The Slap Was My Last Straw
Ever since about 11:30 last night, Twitter and YouTube have been on fire about what happened at The Oscars this year. When I first read about and saw it, the incident brought back feelings of shock I hadn’t experienced since Janet Jackson at the Super Bowl. I saw the censored version first, so I thought it was a bit at first between a comedian and a comedic actor. Something to liven up the show. But the uncensored version came out and all my doubts about it being real were instantly squashed. This was real. This had happened. And I knew it would be talked about for days, if not weeks.
Shaun Miles walks into the Tech Deck with a laptop bag over his shoulder and eyes darting around like he’s trying to avoid being seen. He heads straight to the tech support desk in the back as fast as he can without running, his black mask hiding the shame written all over his face. He stands there for a moment, rocking back and forth while looking around for someone to help him. He runs his fingers over his long brown ponytail and adjusts the band at the back of his head. He tightens the band and sighs, tapping his fingers on the counter. As he turns to leave, Bridget Conner comes out from behind the curtain in the back. She cracks her neck from side to side as she walks up to the desk in front of Shaun. She adjusts her green mask and her brown glasses, then puts her long black hair up in a ponytail before smiling at Shaun.
The Goosefraba Collection
To me, meditation is all about evening out your mood. The purpose of it is to take you out of whatever negative emotions you may be experiencing and bring you back into a better mood. Zen is evening out the keel of your emotional ship, bracing your mind’s house against the harsh storm winds of the circumstances of the world and getting right within yourself. That’s where music comes in.
Karma Comes Full Circle
Let me start by saying that I’ve had a knack for video games ever since I was a kid. For some reason, I’ve been innately good at them. Whenever I walked into an arcade (for those who’ve never been in one think of it as a big room with a bunch of PS5s or Xbox Ones, but they’re in giant cabinets and they only each play one game) I made every single quarter that I put into those machines count. The best part of spending my time in arcades wasn’t necessarily just playing the games themselves. Playing against people made the experience so much better. I’m not a necessarily competitive individual, but I do have a problem with the arrogance that came from people, specifically older people. They always seemed to walk up to me with this smug look on their faces like they just expected me to shrink in fear because they were taller. Whenever anyone older than me would face me, they usually had to use a minimum of two plays. The first when they tried to “take it easy on me,” and the second when they found out that was a very bad idea the first time through. Regardless of the outcome, it gave me great pleasure to see that look of arrogance change to one of angry respect or just anger period as they walked away in inevitable frustration. As I grew older, I knew that I would experience that same feeling of being beaten by someone younger than me. I just never thought that experience would also come with an embarrassing bonus.
Barney Stinson Fans Rejoice!
The How I Met Your Mother series created one of the most interesting characters in the history of television. The awesomely, always suited up bro named Barney Stinson captivated the hearts and minds of fans of the series. But he isn’t one of the most interesting characters because of his eye-catching, envious suits, his bro code or simply how awesome he is. He is one of the most interesting because he has a unique view of the world, specifically his cinematic tastes. Like many people, Barney was a fan of the hit nostalgia classic movie The Karate Kid. Unlike most people, however, Barney’s karate kid wasn’t Daniel LaRusso. The star of the movie in Barney’s eyes was Johnny Lawrence. If you happen to agree with Barney, then I have some great news for you. You can stop searching the depths of Netflix for your next series because I’ve got two words for you: Cobra Kai.
James Wright rests his head against his hands while scratching his short black hair under his grey security guard cap. He pays half attention to the twenty monitors in front of him. The security cameras rotate throughout the museum, constantly changing and scanning the empty building. James stares at the monitors and shakes his head, letting out another deep sigh.
The Cold Ones
Darkness creeps over the icy tundra as hundreds of thousands of unique snowflakes fall onto a family of six trekking through the blizzard-covered ground. Squinting through the icy sheet of snow in front of her face, Gabrielle trudges through the inches of powder on the ground. Following closely behind her are her father, mother, brother and 2 cousins. Gabrielle fruitlessly shakes the freezing flakes off of her face as her father comes up beside her.
Depression Explained Using the MCU
Before we start, I'd like to make two side notes. First, this article is based entirely on my personal experience with depression. Second, my personal experience with depression goes back about 6 years when I was first diagnosed with depression after leaving the military. That being said, let's get to the subject, shall we?
Please let her be here. Please let her be here. Please let her be here. I grabbed the chrome door handle, looked up from my silent prayer and through the glass door to breathe a sigh of relief. She was here. Thank God. The other female guard behind the front desk was a wildebeest compared to her. Then again, most women are wildebeests when compared to this six foot two-inch stack of deliciousness with ample talents, massive rear cushions and curves in all the right places. To think that she puts all of that and her long, flowing black hair into a rent-a-cop uniform every day is a shame.
James Wright rests his head against his hands while scratching his short black hair under his grey security guard cap. He pays half attention to the twenty monitors in front of him. James stares at the monitors and shakes his head, letting out another deep sigh. As his eyelids get heavier and heavier and his head begins to slide off his right hand, he’s saved by the vibrations of his cell phone. James snaps his head up and blinks a couple of times, trying to clear his vision. His phone practically dances in front of him, flashing “Melissa” on the screen repeatedly.