Saw the Movie Contact

So I recently watched the movie "Contact" with Matthew McCaughnahoohah and Jodie Foster and I was very pleasantly surprised.
I was very intrigued by the idea of a more "realistic" and "modern" alien contact genre, and this was a good fit... Except for the conflict the movie has within itself on the subject matter of religion. But, it was a good fit... For the time period.
That's where my opinion begins to deter and I think more and more of the people who were children back when that movie came out, would agree with me, today.
I believe we, as free thinkers of the world, are moving further and further away from religion, especially when it comes to interfering with most processes nowadays, in Government, (save for only a small few issues that are still being fought over today). We try to not let religion define us as much since the 1980's, when the story was originally written. I do love the inclusion of the subject of religion, however. I just think, when you have an educated woman who has been working on the project for as long as she has, the answer to the question "Do you believe in God?" shouldn't matter. It's about the destination, the possible answers she might find, and the psychological repercussions that may occur due to the sudden realization of your very existence.
Think about it! She suddenly learned that the entire human race is not alone in the Universe, and when she gets back, everyone thought she was crazy, because she received the answers telepathically. She didn't physically go anywhere........ Except completely beyond all space and time. But your mind is what holds the key to the answers. Her consciousness was brought into the world of the dead, where existence is ever-flowing, and eternal. Then, her consciousness was put right back in its place like nothing ever happened.
As for whom the movie was dedicated to; Carl Sagan, the author of the original book, certainly had an amazing mind and perhaps even held "the answer."
Yes, THE answer. The one that the world (in the movie) both scrutinized and prayed for, by the end of the film. The all important wonder of "What are we? What is 'existence'? What is the meaning of life?" And it seemed like Carl was so very very close to giving the answer, but he told you exactly why he couldn't give it to you:
It's not something you can be told, it is something you must see and experience for yourself. In that moment, you have an experience that is far beyond your intellect, and is so awe-inspiring, that you suddenly feel a wave of understanding and completion.
Ellie experienced that in the movie, and he gave SO MANY MANY answers away, but you have to be really paying attention to get them.
 First, it began when she was dropping, while in the sphere, which to those of us "on Earth" was just a few seconds.
She technically didn't go anywhere, but she DID take something "with" her. (You'll understand why the quotes are where they are later). She took the camera! Which recorded 18 hours of static! (So the Press Secretary said, at the end of the movie, even though they said the machine didn't work, and she plummeted straight through and only seconds passed. Hmmmm!
The electromagnetic field that the rings generated became a "transport" of sorts (It was even stated that way in the script) I believe it didn't actually take the body anywhere, though. It instead transports the conscious state to another part of the universe. The universe is not just the place we live and breathe and exist in on this planet, it is everything and all things everywhere and they are all happening all at once in all places of space and time, consecutively.
Yeah... That's a pretty huge idea right?!
lol Anyway, it's because it is. Ellie's conscious state was pulled from her body (I believe the same thing happens when we go to sleep and enter a dream) and it was taken to another part of the universe.
Speaking of consciousness leaving and the idea of dreams, possibly being related, I think that when we dream, our conscious state escapes to another part of the universe for a period of time, which is why the universe is always growing; because there are always conscious beings dreaming and creating new "life"/stars in the Universe. Anyway...
When Ellie was on this planet, I think the consciousness of her father appeared before her, having left his Earth body, and when she said "This isn't real" he said "I thought it would be easier for you [to appear as your father]" which is interesting. So, pure conscious beings with no body don't actually have real form? Thus the wet-looking, "mirage-y" form. Now the reason why I think he's consciousness, and not an alien, because he says to her "You have your mother's hands." Only her father would know that.
I think, in a way, Ellie saw "Heaven". But! It's not what Christian's assume it is. It's so much more than that. But on the same level, it's also very personal, and incomparable to what may be other's versions of "heaven".
And the reasoning for that is the fact that life itself has been given a definition of reality that is true to this Earth, but is also consciously false.
We remember days prior to this and so on and so forth, but only truly up until a certain point. After that, it all just seems like a long lost dream. The reason for this is because we all exist in the same universe. We all wake up in this universe (after our consciousness escapes when we sleep), and regardless of whether or not we "dream" per se, our consciousness is away for a time, and then eventually returns here. Dreams seem like hours, sometimes days or weeks at a time, because our conscious being cannot be measured by time. We live whole lives in our dreams that we forget once we wake.
Perhaps, the purpose of us all waking in this universe day in and day out until our bodies serve no purpose to this planet any longer, is so we can do something truly extraordinary as a species, together. I think, somewhere along the line, humanity forgot its true purpose, and now we're all stuck here until we can remember...
It's like you're living in a REALLY long dream... you just don't remember that you went to sleep a long time ago. And what happens when we "awaken" from THIS universe? The eternal slumber of death may also bring about a reawakening somewhere in another part of the universe...

Man I wish I were this Cow

Work is Tough

Haven't blogged in a while. I have a full schedule with work, now, so it's very very hard for me to find "me" time. I'm around my boyfriend, often, and that isn't technically "me" time. It's fine, I love him, we spent a good 3 hours just him and me on my day off yesterday ;)

Anyway, I still find time, of course, to smoke, and recently after smoking, you know how one thought leads to another? Well, I find myself missing my little blog. I have always enjoyed writing, I just never felt a compulsion to actually write about anything. Weed has really made that a lot easier. I feel inspired, compelled, driven, whatever word you wanna use to describe it; weed makes me feel wonderful.

I'm never dull, I'm never lazy, I'm a hard worker, I make great money, and I have a lot of guests at my restaurant who look forward to seeing me again and request me often. Weed takes all of the positive (and, unfortunately, negative) energy I get from guests, and I can just let it all free. I forget conversations that upset me, people I had to be fake nice to even when they were blatantly rude for no reason. Those fade away and new thoughts provoke me and I can then literally find my separation from work and home. Though I choose to forget those things, there are incredibly important things I always remember: ie. letting the dog out, feeding the animals, cleaning kitty litter, doing laundry, cleaning dishes, wiping counters, vacuum floors, sort mail, pay bills, clean bathrooms, clean room, sort laundry, make food (that part is always great) and then find time to do the private time thing (bow chicka wowow)

These things that I make sure I am always doing represent my integrity; in myself, at work, and within others when I CAN rely on them. I have learned how to do things on my own, live life, save money, balance weed and work, and friends and family, go on vacations, and all without driving recklessly or endangering or being rude to a single person. My life matters, there are others who live just like me, I know they're out there, you just don't know who they are because they're always kind, polite, careful, and give out and receive good karma from others.

One love, my friends

So I'm High...

And I've had a great idea for a scene I'd love to write in a stoner comedy/itellectual movie I want made someday, haha. Or maybe it'll end up just being a monologue I can give to aspiring theater nerd stoners.

So, I have to set the scene for you, though. The scene plays out as follows:

Someone, man, woman, child, congressman, lolz, catches you not only HIGH but smoking those illegal mary-juh-wah-nuh drugs right in public. They say to you:


"Don't you have any sense?! Who do you think you are?"

You reply with:

"Miss/Ma'am/Sir/Dude/etc...

If I may, I believe the question is "What do I think I am?"

A druggie?
A loser?
A hippie?

Or perhaps are you looking at it too negatively to possibly comprehend how I see things?

Honestly, there are three types of people out there:
 Idealists,
Theologists,
and Realists.

Everyone thinks they all have the right idea, but who is honestly correct here?

Is it the Idealist, who thinks something can be made real if we wish it enough, thus creating a lie for others to reach for in desperation?

Or is it the Theologist, who tries to put those wishes to reality to make them true or false so there is no more grief, but in the end, sacrifices integrity in order to be seen as a leader?

No...

The correct one here is the Realist, the one who sees the world just as it is, and can possibly be within its own limits. He never reaches too far beyond his grasp because the world has scorned him one too many times. He doesn't take advantage of others because he knows the outcome has nothing to gain. He has seen the world, its hunger, its sadness, its cruelty and malice. But he has also seen beauty in the tiniest places because he began paying attention to the world that rushes around him.

He watches them struggle and cope,
gain and boast,
live and die,
and know that one cannot live without the other.

He is the one who watches the other two fight to the death over their beliefs

He is the Realist; the seer of all outcomes
The bird outside of the cage looking in
The terrified child witness to a tornado's rampage

He is I. I am Me

We are few in number so we cannot fight the voices that scream over one another. We do no harm, yet we get punished. We work, we go to war, we pay taxes, we vote, we try to have our voices heard, but we are ants amongst the swooping winds that sway the grass. Do I not count? Is my voice not important because there aren't enough of me in the world? What are YOU, then? An Idealist? or a Theologist? One or the other telling from your tone, as if you're better than me. If silence is what you want then so be it, I will return to my quiet hole from whence I came and continue to watch the world destroy itself around me with petty arguments that have no outcome. When your day comes and you need someone to stand by you, we won't be there to answer the call, we'll be far too busy saving the world from itself

Love Never Dies: Channeling Phantom - New Changes

I'll start off by showing you a couple pictures. The first is the original poster for the musical, the second is from 2004's The Phantom of The Opera, and another from the reworked Love Never Dies, the new Phantom of the Opera Musical

I will start off by saying that I LOVE this musical. I loved it originally, and I even love what I've heard about the new changes. We'll get to the explanation of that a little later. Something to think on, though, what do you think they were going for when they did this homage to the Phantom Movie? Was it sort of like "Yeah, remember how the movie played out in the black and white parts? Yeah, this is our show explaining that." And if anyone out there is too smart for your own good, then I'm sorry I ruined the plot of the show for you in that one sentence.

THOUGH the plot, some said, wasn't really great, I felt it was a great way to end the love story on a "good note" if you will. The music is gorgeous, the story progresses well, and all the right Andrew Lloyd Webber signatures in the music are there; the sweeping music, the gorgeous arias, the troubled character's woes through song, it's just amazing if you love this sort of thing.

It's hard, sometimes, for me to let go of what reality looks like, so I can escape to another place. Movies are great, music really gets me close, but musicals, I feel that I have physically escaped to another place and I am watching this story happen live before me.I love that I can't experience it in any other way but that medium. That's why my heart still yearns for the theater sometimes.... I'll sing for you guys sometime. If you know where to look on youtube, you'll find me

Sucker Punch Verdict

Sad to say, guys, it was fun and all, but so... out of this world that it was hard to keep track. I had to keep giving myself excuses to keep watching and "see how it all ends." Brendan and I went VERY high, of course, and I LOVE delving into a movie like Inception when I'm fucked fucked FUCKED up on drugs, like I am tonight, but god help me I couldn't find the logic in it.

SPOILER!!!

The "dance" she did was so fucking mind blowing that it made everyone see crazy shit ooooor... she starts tripping balls when she dances?....???? or.... I'm not sure, but it's an excuse for Action for Action's Sake. I'm alright with that since that's what I'm here for but they could have given us more of an excuse. They say it's kind of like "Alice in Wonderland"-ish and I get that, but the long moments of her imagination running wild. And by "her" I don't mean BabyDoll, whom it seems, throughout the movie, that we were seeing through the eyes of, but really I think, when the eyes of BabyDoll and Sweet Pea met, we started seeing the story through Sweet Pea's eyes and we saw how she made everything seem... a "little" glitzier, but not by much. The end result has us trying to figure out ourselves, who drives us, who gives us purpose... The choices we are given and the paths we take, who determines that?

"We do"...

HD Pictures of Weed

I thought I'd start a new segment with a few pictures I've found scattered around of beautiful beautiful weed. I'll start with one I just took if you know what I mean ;) I'm going to try and get action shots (lol) thus the action, tagline associated with this post. Click on the picture for the full version in HD

I'm too high to try and get this picture vertical

 Oooo spooky lookin'... and yummy to the bone I'm sure...mwhahahaha

moving on...

 This picture looks like a scene out of Final Fantasy, (lol. I'm so high.) Anyway, it looks like an army ready for battle.

So.... Sparkly.... Musn't... burn... too pretty!

This thing looks like an alien... and I love it

Sucker Punch

So this movie seems incredibly insane. Albeit, near child pornography, I'm still going to see it. Of course, reviews aren't great but I'm only in the mood to see crazy bitches kill a dragon and fuck up some bad guys all in the name of revenge.

Fucking Sick Of This Shit

Here we go, right into it, Gay Marriage

This shit has got to STOP! There is no reason people shouldn't be allowed to be together. To treat us as inhumanely as they did African Americans in the 60's without LITERALLY segregating us, it's disgusting. We ARE segregated, technically. In society, where we go, there aren't specific gay fountains or schools. They were so close to getting that off the ground in the 80's too, it's a shame, they REALLY could have made us look like animals then.

Fucking idiots. The human race, I'm beginning to see, is honestly, all of them, a bunch of morons. I feel so out of place from them, so separate, that I don't even want to include myself with them. The people out there who may happen to read this KNOW whether or not they are included with "them" because if you've smoked enough weed and you're reading an intellectual stoner's blog, you'll know you think as often as I do and you too are beginning to put the pieces together.

Gadafi is another example, the ignorant fools of Sudan is another, and the crazy Malaysians censoring GaGa's "Gay Part" of "Born This Way". These people, look at their selfishness, their unwavering disdain and back-handed cruelty and malice toward people they don't know, understand, or care to understand, they just want them gone because they don't like them. Why do they push so hard to make their personal voice heard? We should all have the personal voice, but why must it exist so strongly? Why must it be forced on those who needn't care about their voice?


Civilization, though out history, time and time again, has been destroyed by man's greed, their unwise and foolish voice, and their hasty and ignorant hand. We have watched for thousands of years, epic disasters have crushed us time and time again, and we worry it's the end of the world. The idiots of today are so foolish to think, that "Jesus" will return in my lifetime, or "the end of the world" will happen in my lifetime. Do you know how long that guy with the sign that says "The End is Upon Us" has been around? Since the beginning of time itself. Man's utter fear of the uncontrollable leads them to give up, and reject it. Once ONE guy does it, everyone starts getting scared and they can't calm themselves down to find a reasonable explanation and answer. I can understand why, back in the BC's, man might have a hard time finding the answers. They obviously didn't have what we have now where we look at stars explode and planets align. They didn't know what an individual cell looks like or where it came from or how it got there or expanded and became life itself.

But look at us, today... We HAVE found those answers, but that guy is still out on the street corner telling you it's the end of the world. Why? Because man is CURSED to be an idiot forever. Man is a plague to this planet. They always have been and always will until the ones that have actually discovered what life really means and how to live it, evolve into the self-aware human I see in the mirror. Realizing that your role in this universe is simply to exist and keep moving forward, is the simplest thing you can ever realize. Forget that you have a "soul" or can retain memories and think freely and feel emotion, and just realize that simple fact: We, The Human Race, are here on this planet to exist and grow until we die and the next generation takes over.

We are slaves to ourselves. Until man can come to the conclusion I have, we will never be free. Our family grows and dies around us like the slaves of Egypt, but is there any end in sight? For now, we are trapped in an endless cycle building a pyramid we haven't even started yet.

Work's A Bitch

It's a shitty rainy day today and I'm at work, as always. I usually work just about every day, with one day off on Saturdays. I need time to rest from this place. Some days I'm serving, but Tuesdays through Thursdays I Host (cause we just recently let go of one of our hostesses and it's also slow season). I look all snazzy but I'm BORED out of my mind on shitty rainy days like this when there's nothing to do and no one is coming in.

Also.... I need a bowl...

Our building is also an office space, so if you leave through our back entrance you're in the lobby of a large office building, so there are a lot of businesses that join us for lunch, which is extremely convenient. We're more or less upscale casual dining, but we take a certain pride in the food we make and present to our guests. It's why I've been here for almost 2 years.

There's this guy that always comes in, and he is the typical Republican douchebag that he just LOOKS like he is. He hates when we have cold soups during the summer. He says, and I quote "This is America, we eat real soups here." And if he does get one of our soups (Beautiful Clam Chowder or Spicy Azteca Soup) he ruins it with "croutons and bacon"... Ugh... lol, but oh so typical of him.

To make matters worse, he also seats himself (and his buddies from the business he works for) in our lounge, which is behind the glass behind the host stand; kinda hard to see. When he used to do it, I honestly wouldn't even know he's there. I'm all for breaking away from "the system" but there has to be some sort of organization.

Today he asked our manager to put on FOX News.... big surprise... How anyone could think that's news when they're all just screaming all the time, is... lol well it's news to me.

Back To Reality

Alright I've got my chips, I've got Monsieur Bublier (Mr. Bubbler, I just think his name is funnier in French, LoL)

I've had such a slow start to a day. I got outta work (which was slow and boring) and headed over to Harris Teeter for some food and hair color, so I could touch up my roots, and I got home and then had a PLAN to make a tuna fish sandwich and eat that and some toasted Ritz cheddar crackers mmm *CRUNCH* after doing my hair and having a bowl and cleaning the house a little.

That didn't happen, dear friends

I, instead, ended up smoking first and then my mind started thinking about tons of shit and then I wanted to do my blog. SO! Without further ado, my first official thought:

As I sat at my window looking out upon the backs of the many different heights of houses in my neighborhood, I looked down at my neighbor's backyard (12x12 ft, not that big) and saw that they had placed an upside down bucket on their patio table and then placed the cover over that and the chairs in order to make sure no damage came to the table or the chairs. We get a lot of snow here, so if it piles on, I imagine it certainly would hurt the table.

I couldn't help but think "Wow, that's really intuitive." Perhaps I would have adapted similarly to the situation had I been in it, but since we don't have a table outside, the thought just never crosses my mind.

Which then, had me continued in thinking we all live such different lives, even though we're so close to one another. Each of us has a different experience and challenge throughout our daily lives, which give us different lessons in life, some of which others have learned and you haven't, yet. I commend us as a species for being so adaptable, but if we are all fighting similar challenges in life, why don't we help each other out, more?

Advice here and there, or a helping hand at work goes a long way. You begin to build a team. With teamwork, you can better yourselves as a group by looking out for one another. Then, you carry that into your every day life, and teamwork, then, should technically exist in a form we would call "companionship". This goes for any kind of relationship that begins to grow as a whole. Why, then, do we stop there? Why can't the world create their own net of teams that have goals that look out for everyone's general well-being?

Oh that's right... "Government" was supposed to be that idea. Instead, what happened was the set of people who didn't 100% agree with the other set of people, asked the guy in charge to do them a favor. Then, out of friendship and in the name of "teamwork" and "leadership" he made some decree somewhere along the way that some people appreciated and others did not. It looked like favoritism, thus parties were made, lines were drawn, and the they paved the way for more corruption to come.

Thanks a lot teamwork...

First Post

PHEW! Finally all done! I made the blog, the banner, the descriptions, etc. All while trying to color my hair and talk my mom out of killing the oddly frank and misinformed girlfriend of her ex-husband, my father. It's been quite a few hours... lemme tell YOU! And I've been oh so high during this time, so now I'm totally exhausted and have forgotten WHY I even wanted to post. I shall post very soon, though! My mind is always running a mile a minute