Those Damn Cats

I was laying on my bed counting the rotations of my fan, as I had been for the past 2 hours. The wound on my hand was still throbbing and I was kind of afraid to leave my apartment after that Chik-Chaq fellow bit me. All of a sudden I heard a series of loud thuds. I thought this was a bit odd considering it was about five in the morning on a Sunday. i know it's odd that i was up that late, but i was all hyped up on Jack Daniels and caffeine pills. I got up and the thuds persisted, then came the rampant cursing that finally lead me to go next door and See what was wrong. I approached the door a little wary that maybe some kind of animal was loose in some one's room. I knocked on the door three times. The thuds stopped and I heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door knob turned and in the illuminated door-way was a groggy looking man with bloodshot eyes. "What the hell do you want?" he blurted out.
"I was just coming over to see if everything was OK...." I politely replied.
"It's those god damn cats downstairs. They won't stop scratching and meowing. I might shoot someone because of them...." He said with a kind of croak. "Well do you wanna come in or not?" He said sounding a little more than agitated at the idea.
"Oh.. uhhh... sure if it's not to much trouble, and if you don't hit me or anything..." I said only half jokingly.
I stumbled into his apartment, and quickly noticed that most everything was broken... and there were Advil bottles strewn across his floor, I was a little perturbed by all of this but decided I was tipsy enough to not really care.
"Sorry about the state of it... I just get so damn angry when I hear them, and that crazy woman will not let them in, they just sit out there and she throws cat food out of her door to them." He said popping a couple more pills.
"Maybe that's why her cat darted in front of my vespa a couple days ago." I said a little quietly as I felt the bandage on my nose.
"I'm going to do something about it but I don't really know anyone here." He said as he ran his hands through his hair.
"We could steal them!" I said laughing. We both began laughing a bit.
"We could kill them!" He said laughing, once again I started laughing with him.
Then we both looked at each other as our laughing subsided, the corner of his lips curled up into a half smile. I felt mine start to do the same.
That's when he and I decided to finally do away with those damn cats and piss the cat lady off.

The Horse in the Petunias

As I sped about on my vespa in Bankwood, I saw a mangy looking old man. He waved me down and told me that everyone called him Uncle Chik-Chaq, and made sure to tell me it was with a q, he then started telling me the most bizarre story I have ever heard. He ranted about how a god damn horse got in his petunias once and tore his garden up. I asked him where he lived and he replied that he had no real home and that he was constantly wandering. I asked him how he could have had a garden of petunias if he had no home, he paused looked as if he was in thought, and with greater speed than I had imagined possible from this gangly looking man, bit my wrist.
I then hit him on the head with my helmet and he ran away screaming about the communists.

Raised By The Wumpus

My name is Thumas(not Thomas) Watson.

I am 22, have black hair, and am six foot two.

I play the spoons, am a photographer, and I ride a red and white vespa with "The Lady of Spain" written in silver letters on the front. I enjoy Street Sharks, and have a "Y" tattooed on my right wrist. I am wanted for the murder of Joseph Randall Crabb, but the police gaveup trying to find me years ago.

What I learned about China! Wai Rai!

Cultural Revolution!:

• Above average intelligence was viewed by the communist party as "Counter Revolutionary".
• When the Gang of Four were arrested, it was viewed as the last major event of the Cultural Revolution.
• Mao Zedong died of Lou Gherig's disease in 1976.
• One of the major ideals of the Cultural Revolution was to eradicate the Bourgeoisie, and have the population be equal to each other.
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What's in the bag? Candy. That's what.

I like many of the other bogs I have read believe free-will dictates alot of a persons life. Although I do believe that there is a certain amount of fate that dictates what occurs in our life and the path we eventually take. The question also said to think about "the large and tiny decisions that you make on a day to day basis." I feel like a good portion of what occurs in my day is free-will. but that there are greater things at work, that I don't understand. There are probably little things that happen for some reason that I don't notice and kind of take for granted. Things that I cannot comprehend and don't think twice about.

Free Fallin'

Both fate and freewill are powerful motifs in Oedipus Rex. Though fate is depicted as the more inescapable of the two. The story in itself is filled with characters using their free-will to attempt to avoid what they know to be there fate. For instance Oedipus uses his free-will to avoid his fate by not returning to who he believes to be his parents kingdom, for fear of killing his father and marrying his mother. But as we know in the end fate is the downfall of Oedipus and it turns out that he did wrong anyway. They go hand in hand because when there is fate discussed in the book people are always excercising their free-will to change it.

MLK a great man? Or just Milk mispelled?

Martin Luther King Jr. made great strides in the fight to gain equality for African Americans, at a point in the history of America when bigotry and ignorance were abundant. He changed the lives of every African American at that point and after. He was powerful, hard-working, intellectual, and a man who would not let up in his mission until he either died or had accomplished what he had set out to do.

He was a great man because no matter how battered he got. Or how many times he went to jail he would not give up. That is what defined him as a great man. His unwavering passion for equality and relentless campaign against white supremacy changed the face of American culture a we know it. That is why he is so amazing. Because he was determined right up until he was shot. No matter what he would not give up. He would not let generations after him experience the same treatment that he and his fathers generation and many generations before that experienced.