Goodbye Clarke

Arthur C. Clarke died early yesterday in Sri Lanka. Any warm blooded American with respect to popular culture will miss him dearly.

He was a man that was certainly space headed, and had an imagination that kept on running. He gave us the Space Odyssey, a collection of work that started in the 70's, and was just barely completed in the same century, the last book being published in 1997.

He invented, or at least was the first to popularize the idea of the space elevator. He envisioned that the elevator(s) would destroy NASA's shuttle program, and would really open up space for the human race. I personally hope that I will see an operating elevator in my day, something Clarke dreamed of as well.

May he be immortalized through his written words.

A Human's Prayer

I was born in Azeroth, the land of the holy ways. I was taught the light. I was taught the truth. I was taught devotion to the king. I will defend the land of the pure. From Northshire to Goldshire, from Lakeshire to Darkshire. I will protect the weak and the helpless.

 

I will lend any aid inasmuch as I am able to the land of the Allies. I will defend the land of the dwarves, from the stronghold Ironforge to the hinterlands to the burning steppes. I will defend the land of the elves, from the tree of Teldrassil to the mountains of Winterspring.

 

I will defend the mighty city of Stormwind, and serve in the bastion Theramore. I am strong. I am mighty. I withstood the horde, the scourge, and the worst of Illidan's rage. I await the king. I will never lose faith.

My Broken Heart

Last week I lost my brother. He did not die, but he pretty much moved away for the rest of life. I feel like I've lost a chamber in my heart.

 

Next weekend, my best friend is moving away as well. It will really feel like severing my left hand. He was someone I didn't always need, but could always count on for any help. Another chamber has broken.

 

Now I know why we evolved into using the four-chambered heart. It's to keep us going until the other chambers can heal.

 

Adios, I'll love you both forever.

I'm not nice.

Some of my friends said that the word "nice" is not in my dictionary. This, of course, is absurd. Nice is an antonym. My dictionary definition would not be complete without it.

 

Seriously, how could I thoroughly describe myself without explaining what I am not?

 

Think about it.