Category: Random

A class divided



Badass Korean protester

Found this on Reddit today, I’ve found a new hero.

William Thorn had always been a good boy, he didn’t hang with the trash from the Harbour, nor the street urchin from the city. When he was a little boy London had been a flourishing, beautiful city full of helpful people and a nice enviroment. His father had been a shoemaker for the upper class and they always had food on the table. But by his 23rd birthday London had been completely industrialized, thick, dark smog filled the streets of London. William had already married and opened up a shop of his own, a bookstore. But the smog that killed so many each year made the enviroment sad, an opposite of the London William remembered from his childhood, and it drove him to the brink of insanity from time to time, he hated it, but he told no one. Then one fateful day, he had to let loose of all the anger built up inside of him, it felt like everyone was nabbing at him today, even his loving wife. Just as he closed up show and was on his way home, he sees Roswell, the multimillionaire entrepeneur, a synonym for murderer in Williams mind. Roswell was on of the most atrocious businessman in the London area, and there he was all by himself, whistling on a tune, William knew what had to be done, he was close to his home so he went in, sneaked past his wife sleeping in the bedroom, went up the attic, and found what he was looking for, a dagger of indian decent, a highly exotic knife called a Kadhjar his dad had said, it had been a gift from a wealthy noble,  but his father had no use of it, and had given it to William with a note on it where it said”Be careful” written on it. He took the blade and quickly went out into the street again, trying to hide the oversized knife as best he could. He scurried a bit until he found Roswell. William had much hate for Roswell, not only had he fired his wife without reason, there was also talk of her being molested by Roswell, tho she spoke nothing of it, but by far what made William Thorn hate Roswell was because it was his factories that created the smog, the INSUFFERABLE SMOG, he hated it with such passion!

He was close now, he could hear Roswell breathe, his heart was pumping, the adrenaline was flowing!

One, two, it was do or die now, THREE!

Williams hand moved automatically against Roswells left side, puncturing his lung, a big  red wound on his jacket, Roswell tries to scream, but to no avail, his blood flowed on Gatesides cobbled streets. William was in shock, why was he holding a bloodstained Kadhjar in his hand, and why was there a man dying before him, drunken slurring voices from around the corner bring him back to earth, and William started running, running as hard as he could, down to the docks…

That was one(huge) part of a short story I wrote in the 8th grade, and I was really surprised at how good it was compared to what I can produce now, Have I lost my creative writing growing up?

I’m thinking about rewriting it a bit and finishing it, and it has once again sparked my interest in writing stories, another major factor for that was that I recently bought two of John Green’s books, Looking for Alaska and Will Grayson Will Grayson(the latter written with David Levithan) further fueling my passion for writing. If you havent read them I suggest, nay I command you to go buy them both, THEY ARE AWESOME.

Let me know if you want me to publish the complete short story on the blog.


Clear My Name

Mugshot of Ernesto A. Miranda

Mugshot of Ernesto A. Miranda

If you were to do a Google search for my name, you will find 602 000 matches. Sadly, about 0.04 percent of those are actually me, because if you search for Ernesto Miranda(Give it a go, stalkerz) several pages of a Ernesto Arturo Miranda (no relation) will turn up, this Ernesto is THE Miranda that gave the name to the ever so heard Miranda rights, for those that don’t know, it’s that thing cops’ say to an offender when they eventually get caught, you know like in the movies.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?

(thank you Wikipedia)

Now wether or not he was guilty is an entire matter completely, he confessed, he had a record, and he soiled MY good name before I even was born.

Damn you Ernesto! DAMN YOU TO HELL!

When I eventually get famous, and I will, I dont want to be connected to this hoodlum.

So Google. please, Clear my name.

Insomnia POV

Just wanted to share this Collegehumor video, unfortunately, embedding was disabled, but here is the link anyway.

Very funny, and somewhat shows the life of an insomniac.

Why I should rule the world.

Many may object, but I think that my decision in this matter is the right way to go, the arguments towards it are heavy and logical, but my decision is final, I believe it will bring joy  to the world, it is will end wars, it will stop famine and poverty, it will unite the world it’s simply  THE RIGHT THING TO DO!

For all of humanity!

My friends, the reason I should rule the world is that I would…

relaunch FIREFLY! nuff said.

Man up brothers.

………Just Sayin’

Christmas time

It’s christmas time, and heres a treat for all of you.

Happy holidays!


Konica Minolta Memories

Konica Minolta Memories

I just read a very inspiring article by Scott Bourne, a fellow photographer(a thousand times better.)

I often doubt myself when taking photos, I try to find excuses not to take pictures, be it a bad flash, lens or batterylife. But Photography is my passion, and I’ve decided to no longer find excuses to do what I love. And Scott Bourne’s article really gave me the swift kick in the butt I needed. If you are a photographer(or any kind of creative producer even) and in self-doubt, take some time to read his article, you can find it here.

You’re not alone. Most of us have asked that question at some point in time.  You ARE good enough. Now you may not be good enough to get the cover of Time Magazine. You may not be good enough to sell $25,000 weddings, but you ARE good enough to help, and I do mean REALLY help folks who want to protect their memories.

I hope I someday become a good photographer, but, until then practice makes perfect right?

Rants of an insomniac #1

Today I’ll start my first in a long line of recurring posts. “Rants of an insomniac”, written at insane hours mostly. Enjoy!

4.46 AM

/rant “People who post recurring articles with a certain “theme” to it.”

Who do these people think they are? A television network?

It’s just in favor to get more dedicated readers I’m sure, but how about writing actual interesting posts? Having an actual opinion rather than writing some random bullshit?

Sure, it may be a winning concept, but why change your ideals for the sake of popularity? Of course, its because we all are attention whores (even I, can you believe it?!), before the internet your only hope of becoming a star or mildly famous was either becoming a politician, a genius scientist, a rock star or an actor.  Nowadays tho, some regular joe with an opinion, a camera or a good vocabulary(or Autotune for some) can become an internet celeb, and I’m definitely not saying thats a bad thing, its awesome. But because people are sheep, some rise far above others with content that can only be described as shit, an example of this is YouTube’s Fred(not even going to link that). Content like that can mainly grow because of consistency and advertising, people need to learn how to wade through the shitswamp in the internet and get to be sunny beach. Think what you will, some may find people such as Fred mildly amusing, but if you honest to whatever-entity-that-created-the-universe like his videos, you are a class A retard, congratulations, you get special education!

But these are just thoughts of mine, nothing of real interest, I don’t have nearly enough readers to be noticed, neither do I have the content some popular bloggers and vloggers have. Maybe I’ll make videos with no meaning and speed up my voice, or maybe I’ll become a fashion blogger and blog about my “outfit of the day”, Who knows?

I’m just an insomniac.

05.35 AM

/end rant