Friday, January 30, 2009
Well, I must say, though all the passwords made it really tough, I think all the tech added in actually helped out. I figure that I took more from this class than I did any other one... aside from telecomm cause that helps me out mre in Wikispace creation.
Monday, January 5, 2009
There are Daggers in Men’s smiles, a phrase that only a genius like William Shakespeare could come up with, and yet it still amazes me that a line such as this could be put to use almost every hour of every day. I can’t even begin to properly recall every time I should have used this phrase there are so many times that people try to manipulate me, however probably the most unusual time would have to be while my family was waiting for my father to return from overseas about 8 years ago. I was young, well at least younger than I am now, but at any rate this would be a dirty trick to someone of any age. While we where waiting for the plane to land I let my eyes wander about the bland waiting room as I tend to do when I get bored. Everything appeared normal until I happened to spot a green speck on the floor. I have always been a child who was enthralled by finding out what something is and when I found a dollar there, well I just couldn’t resist. I reached out and to my surprise it jumped away from my hand. Naturally I thought that m swift reach simply blew it away from its original position so I thought I’d try slowing it down a little to no avail. I was infuriated yet entranced by this dollar that scurried along the floor like a rodent and decided to follow it to the ends of the earth, or at least to the door. It was only then I realized that I was very lost, very surrounded by strangers, and very alone. Separated from family and comfort began to frantically go through my options and that’s when my eyes returned to the accursed dollar. I decided then and there that for what it put me through I would take it and make a vending machine eat it so I redoubled my chase and finding that this enchanted dollar was much quicker than I. I soon realized that my attempts to capture my prize where in vain but since I didn’t know what else to do I continued my pursuit for three more minutes. When the enchanted dollar finally came to a rest I found my self staring not at my prize but at the large black boots of a very entertained man carrying a fishing pole. I started back in fear but when he started to congratulate me and unhook the dollar I felt slightly more comfortable, and it was then that my mother found me. Asking her if I was her boy she responded with a very sarcastic “yes, but if you want him by all means take him.” He then handed her the dollar while saying “no I don’t want a little bugger that determined, but he’s at least earned this, I only wish my employees where that dedicated.” My mother handed me the dollar we said our thank you and left him to his fishing. I never felt more humiliated in my life than that moment in time, I’m told I went through a restricted area but I doubt it.