Time Machines, baby. . . Time Machines. . .

Welcome, welcome my humble disciples... I've come once again to deliver the latest thoughts in my mind- thoughts that are also too pressing to keep to myself...

This particular excerpt is to do almost entirely with coming to terms with the choices I made in a specific time in my life, but although not included, also has to do with the impact that those choices may have had on my life today.

I'm speaking of my time in High School. First of all you probably already know what a colossal epic fail it all was, and how I've dealt with it thus far; but if you've read this far I'll ask you to read on, for this is quite different from those previous opinions.

Reasoning Number 1 : I should have gone to a different High School. I'm in no way blaming the teachers, or former fellow students (or placing blame anywhere other than squarely on my own shoulders.)

I feel the way I learn, and have always learnt, never fit with the way I was taught there. It was an academic school and I learn better visually and tactilely. Nothing wrong with either.

Reasoning Number 2 : I should have tried harder. While I was given a very, very long leash to do my assignments (and even had assignments I simply didn't want to do over looked) I quite simply can't sweep away the fact that I was pretentious and presumptuous child who thought he deserved more credit that what the assignments reflected.

Reasoning Number 3 : I should have gone to my graduation. I'm sure many of you would agree with the previous two more than this one, but I have always had my heart strings pulled when I think on or see something that truly embodies the pride of accomplishment, and the applause that's given after completion.

I won't deny it took me approximately seven years to complete High School- but I'll also make the point that it's all the more reason to want that, and that it has since left a large gaping hole in the character that I put forth in everything I do.

Three simple points that, overall, once again was longer than anticipated. . .

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Making a hero. . .

Well I return once more to convey my thoughts and wishes to you, my humble flock...

This time, as I believe is appropriate for the revamping of my testament, I plan to showcase the thoughts and creations that stem from my imagination- well, at least more than I did previously...

So after watching a classic of all comic-based-movies, I'm reminded of a hero I have been trying to develop for some years now (and no, it's not the one about the two guys with the robotic armor, or the one about the freedom fighter in the future with the hover board and smart bombs.)

Really, I'm not sure it matters for this particular scripture- I've just always wondered how a hero is really born. Today's heroes always seem to have the requirement of really feeling real, and with that, almost every hero still seems to conform to classical idealistic points of view. Both of these ideas have always had me confused on how to make characters, and heroes in particular, capitulate to each other...

The two concepts fit together in my mind like oil and water- I mean, if I (or most likely anyone of us) were to be, in any manner, given supernatural powers does anyone believe we would not eventually use them for diabolical purposes? Really can anyone blame us if we did?

If I had the choice between robbing banks with impunity or saving kittens from trees and stopping muggers for glory- fuckin' eh I'd rob banks, we all would and anyone who says different is just fooling themselves...

Really I think there is more than one blockage with the matter, everything I just said, and the idea that with superhuman abilities is an entirely different plain of thought- you know, all that with great power and great responsibility crap.

Conclusion, So- what to do about it? Well even a God's head is better with the thoughts of his congregation. All in all, I think this is actually slightly deeper than I initially set it out to be...

Iaminyourveins!

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Holy Shit!

Hello hello hello... Echo echo echo...

Welcome back into the graces of G-nome... After 4 years, 2 months, 11 days, and 5 hours- Bow Low and Hail G-nome! is back online!

Now to explain the circumstances of your deity's disappearance; as the people of the Internet might remember Blogger was at some point bought by Google have since tried to adjust all the blogs under the Blogger brand to conform with the other branches of Google that require logins... Well there are some things an idol like myself just simply can't change- I, unfortunately, couldn't make a new account under the Google login to post my scripture and have been cut off from doing so- UNTIL NOW!

Yes, you read that correctly- I am back and going to resurrect this tablet back to its former glory and better...

I have (as I'm sure you have as well) had this doctrine as my home page for all these long years in the hopes that one day I and it would be able to return, and now you all can be relieved and elated to hear that this tone sounds once more.

Iaminyourveins!

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