love for aviation at http://mwithakaviation.blogspot.com/; complete with photo galleries, aviation stories, aviation disaster references, and aviation film reviews!

Questions? Comments? Future topic suggestions? Drop me a line in the comments section.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Winter Sucks! (In Salem, Oregon...)


Yeah, the title of this post speaks for itself. But you can guarantee that I won't become an Atheist any time soon.

So the past week or so has been a cold one as far as I know. Temperatures have been hovering around the mid thirties (in Fahrenheit by the way, if you were wondering.) and has gotten below freezing at night. Now keep in mind that THE SKY WAS CLEAR! NO CLOUDS!

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm saying that winter time really sucks here in Salem, Oregon and pretty much the majority of the Willamette Valley. If you recall, I mentioned in a previous post stuff about the Willamette Valley. In it, I mentioned that between the months of November and April of next year, it is very wet as well as 1-3 inches of light snow falls a year and major snowstorms occur only a couple times a decade.

So here's the problem:

When it's cloudy here in the valley, the rain clouds that WE DO get in addition to the surrounding mountains traps whatever heat is rising from the ground. Therefore, it raises the overall temperature and THEREFORE prevents the rain dripping from the clouds to freeze into snowflakes. But when the temperature DOES get to freezing, it's usually clear because there's no clouds to really trap the whatever amounts of heat rising from the ground. All in all, winter time here sucks!

So just 24 hours ago (in relationship to the date and time of this post), there was a weather forecast that called for freezing rains and slight chance of snow with the system moving up north along the valley floor. So I turn on the television to see the latest weather updates ONLY to find that the most of the weather system suddenly made a spiral towards the northeast, therefore missing the Salem area completely before it dissipated somewhere over the Cascades.

Believe me, I love the snow. If you live in a state that borders Idaho, Utah, Montana, Wyoming, or possibly northern California, and for some reason, you get almost no snow in the winter time, then there's something really wrong with where you currently reside! We got lucky around this time last year. An arctic blast pounded the valley and we ended up taking an extra week off school (in addition to the two weeks the school district set aside for us). We got about a foot and a half of snow (which froze into a mix with ice) and the power was lost in some areas of town (including us). By far the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it.) winter since moving here! The sad thing about this winter (so far) is that it is just as cold as it was last winter.

In closing here my top five reasons why I hate winter time in Salem, Oregon:

1.) It rains a lot more than it snows.

2.) The rain makes the day more depressing (it's no wonder that major cities in the Pacific Northwest usually have a depression and suicide rate that's higher than the national average.).

3.) When IT DOES snow, it usually doesn't last long (on the ground and in the air).

4.) Everybody else that's belly aching about wanting a school closure (see this post. They only say out of laziness).

5.) Once Christmas and New Years passes, what else is there to really enjoy?! (This one usually applies to any place whether it snows or not.)

(I think I'd better explain #5 a little...)

What I mean to say is that if you're a student (or pretty much anyone in the matter), you enjoy the month of December because there are multiple holidays to enjoy and you're doing more special things than you do compared to the rest of the year. Then, all of sudden, BAM! You're dreading the month of January because of final exams (or post mortem from the previous year whether it's business related, taxes, etc.) and what not. Then it's pretty much a slug fest to the bitter end (At least there's Spring Break, the end of the school year and summer vacation that follows immediately to look forward to.). And then in February, all you have to look forward to is Valentines Day IF you got that "special someone" to share it with.

So what can I say? Winter sucks here in Salem, Oregon. I said it once and I'll say it again: The valley is probably not the best place for me to live. Thanks for reading!

Oh! By the way, for those of you that were wondering, it's currently above freezing right now, and forecasts called for temperatures around the mid forties this upcoming week!

Questions? Comments? Hate mail? Topic suggestions? Please type them up in the comments section.

One more thing:

Hope you like the slight change to the blog page. I decided to go with more colors on the fonts while retaining the black background.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Silent Night, No Cannons Roar...

Once again, I apologize for the lack of a decent picture to go along with this post and the few before. I really don't want to parody any of my more serious blog posts. So don't expect a picture or an illustration on my most serious material. I'll be saving those for the funny stuff.

Now then, on to business.

So two or so blog post ago, I told you I'd get back to the stories of the Christmas Truce that occurred in World War I. Well, here it is. Here's the link to the YouTube video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9r6plyLisw

And here are the lyrics just for your benefit:

1915 on Christmas Day
On the western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud on bags of sand
We heard a German sing from no man's land
He had tenor voice so pure and true
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring or the the living dead and dammed
The German sang of peace from no man's land

They left their trenches and we left ours
Beneath tin hats, the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, cigarettes, and pots of wine
We built a soldier's truce on the front line
Their singer was a lad of twenty-one
We begged another song before the dawn
And sitting in the mud and blood and fear
He sang again the song all longed to hear

Silent night, no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
In Nineteen and Fifteen in no man's land

And in the morning all guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
At night they charged we fought them hand to hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land

Silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
And that young soldier sings
And the song of peace still rings
Though the captains and all the kings
Built no man's land
Sleep in heavenly peace


Indeed the song was about the unofficial cessations of hostilities in World War I. Rather than tell you about the stories and the legacy left behind, I'll let you read about it for yourself:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_truce

It is indeed a heart-touching story. May we all cherish these historical stories. May we all remember the feeling of brotherhood. May we all remember that good things can come out of even the worst of times. In closing, allow me to share the same transcription of portions of a letter written by an unknown British soldier that you'll also see in the link just above. The letter begins:

This will be the most memorable Christmas I've ever spent or likely to spend: since about tea time yesterday I don't think there's been a shot fired on either side up to now. Last night turned a very clear frost moonlight night, so soon after dusk we had some decent fires going and had a few carols and songs. The Germans commenced by placing lights all along the edge of their trenches and coming over to us—wishing us a Happy Christmas etc.

They also gave us a few songs etc. so we had quite a social party. Several of them can speak English very well so we had a few conversations. Some of our chaps went to over to their lines. I think they've all come back bar one from 'E' Co. They no doubt kept him as a souvenir. In spite of our fires etc. it was terribly cold and a job to sleep between look out duties, which are two hours in every six.

First thing this morning it was very foggy. So we stood to arms a little longer than usual. A few of us that were lucky could go to Holy Communion early this morning. It was celebrated in a ruined farm about 500 yards behind us. I unfortunately couldn't go. There must be something in the spirit of Christmas as to day we are all on top of our trenches running about. Whereas other days we have to keep our heads well down. We had breakfast about 8.0 which went down alright especially some cocoa we made. We also had some of the post this morning.

I had a parcel from B. G's Lace Dept containing a sweater, smokes, under clothes etc. We also had a card from the Queen, which I am sending back to you to look after please. After breakfast we had a game of football at the back of our trenches! We've had a few Germans over to see us this morning. They also sent a party over to bury a sniper we shot in the week. He was about a 100 yards from our trench. A few of our fellows went out and helped to bury him.

About 10.30 we had a short church parade the morning service etc. held in the trench. How we did sing. 'O come all ye faithful. And While shepherds watched their flocks by night' were the hymns we had. At present we are cooking our Christmas Dinner! so will finish this letter later.

Dinner is over! and well we enjoyed it. Our dinner party started off with fried bacon and dip-bread: followed by hot Xmas Pudding. I had a mascot in my piece. Next item on the menu was muscatels and almonds, oranges, bananas, chocolate etc followed by cocoa and smokes. You can guess we thought of the dinners at home. Just before dinner I had the pleasure of shaking hands with several Germans: a party of them came 1/2 way over to us so several of us went out to them. I exchanged one of my balaclavas for a hat. I've also got a button off one of their tunics. We also exchanged smokes etc. and had a decent chat. They say they won't fire tomorrow if we don't so I suppose we shall get a bit of a holiday—perhaps. After exchanging autographs and them wishing us a Happy New Year we departed and came back and had our dinner.

We can hardly believe that we've been firing at them for the last week or two—it all seems so strange. At present its freezing hard and everything is covered with ice…

The letter ends:

There are plenty of huge shell holes in front of our trenches, also pieces of shrapnel to be found. I never expected to shake hands with Germans between the firing lines on Christmas Day and I don't suppose you thought of us doing so. So after a fashion we've enjoyed? our Christmas. Hoping you spend a happy time also George Boy as well. How we thought of England during the day. Kind regards to all the neighbours. With much love from Boy.

Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year everyone!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Another Special Post

Hello loyal readers. I posted a little something on my aviation blog in memory of the Pearl Harbor Attacks.

Click here to proceed.

Have a good day!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Christmas Music Ruined???

Sorry! No funny blog themed picture this time! But before you start freaking out, here's a link to a music video of one of the most inspirational Christmas songs of all time:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Exflbnmfqzg


Wish I could post the video directly onto here but I don't know how right now...

Now, before I go about ranting about Christmas music, I'd like to direct your attention to the following link by my friend and fellow blogger, Nintendood:

http://eelsushi.blogspot.com/2008/12/decemberween.html

Now for those of you that weren't paying attention, I'll repeat Nintendood's top 3 cardinal rules about Christmas (You're welcome!):

1.) Christmas Time starts the day after Thanksgiving. No sooner, no later. Since Christmas Time is the only fun time to go Christmas shopping, performing the task at any other time is just performing a chore, and that's not what Christmas is about. This is also perfect because if you want to buy something embarrassing (not like undergarment, more like Yu-Gi-Oh! cards and such), because every cashier will assume it's a gift for someone else. Here the part of the rule that many people break year after year. Christmas music may only begin to be played during Christmas Time, and possibly Thanksgiving evening.

2.) It's Christmas Time. Not "Holiday" time or "Winter Break" time. This is directed at all of the politically correct nut jobs out there. It's Christmas Time. Calling it anything different is not going to change the fact that during this time of year, a vast majority of Americans, Christian and Atheist alike, celebrate Christmas. I don't want people to say "Happy Holidays" or whatever to me. I would like to be wished a Merry (or happy) Christmas please.

3.) The list of Christmas Time No-No's:
- No peaking at Christmas presents.
- No giving a gift basket with ONLY a fruitcake. Include something edible as well.
- No singing of a certain "Santa Baby".
- No giving of gifts that you just want in your house so you can play with it.
- No repetitions of "Feliz Navidad". One verse will suffice.
- No referring to the holiday as X-mas.
- No RUNNING!*

*Not really.

Now that I got your attention, Nintendood mentioned Christmas music. He also mentioned how badly Christmas has been commercialized over the years... One of the ways Christmas has been commercialized is the music. And I am not making this up! You hear like 10 different variations of Christmas songs that have the same title! In my opinion, that just ruins the original beauty in the music.

Now I have some cardinal rules about music IN GENERAL:

1.) It should be inspirational.

2.) It should have it's own unique beauty.

3.) It should be a form of enjoyable entertainment. Not as a parody or an Internet joke.

4.) If you're a musician, you should put as much emphasis on the music part as you play.

5.) You should dedicate time to practice your music so you'll know the part better. It will also sound good too (But you knew that right?).

6.) It should be original.

7.) It should be played at the most appropriate time(s) of the year.

8.) And finally, it shouldn't be overplayed.

If you watched the music video on my link above, that song (Christmas 1915) sung by Celtic Thunder was about the Christmas Truce that occurred in World War I (I'll be talking about this in future post very soon.). And I'll tell you that this song touched my heart when I first heard it.

Thanks reading!

Questions? Comments? Advice? Leave them in the comments section.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A New Waste Of Time... THANKS A LOT HOLLYWOOD!





Now before I go off ranting, I want to direct your attention to the following links to a fellow blogger (Nintendood's Eel Sushi blog) that pretty much speaks for this post:

http://eelsushi.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-fangirls.html

AND

http://eelsushi.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-minded-fanboyism.html

So he pretty much speaks for himself and many of us. So I won't say much about the Twilight saga besides the parody pictures that I have above (enjoy!). BUT, I did join a few groups on Facebook dedicated to counter the Twilight saga craze. One is called 'Annoyed by Twilight' and the other is called 'Team Jacob? Team Edward? How about Team Shut the *#%$ up!'. I hear there is also a group called 'Husbands Annoyed by Twilight' and you can 100% guarantee that I'll join that group (along with Nintendood) when I'm happily married in like a decade and a half (Although, I have a feeling that Twilight will be a thing of the past by then, but we'll have to wait and see.).

Instead, I'll rant a little bit about film adaptations from books or plays... DONE BY HOLLYWOOD! Now it's true that the Hollywood film industry is one of the crucial backbones of American entertainment and I won't lie: I enjoy SOME films!

During the second semester of my senior year in high school, I took a class called Film as Literature. In that class, we spent time watching different genres of film, studied how a film is made, all that good crap. The one thing I dreaded was a project called the 'Director Project' where one picked a well-known film director, watch three of his/her films, and make a research project out of it.

But enough of that!

Before we watched a film in class, we would take notes about it. The notes would include the budget, awards it won or was nominated for, the actors/actresses, a plot synopsis, and whether the movie made more money than the budget or if it was bust.

What I see today is that it's hard to catch a good movie IN theatres these days. Most films are nothing more than pointless sequels, adaptations from books (such as Harry Potter, Dan Brown books, Twilight, etc.), and the occasional musical (such as Phantom of the Opera, Hairspray, etc.). Is it just me, or is Hollywood running out of original ideas?! Are they just getting lazy and resorting to books and plays!?

I'm sure everybody has their own opinions and I can't change that. I understand that some scenes from the books can't be replicated in the movies because of time and cost possibilities, two of Hollywood's biggest enemies! Thanks for taking the time to read this and until my next post, later!

Questions? Comments? Hate mail? Click on the 'Comments' link below and fire away!

Friday, November 27, 2009

It's Official: Christmas Is Around the Corner!

What's going on readers? To get your holiday juices flowing, I've posted some cartoons and funnies for your enjoyment:












Hope you enjoyed that. Until then, later!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A Thanksgiving Story By Yours-Truely

In order to keep to my aviation passion and blogging, my Thanksgiving story will be found on my aviaion blog.

Click here to read.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy (Turkey Day!) Thanksgiving!

The following funnies are for your enjoyment:







Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Remember to be thankful for your friends, family and the other good things in your life! Be sure to count your blessings as well! Until next time, later!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

War Of The Oregonians!



So just recently, I got this Fan Page invite on Facebook from a friend attending school at the University of Oregon in the city of Eugene, Oregon. The page was in support of none other than the Oregon Ducks for the upcoming annual 'Civil War' football (American) game against the Oregon State University Beavers. Before you say anything, yes, I know both the Oregon State University Beavers and the Oregon Ducks have a lot at stake for this upcoming game; the winner gets to go to the Rose Bowl and all that good crap... Well I just don't give a d@*n!

If any of you Duck or Beaver fans are reading this blog (bless your hearts!), I have just one thing to say: I AM NOT A NATIVE OREGONIAN! I DON'T LIKE EITHER COLLEGE TEAMS! AND I'LL NEVER SUPPORT EITHER TEAMS FULLY ANY TIME SOON! Man! That felt good! But you know what? I like both of their marching bands. Every year I hear them, they always have good music.

If I WAS forced to choose, I'd root for the Beavers (sorry Duck fans!). I personally don't like the Ducks. The only thing about 'Civil War' I get enjoyment out of is the intense rivalry. I enjoy watching my best friends arguing and debating on which side is better or who's going to win. I enjoy it when my best friends are not making eye contact with each other or speaking to each other all because they support either the Ducks or the Beavers. It really drives my point home.

So all of you Ducks and Beavers fans: Have a good "epic" 'Civil War' game and may the best team win.

Questions? Comments? Hate mail??? Save it for the comments section!

Oh! And by the way, I wasn't serious about rooting more for the Beavers over the Ducks! I REALLY JUST DON'T CARE WHO WINS BECAUSE FOOTBALL ISN'T REALLY MY FORTE! (There! I said it! Now I'll just move on with my life!)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Cleaning Out The Rain Gutters: It's A Dirty Job!



Now before you say anything, I would like to point out to the fact that what Mike Rowe does for Discovery Channel's reality show 'Dirty Jobs' is something way out of my league compared to what I get down and dirty for...

So for those of you that didn't know, I live in Salem, Oregon, smack-dab in the middle of the Willamette Valley region. It has a climate that gets 5o inches of rain a year, dry and somewhat warm summers, very wet between the months of November and April of next year, and rare snow; an average of 1-3 light falls a year and a major snowstorm only a couple times a decade. Look it up for further details if needed:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willamette_Valley

"Now, get ready to get dirty."
-Mike Rowe

Now that you've got that information in mind, I'd like to turn your attention to the season of Autumn (or Fall). Normally to me, it is supposed to be a beautiful season with many colors in the changing leaves and a brisk, coolness in the air. But living in the Willamette Valley is anything but. Depending on where your house may be, the Fall season could be nightmare. Raking dirty, wet leaves, cleaning out rain gutters or their dirty and wet leaves is something to expect, especially if your home is around trees that WILL lose their leaves in the Fall. That's what I've been doing for the past couple weeks whenever I was stuck at home, and it's not raining (yet)and it's dry, and I've got nothing really better to do...

So do I like yard work? Not really...

Will I do yard work if I get paid? Sure.

Do I like raking dry leaves just to jump into later on? Sure. Especially if I'm jumping in with a girl that I (may) like.

Do I like raking wet leaves? No!

Do I like climbing ladders to clean the rain gutters? NO!!!

Do I hate Oregon because of this? Well, it adds a reason to the other 10 or 11 reasons why I hate living in Salem, Oregon. Maybe the valley isn't really the best place for me live in for the rest of my life...

I can only image Mike Rowe in my shoes... You gotta give him credit for doing the job that was "the best thing to ever happen to me." You gotta give him credit for "looking for people who aren't afraid to get dirty—hard-working men and women who earn an honest living doing the kinds of jobs that make civilized life possible for the rest of us." As for me, all I can say is, "Cleaning out the rain gutters: it's a dirty job!"

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Sympathy? Hate mail? I await to hear them in the comments section.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Go Ahead! Laugh! Winter Is Around the Corner!

Well my fellow readers, the winter season is just around the corner with a follow-up of the various December holidays. The following pictures below are meant for your enjoyment. Enjoy!










Please check back when it's the month December. I'll have some Christmas-themed funny's for you! Until then, later!

A Lack Of Commitment...



Like the picture? Wondering where the banana went? Well I hate to say that I don't know. Instead, I'm gonna rant about the lack of commitment, the laziness, and possibly the Homer Simpson-like personality in some high school students I may know... Only, not stupid with the crayon lodged in the brain.

So on the 'Status Updates' page of Facebook, I've taken notice of some things written by my former classmates and/or upcoming students: They're complaining. You heard me. To get an idea, they may complain about the following:

Homework
College Applications
Work/Employment
Marching Band
Sports
Graduation Requirements

The list goes on and on... Complaining only shows one characteristic: A lack of commitment. For those of you that didn't know, I am a former high school marching band member. I've got 2 seasons under my belt and I enjoyed every minute of it. Taking the marching band example further, I've noticed on facebook that the students I know that are/were participating complained, A LOT. Now that marching band season is over for the year 2009, I'm hearing rumors of first-timers are planning to quit in the upcoming year. It just goes to show that the younger and upcoming students aren't nearly as committed as the older students. And it's not just the newbies. I'm hearing complaints from veteran members as well.

As a former band member and high school student, I just have a few things to say:

1.) If you can't handle it, don't bother. Otherwise, you knew what you signed up for and what to expect. In the words of Captain Sig Hansen, "If you don't like it, get the hell off!"

2.) It's life. If you wanna be successful in life, you gotta face difficulties that may stress you out. There is no such thing as an 'easy way'. It's only gonna get harder.

3.) Since life is only gonna get harder, don't grow up too fast.

4.) Have fun. Grasp the opportunities place before you and use for your enjoyment.

5.) Just don't grow up too fast!

Don't be a Homer Simpson. Homer Simpson is only good for the laughing out of the guts. Homer Simpson is nothing more than a cartoon character to laugh at when he's in pain or doing stupid things. You are NOT a Homersapien!

Questions? Comments? Hate mail? Comments are most certainly welcome.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Furry Little Bandits...


Remember that episode of 'The Simpsons' (entitled Smoke on the Daughter) where one of the sub-plots was when Homer and Bart are at war with the raccoons only to befriend them because the they resembled their own family? Remember when Homer used the father raccoon that looked just like him to get all the cigarettes out of the ballet dancers' locker room?? Remember when he put a black eye-mask to "protect his identity" only that it didn't really make a difference??? Well this late night post has got nothing to do with 'The Simpsons' or that particular episode. Instead, I'm gonna rant about those furry little bandits we call raccoons.

So several days ago, I was watching TV in the living room and I heard the familiar sound of the pet door we installed for my two cats to use to go in and out of the house. It wasn't windy outside (A strong enough wind can actually make door flap around since it is made out of a rubbery plastic) and I was wondering 'How long does it take to push in the pet door and come into the house?!' Then, I remembered that one cat was sleeping on the downstairs sofa and the other was sleeping in my sister's room. So my next thought was, 'What is out there?'

I got up to check out the pet door and I was like, 'That's no cat. That's a raccoon!' I banged on the sliding glass door and that furball was on the run. I turned on the outdoor lights, grabbed my airsoft guns and cautiously went outside, ready to fire if that furry little bandit was still around. Luckily, or unluckily for him, the raccoon got spooked as it made it's way upstream on the creek next to my house. I was able to get off three shots before he disappeared into the darkness. I remember last winter, a raccoon tried to pull the same stunt before I saw him and scared him away with similar tactics.

So at this point, my goal was clear: I was at war with a raccoon or two and I had to make sure that they know that they are not welcome around the house. For you animal lovers out there, don't take this the wrong way. I don't have any problems or any kind of grudge against raccoons. I do have a problem with them trying to get into the house. Especially with two pet cats, we don't want a bloody animal skirmish of any kind real soon. Like the Korean War, this personal war is limited and will only end when the opposite side stops "invading our territory".

Questions? Comments? Protests? Similar stories? Hate mail? I'd like to hear it!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Airsofting: Cleaner Than Paintball, But Still Hurts Like...



Airsofting: There's nothing SOFT about it!

About five years ago, my former next door neighbor got me hooked on airsofting. For those of you that don't know what that is, well it involves guns, ranging from pistols to battery powered semi-automatics to shotguns and even guns that look like AK-47s. The ammo is hard plastic pellets or BBs. And when you get hit, well you'll know all about it. And unless you stupidly shoot yourself at point-blank-range, the fired ammo will only leave little red welts that will disappear in a day or two. And before you ask, shooting yourself at point-blank-range will do enough damage to break the inner layer of skin to create a blood blister. I know what that's like; don't ask!
This is one of the few recreational things I like to do. Whenever I airsofted, I only did it for target practice, scaring away critters such as raccoons (That will be another story. I promise!), and on the rare occasion, shoot-outs with my friends. I wasn't the type of person that actively ran around and hunted down my friends participating in the skirmish. Instead, I'd hide out in a bush or take cover behind a tree or other forms of protection from flying BBs and wait for the target objectives to come to me. So in short, I was a guerrilla warfare type of marksman. What I like about airsofting with my friends is that safety was always number one: Everyone had to wear eye-protection (The flying BBs CAN potentially blind you if it hits your unprotected eye. So kids, don't do this at home unless you've got the proper equipment to make this safe!). Another thing is that we fought in teams so there was no odd man out at ANY time.
When airsofting, it's best to do so when there's a lot of space AND where there's no concerns of possibly angry neighbors. I remember one time I airsofted with two other friends in a friend's back yard IN a residential neighborhood. One of the neighbors almost called the cops for the noise we were making. I've airsofted in three separate occasions:
1.) A wooded area with lots of cover.
2.) A friends backyard in the evening hours (not really a good idea!)
3.) A friends backyard with 5 acres of land with little to no ideal cover.
One of the most memorable airsofting experiences I had was my second time in my friend's backyard. There was this scenario called "The Rogue". Basically there was an odd man out considering that there was only three of us. The rogue was given eye-protection, a plastic sword and shield and no gun. I mean how fair is that?! Once they flank you, you're as good as dead! So when I became the rogue, I was able to evade my friends for a good amount of time by hiding out in a bush in the front yard. When I realized that I had to make my move sooner or later, I just figured I might as well end it by letting one of my friends finish me off. But before you start saying anything, yes, I wasn't going without a fight. But I ended up being chased back into the backyard and faced down the barrels of two pistols, one from the front and one from behind. And this is where my friends got all cold-hearted: They got trigger happy!!! I felt one shot get me square on the back, one from the front hit me in the left shoulder, another from behind hit me in the back of my left leg! The final two shot just topped off the epicness of my samurai-style downfall: A shot from the front hit me in the left arm and my friend from behind shot me just feet away from me in the butt!!! He shot me in the butt!!!!! Never in my airsofting career, I had that many bullets hit me in just one skirmish. So you could say I was brutally massacred! But we had fun anyways.
Got questions? Got comments? Got sympathy for me? You know the drill! I am all ears for your comments!

Monday, November 16, 2009

The First Post!!

Welcome to my general blog! I hope you will enjoy some of the material I will be providing. My purpose of creating THIS blog is to humor or inspire you, the reader. I have a second blog page created for the specific use of displaying my passion for aviation. Here's the address if you are interested: http://mwithakaviation.blogspot.com/.

Allow me to introduce myself: You may address me as Michael with a "K" (Actual spelling is Mikel; pronounced as Michael). I've recently graduated from high school and I am actually preparing to go on a mission on behalf of the LDS church. As you may already know, I really love aviation with a passion. It's been my childhood dream to have career in the field of aviation.

If you're wondering how I came to be Michael with a "K", well you are in for a story: I was a junior in high school. It was the second semester, and it started in my Algebra 2 class (Yes, I was in Algebra 2 junior year. I wasn't really good at math until I got the hang of it in middle school. By then, it was kinda too late to really excel and I was basically stuck taking the basic high school level classes. But that was okay because it was easier credits towards graduation!) My first semester Algebra 2 teacher handed the reins to her student-teacher to teach my class for the rest of the year. In order to remember the names of the students she was in charge of teaching, the student-teacher addressed us by nicknames or catchphrases to get to know us better. She addressed me as Michael with a "K" and I decided to stick with it when I realized it was catchy. It was certainly better than Mike then add and an "L" or Mike + "L".

Thanks for reading the introductory post and hope you continue to follow along!

Got questions or suggestions for future posts? Feel free to speak out in the comments section and I'll consider them!