Who?

While I am tired and while it is 8:00 AM, my efforts to write about our masked crusader have not been met with a brick wall. The morning has proven useful.

The hero was on his knees, it was a dirty Columbia, SC sidewalk. There was a sting, a pain, where his knees met the concrete. The afternoon summer breeze brushed his hair out of his hazel eyes to reveal a stern look of determination. His thoughts raced as 10 men surrounded him, all with weapons of various types. The disaster occurred when a Columbia gang heard of the escapades of the caped crusader and decided that they would take matters into their own hands. They planned to kill the hero and turn his body over to the police to rid the filth and scum of Columbia of any type of authoritative threat. Their plan, so far, has worked perfectly. They lured the hero into an alley using a decoy mugging down Main street. When he entered this alley, he found that there was a chain roof and doors on all sides. He could not escape without damaging the buildings infrastructure, he had no desire to do such horrendous acts to the downtown residents and developers. "What is there to do?" He asked himself.

The gun in his mouth left him little freedom to speak. While our hero is strong, invisible, and can fly... he is not invincible. Surely a bullet out of a Desert Eagle .50 caliber, fired at point blank range would put a damper on his weekend. As he kneeled there in that dark, damp, unforgiving alley, he began to recolect his life and the all the events that had led up to that moment. "We truly are left to our decisions and they define our future." He thought earnstly.

The events of his life leading up to this situation have been naught with peril and decit. Ever since he was a small boy, at the age of 11, he had been very strong. The kids at the playground used to have him throw them into the lake adjacent to their school. He had to be careful not to throw them over the lake, they did not weigh anything to him. He saw it as a challenge and as a way to earn acceptance into their friendship. Little did he know, throwing kids 200 feet into the middle of a lake was not an ideal way to merit their friendship. Brushy Creek elementary school in upstate New York was a small school, only several hundred kids played there during the week while their parents were at various business functions. The faculty there, unforgiving as they were, did understand the need for acceptance, but upon hearing of our hero launching kids into the middle of a lake, they took immediate action. The school expelled our hero and his gifted ways. His parents decided to home school the child due to his gifts.

As the hero grew, so did his powers and his strengths. His parents made sure he developed those strengths on the privacy of their farm land in Boonville on the edge of the Adirondack Park Preserve. They had him lift whole oak trees out of the ground, move boulders the size of cars and even one the size of a small house, and use his intuition to escape various obstacles and design various traps. His parents were proud. They were simple people, not to in tune with the world around them, always in thought, always learning. Their use of computers was non-existant, their knowledge of TV was limited to the 6 local channels that aired the same shows nightly, and their excitement was contained by a knowledge that their son was not normal. How could they get excited about a child at the age of 13 who could destroy the world they knew with a 100 foot tree trunk?

At the age of 16 a strange and exciting new development took place. The cliffs to the side of their property overlooking Kayuta Lake were used by the boy to judge distance, conqueror his fear of heights, and provide a good place to ponder lifes unknowns. This particular day was different. Our hero's fear of heights was tested when an eagle scared him off the cliff some 400 feet down. He slammed into the rocky wall thinking, "This is it, my death will come at the age of 16". As he tumbled toward the pristine blue, 45 degree water, he felt himself slowing till finally, about 50 feet from the surface of his doom, he stopped falling. He opened his eyes to find himself hovering, floating on what first looked like nothing at all. He examined his surrounding, looking up gave him a sense of the situation he was in and how far he had fallen. Oh, his heart was pounding, he adrenaline had been kicked into overdrive, his senses were extraordinary. "How is this possible?" he thinks to himself quietly as he floats above the icy waters.

These things he thought briefly as he came back to reality. The gun in his mouth tasted of cold steel, the kind of taste after you lick frost off a metal object. The 10 men surrounding him deciding his fate, were undoubtly wicked. Our hero began to develop a method of escape from the clutches of death. His brain worked blazingly fast, the neurons firing saw a small 6" bolt lying on the concrete 14 feet behind his captives. The brick walls and metal grate installed above him were his bain. He noticed that the man holding the weapon in his mouth would occassionally look towards his assalants trying to figure out what their plans. "This is my opportunity" he though silently.

Next time that man looked away, the hero was off his knees in action. He grabbed the gun, bent the tip of the barrel and pushed the man back into the group breaking his sternum and 6 ribs, knocking them all down. He immediately turned invisible. The assalants were amazed for a splint moment, but immediately terrified of what they had just witnessed. "What kind of voodoo and magic does this guy have!?" one guy screamed with a trembling voice. Our hero, oh, he was not good to these men. He took each gang member's weapon and broke it in half. He toyed with their fragile, undeveloped minds. "You have come here to kill me. Your hesitation and bickering have led to your downfall" he whispers in a voice filled of power and anger. He told them all the things he could do, his powers, his training, his years of depatching vermin such as themselves for far lesser crimes. The fear that engripped the hearts of these men was profound. All 10 men were trembling upon every word spoken by our hero. After torturing the men for over an hour with taunts and taking breaking their weapons. He appeared behind them. "I think it is time you turned yourself into the police" he said without hesitation. The men turned, slowly, as to not anger the creature they fear anymore. "If you do not turn yourself into the police, I will find you, and I... will turn you into the police myself" said our hero with a smirk on his face. All 10 men went running for the alley door, soon to find themselves in a police station telling their story.

Our hero, smiled at what had just transpired. Part of his life flashed before his eyes. He was thankful it was the part of his life that was not haunting his future. Standing in that alley, our hero turned invisible yet again and flew to the Dome of his residence. He has done a good deed today. 10 men were saved from a life full of wickedness. His good deeds this day will trigger some more of his past. Hopefully, the next few days of his life won't be his last.

The Hero awakens...

The hero sits up in his over sized, luxurious bed thinking to himself, "What is there to do today?" As he contemplates his daily activities, he looks upward at the inside of the dome. It is magnificent. A single tear is drawn to the inside of his eye at the thought of building such a monumental structure. Outside, he hears the laughter of children and the business talk of representatives trying to secure the future of their constituents. He yawns. He jumps out of bed, alert, ready to take on the world. Little does he know, he will be tested today by a foe so great, so diabolical, that all other heroes before him perished in the heat of battle.

As he steps to the edge of the dome, dawning his favorite red cap and green leotards, a sight catches his eye. "What is that in the distance... an individual in distress!?" he says to himself. He immediately turns invisible so that the guests of the state house grounds will not be bothered by the likes of him. He flys, invisible, from the dome down main street to Blanding street, where a mugger has recently aquired a possession that did not belong to himself. BOOM! POW! KABOW! There is only darkness in the mind of the mugger, unable to see the hero, unable to catch him, it looks as though he is beating himself up. Down goes the mugger, the street is so warm in the afternoon sun, the breeze gently blows down Blanding street towards Assembly street where the sound of wooshing cars brings back memories for the unfortunate mugger.

The hero drops his invisibility to reveal an ordinary looking man, dressed in a business suit, holding the purse that was snatched from the helpless, elderly woman. He walks over to her, hands her the purse and bids her farewell. In his departure, he called an ambulance for the mugger, just in case he knew not the bounds of his strength. He never intentionally means to hurt evil people, though, it does happen if such means are necessary. He ducks into an alley... turns invisible again and flys up to the Dome of the state house. Ever vigilant, he keeps watch over the city and the patrons of downtown Columbia, SC. His senses are keen, alert, and ready for more action. Shall his deeds never be discarded, shall they never be a second thought... little does he know, by the police he is sought.

A Story

It was a hot, steamy July 13 in Columbia, SC. The temperature is reaching near 100 degrees again with a humidity that's about the same. The small South Carolina capital is bustling with business on this Monday afternoon. Little do the complacent employees that fill main street sidewalks know, the night before there was a strange story to be had. The story of a hero, a man of courage, fortitude, and strength, that defies all evil. Such a man Columbia has been waiting for, I'm sure. No one knows where this hero of hero's takes rest, but it is to be rumored that what he calls home resides in the dome of the capital building where he can watch out for the citizens of main street in an effort to thwart homelessness and poverty as it rears it's ugly head.

His favorite part of the entire day is seeing the Chic-fil-a Cow walk, drive, and even scooter down main street. He gets such a tickle out of that cow, a guffaw is heard from the dome of the capital. The wide-eyed children and their chaperones look anxiously upon the dome to discover little. They talk amongst themselves, "What is up there I wonder?" one little boy says. "I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope it is friendly" says a frightened little girl. The hero, knowing the error of his guffaw, should have been further reserved to not let out such a laugh. His prior experience has led to many people taking gaze upon such white marble with curiousity and wonder.

As he settles down for the night, the hero thinks to himself, I feel so alone, "Why can't I find a hero woman to settle down with and have little hero babies?" His question was only answered by darkness. He hung his heavy head and crawled into his blue satin sheet, king sized bed... hero's need their rest too you know. Until another night has came and went shall I reveal more secrets from where they are sent.

Funny Pictures

Isn't he the cutest!? LOL. He's all like... "RAWR, fear my wrath!"

Washington D.C.

This past weekend for the 4th of July, Lindsay and myself went to Washington D.C. to see various things:

1. White House
2. Capitol Building
3. Washington Monument
4. National Museum of American History
5. National Museum of Natural History
6. Arlington Cemetery
7. 4th of July Parade down Constitution Ave.
8. Fireworks over the Washington Monument

Those are a few of the things we saw. It was exciting, exhilarating, and adventurous. It was crazy... pushing people off the Metro after the 4th of July fireworks, trying a footlong hotdog, drinking Sangria at a sculpture garden sitting under some trees, and just getting in the massive crowds of people that turned out at the event.

There was a TON of police at this thing, I've never seen so many police. OMG. Anyway, it was a good time. Thanks to Lark (who is awesome BTW) for showing us around and being patient with my jokes and confusions.

Oh yeah, I found a chicken penne pasta dish that is better than Olive Garden. Never knew that could happen. I don't remember the place I tasted it at... it was a mediterranean place. Man, it was amazing.

The LIST..OMG

So, the list to the left is fully functional starting today. THE BEGINNING BABY! WOOO.

I have until March 28, 2012 to finish the list... nothing really bad happens if I don't get it finished, but, it'd be nice to get it finished. A sense of accomplishment!

Linsday and I leave for Washington D.C. tomorrow. Other than the White House and The Capitol, other museums, exhibits, random fun times are just optional additions to having a fun, relaxed, worry-free visit to the Capitol. Oh yeah, maybe some fireworks on Saturday Night (Might be a long night).