Thursday, June 21, 2012

Mmmm, Smells.

Whilst working on some other things, I started thinking about smells. I have several that definitely rank in my top favorite smells of all time. So, ladies, this blog post is for you. If you truly seeks to woo me, smell like the following things, or something equally delicious, and I will comment on it, thus breaking the ice and allowing for our relationship to grow and flourish.

The following smells are not in any order, simply the order that my brain thinks of smells.

1. Sauteed Onions - This may sound weird, but cutting up a yellow onion, heating up a hint of olive oil in the skillet, and then sauteing those delicious onions to where the edges are hinting at a smidge of charring...mmmmm, so good. The smell is glorious.

2. Bacon - I don't think I need to add anything to that. This could also be expanded to include all frying breakfast meats.

3. Fruity Liquid Soaps - Nothing is quite as pleasant in the exact same way as washing your hands with a deliciously fruity soap. Much better than those gnarly flowery soaps. No thanks on those, yes please on the fruitiness.

4. Vanilla Scents - This also includes the natural scent of vanilla extract (If a recipe doesn't call for vanilla, I'm always tempted to add some anyways). When this is combined with the above scent (Such as a vanilla citrus hand soap) then there is no stopping the delectable smell from captivating me for a moment. Vanilla candles, vanilla beans, vanilla additive, vanilla anything. I'm down for sniffing it.

5. Pheromones - I'm not conscious of these smells, but I assume I find them wonderful subconsciously (at least some of them).

6. Fresh Book Smell - That smell when you crack open a new book for the first time and just bury your nose into the pages. Wait, you don't do that? Well try it next time you get a new book. Reading should be a multi-sensory experience. Tactile, olfactory, visual, imaginational (though I recommend against tasting the books, though the snozberries do taste like snozberries).

7. Rain - A good solid spring rain leaves a most wonderful smell in the air. Especially if you live in a place with lots of trees (Read "East Coast").

8. Baked Goods - The smell is mightiest in the kitchen where such baked goods are baking, but I'll also accept fresh deliveries, because those smells are also wonderful. Highlights of the baked goods arena are ginger snaps, other cookies of various varieties, and candied bacon.

9. Clean clothes - Right out of the dryer with a delicious dryer sheet. Mmm, nothing says comfort like warm, good-smelling clothes.

10. Women's Shampoo - This especially applies to brands such as Herbal Essences (mmm, the essence of herbs is so appealing). I have yet to smell a woman's hair that was not appetizing.

So what can we learn from this? If a woman wants to win my heart (or at least overwhelm my sense of smell in a good way) she should come over to my apartment after a rain storm, carrying a plate of delicious baked goods with her hands recently washed with fruity soaps, wearing clean clothes and a hint of vanilla scent, carrying a fresh paperback in her back pocket (if girl's back pockets can handle paperbacks) after having cooked some bacon and onions in her own apartment (the lingering smell is plenty), and then whip her hair to the side (thus releasing the smell of Herbal Essences into the air). A recipe for conflicting smells? No. A recipe for Matt to be olfactorily pleased? You betcha.

Pleased by a delicious ape smell.

Diving nose first into a pleasant scent.

This owl thinks I'm funny.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

In All Seriousness

Most of the time I don't mean to be funny. Sometimes I do, but those are normally the times when people just give me blank stares. However, what I have come to realize is that because of my often flippant attitude and nonchalant lackadaisicality, people tend to not take me entirely seriously, so I'm going to try to be serious every now and then to show that I can be, I just choose not to be most of the time.

It's the Sabbath. On Sundays I wake up, shower, sometimes remember to eat, get ready, and then go to church, most of the time in complete silence. I find this is good for my focusation. A lot of thoughts that I have been thinking came into solid focus this morning. Over the past several evenings I have had trouble sleeping because my mind has been wrestling with things (I even ran through all of the strengths and weaknesses of my basketball team that I play with in class and devised a phenomenal strategy that actually worked really well until everyone decided to get rid of strategy). So my brain has been completely geared up. I've been dreaming up solutions left and right recently, so naturally I knew that some sort of epiphany was coming. The following is a boiled down, poorly worded, and exceedingly shallow recap of my thoughts.

I am drawn to failure. I don't know why, but I love it. I have not experienced a great deal of it in my life, which might partially explain my fascination with it. Whenever I read a book, watch a movie, act in a play, write anything, dream anything, the most interesting part comes when the protagonist finds him/herself on the brink of absolute failure. When Frodo stands inside Mount Doom is an excellent example. For the vast majority of the books and the movies, Frodo just isn't a terribly interesting character. He has one purpose, and that is to carry the ring to its destruction. However, the moment Frodo hesitates, he becomes the most interesting character in the whole trilogy. 

There is something so phenomenally human about failure that we automatically as audience or experiencer connect. Without kryptonite, Superman is boring. The third X-men movie manages to hold my attention (despite its obvious, crippling flaws) because for the first time there is the possibility of a loss of power, of complete and utter defeat for the X-men. Empire Strikes back is super interesting because Luke loses (that and sleeping in a tauntaun).

I have struggled with failure for a long time. Not that I've failed a lot. I've struggled to feel like I can. That's why I play sports like softball and basketball, why I've learned to play the ocarina, why I picked up the guitar, why I take dance classes, and why I've switched my major so often. I want to feel challenged. I want to feel like I might not succeed. I am convinced that the only way to truly grow and develop is through exposure to failure. In a way, I like losing (Don't get me wrong, I love winning, too). It lets me know what I can do to improve. I've sifted through a dozen majors trying to find a balance between the potential for failure (the satisfying challenge) and what I love to do. I'm still not sure I've found it, but I enjoy what I'm doing, so I'll stick with it.

When people say, "I'm only human," they are saying that it's impossible for humans to be right all the time, to always succeed. This term has been particularly dehumanizing for me. Dance has been a good balance. I have had to work like never before to do something entirely alien to me, and I have risen to the occasion. Softball could have been another good balance, but I don't feel like I ever had any way to measure improvement or had much chance to improve, so my verdict is out.

Luckily for me, I have been going on more dates this term, and that keeps my failure quota full. I just can't figure it out. I'm just really bad at it. It's a mixture of not being able to build any momentum, of lacking clarity of purpose, maybe of trying to date the wrong girls, maybe just being the wrong guy for the girls I've taken on dates. I don't know. It leaves me perplexed because no matter the angle I choose from which to look I can't see the whole picture. I like seeing the whole picture. 

And yet, surprisingly (maybe I've matured, which would also be surprising) I'm not frustrated by my inability to get anything going. Disappointed maybe, because, shoot, I've had dates with some very attractive and interesting females. Like super interesting. Like I actually enjoy listening. Which is difficult because most people are terribly normal, and I am anything but. No matter. Despite it all, I find myself saying, "Matt, at least you tried. You wouldn't have a couple of months ago. I mean, look at her. You asked. Well done. You'll get 'em next time (or the next, or the next, or the next)." I think this might mean I'm on the verge of being able to improve.

There is a poem that I very much like by Emily Dickinson. Here it is:


Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.


Not one of all the purple Host
That took the flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated - dying -
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

To fail is beautifully human. To be able to stand up, improve, and overcome that failure is what sets us apart. That is the divine aspect of life. That is why repentance is so key to our existence, because it is only through repentance that we can ever truly improve, that we can ever become like our Heavenly Father. We will fail. We're only human, after all. Some of us will feel like we fail a whole lot. But there is always the opportunity to learn, to grow, and to succeed the next time the challenge arises.

And now if you've managed to read all of that, you have earned the following.
Hedgehogs are so CUTE!

He obviously just made a fool of himself asking out the prettiest elephant in front of all her friends.

WHAT!? Kameron isn't coming out to play today!? I did my hair just for him.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Back to Sasquatch

Over the months of this blog I have seemingly moved away from my quest to find Sasquatch. However, you would be incorrect to assume that. Yes, school does tend to get in the way of my true calling in life, but it never can fully stop it. Recently I have been working on my plan to spend time immersed in the Pacific Northwest in order to earn the trust of the gentle giants and be admitted into their communities. In my research, however, I have discovered that it might not be entirely necessary to travel that far.

In order to give you a visual image, I share this link.

Why must one go to the Pacific Northwest when there are legitimate sightings reported here in the Wasatch front? Or even in the entire Appalachian region (I would "go home," but really it would just be a Sasquatch excursion). I have learned that perhaps one must not simply trust the most common folklore, but should instead trust good, solid, scientific data in order to target cryptozoologic research effectively.

Some people do not believe that it would be worth my time to journey deep into the heart of Sasquatch country. Some people would be wrong. People always tell you to follow your dreams, but they always mean "Follow your dreams as long as they make sense to me." Unless of course those people are my mother. Then she actually means it, though I have not shared by Sasquatch Hunt dreams with her. I'm sure she'd approve. If nothing else I would get some intense camping done.

Sasquatch is entirely misunderstood. Yes, there are doubters, one of them being a pair of people that I respect to the utmost. Yet for every doubter there are an equal number of supporters and true seekers (not really, because it's hard to overcome the prejudices of skeptical science, as opposed to embrasive science, the branch that I believe in). It's a hot topic, I understand that. I vote purely based on level of credence given by political figures to reported sightings.

Adventure and excitement will always succeed in calling the adventurer, and I'm nothing if not an adventurer. First question I ask a potential date: "If your fiance planned a honeymoon, would you be upset if said honeymoon involved an intense two week search for Sasquatch?" Most common answer: Well, I don't have a lot of potential dates (I either have a date or I don't, no real grey area where this question could be used).

If nothing else, I need to get to the mountains. Having dreamed all my life of doing something big and heroic, I never thought that it would be pioneering the field of Human-Sasquatch interaction, or Sasquatch Anthropology, or Sasquatch Theology. I never thought I would be called as an expert witness in front of a congressional committee to testify of the benefits of a cross-species alliance against the rising Gorion threat (When I genetically engineered the Gorion, a cross between a gorilla and a lion, I never intended to lose control. My main mistake was giving them the power of human speech).

A wide world of possibilities await. First Sasquatch president. First Sasquatch to star in a major motion picture. First Sasquatch to play in the NBA (James Harden is doing a great job of paving the way for greater tolerance). If I can make contact, the world will change. It will enter into the greatest period of peace and brotherly love that it has ever seen. Cryptozoology will no longer have a read squiggly line underneath it.

Dream big. And if you can't dream big, then you're not trying. Sasquatch, it's almost time for you and I to meet (and then share a delicious tea made from herbs from your own garden while discussing the societal structure of your Sasquatch community).

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Free Throws, Needle Pricks, and Four Pictures to Brighten Your Day

Yesterday I gave blood. The man that finished the process, the one that takes the vials for testing and bandages you up, seemed from observation to be relatively inexperienced at his job. To the point where I considered telling him how to do it. I've given blood enough to know the quickest way to make it an uncomfortable experience, and the best ways to expedite the process and make sure everyone is happy, albeit a pint lighter. Common sense things like if you want a band-aid to stick, clean the iodine off with one of the nifty alcohol swabs before putting the band-aid on. Or, before poking around with a needle to make sure one has not stopped bleeding, check to make sure you haven't put any kinks in the tubing. Mainly because if a donor has finished their donation in under five minutes then chances are good they did not stop bleeding precipitously.

However, I held my tongue and clenched my teeth, although to my own shame I winced once when he decided to use the needle as a probe. If there is one thing I've learned in my life, and by life I mean basketball class, the single most important aspect of free throw shooting is confidence. It might even apply to more than just free throws. If I, an untrained know-it-all, had gone in guns blazing to throw down on that woefully nonsensical man nurse, his confidence would have been shot. I knew that my situation was not dire, that it was not life or death, so I decided to let him proceed. Hopefully he will obtain better training, and I have no doubt he will improve with more practice. I was not (and still am not) a tiny female who just barely qualifies weight-wise and who has not had anything to eat all day. There was no danger of me fainting, and the chances of bruising are small for me. My veins are large and in charge, and they donate with the best of them. Broham just needs greater confidence, and if I can help with that, I'm honored.

The truth of the matter is, I appreciate it when people do the same for me. Maybe if Jemaine received positive feedback, he would not lose confidence while freestyling. I'm all for realistic goals and not dreaming of being a world-class ballerina when you're 60 with no dance training. But we all want to be awesome. We all want to have our thing. When someone says, "Dang, I wish there was someone around that could fix my sink," we want to be the sink-fixer. I think we live in a culture (referring specifically to man-culture) where we often like to kid around with each other and poke fun at some of those dreams. Maybe instead of laughing we can build confidence. If a guy says, "I want to ask that girl out who is way out of my league," we should say, "Dude, I have her number right here. Get some." Maybe not the "Get some" part. Or if a brother says, "I'm going to be the best (insert crazy goal here) ever," we should say, "Hombre, I've got your back."

And ladies, you can do your part, too. And I think you know what I'm talking about. Yep, that's right, kiss dudes right on the face. Or whatever you were thinking I was meaning because that's probably a better way of doing things. I'm not a woman.

I am not a confident man in most areas of life. Except test-taking and book-learnin'. And blood donation policies and procedures. And light handyman work. And baking. And domesticity in general. And adult-child interactions. Shoot, when I look at what I am confident about, I'd make an excellent husband. Unfortunately that's about where the list ends (though I'm also confident that if you've made it this far, you deserve an awesome reward, and it's coming).

So today, try to boost someone's confidence. Don't be a naysayer. Let cups be half full, or better yet, fill them to overflowing. Chances are your own confidence will increase.

And now for the reward.
I'm often curious enough to lick anything once.

Birds of a feather...nope. 


Imagine how much banana bread could be made if this were scaled up to human size.


Ladies, he says hello.


Monday, May 14, 2012

Shoot Dang

I am being ridiculously slow in posting anything of a literary nature. My inner and outer perfectionists are giving me issues. But until I get something up here that will blow minds, please enjoy these pictures.
Mmmmm, tasty.

Wearing shoes is obviously not as easy as it looks.

Even cold-blooded, scaly individuals appreciate love.

And this is why I want a pet hedgehog more than anything. Did someone say "Cutesies!!!"?

But yeah, I'll get on that choose your own adventure story. After my Spanish test.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

History According to Matt

This morning I was looking at swords online (not a rare occurrence) and Wildcat and I started wondering how people come up with those sorts of things. I will now describe almost exactly how it happened, summarizing thousands of years of history.

Those of us that watched Beast Wars know that originally, our ancient ancestors were under the protection of the Maximals who inadvertently ended up on earth after going through a wormhole in pursuit of the Predacons who were searching for a location filled with Energon (the principle energy source for Cybertronians) as prophesied by the Golden Disk. I won't tell you the whole plot because you should already know it, but essentially the Maximals and Predacons exist after the war on Earth between the Autobots and the Decepticons, but the wormhole has transported them into the past. The Predacons attempt to destroy the pre-humans in order to ensure that the Autobots of the future will not have human assistance, while the Maximals try to protect them so as to preserve the time stream. The valiant Dinobot gives his life to protect them, making a rudimentary club to protect the pre-humans and fight Megatron (Megatron later uses part of Dinobot's spark to animate a Transmetal 2 killing machine that operates without its own will and without Dinobot's sense of honor or personality). Thus marks the beginning of humanities constant advancement in tools and weapons.

Naturally, thousands of years later, two guys were pursuing another man in a volcanic area. In order to deter pursuit the man picked up a chunk of obsidian because there was nothing else around. Unfortunately, he dropped it and it broke, but he picked up a chunk and stabbed one of his pursuers. Voila! A knife. He was then clubbed to death by the other guy, but the clubber made a fortune selling obsidian knives to people. Because he had a corner on the market, other people began experimenting with different materials, like stone, flint, etc. in order to find their way into the market. More of this later.

Then some dudes were sitting in the tavern, drinking their recently invented drink involving barley and hops, and they sat around talking about this and that. One of them said something like "Dude, remember how we used to poke mammoths with sharp sticks?" Another said, "Yeah, that was stupid. We had to run them off a cliff in order to kill them and feast on their delicious meat." The third said, "Wait a second, I wonder if we could stick a knife on the end of a stick and it would be sharper." Naturally they tried it, but because of their inebriation, two of them were seriously wounded in the process. Word spread and people began making better spears. Then they said, "Wait, why are we even getting close at all? Let's figure out a way to throw these things really far." Thus the bow.

Later, two guys got into a knife fight, and a spectator thought, "It would be unfair if one of them had a spear, but what if they had larger knives? That'd be cool." He happened to work with copper, but found that he could only make the knife so big, and it wasn't very good. He thought, "Man, I wish this copper were harder. Maybe if I mix it in its molten state with the a different molten metal, it will create a stronger alloy." Thus the bronze age was born.

Naturally right about now everyone is like, "Holy smokes, Cymru has lots of tin. Someone there could make a killing exporting tin." So they did, which shows that civilization would have stagnated in the stone age without Wales. Point for Wales.

So at this point the guy who smelted some copper and tin and made bronze finally got his chance to make his bigger knife. He went a bit overboard and decided that maybe it had ceased to be a knife. He named it a sword. He was Sumerian, and so he armed his Sumerian buddies, and they started conquering stuff, because spears tipped with bronze spearheads and swords made of bronze beat stones and volcanic glass any day. However, some of his buddies kept getting stabbed, so he took some of his bronze and made the first bronze breastplate. Pretty soon everyone was fighting with bronze weapons and wearing bronze armor, and no one really had any sort of advantage.

Then an Anatolian dude was sitting around and thinking about smelting, as Anatolians often did. He thought, "Well, we can smelt copper from rocks, and we can smelt tin from rocks. I wonder what we could get out of rocks if we got the fire hotter. There seems to be a shortage of tin right now, but I refuse to let use return to the stone age." Quite by accident he smelted the first iron. He could tell that it was slightly harder than bronze, and did not require additional mixing with other metals. He finagled with the process, increasing carbon levels, changing heat of the fire, stuff like that, and also managed to whip out some steel. He allowed his methods to diffuse through the world, and the Iron Age began.

Through this time empires rose and fell. The Greeks beat the Persians. The Romans beat the Greeks and Carthaginians. The Goths beat the Romans (over and over again). No one beat the Welsh. Charlemagne united the barbarians and conquered Europe. There were some conflicts with the Muslims, a handful of crusades, some popes tried to get more power than they needed. Meanwhile in the east, the Asians were doing their thing. The Russians decided they'd rather be European than Asian, a choice clearly not based on which arbitrarily defined continent the majority of their land was on. Across the ocean in the far west there were all sorts of empires and nations. Leif Ericson showed up sometime in the late 900s, then Madoc ap Owain Gwynedd came in 1170, then Columbus straggled over three hundred years later (slowpoke). Then Vespucci stole Columbus's thunder (though I'd rather it be America instead of Columbia, and neither Leifia nor Madocia works better).

During this time (like, after 500 B.C.) there were huge advancements. One guy said, "I don't want to get chopped in two by that iron sword, but I also want to be able to move a bit. I wonder if I can make a shirt out of little tiny rings and use that to keep from being killed." It worked, and he made chainmail. Oh, and he was a Celt (probably Welsh). At the same time a Greek dude thought a similar thing but continued to make plate armour like the dude who made the breastplate. Later, a Roman thought, "Dang, this one single plate is cool, but what if it was multiple plates? I bet I could move better." Shazaam, Lorica segmentata. The someone complained about the price of plate armor, so it fell out of use until the middle ages.

Naturally, with all this armor being developed, people started thinking about ways to kill people in armor. What fun is a war if all you do is hit each other a bit and then go home without casualties? One man's train of thought was, "If I can't chop a man in two, I wonder if I could stab him to death." Things got a lot pointier. Another guy thought, "Okay, so stabbing people seems to be working all right, but I do miss chopping things, and the peasants without armor can totally be chopped." Enter the halberd. Then someone who remembered his history lessons said, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Clubs seemed to work well, and you need to train someone almost not at all to use them. Let's update those." Maces, war hammers, and other bludgeoning instruments followed. Meanwhile a dude who liked to fight on horseback thought, "Okay, so all this plate armor is making it harder to stab people. Maybe I could stab harder. And maybe my horse could give me the momentum to stab harder. My spear would need to be a bit heftier." Lance. A kid with a bow thought, "So Agincourt proved that the longbow is almost entirely ineffective against heavy plate armor, and plate armor slows people down to the point where you can knife them at the weak spots, but I really don't like getting that close to the fighting. I wonder if I could figure out a way to make a bow shoot harder." Crossbow.

Then the Chinese one-upped him and made a repeating crossbow. The west was not about to have the Chinese one-upping them, so they sent Marco Polo to spy on the Chinese. He did a fine job and told people about rockets that could fire into the air using explosive powders. There were a lot of trials, and possibly more errors. A lot of kids lost their fingers. But finally they made a cannon. Suddenly all of that time spent building castles seemed like a waste. Yeah, giant rocks being hurled at your walls isn't great, but metal balls being fired out of cannons was an entirely different ball game (Oliver Cromwell did a stand up job proving this as he cannoned the bejeebers out of castles all across Great Britain).

Then someone else thought, "Yeah, that cannon is cool, but I wish we had cannons that could be carried by one person." Hand cannon, anyone? This further developed in muskets and handguns. A hunter was hanging out in the woods with his buddy when a bear showed up. They missed it with their muskets and the hunter was mangled beyond recognition. The buddy vowed to make something more reliable. Rifling and bullets.

Later, after the American Revolution when everyone had gotten pretty good at killing other people, someone decided that one shot at a time just was not killing people fast enough. Revolvers, then magazines were developed and gun technology kept pace. Eventually someone said, "So, now that we have these guns, our swords aren't really that useful. I mean they're great for killing Indians, but I can just do that with my gun." Swords became obsolete, followed by horses.

Around this time someone said, "I bet it would be easier to build railroads if we used explosives." So they did. Then Nobel invented dynamite to do it better. Then someone took that idea and figured that if you could blow up rocks, you could blow up people. Then they wanted a way to deliver explosives to their targets. Airplanes (this is an erroneous linkage. They just took the already existent airplane and turned it into a death machine). Sometime around the first world war, someone decided that guns weren't killing people fast enough. There had to be a way to fire more shots faster. Machine guns. Then someone said, "Holy smokes, we're getting killed out there. Back in the day they had armor, let's get us some of that." Tanks. Next someone decided that there had to be a way to destroy the armor. More explosives (landmines, etc.). Somewhere in this history Tesla invented a death ray, but that can neither be confirmed nor denied by the government, although the Tesla coils in Command & Conquer seem quite effective against infantry.

Then some scientists game along and said, "Atoms." This blew peoples minds. Yeah, killing thousands of people, cool. But potentially being able to kill hundreds of thousands? Yep, cooler. Atomic bombs. Then the Soviets ruined everything by making their own atomic bomb, and America can't just share, so we developed the Hydrogen bomb. Then they figured it out, so Ronald Reagan decided we needed space lasers (this might have just been a scare tactic to freak out the Soviets, and it totally worked). Unfortunately, we still don't have space lasers (unless it's just super classified).

Somewhere in here a group of people called "Fantasy Writers" decided that the Medieval times were pretty cool, so they made medieval weaponry cool again. Also, people never really gave up the possibility of killing people in hand-to-hand combat, so knives still remain standard issue for military personnel. Hunting kept the bow and crossbow alive, because if you think you're manly killing a polar bear with a gun, try doing it with a bow. Just ask victims of police brutality if clubs are still being used. Axes have been completely turned back into tools, though Jumanji showed us that they can still be weapons.

And finally, after many millenia, the world came full circle, and the Autobots and Decepticons, ancestors to the Maximals and the Predacons, came to earth and shared with us their technology as shown in the documentary trilogy of Michael Bay.

And there you have it, the whole of history (up to this point) contained in Transformer bookends. As we can see, from Dinobot to Optimus Prime, we owe all weapons technology to the Cybertronians. I did leave out a discussion of magic, mainly because there have not been many developments in magic technology in recent years, and most people think I'm crazier for believing in magic than I am for believing in Transformers. Also, I only discussed the beginning ideas for many weapons because after they were first invented, people just tried to make them better. I also did not talk about the atlatl or other early-American technologies, even though they're super cool. The thought processes were probably the same ("Let's figure out a way to get this sharp thing into that guy over there."). I also did not mention a lot of Asian developments because I refuse to believe they beat us to any major technologies, though I do have to admit they won on the gunpowder thing (as previously shown in the article) and on pizza. Luckily the Italians dominated the pizza thing and made it their own. I do like the Japanese though, and it has been through their technology that most people even know what a halberd is, or a mace, or the different classifications of armor (thank you video games). They also turned swords into works of art, and I appreciate that. However, if I base all of my evaluations on Deadliest Warrior, then no Asian warrior could ever beat a Western Warrior (though I feel the Sun Tzu vs. Vlad the Impaler episode was incorrect).

Also, as you have noticed, Wales played a central role the advancement of civilization. I would not be surprised if the Maximals originally crash landed in Wales (or thereabouts, because originally Wales was pretty much all of Britain), a theory supported by the Stone Circle found by the Maximals in the episode Chain of Command (And did I mention that it was built by Aliens? That's another entry entirely). This would also explain Welsh involvement in the whole of history. It would also explain the story of King Arthur (If King Arthur were a transformer, then of course, according to the Golden Discs, everyone would know that he would return again, [as Optimus Prime, who, as we all know, came at a time when the world needed him most to lead humanity in the greatest struggle we have ever known]).

And for those that don't want to read all of that, I have found this, which pretty much says everything I just said.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Prepare Thyself

In case you have not heard, I have a new ambition in life. Now, this may seem like old hat, mainly because I have a new life ambition just about every thirty seconds, but this one is for real. I will become the undisputed BYU's Best Rapper.

How do I propose to do this? Let me tell you.
1) This summer I will spend time each day working on my rhymes and my beats, putting together an impressive example of my lyrical skill.
2) At the end of summer (Those two weeks in between Summer Term and Fall Semester) I will begin to set up small private shows to showcase my work (Open mic nights, etc.).
3) As word of mouth spreads I will continue to work to expand my repertoire.
4) I will aid the word of mouth by posting some Youtube videos of Matt Fife in action.
5) Larger venues follow, culminating in a personal invitation from Cecil to perform at half-time for some sort of sporting event.

Now, I can't do this alone. I'm going to need all of my loyal fans to be quite vocal in their support for me. I'm also going to need collaborators, folks that want to work with me honing beats, sharpening lyrics, recording demos, performing with me, etc.

This very well could be there day when you decide to get in on the ground floor of something huge. Is it possible for a Caucasian, LDS, middle-class American to succeed as a hip-hop artist? I believe the answer is yes, and I will live this experiment to find out. The world may never be the same.