Sunday, May 23, 2010
NEW CELL NUMBER
I hate to have to resort to using this to announce this kind of thing, however i think this may be a place where at least some of my friends will be able to hear the message. I have gotten a new cellphone, and therefore a new #. I will not post it on here, though if u'd like it, u can either tell me in person, or message me on either facebook, myspace, gmail, or moodle.
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven - "The Painting is Dead!"
A young man, named Go Gan is painting in the woods, kept company by the beautiful flowers, deer, and birds that florish there. But suddenly, a nuclear bomb goes off only miles from their location. The blast destroys most of the woods, killing many. The painter survives, however he has severe radiation poisening. At the hospital, he calls for Dr. BlackJack. Go Gan explains that the bomb was a part of nuclear testing on the remote island he was painting on, however he was never warned. He tells BlackJack that he has witnessed Hell on Earth, and must share his story, warn others of the devastation he has witnessed... he must paint his vision. He begs BlackJack to at least be able to keep him alive for a year, if not, even a half a year so that he may make his masterpiece.BlackJack examines him; severe keloids all over the body, multiple tumors, cancerous... he tells him he has no more than two weeks at most left to live... unless he is willing to do something drastic. For 70million yen, the Go Gan agrees to a surgery in which BlackJack will remove his brain, nerves, and heart, and transplant them in another, healthy body. The surgery goes off without a hitch; Go Gans brain removed, and now inside the body of a man who had just died of heart failure. A few months go by, and Go Gan has completely recovered from the operation, the cancer gone, the new body fully operational, the only things remaining from his previous body being his heart, brain, and nerves. BlackJack goes to see Go Gan, who is almost finished his painting. Go Gan is upset and frustrated however, because the painting is not what he expected; now that he is no longer dying of the radiation poisening, the painting has lost its truth, lost its horror of reality, the painting is dead. He says he gives up and BlackJack asks if he may at least have the painting to sell as his payment for the surgery. One year goes by, and BlackJack gets a phone call that Go Gan has slipped into a coma. He rushes over to see him, and is told that the radiation poisening has resurfaced in Go Gan's brain, with over 10 tumors, and the brain has begun to soften. Just then, Go Gan awakes from his coma to see BlackJack standing over him. He begs the doctor not to try to save him again, but asks if he still has the painting, or had he already sold it. To Go Gan's surprise, BlackJack still had the painting, and Go Gan says that he is finally ready to complete it. He begins work on it, his hands trembling, his body weak and frail. With the final brushstroke, the phantasmagoric nightmare he witnessed is alive forever on the canvass, however Go Gan collapses, dead.
A young man, named Go Gan is painting in the woods, kept company by the beautiful flowers, deer, and birds that florish there. But suddenly, a nuclear bomb goes off only miles from their location. The blast destroys most of the woods, killing many. The painter survives, however he has severe radiation poisening. At the hospital, he calls for Dr. BlackJack. Go Gan explains that the bomb was a part of nuclear testing on the remote island he was painting on, however he was never warned. He tells BlackJack that he has witnessed Hell on Earth, and must share his story, warn others of the devastation he has witnessed... he must paint his vision. He begs BlackJack to at least be able to keep him alive for a year, if not, even a half a year so that he may make his masterpiece.BlackJack examines him; severe keloids all over the body, multiple tumors, cancerous... he tells him he has no more than two weeks at most left to live... unless he is willing to do something drastic. For 70million yen, the Go Gan agrees to a surgery in which BlackJack will remove his brain, nerves, and heart, and transplant them in another, healthy body. The surgery goes off without a hitch; Go Gans brain removed, and now inside the body of a man who had just died of heart failure. A few months go by, and Go Gan has completely recovered from the operation, the cancer gone, the new body fully operational, the only things remaining from his previous body being his heart, brain, and nerves. BlackJack goes to see Go Gan, who is almost finished his painting. Go Gan is upset and frustrated however, because the painting is not what he expected; now that he is no longer dying of the radiation poisening, the painting has lost its truth, lost its horror of reality, the painting is dead. He says he gives up and BlackJack asks if he may at least have the painting to sell as his payment for the surgery. One year goes by, and BlackJack gets a phone call that Go Gan has slipped into a coma. He rushes over to see him, and is told that the radiation poisening has resurfaced in Go Gan's brain, with over 10 tumors, and the brain has begun to soften. Just then, Go Gan awakes from his coma to see BlackJack standing over him. He begs the doctor not to try to save him again, but asks if he still has the painting, or had he already sold it. To Go Gan's surprise, BlackJack still had the painting, and Go Gan says that he is finally ready to complete it. He begins work on it, his hands trembling, his body weak and frail. With the final brushstroke, the phantasmagoric nightmare he witnessed is alive forever on the canvass, however Go Gan collapses, dead.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Six
Chapter Six - "Confluence"
A young man named Kei Kisaragi gets off a cruise ship that just arrived in Yokohama. It is revealed he is the doctor aboard the ship, and while the ship is docked, he is going ashore. Upon arrival, he gets a hotel room and calls Dr. BlackJack. BlackJack answers and is shocked to hear from him. Pinoko, overhearing the conversation, hears BlackJack agree to meet Kei in the park that night. She asks BlackJack who was on the phone, and he tells her it was an old friend of his. He tells Pinoko to go into the study and retrieve a small photo album from the bookshelf. She does so, and looking inside, she sees many pictures of BlackJack and a girl. He tells Pinoko that the girl is the sister of the man who just called, and he plans to give him the photo album to remember her by. Pinoko asks if the girl is dead, and BlackJack replies, "You could say." They drive over to the park to met Kei, and on the way Pinoko concludes that Kei's sister must have been BlackJack's girlfriend. BlackJack confirms this, and they arrive at the park. Kei is there, and upon seeing BlackJack he is overjoyed. BlackJack introduces him to Pinoko, but jealous of their friendship, she storms off to the car. Pinoko watchs the two men stand with eachother, talking, and staring at the city sprawled out before them. Just then, BlackJack returns to the car, but Pinoko is nowhere to be seen. He goes to look for her. While he is gone, Pinoko comes out from hiding to talk to Kei. She mentions his sister, and asks to know more about her relationship with BlackJack. Kei explains that his sister Megumi went to med school with BlackJack. Every night that it would rain, BlackJack would leave a spare umbrella for her to use for her walk home. It was kind, but every morning he always was very abrupt with her. Little did Megumi know that BlackJack followed her home everynight, walking a safe distance behind, to ensure that she had a safe journey - it being so late after all. One night though, as Megumi was walking home, she is attacked by some thugs, and BlackJack springs into action, beating up the thugs, and saving her. Megumi begins to fall madly in love with BlackJack. Before she could tell him however, she was diagnosed with sever uterine cancer. As a result, she needed to have both her uterus and her ovaries would have to be removed. Kei explains that BlackJack began to treat Megumi, and he demanded he perform the operation. BlackJack warned Megumi that once the operation was finished she would no longer be able to produce female hormones and that she would essentially stop being a woman and become very masculine. That day in the operating room, just before he puts Megumi to sleep, he tells her that he loves her, she tells him the same, and they kiss. Then Megumi falls asleep, and BlackJack gets to work. When the surgery was finished, Kei explains, Megumi was no longer a woman. But before Kei could get any further along in his story, BlackJack returns. He retrieves Pinoko, says goodbye to Kei, and they drive away. In the car, Pinoko asks what became of Megumi and BlackJack tells her it's none of her business. The next morning, BlackJack realizes he'd forgot to give Kei the photo album. He rushes to the port, frantic to catch the boat before it leaves. He finds Kei. Kei is surprised to see BlackJack once again. BlackJack then gives Kei the photo album and says its full of "old pictures of you." Kei is Megumi.
A young man named Kei Kisaragi gets off a cruise ship that just arrived in Yokohama. It is revealed he is the doctor aboard the ship, and while the ship is docked, he is going ashore. Upon arrival, he gets a hotel room and calls Dr. BlackJack. BlackJack answers and is shocked to hear from him. Pinoko, overhearing the conversation, hears BlackJack agree to meet Kei in the park that night. She asks BlackJack who was on the phone, and he tells her it was an old friend of his. He tells Pinoko to go into the study and retrieve a small photo album from the bookshelf. She does so, and looking inside, she sees many pictures of BlackJack and a girl. He tells Pinoko that the girl is the sister of the man who just called, and he plans to give him the photo album to remember her by. Pinoko asks if the girl is dead, and BlackJack replies, "You could say." They drive over to the park to met Kei, and on the way Pinoko concludes that Kei's sister must have been BlackJack's girlfriend. BlackJack confirms this, and they arrive at the park. Kei is there, and upon seeing BlackJack he is overjoyed. BlackJack introduces him to Pinoko, but jealous of their friendship, she storms off to the car. Pinoko watchs the two men stand with eachother, talking, and staring at the city sprawled out before them. Just then, BlackJack returns to the car, but Pinoko is nowhere to be seen. He goes to look for her. While he is gone, Pinoko comes out from hiding to talk to Kei. She mentions his sister, and asks to know more about her relationship with BlackJack. Kei explains that his sister Megumi went to med school with BlackJack. Every night that it would rain, BlackJack would leave a spare umbrella for her to use for her walk home. It was kind, but every morning he always was very abrupt with her. Little did Megumi know that BlackJack followed her home everynight, walking a safe distance behind, to ensure that she had a safe journey - it being so late after all. One night though, as Megumi was walking home, she is attacked by some thugs, and BlackJack springs into action, beating up the thugs, and saving her. Megumi begins to fall madly in love with BlackJack. Before she could tell him however, she was diagnosed with sever uterine cancer. As a result, she needed to have both her uterus and her ovaries would have to be removed. Kei explains that BlackJack began to treat Megumi, and he demanded he perform the operation. BlackJack warned Megumi that once the operation was finished she would no longer be able to produce female hormones and that she would essentially stop being a woman and become very masculine. That day in the operating room, just before he puts Megumi to sleep, he tells her that he loves her, she tells him the same, and they kiss. Then Megumi falls asleep, and BlackJack gets to work. When the surgery was finished, Kei explains, Megumi was no longer a woman. But before Kei could get any further along in his story, BlackJack returns. He retrieves Pinoko, says goodbye to Kei, and they drive away. In the car, Pinoko asks what became of Megumi and BlackJack tells her it's none of her business. The next morning, BlackJack realizes he'd forgot to give Kei the photo album. He rushes to the port, frantic to catch the boat before it leaves. He finds Kei. Kei is surprised to see BlackJack once again. BlackJack then gives Kei the photo album and says its full of "old pictures of you." Kei is Megumi.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Five
Chapter Five - "Sometimes Like Pearls"
One day Dr. Black Jack recieves a package in the mail. Wrapped inside the brown paper is a long, thin, soft, rock. The package is adressed from a "J. H." Black Jack examines the rock and cuts it open. Inside, encased in the stone is a scapel. It is then Black Jack knows who the package must be from, J.H., Jotaro Honma, BlackJack's mentor. BlackJack travels to Honma's house, and finds the old man ill, lying down in his house. Honma thanks BlackJack for comming and says he has to confess something. It has to do with his present. It also has to do with the surgery Honma had performed on BlackJack which saved his life. Honma admits he'd made a horrible mistake during the surgery: he'd sewn Black Jack up, but he'd left the scapel inside him. Every night he'd have nightmares of the scapel accidentally stabbing an organ and causing massive internal bleeding, killing Black Jack. Seven whole years went by before he'd had the chance to correct his mistake. He told Black Jack it was for follow-up appointment. When he went to remove the scapel, to his great surprise he'd found that it had been encased in stone; calcium secreted by the body to sheath the blade and prevent it from piercing an organ, just as an oyster encases a tiny fleck of dirt in calcium, eventually turning it into a little pearl. Honma then tells Black Jack that nothing, not even modern medicene can compare to the wonders of life, and "for us humans to crave control over life and death is sheer ignorance." Just then, the weak and bed-ridden Honma collapses. Frantically, BlackJack rushes him to the nearest medical facility, diagnosing him with softening and bleeding of the brain. He begins an emergency surgery on the doctor... but to no avail. The Dr. Honma dies. BlackJack, severly distressed that he could not save his mentor and hero, goes outside to get some air. While sitting on the front porch, the ghost of Dr. Honma sits beside him musing, "for us humans to crave control over life and death is sheer ignorance, don't you think?"
One day Dr. Black Jack recieves a package in the mail. Wrapped inside the brown paper is a long, thin, soft, rock. The package is adressed from a "J. H." Black Jack examines the rock and cuts it open. Inside, encased in the stone is a scapel. It is then Black Jack knows who the package must be from, J.H., Jotaro Honma, BlackJack's mentor. BlackJack travels to Honma's house, and finds the old man ill, lying down in his house. Honma thanks BlackJack for comming and says he has to confess something. It has to do with his present. It also has to do with the surgery Honma had performed on BlackJack which saved his life. Honma admits he'd made a horrible mistake during the surgery: he'd sewn Black Jack up, but he'd left the scapel inside him. Every night he'd have nightmares of the scapel accidentally stabbing an organ and causing massive internal bleeding, killing Black Jack. Seven whole years went by before he'd had the chance to correct his mistake. He told Black Jack it was for follow-up appointment. When he went to remove the scapel, to his great surprise he'd found that it had been encased in stone; calcium secreted by the body to sheath the blade and prevent it from piercing an organ, just as an oyster encases a tiny fleck of dirt in calcium, eventually turning it into a little pearl. Honma then tells Black Jack that nothing, not even modern medicene can compare to the wonders of life, and "for us humans to crave control over life and death is sheer ignorance." Just then, the weak and bed-ridden Honma collapses. Frantically, BlackJack rushes him to the nearest medical facility, diagnosing him with softening and bleeding of the brain. He begins an emergency surgery on the doctor... but to no avail. The Dr. Honma dies. BlackJack, severly distressed that he could not save his mentor and hero, goes outside to get some air. While sitting on the front porch, the ghost of Dr. Honma sits beside him musing, "for us humans to crave control over life and death is sheer ignorance, don't you think?"
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
New Blog Gadgets!
As you can see my blog looks slightly different. The background color is now a lovely light tan. Also, in the top right corner I've added the Cheey Quote App. Enjoy a humorous little tidbit to add spice to your day! also, at the bottom of the page, I've added a search bar for both dictionary.com and wikipedia.com
Monday, May 17, 2010
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Four
Chapter Four - "The Face Sore"
A young boy is walking along a marshy path, and he spots a toad. He tosses a heavy rock at the toad, and squashes it, killing it. The boy then grows a huge sore on his stomach that resembles the face of a toad. It grows bigger and bigger, until finally it begins to croak and eat flys that happen to be buzzing by. The pain is excruiating and the boy gets a doctor to cut it off... but it grows back. Finally, the doctor, having tried everything else, mixes pipe tar and oil, and shoves it down the toad sore's throat. Luckily, the toad sore vanished, however the boy could not walk for years, crawling around on the floor, appearing just as the squashed toad he'd killed all those years ago. Such sores, referred to as "face sores" because of their appearance have been known to grow back again and again each time they are removed, often leaving victims with no other choice but suicide. One day, a man comes to see Dr. BlackJack, his face shrouded in bandages. He tells BlackJack that he has a face sore on his face, and he needs it removed; it has begun to talk to him, and make him behave uncharacteristically. BlackJack removes the man's bandages, and after seeing the sheer extent of the man's face sore, he agrees to remove it. He performs surgery and does so, however when he goes to remove the bandages again, the face sore has returned, just as bad as before, mocking BlackJack, that the only way to remove it is to kill the man. BlackJack goes to the other room and returns a moment later with a gun, and shoots the man. He did not intend to kill the man, simply to fool the sore. He immediately performs the surgery on the man once again, treating the gunshot wound, and once again removing the face sore. This time, once the bandages were removed the face sore was gone, revealing the man's true face. BlackJack believes he'd seen the man before but he isn't sure where. The man thanks the doctor and rushes out before paying for his surgery. BlackJack follows after him, remembering where he'd seen the man in the process. He arrives at the man's house. BlackJack tells the man that he knows who he is: a serial killer whose killed 15 victims. BlackJack tells him that if he pays the fee, he'll leave in peace. The man doesnt deny the accusation, even confessing that he has a killing fetish. The fetish however couldnt be quenched under the spell of the face sore; it would not allow him to kill. He thanks BlackJack for removing the face sore and restoring his ability to murder. He tells BlackJack he has killed three more people since, and that he can become number 19. The man muscles away the gun from BlackJack, but just before he could shoot him, teh face sore reemerges on his face. The pain staggers the man backward causing him to fall of the cliff behind him. BlackJack climbs down to the bottom to see the dying man. The face sore tells the doctor not to save the man; that he would only kill again. He thanks the doctor, and as the man dies, the sore vanishes. BlackJack muses that "Perhaps that was the face of this man's conscience."
A young boy is walking along a marshy path, and he spots a toad. He tosses a heavy rock at the toad, and squashes it, killing it. The boy then grows a huge sore on his stomach that resembles the face of a toad. It grows bigger and bigger, until finally it begins to croak and eat flys that happen to be buzzing by. The pain is excruiating and the boy gets a doctor to cut it off... but it grows back. Finally, the doctor, having tried everything else, mixes pipe tar and oil, and shoves it down the toad sore's throat. Luckily, the toad sore vanished, however the boy could not walk for years, crawling around on the floor, appearing just as the squashed toad he'd killed all those years ago. Such sores, referred to as "face sores" because of their appearance have been known to grow back again and again each time they are removed, often leaving victims with no other choice but suicide. One day, a man comes to see Dr. BlackJack, his face shrouded in bandages. He tells BlackJack that he has a face sore on his face, and he needs it removed; it has begun to talk to him, and make him behave uncharacteristically. BlackJack removes the man's bandages, and after seeing the sheer extent of the man's face sore, he agrees to remove it. He performs surgery and does so, however when he goes to remove the bandages again, the face sore has returned, just as bad as before, mocking BlackJack, that the only way to remove it is to kill the man. BlackJack goes to the other room and returns a moment later with a gun, and shoots the man. He did not intend to kill the man, simply to fool the sore. He immediately performs the surgery on the man once again, treating the gunshot wound, and once again removing the face sore. This time, once the bandages were removed the face sore was gone, revealing the man's true face. BlackJack believes he'd seen the man before but he isn't sure where. The man thanks the doctor and rushes out before paying for his surgery. BlackJack follows after him, remembering where he'd seen the man in the process. He arrives at the man's house. BlackJack tells the man that he knows who he is: a serial killer whose killed 15 victims. BlackJack tells him that if he pays the fee, he'll leave in peace. The man doesnt deny the accusation, even confessing that he has a killing fetish. The fetish however couldnt be quenched under the spell of the face sore; it would not allow him to kill. He thanks BlackJack for removing the face sore and restoring his ability to murder. He tells BlackJack he has killed three more people since, and that he can become number 19. The man muscles away the gun from BlackJack, but just before he could shoot him, teh face sore reemerges on his face. The pain staggers the man backward causing him to fall of the cliff behind him. BlackJack climbs down to the bottom to see the dying man. The face sore tells the doctor not to save the man; that he would only kill again. He thanks the doctor, and as the man dies, the sore vanishes. BlackJack muses that "Perhaps that was the face of this man's conscience."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Three
Chapter Three - "Teratoid Cystoma"
One night Dr. Black Jack gets a call from a Dr. Crab. He says he needs Black Jack's help immediately; a high-profile person who will remain nameless is in critical condition and she needs to be operated on right away. Black Jack rushes over to the cabin where the woman is to be treated discreetly as to avoid a media frenzy. Dr. Crab shows BlackJack the patient, she wearing a kabuki mask to conceal her identity. Dr. Crab explains she has a teratoid cystoma that needs to be removed. A teratoid cystoma occurs when twins are conceived and one twin is absorbed by the other. The absorbed twin continues to grow as a parasitic tumor inside the other twin. Dr. Crab explains that everytime doctors tried to remove the tumor, they couldnt. They'd begin to act funny, and even attack eachother. He believes the tumor is cursed. Black Jack reassures Crab that he can handle it, and prepares for the surgery alone. As he attempts to cut open the tumor, he turns the scapel on himself, and hears a voice in his head saying "DO NOT CUT!" He believes the tumor was talking to him, and assures it that he will extract the organs from within the tumor and keep them alive in a medical culture. The tumor allows him to do so. The operation is finished, and Crab is relieved as well as in awe of BlackJack. That night BlackJack decides to construct a body for the living organs he removed, believing they never had a fair chance at life. He does so. One year later, Dr. Crab returns with the masked patient. BlackJack tells her that he has someone he wants her to meet: her twin sister. A little girl comes out from the other room; the girl BlackJack built out of the organs removed from the woman's teratoid cystoma. The little girl calls the woman a murderer and the woman runs away with Dr. Crab, leaving BlackJack and her twin by blood behind.
One night Dr. Black Jack gets a call from a Dr. Crab. He says he needs Black Jack's help immediately; a high-profile person who will remain nameless is in critical condition and she needs to be operated on right away. Black Jack rushes over to the cabin where the woman is to be treated discreetly as to avoid a media frenzy. Dr. Crab shows BlackJack the patient, she wearing a kabuki mask to conceal her identity. Dr. Crab explains she has a teratoid cystoma that needs to be removed. A teratoid cystoma occurs when twins are conceived and one twin is absorbed by the other. The absorbed twin continues to grow as a parasitic tumor inside the other twin. Dr. Crab explains that everytime doctors tried to remove the tumor, they couldnt. They'd begin to act funny, and even attack eachother. He believes the tumor is cursed. Black Jack reassures Crab that he can handle it, and prepares for the surgery alone. As he attempts to cut open the tumor, he turns the scapel on himself, and hears a voice in his head saying "DO NOT CUT!" He believes the tumor was talking to him, and assures it that he will extract the organs from within the tumor and keep them alive in a medical culture. The tumor allows him to do so. The operation is finished, and Crab is relieved as well as in awe of BlackJack. That night BlackJack decides to construct a body for the living organs he removed, believing they never had a fair chance at life. He does so. One year later, Dr. Crab returns with the masked patient. BlackJack tells her that he has someone he wants her to meet: her twin sister. A little girl comes out from the other room; the girl BlackJack built out of the organs removed from the woman's teratoid cystoma. The little girl calls the woman a murderer and the woman runs away with Dr. Crab, leaving BlackJack and her twin by blood behind.
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter Two
Chapter Two - "The First Storm of Spring"
A young girl is being examined by Black Jack. She had leucoma and needed a cornea transplant. The operation went smoothly and she made a full recovery; her sight perfect again. However, she tells Black Jack that when she closes her eyes she sees the image of a man. Black Jack doesn't like this. feeling that perhaps he made a mistake during the surgery. Two months go by, and the girl whose name is Chiaki, still sees the man everywhere she goes. Her friends do not see him, and she begins to fear she is going crazy, however at the same time, she is finding herself attracted to this phantom man. Black Jack, still uncomfortable by Chiaki's claim goes to see her father who tells him it's all in her head. Black Jack talks with Chiaki and she tells him that she is determined to find the man she keeps envisioning. Suddenly, Black Jack has an idea: the girl underwent a cornea transplant. Perhaps the man she sees was the donnor. He calls the 'eye bank' which informs him that the donnor of the cornea was a woman who was raped and murdered. A horrifying new thought occurs to Black Jack. He goes to a doctor and asks if the human eye can behave like a camera, can the retina be stimulated so violently that it implants an image on the cornea? The doctor is uncertain, but does not say no. Blacj Jack then concludes that the man Chiaki has been seeing is the man who murdered the cornea donnor. He rushes to see Chiaki, who meanwhile has located the man. After talking innocently for a while, the man tackles Chiaki, saying that she knows what he's done. She knows he killed her, so she cannot live. Just then Black Jack arrives, and tackles the man. They fight, and soon thereafter the police arrive. Chiaki is upset the man of her dreams was a killer, and that she could have been next, but her father is greatful Black Jack arrived in time. Black Jack himself is now at ease, and encourages Chiaki to cheer up; her "true spring's about to begin."
A young girl is being examined by Black Jack. She had leucoma and needed a cornea transplant. The operation went smoothly and she made a full recovery; her sight perfect again. However, she tells Black Jack that when she closes her eyes she sees the image of a man. Black Jack doesn't like this. feeling that perhaps he made a mistake during the surgery. Two months go by, and the girl whose name is Chiaki, still sees the man everywhere she goes. Her friends do not see him, and she begins to fear she is going crazy, however at the same time, she is finding herself attracted to this phantom man. Black Jack, still uncomfortable by Chiaki's claim goes to see her father who tells him it's all in her head. Black Jack talks with Chiaki and she tells him that she is determined to find the man she keeps envisioning. Suddenly, Black Jack has an idea: the girl underwent a cornea transplant. Perhaps the man she sees was the donnor. He calls the 'eye bank' which informs him that the donnor of the cornea was a woman who was raped and murdered. A horrifying new thought occurs to Black Jack. He goes to a doctor and asks if the human eye can behave like a camera, can the retina be stimulated so violently that it implants an image on the cornea? The doctor is uncertain, but does not say no. Blacj Jack then concludes that the man Chiaki has been seeing is the man who murdered the cornea donnor. He rushes to see Chiaki, who meanwhile has located the man. After talking innocently for a while, the man tackles Chiaki, saying that she knows what he's done. She knows he killed her, so she cannot live. Just then Black Jack arrives, and tackles the man. They fight, and soon thereafter the police arrive. Chiaki is upset the man of her dreams was a killer, and that she could have been next, but her father is greatful Black Jack arrived in time. Black Jack himself is now at ease, and encourages Chiaki to cheer up; her "true spring's about to begin."
Black Jack: Volume One, Chapter One
Chapter One - "Is There A Doctor?"
A car is speeding down a highway and crashes. Two cops who witness the accident recognize the driver as Acudo, the wealthy son of famous business tycoon Mr. Nikula. Acudo is in terrible shade, and most likely will die. His rich father orders his men to find the best surgeon in the world to save his son; money is no object. His henchmen return with a mysterious man, whose true identity is unknown, and goes only by the name Black Jack. Black Jack promises he can save his son, however to do so, he would need parts from another person; in other words, some one else would have to die for Mr. Nikula's son to live. Nikula doesn't hesitate and immediately uses his wealth, power, and influence to incriminate a young boy named Davy who happened to witness Acudo's accident. After bribing the judge, and other witnesses, Acudo is found guilty and sentenced to death. His mother watches, in tears, him being dragged away. Shortly thereafter, Davy is injected with a needle by Black Jack, and the operation begins. After the operation, Black Jack tells Nikula the operation was a complete success, his son will make a full recovery within two months. He makes clear that he is not responsible for what happens after. Two months go by, and Acudo's bandages are removed. He appears healthy, and all is well. That night Acudo runs away to the tailorshop where Davy's mother works. He tells her that he is Davy, and that Black Jack killed Acudo during surgery because he was no good, and didnt deserve to live, while Davy, a good person, would have to die. Davy's face was altered to look like Acudo's so that the plan could work. He also tells her that the fee Black Jack gave him the fee he had charged Nikula for the operation. Together Davy and his mother, now millionaires themselves, drive off into the night, hailing the mysterious Black Jack a savior.
A car is speeding down a highway and crashes. Two cops who witness the accident recognize the driver as Acudo, the wealthy son of famous business tycoon Mr. Nikula. Acudo is in terrible shade, and most likely will die. His rich father orders his men to find the best surgeon in the world to save his son; money is no object. His henchmen return with a mysterious man, whose true identity is unknown, and goes only by the name Black Jack. Black Jack promises he can save his son, however to do so, he would need parts from another person; in other words, some one else would have to die for Mr. Nikula's son to live. Nikula doesn't hesitate and immediately uses his wealth, power, and influence to incriminate a young boy named Davy who happened to witness Acudo's accident. After bribing the judge, and other witnesses, Acudo is found guilty and sentenced to death. His mother watches, in tears, him being dragged away. Shortly thereafter, Davy is injected with a needle by Black Jack, and the operation begins. After the operation, Black Jack tells Nikula the operation was a complete success, his son will make a full recovery within two months. He makes clear that he is not responsible for what happens after. Two months go by, and Acudo's bandages are removed. He appears healthy, and all is well. That night Acudo runs away to the tailorshop where Davy's mother works. He tells her that he is Davy, and that Black Jack killed Acudo during surgery because he was no good, and didnt deserve to live, while Davy, a good person, would have to die. Davy's face was altered to look like Acudo's so that the plan could work. He also tells her that the fee Black Jack gave him the fee he had charged Nikula for the operation. Together Davy and his mother, now millionaires themselves, drive off into the night, hailing the mysterious Black Jack a savior.
Osamu Tezuka
I want to take a little break from the memories posts for a moment, and talk about something else. I just went to Barnes & Nobles today and in the Manga/Graphic Novels section i picked up some things i've been wanting for quite a while: some works by Osamu Tezuka, the grandfather of Manga.
"Osamu Tezuka (1928-89) is the godfather of Japanese manga comics. He originally intended to become a doctor and earned his degree before turning to what was still considered a frivolous medium. His many early masterpieces include the series known in the U.S. as Astro Boy. With his sweeping vision, deftly intertwined plots, and indefatigable commitment to human dignity, Tesuka elevated manga to an art form. Other works... include the medical thriller Ode to Kirihito and the eight-volume epic Buddha, winner of the Eisner and Harvey Awards."
- from the back cover of Apollo's Song
The reason I want to write about Tezuka is because i am a big fan of Manga, as are many of my peers. However i think since Tezuka's time, something has fallen between the cracls. Manga has become too mainstream and i think it is starting to lose it's impact. Sure there are many good one's out there, but i think in order to truely appreciate them we have to do our history work; we have to read up on Tezuka, who truly made Manga a recognizable artform.
I have purchased the following of his works:
Ode to Kirihito: Part One
Ode to Kirihito: Part Two
MW
Apollo's Song
Black Jack: Volume 1
I will review these works as i read them.
For More on Osamu Tezuka:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osamu_Tezuka
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Memory - Thanksgiving
For my next memory, here's one that's a little bit more serious; a little bit more sad.
Last year, for Thanksgiving, we went down to Atlantic City, to the casinos (as we do on most holidays, cause we are good Christians after all...) to eat dinner and gamble. After a few hours, and a couple hundred bucks down the drain, my mom was content with her losses, and we decided to go eat.
Usually we would go to the Sands casino and eat in their "Boardwalk Buffet" (delicious mac n cheese btw). But since the Sands has been demolished, we've been going to the Showboat lately. A bit too colorful for my tastes, but its a fun atmosphere (and it only slightly smells of cigarette smoke). Their buffet, the "French Quarter" is fantastic, (apparently J.Lo. eats there all the time, but i've never seen her) so that was where we were planning to go and eat.
CLOSED
Alright, that's disappointing.
So we walk across (because they are connected) to the Taj to go to their buffet instead. (Not nearly as good)
CLOSED
O.K. now we're pissed.
So we go out side, past the House of Blues and onto the boardwalk behind the Showboat and Taj, and of course, as soon as we get out there, we're met by the freezing cold wind blowing off the ocean.
"So what about Rain Forest Cafe?" I suggest.
And that's what we decided on.
The Problem?
The Rain Forest Cafe is like 2 miles down the board walk, it's cold, we're all tired, we're all hungry.
So drastic times call for drastic measures: we hired on of those guys with the chariots to wheel us down the boardwalk.
He was a nice guy, but he was very sad. Not that he himself was emotionally upset, no, it was his situation that was sad, and i couldnt help but get a little depressed by it. Financially, as u could imagine, he wasn't the best off, and yet he had such a chipper, happy, optimistic disposition. He was tellig us his whole life story about his daughter, how he lost his previous job, about what he wanted to try to get her for Christmas and that's why he took the job as the chariot pusher.
His chariot was even "furnished" to a point. He had a car air freshener hanging, and a bombox duck taped to the ceiling, which served as a car-radio of sorts. He even hung curtains around the perimeter of the chariot to provide privacy.
It was evident he took a lot of pride in his chariot, and he even referred to it as luxourious, which reallly made me feel bad for him.
I was holding my feelings back, but my mom began crying as my father began to talk in depth with him. She didn't want him to see that she was crying, so that he wouldnt feel ashamed or pitied, but she told me later that he reminded her alot of my brother (because he was, and still kind of is, a drug addict, but thats another looong story) so it upset her to see a young man, who could have it so much better, so down on his luck.
But anyhow, he walked us to Rain Forest Cafe like a trooper, and when we got there said our ride was free, and that he'd wait there until we finished eating so that he could ride us back. We all felt really horrible, but the guy was unflinching in his resolve to be kind.
We ate dinner, never saying "Let's eat quick, so we don't keep him waiting", but we all knew that's what each other was thinking, and so, instinctually, we did. My mom had some food boxed, for what i thought, to take home and eat later.
She gave the man the food, and she was immensly greatful.
He walked us back, and we insisted he let us pay him, which he finally did. He said, "God Bless You" and walked away, back into the cold, unforgiving night.
What Did I Learn?
1) Dont judge based on appearances (He was a very nice guy despite it all)
2) Hardship can make you stronger (It was clear he had struggled in life, and learned from it)
3) Be greatful for what you do have (Not everyone is as fortunate)
4) The boardwalk is a good place for self-realization (Made me examine things a little more closely, that's for sure)
Last year, for Thanksgiving, we went down to Atlantic City, to the casinos (as we do on most holidays, cause we are good Christians after all...) to eat dinner and gamble. After a few hours, and a couple hundred bucks down the drain, my mom was content with her losses, and we decided to go eat.
Usually we would go to the Sands casino and eat in their "Boardwalk Buffet" (delicious mac n cheese btw). But since the Sands has been demolished, we've been going to the Showboat lately. A bit too colorful for my tastes, but its a fun atmosphere (and it only slightly smells of cigarette smoke). Their buffet, the "French Quarter" is fantastic, (apparently J.Lo. eats there all the time, but i've never seen her) so that was where we were planning to go and eat.
CLOSED
Alright, that's disappointing.
So we walk across (because they are connected) to the Taj to go to their buffet instead. (Not nearly as good)
CLOSED
O.K. now we're pissed.
So we go out side, past the House of Blues and onto the boardwalk behind the Showboat and Taj, and of course, as soon as we get out there, we're met by the freezing cold wind blowing off the ocean.
"So what about Rain Forest Cafe?" I suggest.
And that's what we decided on.
The Problem?
The Rain Forest Cafe is like 2 miles down the board walk, it's cold, we're all tired, we're all hungry.
So drastic times call for drastic measures: we hired on of those guys with the chariots to wheel us down the boardwalk.
He was a nice guy, but he was very sad. Not that he himself was emotionally upset, no, it was his situation that was sad, and i couldnt help but get a little depressed by it. Financially, as u could imagine, he wasn't the best off, and yet he had such a chipper, happy, optimistic disposition. He was tellig us his whole life story about his daughter, how he lost his previous job, about what he wanted to try to get her for Christmas and that's why he took the job as the chariot pusher.
His chariot was even "furnished" to a point. He had a car air freshener hanging, and a bombox duck taped to the ceiling, which served as a car-radio of sorts. He even hung curtains around the perimeter of the chariot to provide privacy.
It was evident he took a lot of pride in his chariot, and he even referred to it as luxourious, which reallly made me feel bad for him.
I was holding my feelings back, but my mom began crying as my father began to talk in depth with him. She didn't want him to see that she was crying, so that he wouldnt feel ashamed or pitied, but she told me later that he reminded her alot of my brother (because he was, and still kind of is, a drug addict, but thats another looong story) so it upset her to see a young man, who could have it so much better, so down on his luck.
But anyhow, he walked us to Rain Forest Cafe like a trooper, and when we got there said our ride was free, and that he'd wait there until we finished eating so that he could ride us back. We all felt really horrible, but the guy was unflinching in his resolve to be kind.
We ate dinner, never saying "Let's eat quick, so we don't keep him waiting", but we all knew that's what each other was thinking, and so, instinctually, we did. My mom had some food boxed, for what i thought, to take home and eat later.
She gave the man the food, and she was immensly greatful.
He walked us back, and we insisted he let us pay him, which he finally did. He said, "God Bless You" and walked away, back into the cold, unforgiving night.
What Did I Learn?
1) Dont judge based on appearances (He was a very nice guy despite it all)
2) Hardship can make you stronger (It was clear he had struggled in life, and learned from it)
3) Be greatful for what you do have (Not everyone is as fortunate)
4) The boardwalk is a good place for self-realization (Made me examine things a little more closely, that's for sure)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Aha! It Works!!
Check out the search box I just put up!
Don't know what it does yet per se...
Maybe you can search the internet for things...
Mayb just my blog...
I'm gonna try it!
Don't know what it does yet per se...
Maybe you can search the internet for things...
Mayb just my blog...
I'm gonna try it!
Memory - Sesame Street...
So I've got another delightful story to tell for you (lol). It was rather traumatic for me, but it's one of the very embarassing memories that come to mind. So here it goes...
Back when I was a young little rascal (i don't recall old exactly) probably between 6-8 if i had to guess, my family took me to one of my then favorite places: Sesame Street! (Apparently they could tell you how to get, how to get to Sesame Street. They were just that slick)
So at one time, i dont know if it's still there or not, but they had this amphitheatre like show area where they would have performances. So we went to go see this one show. It was a very very hot summer day, and yet a hundred people give or take packed there way into this auditorium; their sweaty, smelly, odorous bodies clearly only contributing to the fun...
So the show begins, and a woman brings out a parrot of some kind (now i know that it was a macaw. The irony being i actually have parrots myself now)
Now here comes the fun(?) part.
She asks for a volunteer to come up on stage with her, but she doesnt mention what said volunteer will be doing. So of course, it was hot, and humid, and sweaty, and stinky, and packed, and i had absolutely noooo intention of raising my hand, but guess what happens...
my mom grabs my arm and thrusts it skyward.
guess what happened next?
Just my lovely luck, i get called on.
Long story short, i wind up doing the Macarena along side a dancing, pooping, terrifying macaw.
What Did I Learn?
1) Macaws are full of crap (quite literally)
2) My Mom Causes Havoc For Me (Once Again)
3) I hate Sesame Street
Back when I was a young little rascal (i don't recall old exactly) probably between 6-8 if i had to guess, my family took me to one of my then favorite places: Sesame Street! (Apparently they could tell you how to get, how to get to Sesame Street. They were just that slick)
So at one time, i dont know if it's still there or not, but they had this amphitheatre like show area where they would have performances. So we went to go see this one show. It was a very very hot summer day, and yet a hundred people give or take packed there way into this auditorium; their sweaty, smelly, odorous bodies clearly only contributing to the fun...
So the show begins, and a woman brings out a parrot of some kind (now i know that it was a macaw. The irony being i actually have parrots myself now)
Now here comes the fun(?) part.
She asks for a volunteer to come up on stage with her, but she doesnt mention what said volunteer will be doing. So of course, it was hot, and humid, and sweaty, and stinky, and packed, and i had absolutely noooo intention of raising my hand, but guess what happens...
my mom grabs my arm and thrusts it skyward.
guess what happened next?
Just my lovely luck, i get called on.
Long story short, i wind up doing the Macarena along side a dancing, pooping, terrifying macaw.
What Did I Learn?
1) Macaws are full of crap (quite literally)
2) My Mom Causes Havoc For Me (Once Again)
3) I hate Sesame Street
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Memories Begin
The second afternoon of my new Blog's existance and now i have 4 followers. I'm gaining momentum and theres no end in sight... (maybe im deluding myself haha)
So im gonna try to think of things to keep this interersting for you all. My english teacher suggested "memories" and since I'm a man who likes a good laugh, let's make them funny ones. But they should also have a moral too i suppose; something you can learn from my experiences. So here's my first inspiring memory for you all:
This past Saturday we went to Deptford, my mom, my friend Alicia, and myself. My mother told me we were meeting my father - who had been out all day at a job site for work - we were meeting him at the Old Country Buffet. Now just to preface, my birthday is May 7th, so it was that previous Friday, the day before. So my mother said, once we get to Old Country Buffet we can decide if we're gonna eat there or go someone else. I suggested Olive Garden. I love Olive Garden. My father doesn't, and my mother was indifferent (or at least she seemed that way.)
So we get to Old Country Buffet, my father is there. Before we go in to eat my mom says let's stop in the FootLocker right across the street. They decided we would eat at the Old Country, even though I'd rather have Olive Garden, but i was too tired to argue so I let it go and went in the FootLocker with them. (I was surprised though that I couldn't even pick we're i wanted to eat for my own birthday). After buying a pair of Chucks, we went across to the buffet.
As we were about to enter the Buffet out walked my friend Ashley's mother. She said, "Hey Mister! You know, the waiting staff here isnt very nice, at least the ones in the front, but the waitresses in the back seem better, you should probably sit back there." So I had no idea what she meant by that, so I shrugged it off, said it was nice to see her, and chalked it up to coincidence, but i wondered "If she's here, where's Ashley? And why is she leaving without her?" But I didn't know what the deal was.
So we enter the Buffet and there is something of a long line, but instead of waiting, my mom walks to the front, past the cash register. I whisper to my dad, "Did she already pay?" To which he replied, "You know her, just follow her." (My Dad has learned to let my Mom do her thing, and not question her. Most husbands should know this about their wives if they want to survive)
So I follow my mom back to the back of the Buffet, still wishing it was Olive Garden instead when i hear, "SURPRISE!!!" and like 15 of my friends jump out from behind a table and throw handfuls of sparkly star-shaped confetti at me.
That night my friend Ariana pied me in the face with whipped cream.
The irony which really summed up the night in my opinion, was that my friend Alicia actually gave me an Olive Garden gift card as my present. She must be psychic.
What Did I Learn?
1) I Can't Trust My Mom (she's a sneaky little bugger, but i lover her)
2) I Can't Trust My Friends (they are far too good at hiding things from me!)
3) I Gotta Pay More Attention (Ashley had almost spilled the beans that Friday, but i was a little too oblivious to notice)
And finally 4) Pay Back is a Big You Know What. (So Look Out Ari. Look Out Mom.)
So im gonna try to think of things to keep this interersting for you all. My english teacher suggested "memories" and since I'm a man who likes a good laugh, let's make them funny ones. But they should also have a moral too i suppose; something you can learn from my experiences. So here's my first inspiring memory for you all:
This past Saturday we went to Deptford, my mom, my friend Alicia, and myself. My mother told me we were meeting my father - who had been out all day at a job site for work - we were meeting him at the Old Country Buffet. Now just to preface, my birthday is May 7th, so it was that previous Friday, the day before. So my mother said, once we get to Old Country Buffet we can decide if we're gonna eat there or go someone else. I suggested Olive Garden. I love Olive Garden. My father doesn't, and my mother was indifferent (or at least she seemed that way.)
So we get to Old Country Buffet, my father is there. Before we go in to eat my mom says let's stop in the FootLocker right across the street. They decided we would eat at the Old Country, even though I'd rather have Olive Garden, but i was too tired to argue so I let it go and went in the FootLocker with them. (I was surprised though that I couldn't even pick we're i wanted to eat for my own birthday). After buying a pair of Chucks, we went across to the buffet.
As we were about to enter the Buffet out walked my friend Ashley's mother. She said, "Hey Mister! You know, the waiting staff here isnt very nice, at least the ones in the front, but the waitresses in the back seem better, you should probably sit back there." So I had no idea what she meant by that, so I shrugged it off, said it was nice to see her, and chalked it up to coincidence, but i wondered "If she's here, where's Ashley? And why is she leaving without her?" But I didn't know what the deal was.
So we enter the Buffet and there is something of a long line, but instead of waiting, my mom walks to the front, past the cash register. I whisper to my dad, "Did she already pay?" To which he replied, "You know her, just follow her." (My Dad has learned to let my Mom do her thing, and not question her. Most husbands should know this about their wives if they want to survive)
So I follow my mom back to the back of the Buffet, still wishing it was Olive Garden instead when i hear, "SURPRISE!!!" and like 15 of my friends jump out from behind a table and throw handfuls of sparkly star-shaped confetti at me.
That night my friend Ariana pied me in the face with whipped cream.
The irony which really summed up the night in my opinion, was that my friend Alicia actually gave me an Olive Garden gift card as my present. She must be psychic.
What Did I Learn?
1) I Can't Trust My Mom (she's a sneaky little bugger, but i lover her)
2) I Can't Trust My Friends (they are far too good at hiding things from me!)
3) I Gotta Pay More Attention (Ashley had almost spilled the beans that Friday, but i was a little too oblivious to notice)
And finally 4) Pay Back is a Big You Know What. (So Look Out Ari. Look Out Mom.)
Monday, May 10, 2010
The Rocket Takes Off
We have lift off!
Welcome to my first post of my first blog in histroy! Congratulations! Be proud. Be very proud.
Well seeing as how I'm new to this, you're new to me, ans as I don't want to remain a stranger, let's get to know one another :)
For annoynmity's sake, my real name will remain a mystery... hehe I'm mysterious.
But you can call address me by my URL jrocketc0, Rocket, or Joe. Just nothing mean or derrogatory... we wouldnt want this to get nasty, would we? :P
But anyhow, let me tell you a bit about myself:
Currently I am 17 years old, and i live in the great (underrated) state of NJ. I am a Junior in Highschool and I am a rather popular kid. At least I'd like to say so... But who knows. I tend not to measure a person or myself by popularity; all I can really say is I have a lot friends who I think/hope like me, and I return the favor. I won my school's talent/beauty pageant (haha) so i am offically Mr. (insert school's initials here). Other than that I'm also currently #1 in my class, so things are going pretty good. I can't complain.
As for my aspirations I want(?) to be a lawyer, and a successful novelist. Currently I have 8 or 9 novels in progress (you tend to lose count between projects), one of which is almost completed. I am on my last chapter of this novel, and surely I will keep you updated throughout my Blog about my writing status. If you're interested to hear more about this, just let me know.
I've got a lot of hobbies, and I guess you could say I'm a well rounded person. Before I got injured (another story for another time) I used to like bowling, tennis, roller skating, and golf.
Now lets look at...
...
...My Favs.
Music
1) The Killers (favorite band. anyone who knows me can probably tell u this)
Fav. Songs: "Jenny was a Friend of Mine" "Andy You're a Star" "Neon Tiger" "Tidal Wave" and basically every other.
2) Panic at the Disco! (I'll never not put the "!" I havent come to terms with the loss of it :P)
Fav. Songs: "But It's Better if you Do" "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" "Nine in the Afternoon"
and many others
Television
1) The Office
2) Family Guy
3) King of the Hill
4) Monk
5) Nip/Tuck
6) The Riches
7) 24
Movies
1) Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
2) Something's Gotta Give
3) Nacho Libre
4) Forgetting Sarah Marshall
5) EVERY BOND (saw and loved every one)
and plenty of others...
Books/Authors
1) Sue Grafton: A is for Alibi, B is for Burglar, C is for Corpse, etc. etc.
2) Dean Koontz: Velocity, Odd Thomas Series, and all of his other novels
3) James Patterson: Alex Cross Series, Women's Murder Club Series, Daniel X Series
4) Stephen King: His sane works (haha) and his Dark Tower Series
Well I'm gonna wrap this up now that you know a little bit about me. I wouldnt want to beat my first post into the ground...
I'll talk to you later, and until then, keep smiling, and if u have no reason to...well just do it anyhow :)
Welcome to my first post of my first blog in histroy! Congratulations! Be proud. Be very proud.
Well seeing as how I'm new to this, you're new to me, ans as I don't want to remain a stranger, let's get to know one another :)
For annoynmity's sake, my real name will remain a mystery... hehe I'm mysterious.
But you can call address me by my URL jrocketc0, Rocket, or Joe. Just nothing mean or derrogatory... we wouldnt want this to get nasty, would we? :P
But anyhow, let me tell you a bit about myself:
Currently I am 17 years old, and i live in the great (underrated) state of NJ. I am a Junior in Highschool and I am a rather popular kid. At least I'd like to say so... But who knows. I tend not to measure a person or myself by popularity; all I can really say is I have a lot friends who I think/hope like me, and I return the favor. I won my school's talent/beauty pageant (haha) so i am offically Mr. (insert school's initials here). Other than that I'm also currently #1 in my class, so things are going pretty good. I can't complain.
As for my aspirations I want(?) to be a lawyer, and a successful novelist. Currently I have 8 or 9 novels in progress (you tend to lose count between projects), one of which is almost completed. I am on my last chapter of this novel, and surely I will keep you updated throughout my Blog about my writing status. If you're interested to hear more about this, just let me know.
I've got a lot of hobbies, and I guess you could say I'm a well rounded person. Before I got injured (another story for another time) I used to like bowling, tennis, roller skating, and golf.
Now lets look at...
...
...My Favs.
Music
1) The Killers (favorite band. anyone who knows me can probably tell u this)
Fav. Songs: "Jenny was a Friend of Mine" "Andy You're a Star" "Neon Tiger" "Tidal Wave" and basically every other.
2) Panic at the Disco! (I'll never not put the "!" I havent come to terms with the loss of it :P)
Fav. Songs: "But It's Better if you Do" "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" "Nine in the Afternoon"
and many others
Television
1) The Office
2) Family Guy
3) King of the Hill
4) Monk
5) Nip/Tuck
6) The Riches
7) 24
Movies
1) Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
2) Something's Gotta Give
3) Nacho Libre
4) Forgetting Sarah Marshall
5) EVERY BOND (saw and loved every one)
and plenty of others...
Books/Authors
1) Sue Grafton: A is for Alibi, B is for Burglar, C is for Corpse, etc. etc.
2) Dean Koontz: Velocity, Odd Thomas Series, and all of his other novels
3) James Patterson: Alex Cross Series, Women's Murder Club Series, Daniel X Series
4) Stephen King: His sane works (haha) and his Dark Tower Series
Well I'm gonna wrap this up now that you know a little bit about me. I wouldnt want to beat my first post into the ground...
I'll talk to you later, and until then, keep smiling, and if u have no reason to...well just do it anyhow :)
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