You Silly Swiss

And so, Damien begins his next negative, yet oh so important topic of the "Every So Once in a While."

*Cue in some awesome music while I get seated*
*Cut music, cue lights on none other than Damien*

Hello ladies and gentlemen, lets get to the chase; my topic is going to be about none other than Insolent Jerks.

Where can you find these people, someone might often wonder. Well, I would suggest you look to the left, right or behind your computer. If you see nobody, then leave the room until you find someone, and chances are that person is an insolent jerk. But they cant be your parents; I'll talk about that some other time.
Now, if you're somehow not smart enough to know what a jerk is (and I know this is so many of you young readers), I shall explain it to you. A jerk is someone who cares for no one (mostly) all the time. Jerks think about no one other than themselves; they're actually really easy to spot, as I said earlier.
Jerks say things...really mean things, and they say them very often. They'll say that your house is dirt cheap, or that your car is so old they think they're grandma drove one when she was ten. And yes, they say things like that. They'll stare at how your shoes arent tied properly, or worse, they'll stare at your bare feet...and trust me, that's eerie. Sometimes you're forced to try and befriend one of these jerks and you invite them for dinner once in a while. These jerks try your mom's specialistic food and makes a disgusted face while looking at the food, asking, "What is this, I've never seen it before." while its plainly a PB&J*.
Other jerks are jerks in a different kind of way. These kind of jerks are the ones that always have to hint at something. They try and point out that someone is doing such and such without pointing names (but obviously leading to the name) in topics, posts on blogs, and things of the sort. They'll hint at other jerks also, trying to make themselves look good. They'll talk about people who are rude, impatient, fashionable in so many ways, and so, so much more. They'll hint to practically every flaw in almost every single way possible. And they're obviously conjuring other ways to hint at something.
Jerks never apologize for anything, too. They'll do the wrongestest thing in the whole, wide world and never apologize. They'll avoid it as much as possible. For example, a boy just made fun of a friend and, later, on yahoo, says "Oh, I remember saying that to you :-(" They'll make the smiley face a way to apologize, but they'll never flat out apologize for their wrong.
So, basically all is said about jerks; I must now instruct on how to deal with these jerks. First, you should just go up to them, one way or the other and flat out tell them that you really dislike (we are not allowed to hate, my friends) them and never want to see them again. Another way to deal with it is just stay away from them, for crying out loud. I mean, if this person is a jerk, you're not going to be the best of friends with him, right? So STAY AWAY FROM HIM, for crying out loud (and yes, I can say that twice). You could also send them hate mail, death threats, things of the such and hope they just shut up from being scared. Things like this should hope though. I shall leave now. Thanks and good night.**

*1 Note: This is just an example. If your mother makes a darn good PB&J for dinner, then by all means invite me too. :-D

*Cue exiting music. Lights fade. Damien walks off*

speaks for itself doesnt it? Actually...no. Unless you noticed the waterbottle completely ready to take me out with freezing cold water...Good job if you did.
Royce adopted my ways later in to the game.

At our team's (Lance, Brian, Calyn, Benicia, Mom, and Myself) victory. Lances sings praise with the song "We are the Champion"

This is Raphael taking a swing at the ball and definitely getting a hit. After two at bats, Raphael very quickly adapted to the art of baseball. Right after this picture, I believe he hit the ball to Calyn (the girl in white) or myself...
I dont know who took this picture, but here is definite proof that Raphel adapted to baseball quickly (throwing the bat while running right after a hit is a definite good thing). He could run around those bases like greased lightning.

"Damien Hitting the Ball Really Far Cuz He's Good That Way"---We were playing softball, but afterwards did the "Who can hit the ball the farthest" game...I got in second, on a bouncer too. But alas, my dad smoked me by about fifteen feet. As you can see, I could not find my sneakers so resorted to God's creation...feet. Though I might have chosen that way anyways...
This is Desi about to hit the ball during the softball game.
This is Lanchae hitting the ball for the Hitting Farthest game. I cant remember how far he got, but afterwards he played around with Junior and I (as you can see in the Zen picture in the previous post). If you notice, many had a hard time hitting the ball because Royce was pitching...and he stunk!!! Actually...we pitch to our own team during softball and Lance literally killed our own team with his pitching...its so hard having to resort to batting against terrible pitches. ;-)

Some (Randomness) Included

Lance and Junior are at peace with the world.
Raphel eating dinner with us.

So on Sunday we went and played softball. It was Raphael's first time playing, but he definitely got the hang of it. I'll put up some more pics in a bit, but I wanted to just use this post to introduce Raphael (as a picture) and show you guys how nicely cut and green our softball field can get. It was the perfect opportunity to take a complete poser pic. (right above). Enjoy!

I Like the Sound of My Own Voice

Blogs.


Blogs have become so many things. They have become ways for people to post photos, random subjects, daily activities, etc. etc. But I think America has taken a new stance on Blogs.

The fun and excitement in blogs has died down, almost to a tragic end. Nowadays, Americans of all over believe a blog to be JUST about your life, when this is completely wrong. You see, a blog was first used as a form of journal, but more so that everyone can see it (i.e. a public journal). Now, American Liberals are grasping the blogs to be defined as a "You must post on what you did last Tuesday" kind of blog. People, thanks to all those liberals of the U.S., competely imagine a blog as a way to tell people what major thing you did, and if someone doesn't do that in a while...he'll be ragged on like Savage would rag on the straight-forward Conservatives or, the true Republicans. So my question is this...

Can't a person be able to own a blog...without ever having to worry about putting up a picture or making a post about "I went hunting with a friend again" without needing to say how many animals you've killed? Can't a blog ever be just a "I want to have fun" blog?

The answer I'm about to say may hurt some people to the very core of their hearts; the answer, sadly, my friends...sadly...is no. No. Plain as that.

There are few exceptions though. For instance, in America, some friends figured the idea to make a blog based on news and entertainment (movies, books, music, etc.) reviews. Now, a blog for this purpose is obviously bound to some criticism if nothing happens every once in a while. But luckily, the Liberals of America haven't targeted the line "You better make a review on the next movie you watch"...only luckily, though. Who knows when they'll brainwash easy going citizens to say that? But sometimes people can be just a teensy impatient with others. Which brings us to a new reality.

Reality, you ask? Some people may tend to forget what the word "reality" is. Some people happen to think that the only way to communication is through a blog, so when some of these people's friends go hiking for one week and don't make any posts or pictures up, things can get pretty bad for that friend's blog. He may come back to find spam written all over his last post; they start off slow and nice, but quickly get into angry tones: "So, when you gonna post those pics *the next words are my own* (that you never SAID you were gonna post them)?" Same thing, yada yada and boom. "Cmon, make the post. I want to see those pictures!" and then things get insane "Post the DA%$ pictures or I'll blow you away with my shotgun!!!"
Yes, my friends, it is shocking; imagine how it must have felt for the man to come back from his hike, seeing comments like those. It's not a great feeling...not at all.

All in all, my friends, lets give bloggers a break, if they don't make a post...MAYBE THEY DONT FEEL LIKE IT! If they're busy all week...DONT RAG ON THEM!!! If you haven't made a post in one month but a constantly-posting blogger forgets to make a daily post...DONT SAY A DANG WORD ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Ok, Damien...that's right.....deep breaths, in..................ouuuuuuuuuuut................very nice* Oh! Uhhh.... so anyways, theres my post for the "Whenever I feel like it, not when you feel like it."

Damien

PS. I would like you all to know that we have a visitor from Switzerland named Raphael for a couple of months. I hope you all will be able to meet him soon!

This is a continuation of their stories

We had a Accuracy Contest where those who participated were to shoot three cans with the gun of their choice. These are their stories *bom-bum!* (Law and Order)

We had some drama that night...obviously Royce though.
Let's see. We sang (Reed left though, so not Reed) all songs from Disney's Pocahontas (spelling) to Weezer's Beverly Hills. Royce, Lance and I sang our own songs at times (the Pilley's didnt know them, nor did JP, or maybe he just didnt know the lyrics).
JC Reilley. He's a strong guy...He survived two days without Starbucks. Or wait, was it one?
Hahaha oh yeah. Night time was fun.

Taking care of Punishment? Yeah, you can say that.
Did I mention Superman flew above us when we were shooting?
David....what more can I say?
What caught a pretty good sized fish. I got the grasshoppers, David did the rest (which was dropping the line (because it cant be thrown because those poles are ancient and dont work anymore) and hoping a fish came.