bleenko

The joy of ordering

2007-05-10T14:58:53Z

I spent the past two nights going nuts with programming languages and programming environments.
It's incredible how open source and high speed internet connections have affected the variety of tools and methods available to people who need the niche of hobbyist programming to satisfy and stimulate.

Code poetry
What's more awesome than that? Having what amounts to the "great works" of contemporary programming to ponder and dilligently comprehend. Much respect to John Carmack for inspiring and instructing far more people than a Starbucks full of uninspired and pompous professors by simply releasing the sources to Quakes I-III. Linux, GNU software, MySQL, and all the other "great works" of the areas of computer software most relevant to the common person (the end-user and the small business owner) give most anyone all they need to do a commendable good for other people.

Radical change in thought pattern; Great benefit:

There was a time when I thought myself less of a programmer whenever I would place great emphasis on Integrated Development Environments and routines written by other programmers. I'd get much enthusiastic for a project, after which I would be taken to far below the reverse of how I felt just before, hounded by my own insecurities and thoughts that "you're above those silly devices", "if you're as smart as you think you are, why do you need these crutches?", and so on. I had a irrational drive to write all my own code without the aid of modern tools, which led me to spend some time learning and meditating on assembler programming. At some point I would come to myself and realize that, firstly, everything I was interested in doing with computer science in the first place could be done with those tools alone, without ANY knowledge of what I was obsessing over knowing in full. Secondly, there is an INCREDIBLE WORLD of interesting conjectures and stimulating experimental inquiry beyond feature-rich IDEs and function libraries. This, yet, was simply the beginning.

Homajeheebna

2007-05-09T06:43:23Z

Welcome to the database of http://freeware.remakes.org/index.php?a=1&sz=&rand=0&sl=&c=

I've got an idea.
Let's create a game based on the enthusiasm level a person has whilst downloading multiple free software titles.
What a crappy game.

My fulmenial job, vice president of menial tasks -- Capitan Bleenko

2007-05-09T05:07:14Z

I work at a company called Biscuit Company in Ramseur, NC. It's an odd little restaurant in that it specializes simply in various types of breakfast biscuits, and closes promptly at 2pm (which must make it a dream for managers).

Prior to working at this company I worked at a couple of rather stressful jobs requiring nothing but physical strength.

Now, it was a hypothesis of mine that mental ability declines along with age but I'm excited to find that this hypothesis meets with a thousand counterexamples nearly every day. I think the biggest change so far is letting myself become a person who has put aside past and future to simply soak in the moment. I never thought I could handle the things that I do. I do not have a photographic memory, though I could fool most people into thinking I do simply because making a point of knowing where everything is at yields a greater chance that it will be recorded.

In my own mind I am walking through the evening at work where no less than 20 utensils/location pairs were introduced. I remember all of them simply because it registered.

The greatest day of my life was when I stopped thinking. You smart people have nothing to fear. Let go and let your brain be the well oiled machine that it can be.

Darkness

2007-05-08T07:15:34Z

Why is the darkness inviting? Why do I feel drawn to images of wickedness I see?
I have no desire to engage in the wickedness that lies behind the darkness.

The world is covered in darkness, and we stumble farther and farther to the
allowable edges -- the ones where God almighty says "Enough".
As we crave more and more depravity we burn out our lusts and beg for more.
We have ventured to the darkest cell of the lunatic and been party to the
strangest ways of experiencing pleasure from our sex organs. Depravity eats
our conscience which cannot be seared by any but an iron heated by the
fires of the sun.

A disgrace to the ones I profess to love, I, like an infant that cannot
be made to obey even with the most violent chastisement from the rod,
venture back towards the darkness seeking answers to questions that
shouldn't be asked in the first place.

I justify my own passivity by placing the burden of accountability on
the shoulders of the people I depend upon to carry out the acts of
wickedness I am too cowardly to carry out myself.

They are acts that demand an open rebellion against the almighty. Though
all rebellion has rebellion against God almighty as its essence,
this rebellion is from a heart and mind that believes it can storm the
throne and somehow rob the privelage and power of the Almighty.

I accept and allow that action and my cowardly heart begs to see if this
awareness is the final straw, for if I can but chip away at the clear
boundaries of God's grace for one more sinful indulgence, I will and I
will gladly. I open my spiritual awareness for whispers from the fallen
ones indicating I can yet again trample upon Him. My wicked heart
thirsts for a smooth voice of total deception that has the appearance of
truth that my heart has purposed to declare true and grab ahold of
towards the fulfillment of sin.

And what lesson do I refuse to learn?

Hell and death will never be filled. The secrets of the dark only yield more
questions and longer paths of utter futility and death of soul.

cxib @ 2007-05-08T02:40:00

2007-05-08T06:40:45Z

i do not want to create the stupidest website on the internet

email bleenko@gmail.com if you do not want to help

cxib @ 2005-02-03T16:18:00

2005-02-03T21:17:27Z

i want to create the stupidest website on the internet

email bleenko@gmail.com if you want to help

One more, please

2005-01-29T18:46:53Z

:: Spy Men Fly for Train Trains ::

Coat these whiskets and smile on me
For out coals jamboree
Spill the dish
Take tellers and will for wish
Spill the dish
Outer pain hurts to strain
Pills
Go crabby and stilt the main
File four planters and put the rain
On while tellers come up to fame
Spilled the rain
Players could while and play
Flutes could sound out their great domain
Spains could tell us the words they sang
But nobody could wash the rain
Away the pain
Fillers and my domain
Venn is loading up his own train
Spilled my coffee on biscuit tain
Fulled a cool leper and feeled his mane

Two other poems

2005-01-29T18:41:35Z

:: Ralph’s Twelve Point Invention ::

Point one was untangled as Ralph opened the box
Point two took the night watch and Ralph got outfoxed.
Point three was the block that did Ralph’s toe undine,
Point four in Ralph’s pocket, did set fill for swine.
Point five shouldn’t whisper these things anymore,
Point six was on shoulders and Ralph’s out the door.
Point seven had flaxen and stellar on cats,
Point eight was the chieftan and balduran was baked.
Point nine had it coming as Ralph at his stew.
Point ten cleaned his lips and suffered him shoes.
Point eleven was always there watching with glee,
Point twelve was destructive Ralph is very thee.

:: Pedigree Should Cattercalls ::

I found a baked briskit on catch with Bill Flee
Bill Flee was lake stuffing and Bill Flee was with Ghee.
I couldn’t smell briskit for sight of the march,
But there was a talent outpacing the starch.
The bunnies they do tie my love to the tree,
And baskets are poultry while fry guys shout “WEEEE”.
A gamer is batten and baker’s gone done,
File manners in emblems and pass me a bun.
I were a mayor on salads of cheese,
Crate scoffers hurt treetops, watch out for the bees!
Play twister with Greely and shout at the mice,
Give plenty of sugar, and coat it with spice.

Classic poetry

2005-01-29T06:47:01Z

A gallop, a whistle, a boiling candy,
A turnip stand, an acorn, a proto-banshee!
All sell on the corner of the market page three,
And all turn on a dollar with the hustler Bambi!
The gallop sold the spy and the whistle bought it back,
The candy couldn't briskit with the turnip stand black.
The acorn was a-pushin' for an early closing day,
But before it could remember, the proto-banshee got away!

cxib @ 2005-01-28T01:10:00

2005-01-28T06:24:56Z

I have to smile a little bit when looking at the depth of Isaac Newton's theological works.
The man responsible for the Principia, calculus (which some may consider more of a curse than a blessing, especially the ones who have to endure it for college credit), and (I *think*) Classical Mechanics, was also responsible for a great number of theological works.
It doesn't surprise me that a mind interested in the patterns of the universe would find the patterns running through the 66 books of the bible so fascinating.
Some facts about the bible:
1) The bible contains 66 books written by various authors
2) The bible contains 66 books written over a long period of time
3) The bible contains much (for the naysayers, I'm using the word MUCH here, not the phrase "nothing but") that is consistent across time AND space.

Isn't that neat?
It's a parallel to the way scientists go about saying "Yes, this hypothesis is proven as a theorem."
That similar phenomena, or observations, occur in like manner across time and space.
Earth does what it was doing thousands of years ago... orbiting around the sun and spinning on its axis.

And in the bible, not only high level obvious patterns emerge, such as the emphasis on SIN, SACRIFICE, and REDEMPTION (one does "wrong", another has to take the punishment of the one who did "wrong", and the one who did "wrong" is justified in the sight of the lawgiver)...
BUT, for either one simply interested in patterns (YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BELIEVE IN GOD TO SEARCH AND FIND SOME FASCINATING PATTERNS), or one who simply wishes to marvel in the hidden consistency of scripture (adding to one's belief that scripture carries God's signature -- or that God "wrote" the bible) the bible offers a vast tapestry of varied similarity in pattern to zoom in on and inspect.

I am not saying God exists or that the bible is true.
I'm just a seeker fascinated by patterns.
;)

MY NON-CONFRONTATIONAL DAILY WALK: IF YOU WISH, COME AND SEE…

2005-01-27T19:46:11Z

Bible thumpers. Zealots. Rednecks. Bigots.
I don’t really fall into any of those categories, I think.
Though I do place several labels on myself: “Christian”, “Devoted follower of Jesus Christ”, and other labels basically saying the same thing: That I believe a man named Jesus Christ walked on this earth. The recollection of the walk of Jesus has been handed down through both the spoken and written word (essentially the first four books of the New Testament).
If you really study those four gospels, you read of a man who walked without needing anything but to be nice to people. He lived without a wife (so the gospels tell us), told people that He thought that they should be nice to one another, even when people verbally or physically attack them, and when His captors came against Him for a crime engineered by the Jewish sect of the day (so the gospels again tell us), He simply went and took the punishment they gave him. The more I follow this man named Jesus, the more I find that the way He lived isn't out of our reach. It actually seems to lead to a more fulfilled life because you don't desire that much, save to help others where others can be helped.
I also believe Jesus died via crucifixion, and that Jesus rose from the dead.
The first seems harmless enough, you might say “Do you still believe in Santa Claus too?”
The second is where people walk away or either throw a few crass comments toward me.
And that’s fine.

I’ve not went up to a single person and quoted the bible in an attempt to convert them to Christianity. I’ve not called out a single person for doing what I think is wrong.
I have had a lot of people, though, wonder why I’m so damn happy all the time. I’ve had a lot of people think it strange that things like road rage and misunderstandings that cause people to raise their voice at me (for anything) don’t affect me.
Some people think it crazy that I spend a lot of time looking for ways to help others when I have nothing to give (I can’t help it… it’s just an impulse that I get), and that I think a Friday night is best spent looking for things in this bible I own.

I’ll have to apologize. I have approached people before, but it was only when I was so filled with joy that I just had to find out if the person next to me had what I had, which I believe has come from the faith I hold.
“Are you a Christian?”
“No.”
“Okay, just curious.”
And then I go off humming or something.

Now I will be honest. It’s not always happiness and singing. Sometimes I do get a bit sad. But these periods of depression come from one thing: I want to do something that I know is “wrong” (which FIRST the bible tells me, and THEN through abstinence I begin to SEE THAT IT WASN’T GOOD FOR ME IN THE FIRST PLACE) and know that if I just faithfully turn to Christ, the burden of wanting to do “wrong” will leave. And some times I say “Well, I’ll just do it this one time.” And then I’m back in the same predicament I was in before.
Smoking is a simple example. I have come to realize that I have a nice singing voice. But I can’t use it fully until I stop smoking. And smoking gives me headaches and a whole lot of other stuff.
From a religious standpoint, I’m destroying both the body and the talent that I was given. It’s like God says “I will give you this talent and with this talent you will be able to do many things.”
I can reject that, but let’s look at this example. You give your son a toy. He takes the toy and starts to hit it against the wall. He ends up destroying it. He doesn’t even thank you for it.
You can do a variety of things. Do you want the child to continue to display this sort of behavior? Or do you lovingly and patiently correct them?

I want to wrap all of this up with a couple of points.
Perhaps a person CAN have this without Jesus Christ. Very well. I’ve found something that works for me and fills me with joy that goes beyond words (and it literally goes beyond words… I’m not just using a cliché). I don’t have any anxieties about the future, I don’t have any anger towards anyone around me, and I am a simple and happy person that people say makes their day suck just a little bit less.
And the hope of Heaven?

And now we come to the end of all things.
There are two people in the world. Those who will lay their heads down in death with absolute peace and comfort, and those who will not.
I know that I’ll be one of the former.
And at that moment, that’s all that will matter.

God bless you all.

Fugues

2005-01-25T20:23:33Z

a lot of nice things in the fugues of bach.
I could just listen to and write fugues for the rest of my life and have good music to listen to.
I'd still listen to proswell too.

I was going to talk about some memories

2005-01-24T21:08:56Z

But I forgot who I was again.

Livejournal is a tool used to spread a message

2005-01-24T21:03:30Z

So I'll use it to toss some morsels:

Only a few remain today. But the things of the past are just things discovered by sinful man’s eyes. God has allowed man to discover certain things.
Who is to say the unsung piper in 16th century Switzerland was not composing a piece that in the future would be put to some electronic tones by proswell?
That is knowledge of infinity, which only God can know.
God Almighty, the Sovreign, who chose to save those who believe.
There are better things than this world.

reminisce part 3

2005-01-12T20:06:34Z

(see this entry for th e lowdown)

There was a period in my life where everyone I knew had easy access to LSD. On one particular evening, I and a friend had been tripping all night and were having our last peak when we stopped by another friend's house. They were watching "Meet the Parents" on DVD.
The particular scene that we focused on was when Greg Fokker is explaining the whole cat incident to Jack and the family. It's like every thing that Greg brings up against Jack is shot down and Greg just kind of has this look plastered on his face like "I know I'm f****d, but hoodely haadely yourself Jack".
The effect the acid had on this particular scene was to draw out the moments of silence as Jack and Greg had their verbal ping pong match, and make even more impressive the expressions of anger via Jack and the expressions on Greg's face.
And then the movie ended and we simply let the DVD menu play (it continually shows the scene where Greg sets the altar on fire). The acid gave the infinite nature of this scene an especially profound meaning, whose description is spoken in tongues impossible for me to comprehend.
And for some reason, every time we've been on LSD after that (it's been several years, BTW) "Meet the Parents" is always a part of it.
I can almost feel a bit of a peak every time I watch it.
And as I look to my left, I can almost see the walls begin to twist and spin like the water going down a drain.

I used to spend a lot of time calling things called "Bulletin Board Systems". Back before the internet was widely available, you'd have to call individual computers that would have software allowing a person to access various resources (including pornographic pictures depicting women and men engaged in sexual intercourse).
I was bored with the local BBS's and began to branch out nationwide. The first out of state BBS I called was named "The New Dork Sublime". The very first file I downloaded from this BBS was a text file with the lyrics to "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode.
I don't know why I chose that song. Maybe it was because I was spending so much time staying up all night in those days.
It's like the particular sounds in "Enjoy the Silence" are suited to the night.
In the video you have the singer going from place to place with a fold-out chair simply sitting down and moving on.
The feeling of the summer of 1993 is tinted with shades of both the music and the video for "Enjoy the Silence", and is colored in dark green, dark puple, and of course, black.
And I think it was with "Enjoy the Silence" that I got my first real taste of a beautiful and melancholy fade-out. As the song ends the voices join in and rise and fall as the song fades out.
I imagine the singer sitting on some snowy mountain top thinking of love lost and love desired as he drinks his coffee and says to himself "It wasn't meant to be...".
"...Enjoy the silence..."

reminisce part 2

2005-01-12T19:47:48Z

(see this entry for the downlow)

“A thousand years is but an instant…”
The young man who gives this speech is autistic. Richard Linklater explains in the commentary for Waking Life that the young man is supposed to be some sort of alien who’s been on this earth and is giving a farewell speech to Earth, as related to Wiley Wiggins. The manner in which the speech is given seems that the alien is simply relating what’s coming to mind in a monotone voice, almost like a chant (due in part to the actor being autistic).
“…now I remember, this happened to me before…”
Simply walking through life and letting everything be seems to be contained in the emotion this scene invokes. Just walking through life and letting yourself and everything simply BE. Accepting your lot and moving on with life. Taking it all in and letting it connect with your memories. And then fading out regardless of who remembers you or not.
“… I remember where I came from, and how I became human, and why I hung around. And now my final departure schedule: This way out, escape velocity: not just eternity but infinity!”
And then the scene morphs, backed by the melancholy hit of piano keys as Wiley continues his wayward journey through his lucid dream.

One scene that seems to be liked by all is the “Holy Moment” scene. What’s so emotional for me is simply the end of the scene. The two men talking go on about this idea of “The Holy Moment” and the scene ends with one friend telling another “You’re unique like that Kahvi (?), that’s why I like hanging around with you. You can… you can bring me into that.” (The way the person pauses and repeats “You can” has an emotional payload itself… Probably because he’s experiencing something that goes beyond “You can bring me into that” but just settles on hoping his friend understands)
And the two become clouds (forms in the world that are there and gone in the blink of an eye).
Two men having a conversation and finding something in each other. Two people amongst the millions expressing something deep that us who have watched this movie are allowed to experience somewhat, due to their lucid expression of their own feelings.
Both turning into clouds works on different levels because it’s like the moment is frozen in time, but it gives (to me) the impression of something there and (sadly) gone. An experience for the two people and the two people alone.

My first emotional experience with Final Fantasy was the ending to Final Fantasy IV. Sure, now it seems a little cliched and cheesy (the cultured viewer might see it simply as another happy ending). But tell that to a 10-year-old kid who’s come to consider these characters close friends.
Cecil and Golbez restore their brotherhood as Golbez leaves this realm of existence with the Lunarian.
And then the music kicks in. At first it’s a slow, rising song (rising in reminiscence and hope with Zeromus now destroyed), and then the shuffling drums fade in (reminds me of “Neverending Story” where Bastian decides what he’s going to wish for… the movie “Neverending Story” was one of those things I was emotionally drawn into as a child… probably why the ending to Final Fantasy IV is so tear-jerking… I associate it with Bastian riding on Falcor and chasing down the bullies) and another song of reminiscence and absolute hope kicks in (I say absolute hope because the hope is sealed by the powerful horns and percussion). And then from that point it’s about revisiting old friends backed by this feeling of hope for their futures. Particularly emotional:
The Big Whale, the ship called forth by the prayers (“wishes”) spurned by the hope that the party would defeat the great evil, returns to the sea. Perhaps to be called upon again by another party in the future… a party that would have no prior knowledge of the adventures of the party in Final Fantasy IV… and I don’t know why, but that makes it all the more emotional…
“Scrap the tanks…” Outside of the 16-bit graphics I see the dwarves caught up in joy that they’ve not had before. What was previously time and energy spent on defense is now time and energy spent on joy and celebration. And in my mind I see the dwarves raise their fists victoriously as the tools and implements previously used for war are thrown in the air… the king’s declaration that “there ain’t gonna be another war” punctuated by the combined shout of possibly hundreds of dwarves. “LALI HO!”
And of course, who could forget Kain and his clifftop lament that he cannot face Cecil now, but that he must retreat from those he betrayed and become a “true dragoon”. It’s a scene about a person who is repentant and hopeful. “Until then…”
And then the fade.
The only other really emotionally striking part about this ending is the cue for the credits. All of our friends are joined together and we get one last glimpse at the characters we’ve spent so much time with as the victorious sound of the Final Fantasy IV ending theme finishes its second phase. What are their futures? I remember when I was so confused by the ending of the book Stuart Little. I asked my teacher “What happens to him now? Does he find who he’s looking for?” And since then, I’ve found something of a happy emotional high in realizing that it doesn’t matter that there’s no written ending. The ending is yours to create. But I think that we would all agree that everything turns out fine.

reminisce part 1

2005-01-12T19:46:48Z

“A few beautiful things I have seen”

I think that my entire problem with other people comes from this:
I think that I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in this world and have given these things very deep and complex descriptions as to why they are beautiful. The descriptions themselves, while being accurate and part of the perception of beauty (which goes beyond simply being labeled “beautiful”, hence the complex descriptions) can only be understood by certain people (for instance it takes someone who has a certain mindset and certain history to understand why the ending to Final Fantasy IV is “beautiful”).
By focusing on these things entirely (like I tend to do) and desiring to share them with other people, I inevitably get put in a situation where I am unable to express myself to others because the other people are very few.
So I have to just get them out, appreciate them one more time, and toss them in my “emotional travel bag” where they’ll stay. They’re not going anywhere. When the time comes I’ll be able to share them with others. And I can trust in that and begin to communicate about other things. Mainly things that involve how OTHER people feel. So here goes a look at things I’ve found beautiful in this life, and why. In no particular order other than just looking at this collection of memories and picking some out.
PS: Some of this may turn out to be embarrassing, but that’s okay because perhaps it’ll be a cleansing act as well.

logos

2005-01-07T19:54:45Z

Assume that there is a collection of every true statement about the material world from beginning to end. Included in this collection of true statements is everything from the mundane "Chris Edwards is typing an entry in livejournal", to some kind of collection of statements about axiomatic mathematics.
Included in this set is also statements about how a person will and should react to any given situation.
God in the flesh? The embodiment of:
1) Only those actions that are sinless (or not disobedient to God)
2) All true responses to any question given (or responses given in parables or questions that have the purpose of guaranteeing the inquiring person or group reaches some kind of understanding)
3) Every other true statement and response that wasn't expressed or followed, respectively, due to it not being required during Jesus' walk on Earth

This makes sense to me.
THE WORD -- the infinitude of truth.

ETERNITY PAST -- the material world -- ETERNITY FUTURE
"I AM" -- all material truths -- "I AM"

LOGOS.

I'm off of robotussin

2005-01-04T20:50:27Z

If you're thinking I'm full of it, you have every reason to think so.
But read this short piece for my history with robo and how I was finally
freed from it. For you people keeping up with my spiritual excursions,
it reads like religious beliefs have nothing to do with it, so you can
stop gagging.

When I started taking the robo, I was able to do things I never thought I
was capable of.
1) Musical expression came easy. Composition was enjoyable and fluid.
2) Writing was a new skill that had been dormant but never able to fully
articulate. The words flowed and I was able to write effortlessly, much
like how I composed music.
3) My one physical trait that had made me think I was ugly for years and years
of my life suddenly disappeared from my mind. I could talk to any girl I wanted,
and girls I never dreamed would be attracted to me were reacting to my flirting
with red faces and cute giggles.
4) I was able to say what I was thinking without fear of how people would react.
I no longer thought what I felt like saying was stupid.
5) I could do things around others without fear of how they would react.
I could be witty and funny without thinking my humor was dull.

But it wasn't the robo that allowed this. It was the DISSOCIATION from my
ego, which was totally negative. When I was off DXM, my thinking about
myself and everything I thought about saying or doing was negative. I was
an ugly, worthless loser incompetent and incapable of anything. Every word
used to pass through my head and would immediately be seen as stupid. Every
action would be met with laughter even if I thought it was the right action.

But today I did one thing that I've never did before:
Simply looked in the mirror and reaffirmed what I was feeling on the DXM.
The things I feel like saying are worthwhile, the actions I feel like doing
are worthwhile, and I'm an attractive person (not the greatest thing, but
attractive nonetheless). My music is beautiful and worth composing, and
my writing is interesting and enjoyable to read.

And I haven't wanted DXM all day long.

Yet, I can't help but say "To God be the glory".

More emo

2004-12-30T09:39:26Z

I have a hole in my heart and it's approximately 4'10" in diameter.
Or maybe it's not. Remember how I said that this got me nowhere? It never gets me anywhere but I can't deny the little ounce of help that comes from this. But Jesus Christ was rejected by everyone and my worst moment of pain and loneliness (that has been going on and off for three months) can't even begin to make its way toward what Jesus went through. That's where we find help.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <3

2004-12-25T17:23:17Z

To all my friends and the ones who have helped me in the past, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I'm still lonely, I still have yet to meet that beautiful girl whose eyes I will
look into and say "I love you" with sincere adulation...
BUT
I have family, friends, and the people who have supported me in the past.
And that's what God wants us to see. When we don't get the things we think
we NEED (when in truth we simply WANT them, no matter how simple... in my case
I simply want to be held right now, and have wanted that for months and months
and a year or two), we still have those things that make life special and
make us realize that it's not so bad after all.

Now, while I can't give you all a present, I hope you enjoy reading this
article I just wrote about the game KATAMARI DAMACY.

KATAMARI DAMACY: If God were to make a video game, this would be it

The premise is so simple but so cute at the same time. The Creator of the universe, in some unknown event, knocked all the stars out of the sky. It’s up to you, little prince (though I would like to believe that the creators of Katamari Damacy knowingly gave kudos to the writer of “Le Petit Prince” by making his habitation a “walkable-in-a-minutes” ball resembling a planet) to fill man’s night sky with beauty once again.
Now why would the Creator have you, little prince, do what He could easily do in one perfect syllable?
And that’s the first lesson. The Creator asked you because you are His and He wants you to feel responsibility for something important (making the night sky beautiful again), and also because He wants you to share in the beauty of creation.
Now Katamari Damacy is beautiful at its essential core, filling the night sky with stars again, but it is so humorous and is the epitome of “don’t take yourself TOO seriously” that its humorous elements have to be magnified.
The objects all make either attention grabbing or humorous noises upon roll-up, and the colors the game uses are both easy on the eyes and fun. As you go through the world that the creators of Katamari Damacy have envisioned for us, you feel a part of it, but you always know that it’s not the real world due to its utter simplicity (all characters maintain a blockiness and sway from side to side like those old weeble wobble toys that gave us the memorable saying “it weebles and it wobbles but it don’t fall down”).
It is the instant gratification that Katamari Damacy gives that makes it such a joy to play.
And not just that, but it is so simple to get into that anyone can pick it up and play in no more than 5 minutes. After just 5 minutes you too will be rolling up objects to fill the night sky with beauty, and you too will share in the responsibility of our cute little prince.
There is so much more that could be said about Katamari Damacy but I think I’ll leave it at this. If God were to make a video game, it would be Katamari Damacy. It presents important life lessons in a package that is cute, sweet, and endearing all at the same time. It is like the perfect alphabet soup, leaving you feeling warm inside and letting you see how the different elements add up. And there’s never the same word twice.
Despite its only shortcoming, that it is a rather short game, it’s still only $20 brand new, and you can’t deny the fact that it doesn’t get more wholesome than this.
And if you pay attention, who knows… You might actually learn something.
As a final thought I wonder what the creators would say were I to pose the question “Are you religious?” I imagine they would, in Katamari Damacy fashion, playfully walk around the question and put me on the spot, giving me an unequivocal and poignant “YES” wrapped up in a question: “Did the Creator of the Universe NEED his little prince to fill the night sky, or did he just want the little prince to learn about responsibility and pride while having a really great time doing it?”

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
And I hope you all find happiness.
Koley, you'll find happiness when I let you win in Soul Caliber. ;)
LOL jk
Or is it?
The question presents itself. Did you waste me or did I let you win?
At that time, when we actually play against one another...
We may never know.

AND ALICIA RATTO I <3 YOU YOU KNOW I DO.

maitreya-betraya (or TJ if that's your name) -- You know the score. And I
feel like a little child every time I play that game. And I do remember Him.

Solarbodhi and Elorgtussy, you gave me more than most people in this life.
You gave me food and shelter and the things I needed. I'll never forget it.

BETH. We helped each other to not feel sad.

FREDDY. I hope you find your answers and that what I've told you enlightens
you.

IF YOU'RE NOT LISTED HERE DON'T WORRY. I LOVE ALL MY LIVEJOURNAL FRIENDS.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

OH YEAH if you ever need to reach
me you can do so at the number 336302YECH or 336302WEAG (it sounds much
funnier when I say it... 3363029324).
fin.

I'm a sucker for these kinds of punctuation marks

2004-12-18T18:31:30Z

My name is Chris Edwards.
I think I'm going to name my cat bleenko.
Right now some song by proswell is playing that, were my life to be a movie,
would play at that moment that I look at the camera and say "that's that"
at which point the credits begin to roll and I turn around and walk away.

Only God can give a person deep, meaninful moments like that that will live
on in their hearts for eternity, and in their heart alone.

So now this whole bleenko movie is over and the credits are starting to roll.
I'll let this song by proswell be the final accompaniment and wish you all
well in whatever you choose to do in this life.

BOOYAKA.

(the end)
if you would like to hear more about this story of my search for truth, email me
at bleenko@yikha.net. it'll blow your mind.
i'll be uploading all past episodes of "the bleenko show" to this directory during the week:
http://bleenko.yikha.net/show
my music can be found here:
http://bleenko.yikha.net/music

and in those two outputs of artistic expression, you'll hear an honest
search for the truth and i hope all that listen find the answers they're
looking for too.

oh yeah, and that song by proswell can be found here. It really is quite a "farewell" tune, is it not?

That's all from Chris Edwards. Anyone who wants to keep up with me can do so via email. Pictures of bleenko the cat will be posted when I finally get my siamese cat I've always wanted.

now this really is the end (:

the last word from bleenko (and it fades out so beautifully)

2004-12-18T08:38:27Z

this is the last thing you'll ever hear from bleenko:
go to this page and see what it's all about. that's all.

cxib @ 2004-12-18T02:02:00

2004-12-18T07:01:27Z

We talked to each other… to help each other not to be sad.
What did Jesus do when he was on this earth? He gave all he could to whoever needed it.
That’s all.
The true way is to give freely without expecting anything back. Complete and total altruism.
But no one could possibly do that because we are all selfish. The thing is, we don’t have to
Because someone already did.
I want to help people not feel sad and lonely because I know how it feels.
But I also want people to know that once this life is over, there’s an account to be given.
But will I? Probably not. I’ll probably go on taking more dxm and listening to more sad songs
By Proswell and drinking my bad coffee hoping that someone will hold me the next night.
But we’re real human beings and I hope that if for one moment you take the pain away from
Someone, you will.
And that’s all.

THE FINAL BLEENKO SHOW IS ON THE NET FINALLY!!!

2004-12-11T20:31:03Z

Head over to this page I whipped up for the final episode of the bleenko show and download away!!