Profile for Wham Bam Shizzlezam
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| Displayed name | Wham Bam Shizzlezam |
| Member number | 4942 |
| Title | Shock Trooper |
| Postcount | 247 |
| Homepage | http://Don't got one. I'm so primitive. (This is not really a web site) |
| Registered | Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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| A Hypothetical in General | |
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written Sunday, November 7 2004 19:03
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Well, who says that the person you are killing's life is worth more than the person you know? Even if the stranger you plan to kill turns out to be a complete idiot, who are you to decide that his life is not worth anything? It just doesn't seem right to kill, even if the person is a meaningless slob. But he isn't doing anything productive, so why not kill him? I really don't know whether I would kill or not. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| 3D Graphics in Blades... in Blades of Exile | |
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written Sunday, November 7 2004 17:57
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That is a good idea TM, instead of nodes, just change the town whenever you walk through the door. This is what is what I have so far: I used the file TER3 and just drew over it. If I keep it up, do you think it is even worth it to keep on going? Thuryl aptly said that terrain spaces are precious. I don't know if I would be able to this without taking half of them up. If anyone has any suggestions, or wants to contribute, please do. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| mathematical miracle in General | |
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written Sunday, November 7 2004 12:02
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Don't forget the positions of the stars. That one is important too. So post count of the person rating you effects the rating too? That is weird... -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Always look on the bright side of life... in General | |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 18:56
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I bet a lot of us are kinda depressed and getting over the shock of Bush's reelection. So, in order to lift spirits, I am asking everyone to remember funny things. Whether they are funny stories, or talking about their favorite comidians, movie makers, etc. I myself just finished Life of Brian... hence the title of this topic. I personally like George Carlin, Monty Python, Mel Brooks, Margaret Cho, Jon Stewart, Peter Sellers, etc. So if you are sad, just remember to cheer up! And... "always look on the bright side of life *whistles* always look on the light side of life..." -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 17:08
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The patterns please. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 17:08
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The patterns please. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 16:29
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I would like these. Just for fun. I am actually going to send in the money for BoA this week... whambamshizam@hotmail.com -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 16:29
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I would like these. Just for fun. I am actually going to send in the money for BoA this week... whambamshizam@hotmail.com -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Halloween Costumes in General | |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 14:44
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Why thank you! I don't know if it has anything to do with the fact I am a vegetarian though... :P (I really am a vegetarian.) I was actually thinking the same thing, in my temporary vainness, that all the girls would become lesbians. As mentioned eariler, more girls hit on me, I don't know if this is becuase they are all lesbians or they just really *snicker* "attracted" to me. Oh well, I had fun, and that is what counts. I think... -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Halloween Costumes in General | |
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written Saturday, November 6 2004 14:19
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Yes, the mushstache was intended to throw people off... I actually had people think I was a girl, at first glance. I am glad you two liked it, CAUSE NOBODY ELSE NOTICES. Your attention is appreciated. Oh, and why do you regret looking at it? I mean, you have to admit, I did do a pretty good job. :P -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Halloween Costumes in General | |
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written Friday, November 5 2004 14:57
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Well, I promised to keep you all posted on the progress of my crossdressing scheme, so I will hold my promise. But first, before pictures, I have to give a small report: I went to school, had my hair curled, face make-uped, clothes changed, and of course, chest stuffed. I was told my hair curled better than any other girl's and that my boobs were bigger. And to be honest, they were pretty big. I won first place in the high school costume contest, and had more girls hit on me (I had a sophmore ask me subtly to go to the prom with her) as a girl than I will ever in the rest of my life (probably). I was told countless times I made a pretty girl, and I did not know how to react to that. But without further stalling, I present to you THE PICTURES: And in case you wonder what I look like in real life, not as a hot babe, this picture vaguely resembles my true form: -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| 3D Graphics in Blades... in Blades of Exile | |
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written Friday, November 5 2004 12:10
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Ok, now I need the help of all you expert scenario makers out there. I need to make a change terrain node when the party steps into a room. In Avernum, the wall shrinks, or moves out of the way so you can see the part of the room obstructed by the wall in the first place. I would like to do the same, but I don't know how. I also need the wall to pop back up when the party leaves the room. How do you do this? PS I am really thinking about throwing these new 3D graphics in a scenario I am working on. If anybody would like to help (I would really appreciate it)I can send what I have so far. I am just making a template so I can make everything else. One more question... how do you efficiently place doors on these 3D walls? -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 5 2004 09:53
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What if wall terrain looked something like this? Colored in of course. And smaller. Like mentioned earlier, Avernum graphics are not really 3D. Would it also be possible to take original Avernum graphics and overwrite them to the terrain files in BoE? I am currently working on a set of 3D wall terrain. Just as an expirement. If the graphics turned out well, it would not be illegal to distribute them, would it? (My computer will not bring the picture up. Can you all see it?) [ Friday, November 05, 2004 10:25: Message edited by: Mad Mezzulah ] -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, November 3 2004 18:23
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I know it sounds weird, but what if we could change the original terrain in BoE to be three dimensional? Is it even possible? Perhaps by modifying the Avernum graphics we could to something. I once saw a 3D monster graphic (Brett Bixler)so why can't we have 3D terrain? [ Wednesday, November 03, 2004 18:42: Message edited by: Mad Mezzulah ] -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Evolution in General | |
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written Wednesday, November 3 2004 18:16
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YES!!! I have always wanted to fly and zap things with my fingers... -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Evolution in General | |
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written Wednesday, November 3 2004 18:13
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quote:Does this mean I will be an X MAN one day? :P Where is everyone getting the information to back up their statements? I know Thuryl is doing some science stuff, but what about the rest of you? [ Wednesday, November 03, 2004 18:15: Message edited by: Mad Mezzulah ] -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Evolution in General | |
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written Wednesday, November 3 2004 14:32
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We were watching some movie in science today about super volcanoes. In estimating when the last super volc. erupted, scientists found a mass extinction of humans around 80,000 using data from mitochondrial DNA. They suspect the poputlation was reduced to a few thousand. 10,000 at the most. This suggests we are all related somehow. That is loosely related to evolution, and fun to think about. However I don't really think it or the whole evolution thing matters. We are here now aren't we? I am frying braincells staring at this screen and that is all that matters, if anything "matters" at all... EDIT: Who says screwing yourself is bad...? [ Wednesday, November 03, 2004 14:32: Message edited by: Mad Mezzulah ] -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Merry Christmas in General | |
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written Monday, November 1 2004 17:41
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I like Halloween. It is one of the few holidays where you can actually get out an do something, ya know? I like Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc, but I have admiration for holidays that involve minimal buying of anything. Subtle holidays in which you get together with family and/or friends, and just have fun. It seems in America holidays are more of a signal to blow money than to celebrate what they are really for. So, in conclusion... Canada Day is my favourite. With their civilized society, not-capitalistic economy, outlandish spellings... and fun people, their holiday MUST be ok, right? [ Monday, November 01, 2004 17:43: Message edited by: Mad Mezzulah ] -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 31 2004 13:42
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If you have too many scenarios in your bladscen folder, that may be the source of your problem. Try removing a scenario, and then try to play your scenario again. I think that may be what is wrong. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help you. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, October 30 2004 12:57
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Radiant also has a strong 5 star rating. Except I don't see him around too much. I have never seen him in General, only in the SubTerra forum. But then again, I have not been around here for very long. -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 14:38
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AHHHHH!!!!! *jumps in fright* -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Golden Country in General | |
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 13:01
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Tonight is report card night, when all the parents of good kids come in and all the parents of the kids who fail stay home. There is festivity in the air! Parents are going 90mph from work to get to school in time! Teachers are looking forward to staying until 10pm! Ahh it truely is a wonderful time of year... But anyway, I am really dissapointed that my english teacher didn't like my paper... maybe she just didn't understand. I don't know. But who needs an english teacher when you have TM here dissecting my paper like a frog in your biology class? :P -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Golden Country in General | |
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 08:29
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You would be mighty surprised how many people use proper English and capitalization. I do. Sometimes. I pop in and out of it every once in a while. No ben, that is not the school standard. In my english class, I am supposed to go above and beyond the standard to get an A. (even though she doesn't grade our notebooks... she is an interesting individual. I will ask her when a paper is due, and she will say that she doesn't know, and she will give us a warning before she collects it. She then collects it the next day... weird... but a cool teacher. Sometimes) My teacher said it has to be no less than a page and I ended up writing the beginning of a book... I am at school right now actually. I am really glad you guys like it. It was written in a hurry, and I plan to add more ideas and a bigger storyline later on. My english teacher didn't like it that much... she hasn't given me any feedback. Also, I am reading The Giver, have any of you read it? I really like it, and I am just curious as to what you all thought of it... -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
| Golden Country in General | |
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 14:46
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Thanks TM. My teacher just gave me a 90 on the first draft... Thanks for your input. I would like to hear more, but you can email it to me at whambamshizam@hotmail.com (don't want to take up too much space here) -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 25 2004 17:39
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Here is a story I wrote for English. My teacher doesn't like my endings, and if you all have the patience to read it, let me know what you think, especially about the ending. The main character is a combination of a bunch of folks I know... I had a deadline for this to be done, so it may be a bit choppy... "Golden Country" It was a mild autumn day, in mid-October. The orange and red leaves littered the streets and sidewalks, making a trek to school or the corner store was like wading across a river. The whole town was bathed in the classic cliché of that calm, serene time of year portrayed in movies. School had been going on for about two or so months now, and all the kids were over the initial excitement of being reunited with friends, and were now lifelessly marching to the monotonous drumbeats which is the school life. Of course, no fall cliché would be complete without the inclusion of a high school, which is where our story starts. The bell had ringed about five minutes ago, and the halls were slowly clearing out. Teenagers are by nature social animals, and travel in herds. These kids were no exception. Just like they did everyday, they swarmed to the great steps in the front of the main of the school. You can picture it in your head, can’t you? Hmmm... let me paint it a little more vividly: Some of the adolescents waited for the bus to pick them up, and others walked to their cars, jittery to get home, or to a friend’s house. A game of football was in progress in the distance. Also, by just looking at the crowd, you could pick out every individual and neatly put them into little groups, social classes if you will, goth, jock, nerd, etc. There were the popular girls leaning up to the wall clutching books to their chests. (The books were not for studying, of course, they were merely fashion statements.) Some of the girls gossiped among themselves, and others were giggling stupidly, mostly in response to the jocks with arrogant expressions flirting with them, and the other giggling was due to the gossip. There were nerds with glasses and braces, talking quantum physics and advanced calculus. Then there was folks who were neither popular, but not on the bottom of the food chain either. These people sat on benches studying for the 9-week exam, enjoying the whether before it turned too cold. However, there was one person in the crowd you had trouble placing into a group. Her name was Kayla Martinez. She will be our main character in today’s presentation. Now, let me stretch those adjectives and spend about a page describing this... young lady before we commence with the story. For a quick physical description, Kayla had black hair and blue eyes. If she were here, she would call herself “angular and tall.” She was also very… colorful, adorning herself with neon tights, striped shirts and fishnets. She also just wore jeans and a t-shirt on days when she was not feeling as rebellious as she usually does. Well, for starters, Kayla was obviously not like other kids on campus. Everyone held a jealousy and an admiration for this particular girl. When she walked passed girls, their eyes smoldered with jealousy. On more than one occasion she sent buff guys home to cry in their beds with their tails in between their legs. (She turned down their “going out” offers, and made sure they got the picture, often in a mean way) She was extremely smart. But just because she blew everyone around her out of the water did not mean she did not have any friends. She had a handful of keepers, but she was still different from them. She had trouble figuring it out. What you might ask? Well, everything. Who she was and her place in the world was one question, just like any teenager would ask. Though she had a strong idea of who she was, but never stopped asking questions. She had recently dived into the world of philosophy, but soon found this “mental masturbation” was a little too depressing to do every day. So, with that being said, we commence our story... Kayla descended down the concrete steps of the school and quickly made her way across the lawn in front of the school. A few people jeered at her, and a few wandering eyes followed her, but nothing serious enough to write home about. Her friend Tori ran from under a tree where she was doing homework and walked with Llena to the bus. “So are you going to Jordan’s party on Friday?” Tori asked. “Nah, you know I don’t like him and his crowd. But I might go to eat, and crash it somehow…” Kayla responded. “Why do you always have to have a revolution for every social event?!? You don’t go to school dances and when you do, you PRACTICE your instrument in the band room! Enjoy yourself, live a little!!!” Instead of being angry, Kayla shot a smile at Tori. “I can enjoy life without participating in overrated and extremely pointless ‘social events’ inhabited by brainless, apathetic… drones. You see; this is what separates me from the rest of my generation, opinions like this. And they keep me out of the really good schools. Don’t you agree?” “It separates US from the rest of our generation. You know I was only going for the same reasons you were: to get food, etc. And I do agree, it is entirely your fault you can’t get into the really good schools. I was teasing you. Sometimes, you just take things so seriously.” “I have been known to do that… anyway, good luck on your test tomorrow, I gotta go now.” “Bai,” replied Tori, “see you later!” Kayla then boarded the bus. On her way down the aisle, her mind started moving’. “Just like everything in the world, the bus had a little culture within itself. It is one of the few places associated with school in which you could say whatever you want and not get in trouble. The kids you thought were quiet were wild and rambunctious, and the loud kids were silent. And when boarding the bus in the morning was almost like traveling through a portal, and transformed one’s personality. If you were to see some kid after school, they acted totally different than they did at school, a phenomenon. So in a way, the bus was like a milestone in the trip to school. So really, the bus helped transform your ‘school psyche’, it was almost like a warning sign when trespassing on someone’s lawn saying: WARNING. YOU ARE ENTERING A SCHOOL-RELATED AREA. ABANDON YOUR REAL PERSONALITY AND MOLD TO FIT WHAT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL WANTS IT TO BE!!!” Kayla took a step back in surprise. “Wow. My mind works in really strange ways. It is interesting to just observing how it works...” She quickly found a seat in which nobody was sitting, and plopped herself and her backpack down. She did not like sitting with other people too much; she liked to keep to herself on the bus. Another aspect of the “Bus Phenomena”, as she now calls it. Within an instant, she whipped out her CD player and mentally sorted through the music she had brought that day. “Lets see now... Nirvana, Ani, Greg, Gillian, or the Be Good Tanyas. I think I’ll go with... Nirvana.” She flipped the disk in and hit the play button. Kurt Cobain’s voice and really loud music came on. “Even if you have, even if you need, I don’t mean to stare, we don’t have to breed, we could plant a house, we could build a tree, I don’t really care, we could do all three...” Kayla slowly switched to her daydreaming mode, which is what she did for the way home. She imagined that her favorite musicians would magically appear on the seat next to her. She fantasized about not only talking to her musical heroes, but playing music with them (Llena played guitar and the french horn) and talking not only about each other’s lives, but telling stories as well as creating memories for the both of them. She sometimes worried that if she really met her favorite musicians, they would not like her, or remember her, and if they did, it would only be the memory of “that one chick that shook my hand in Toronto.” Kayla also dreams about having friends she has in other countries and friends who live far away materialize as well. Though all of her muses are obviously not possible, she still dreams anyway. This is how Ms. Kayla spent her bus rides home. Of course, there was much chaos surrounding her, and very loud voices. The occasional spitball popped in and out of sight every once in a while. The music on the bus was also very obnoxious. Which brings us to another one of Kayla’s “string thoughts”. While the “BOOM BOOM BOOM” of the rap music playing overhead, Kayla thought to herself, “it is sad and pathetic huge corporations can sell this to the youth of today. These are not musicians, or even real rappers. I actually like rap, it is a form of poetry. These are just guys and gals with the image to make millions. I really enjoyed rap out of the 80’s, like Public Enemy. I have always had a grudge against the mainstream, and not only its music, but fashion and other variables as well. Unless I like it, or it sounds good, I stay away from it and let everyone know I do.” All in all, the bus ride was rather uneventful. A few people threw pieces of paper at her neck, but she just ignored them. The bus approached her house on the end of the cul-de-sac, and she disarmed her headphones, and prepared to get up. “Bye Jerry,” she said as she walked down and unlocked the front gate. Kayla strode up the path to the front door. She lifted the rock on top of the spare key and unlocked the door. She stopped for a moment to say hello to her dog, Lady. Lady was old, and her back legs were very weak. Since it was hard for Lady to get up, Kayla just walked over her. She took off her shoes, ran upstairs to her bedroom, and threw her backpack on her bed. Her cat, Mr. Sandman, jumped from her designated sleeping area, (her computer chair) in fright. She quickly calmed her down with soothing words and a stroke on the head. Llena then picked up the lint roller and cleaned up her computer seat. Anxiously, she booted up her computer, and swirled in her swivel chair as the computer loaded. “So Mr. Sandman, give me the report on the house. What happened today?” Her cat lazily swished her tail like a pendulum in response. The Sandman was sometimes lazy, like most cats are, but she was fierce. When she went outside, she would not only catch birds, but rodents and other small animals. No other cat on the block dared to mess with the Sandman. “Hmmm… very interesting. Good job, I commend you Sandman.” Kayla then picked up a fake mouse and threw it at the Sandman and watched her with amusement. The computer was now fully loaded, and she quickly opened her Internet browser. She clicked on “connect” and to pass that period of time, ran downstairs and placed some water to boil so she could make some macaroni and cheese. Her parents would not be home until later that night, so she decided to make dinner a little early. Her mother and father were professors at the nearby university. They usually came home late, because they had not only classes to teach, but very long papers to grade as well. Llena was old enough to take care of herself, and did not worry about their absence too much. By the time she got upstairs, her computer was connected, and a flashing orange box on her toolbar caught her attention. The box was a notification from her instant messaging program that she had a new message. It was Sam, a boy around her age she had met online some weeks ago. He had sent her a private message on a web board for a video game she had. His PM was a little weird coming out of the blue like it did. But what the heck, right? With the internet the way it was today, the unusual was routine. He had said something to the effect of: “I was just wondering if you would like to talk on MSN messenger sometime. You mentioned in a previous post wanting to become a philosopher. I am currently interested in things like that. And anyone who is interested in the meaning of life can't be that bad, right? My msn email address that I use is whambamshizam@hotmail.com I know this sounds kinda weird coming out of the blue, but I don't have too many contacts, and just want someone interesting online to talk to. So yeah, let me know if you would like to chat.” She had not thought anything of it at the time, just another faceless weirdo to talk to every once in a while, but Sam was turning out to be more than a faceless weirdo. For one, she had seen a picture of him. He was no longer faceless. They both had plenty of things to talk about, though they held common ideas and interests. Talking to him became an everyday thing instead of an occasional encounter. She also... trusted him. As much as yo can trust a stranger from online. He had trusted her in telling a story involving him, pink spandex, and maxi-pads. This story was supposedly top-secret, and she felt good that he trusted her with the knowledge that this event took place. The fact they came from different countries was also something that kept them talking, and was also the centerpiece for a lot of jokes they made... So Kayla engaged with Sam in online talk; their conversation of the night went something like this: (Ugly “S” words removed) Sam: “Hey” Kayla: “Hello.” Sam: “How are you?” Kayla smiled to herself. Sam started all of their conversations started like this. Kayla: “I am not unwell, thank you. And yourself?” Sam: “Ok. Just a little tired of school. It is the same thing over and over, you know?” Kayla: “I do.” Sam: “And the whole social structure of school too, it is really an underlying current of a concept, but it exists. Maybe not to the extent it is in films, but it is there.” Kayla: “I agree. Even here in Canada everything is not as perfect as some might think. There are your trucker-hatted boys going out with your “popular” girls. They don’t even talk to each other, they only interact during make-out sessions. It is annoying, sickening even to walk past those people, it makes me wonder what our generation is coming to.” Sam: “I could not have said that better myself. I do believe it is sickening, it makes my stomach hurl. But in Canada, everything is not perfect? I thought you guys had excellent edumacation (in Bush terms) and healthcare system.” Kayla: “God, did that man really say that? I can’t believe you Americans elected him... But yes, we are not perfect. Far from it actually. All is not well in the golden country. We are practically the 51st state. Multinational corporations and all. McDonald’s too...” Sam: “You know, not all of us voted for him, and if you remember, he rigged the elections, and probably will do the same with the next one.” Kayla: “I have to go right now. Be right back.” Sam: “Ok.” Kayla dashed to her pot of pasta and quickly added the powder, milk, and butter to the drained pasta. She sat down and quickly gobbled it up. She then dumped her dish in the sink and ran upstairs. Llena: “Back.” Sam: “I would not want to live in Canada, it gets too cold there.’ Kayla: “STEREOTYPER!!! It actually gets in the upper 40's here.” Sam: “So what? That is still cold. It gets like up to 90 here in the summer.” Kayla: “NO, NO, NO YOU IGNORANT AMERICAN!!! 40 Celsius!!! *Slaps* Sam: “*Hangs head in shame* Sorry, I forgot about the whole measurement thing... Ya, 90 Fahrenheit is kinda... hot then, right?” Kayla: “Duh.” Sam: “So anyway... do you have an accent? Kayla: “What do you mean?” Sam: “Do you talk like... a french person who just learned English, or do you talk with a slightly Scandinavian tint to your voice?” Llena: “I think I talk pretty normal.” Sam: “Err... how do you say the word ‘about?’” Kayla: “Abowt, like that... oh, I see what you are leading up to... NO, I DO NOT SAY ‘ABOOT’!!!” Sam: “Okay, okay, sorry...” Kayla: “It is ok, it is not your fault you are American :-p No, really, it is ok, you know I am just joking.” Sam: “Yeah, I know.” The phone rang. Llena dashed downstairs and picked it up. “Ya, Grand Central Station.” “Kayla? It is mom. Just checking to see you got in ok.” Llena rolled her eyes. “I am fine momma.” “Ok, just checking. Dad and I will be home around 9:00 o’clock. Alright?” “Ok, love you bye.” “Love you too, bye.” Llena hung up and dashed upstairs to get the latest message from Sam. Sam had logged offline and only left the words: “Gotta have dinner now, talk to you tomorrow Ms. Canada.” Sam called her that every once in a while and referred to her as “Ms. Canada” to his friends. It was getting late anyway, so she slipped into her nightclothes, brushed and flossed. She then went upstairs, plopped on her bed, and proceeded to end the day by commencing with sleep... But of course, she stayed awake a little while, thinking to herself, and answering out loud, talking to herself. She remembered a conversation with Sam she had some weeks ago. She remembered talking about Sam making a difference in the world. He told her that she would make a difference too, but she protested. She insisted that she was not born with the “compassion gene.” It took forever for Sam to understand, so she finally said she was just too lazy at this point. It sounded strange, even to her, but it is the way she felt. “Why work to your potential when everyone is just going to die anyway?” Other people should take care of themselves, it was not Kayla’s responsibility. Or was it? She did not know. She tossed with this thought until the conclusion to that conversation came into her mind. Sam said something like, “Well, I believe that you will get motivated Kayla, just maybe when you are a little older. You are that kind of person.” She was contented at the moment by that statement, and groggily said to herself, “I promise to work to my full potential to help everyone that needs help; at least everyone in me realm of consciousness. Even that ignorant American...” She smiled to herself and fell asleep. The end to the usual day of Kayla Martinez So maybe Kayla will not change the world. Sam probably won’t. But as we have found, they can do what they can to help the folks around them. And in Kayla’s case, she may never gain the desire to help folks, or to live up to her enormous potential. And of course, adults can speculate and write all they want on adolescent psyche, behavior, experiences and such, but they never express what someone else feels and experiences effectively. Nobody can. You can not do these things unless you are a teenager yourself. Even if you do write, speculate, etc, you can only do so about yourself. This is true with any philosophizing. Truth varies from person to person, as does anything. Our truth varies from person to person based on personal experience. In Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha, the main character spends his whole life coming to this conclusion. And as Richard Rodriguez said, adolescence is now more than a time period in which your voice deepens and you grow hair. It is a political manifesto, a signal to rebel. Though the conclusion to this story does not have a happy ending, or a prince climbing the tower to free the fair maiden, it is intended to be a sort of a cliffhanger. You can figure out yourself what Kayla’s destiny is. (Actually, Llena would not need a prince, she would free herself someway...) You must also understand that Kayla is a very complex person. Though I myself am her creator, I don’t know her as well as some might assume. Llena is the kind of character that evolves as I evolve and change. The more I learn from her, the more Kayla’s character grows. She is constantly shrouded in mystery, like a cake with too much frosting... So whatever Llena and Sam’s destiny, they will be alright, and hopefully live successful lives worthwhile for them... won’t we all...? That one is for you to figure out... PS Here is a drawing of mine, abstract. Let me know what you think. I am a horrible artist... -------------------- Wham Bam Shizam Posts: 247 | Registered: Monday, September 6 2004 07:00 |