Monthly Archives: October 2014

Halloween and Other Things

It’s Halloween and that means that every kid in America will be all dressed up in awesome costumes going trick or treating from door to door from late afternoon well into the night. At least that was the scenario when I was growing up. Door to door trick or treating now is almost unheard of. Instead, you have giant car to car gatherings, mostly organized by a church at a safely lit church parking lot, where kids dress up and go from car trunk to car trunk to get treats.

I used to trick or treat with friends and neighbors without adult supervision. We’d go all over our neighborhood and have a great time trick or treating. We didn’t worry about opened candy or being kidnapped. We didn’t worry about going into a house and never being able to come out again. Back in those days, we did fundraisers for school by going door to door alone. That was because we knew our neighbors. We actually talked to our neighbors. Granted, we didn’t know personal details about each house and each family, but we knew enough to know what kind of people they were and if we could trust them. Back then, trust was easy. It was never questioned. It was never questioned if the lone man in the blue house was some creepy pervert or that the old woman in the red brick house was really some horrid witch who ate children for her supper. Trust was a given thing in neighborhoods, even with the neighbors who didn’t like anyone at all. But in today’s world, everything is different. And trust is no longer a given. It’s a very rare thing now to have.

What is it with churches planning Halloween events? I understand the need to make settings safe for children and your entire flock, but shouldn’t Halloween not be celebrated by churches? It’s not the same as having people who celebrate Halloween that go to church. Churches celebrating Halloween gives it the okay for everyone in those churches to compromise their beliefs and add in other beliefs.

Is it hypocritical of me to even say that? I’m a Christian. I don’t celebrate Halloween (unless people want to give me candy), but I wish everyone a Happy Halloween all the time. So in essence, I’m celebrating Halloween too. I don’t want to be the kind of person who totally pretends that other people’s beliefs don’t exist, or worse, condemns people to hell for what they believe in. So is that what churches are doing, celebrating Halloween so that they don’t look like jerks?

However, being a jerk is a cool and amusing thing in today’s society. Viral videos of people being mean are the trend and sadly, there are people making videos trying to top those videos.

Insulting people, making fun of people, and bullying people isn’t a funny thing. Yet, we do it all the time. We do it in families, in friendships, in relationships and we think it’s super funny because we laugh at other people’s expenses. The saying goes, “Only I have the right to make fun of my family and tease them, but if you do it, I will hurt you“. Since when has it been okay to be mean and horrible to your family, but nice to everyone else? Worse, since when has it been okay to be upset at other people doing the same thing you’re doing to the same person you do it to? That’s hypocritical too.

I have a big family. I was very mean when I was younger. I had a lot of anger. I had a lot of unresolved issues. I get mad now when my family is being mean to one another. I get mad now when my friends do the same thing.

Rachel used to call everyone a bitch, a slut, a whore, and a multitude of other degrading things. It was the way she had always spoken to others and others accepted that about her. I tried to accept that about her too, but I eventually had to say no. It wasn’t okay to joke around and call someone names, even if all her other friends were okay with it. I wasn’t okay with it. She was very mad that I even told her to stop calling me names, but slowly, she did stop. And she stopped calling everyone else names too. She stopped allowing people to call her names as well.

Most people don’t realize that all the “jokes” and all the “harmless humor” in insulting yourself and others actually do affect you and others. Everyone starts to believe it. And while most have adapted to throw on a thick skin and pretend that words don’t hurt, they do. Name calling like that degrades people. And it makes their self esteem and self worth go down. It’s a form of manipulation hidden behind a smile and laughter. Much like many forms of manipulation hidden the same way, they all affect what we think about ourselves, how we feel about ourselves, and that if everyone else was like us and felt like us, then we’re not alone and we’re not as bad as we feel about ourselves.

What is a good medium between harmless teasing and insulting masquerading as teasing?

I don’t know. I think we all go back to that double standard that we were taught as kids that it was okay to be mean to people you care about, but to be nice to everyone else. That double standard isn’t right.

Since when is calling someone fat or chubby out of love make calling anyone else fat or chubby okay? Since when is calling someone an arrogant jerk and teasing them about it out of love make calling anyone else an arrogant jerk and teasing them about it okay? Since when are we so preoccupied with tearing other people down, tearing ourselves down, that that becomes the new normal? That it becomes the new okay? All of these things that we do, all the insulting and teasing and bullying are tearing people’s self esteem and self worth down, whether we love them or not, whether they’re family or not, whether they’re our best friend or not. It’s not okay. It’s not okay to hurt others and ourselves.

I’m off on a tangent here.

I missed the good old days when things were easier and nothing was so blurred that it’s hypocritical religious political societal bs.

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Posted by on October 31, 2014 in Diary


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Perfect Timing

I’m watching 2 Broke Girls and in the last episode of Season One where Max and Caroline attend the gala in hopes of cornering Martha Stewart to try their homemade cupcakes, Max meets Johnny as she’s coming out of the bathroom. He tells her that they’ve gotten far in their careers to be able to attend such a high class event and she responds that they haven’t gotten far at all (in their relationship). She asked why and he said, “timing, I guess”.

It reminds me of how important timing really is, not only when it comes to relationships, but to everything. If we were just a bit early or a bit late for some things in life, our lives could’ve been totally different. And I’m not talking about being early or late by months or years, but merely by hours or days.

Back in high school, I was tricked into meeting a guy named Jay. He was a super skinny tall white goth kid who did indeed live in a creepy house with an energy vortex of some kind (you can feel the energy when you’re there–it was crazy, but real). He had a hot roommate who was Irish and had freckles and red hair…but that’s a different story. Anyhow, Jay was this pretty awesome artist and I was expecting my friend Will to drop me off at home, not take me to someone else’s house.

I met Keera for the first time at Jay’s house. She was tricked by whoever brought her there as well. She thought she was going to the movies. Instead, we both ended up at a house with a bunch of horny teenagers and neither of us cared one bit for them or the hormones. And since neither of us did drive and had cars and could leave, we were forced to stay and meet.

It was by perfect timing that I happened to find Will and reminded him that he promised he’d drop me off at home that day. He was literally about to leave when I found him and if I had been a couple minutes late in getting to him after the bell rang, I would’ve missed out on Jay and Keera and my life would’ve been different. Neither Jay nor Keera attended school where I did (Jay was out of school as he was in his mid twenties) and neither one of them lived anywhere in the city I lived in.

A few minutes late, and I would’ve never had stories that spanned three books about the Otherworld and all those who lived there. I would’ve never had Demonico or any of those characters and all the crazy that came with it.

How much of our lives is purely coincidental? How much of it is actually perfect timing? Timing is indeed everything.

I once worked with a guy who had the coolest name I’ve ever heard of: Zebediah. It’s not a common name. We’d call him Zeb for short. He played baseball and he’d always invite me to his games, but I never wanted to go. He wanted me to see him play, but I wasn’t ready for any relationships. I always turned him down. He was a great guy: funny, smart, old fashioned–perfect…but the timing wasn’t. I honestly can’t imagine what life would be like now if I had said yes back then and just accepted his offer.

Life itself is a series of perfect timing. Everything actually works together, whether for good or bad, to control our lives and move it in a direction that has purpose and meaning.

It’s like hurricane Hugo of ’89 or some time way back in the past when I was still a single digit in age. We had this gigantic tree right next to our house and it was so big and so strong that nothing could move it. That night, it actually crashed into our house and smashed everything. My mom, being scared alone with young kids in a storm while my dad worked 3rd shift, took all of us kids and packed us into the living room where we slept on the floor. We actually survived the gigantic tree crashing into our house and smashing everything into bits. Hugo wasn’t even a bad storm and normally, my mom wouldn’t move us all to the living room, but the tree went right through my baby sister’s crib. If we had all just gone to sleep that night like normal, we would’ve all been dead or in the very least, hurt very badly which would’ve affected the rest of our lives. I would’ve probably never been able to write stories that needed to be told.

I know for a fact that my life is a bunch of hit and misses–anything and everything from good and bad luck, to the people in my life or those who have been in my life, to how I’m even still alive today.

A few minutes sooner, being unbuckled in the back seat of my best friend’s boyfriend’s car and sitting right in the middle with a giant gap that I easily fit through when we hit head on with a car that suddenly made a left turn, I would’ve flew right out that front windshield window had time not literally slowed down enough so I could see what was coming before it happened and brace myself by spreading my arms and legs wide and holding on to the back of their chairs. There wasn’t time to actually put on a seat belt. To be honest, I wasn’t even paying any attention to the front of the car. If time hadn’t literally slowed down, I wouldn’t be here today. And as crazy as that sounded, I actually survived a horrible car crash that put the driver, who had on a seat belt, in a coma for five days. He was hurt that bad. The entire front of the car was totaled. And to make things worse, it was Mother’s Day. Christina’s boyfriend took us shopping to get presents for our moms. I was sixteen.

For some reason, we normally only look at relationships in relation to timing. If I met this person sooner, they would be with me and not someone else. But perfect timing in fact determines every aspect of our lives. Perfect timing determines who we meet, what we do, how we do it, who we affect, who affects us, and basically everything in our lives is measured by a timeline we cannot compute into mathematical equations.

A few minutes later, and I would’ve missed meeting Michael who is the most amazing person I’ve ever known. He adores the hell out of me (literally, although he’s Asatru? I forget.Whatever his religion is, it isn’t Christian) and I adore him right back.

A few minutes later, and Shaun would’ve committed suicide.

Our lives are measured by time. That time, however, isn’t linear. Time isn’t a straight line. It is a messed up web of perfect that I haven’t even begun figuring out yet. Everything in our lives is perfect timing, even when we cannot see the perfection in all the imperfection of things gone wrong and things gone right.

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Posted by on October 29, 2014 in Diary


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No Need For Little Tenchi!

This is my first fan fiction, thanks to my awesome friend Luke Green who gave me this particular idea. (I don’t even know how one writes fan fiction!)

This piece is based off the characters of Tenchi Muyo and I’m calling it, “No Need for Little Tenchi!” 😀


Tenchi stared up into the blue sky. Nothing stirred. With a sigh, he dutifully tied his shoelaces. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year already, Tenchi thought to himself. I wonder how Ayeka is doing.

Ayeka, princess of Jurai, had left earth in haste, vowing never to return. Tenchi didn’t understand why. The day before Ayeka abruptly left was a day Tenchi wouldn’t forget so easily. He remembered it as if it was only yesterday.

“Where are the others?” Ayeka asked as she came in from hanging laundry out on the clothesline in the backyard.

Tenchi glanced up from his studies. “Oh, dad’s still at work and grandpa is at the shrine. Washu made Ryoko and Ryo-ohki take her to some science thing out in space. Kiyone and Mishoshi had something to do at headquarters. Sasami went to the store because we’re getting low on Miso and tempura batter.”

Ayeka paused for a moment. “I guess that leaves only you and me.”

“I guess so,” Tenchi said with a smile. He glanced back down at his school books.

“Um, Tenchi?”

“What is it, Ayeka?” He watched as she fiddled with the hem of her sleeves.

She hesitated. “Have you ever thought about us?” she asked him. “I know I live on Jurai and you here on Earth, but–”

“I have.”

His answer surprised her. “You have?” Ayeka walked closer. She smiled and sat down beside him. “Will you tell me what you thought about us?”

He smiled. “Uh-huh. I sure will.”

Tenchi!” The happy, high pitched wail jolted him out of his day dream. Ryoko appeared beside him and he smiled. “Tenchi! You forgot your lunch. I brought it for you.” She handed him the brown paper bag.

“Thank you, Ryoko.” He finished tying his shoes and got up. “Have a good day, Ryoko, Don’t get into too much trouble.”

She grinned. “Me? Trouble? Never!” She laughed out and he smiled at her laughter. She had came a long way from being the most feared space pirate in the entire galaxy to being almost a decent member of society if not for her mischievous streaks of destruction at times.

“Well, I’ll see you later.”


He turned around to see a big eyed, sad faced Ryoko. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“You forgot,” she said.

He thought about the several things he could’ve forgotten that would’ve made her sad. “Ah, I remember now.” He walked back over to Ryoko and pressed his lips against her cheek in a kiss. “I’ll be home soon.”

With a grin, Ryoko shot up into the air and disappeared. “I’ll be waiting for you,” her voice echoed.

Tenchi turned towards the fields and started walking. It had been an entire year since Ayeka left. Many things had changed in that time. He had married Ryoko.

He spent the time walking to the fields thinking about Ayeka, thinking about their time alone together. Although he was married to Ryoko for about a week now, he had never spent time alone with her. Time alone was impossible in a house full of women from outer space who made things very interesting. Sasami was gone now. She followed Ayeka back to Jurai. Kiyone did all of the cooking as long as Ryoko helped to keep Mihoshi out of the kitchen. Things had returned back to normal since Ayeka and Sasami left, but there was always a part of the family missing without them here.

A shadow fell over Tenchi and he looked up. A Jurai ship! Smoke trailed from the ship as it whizzed through the atmosphere and crashed into the side of a mountain. Tenchi dropped everything and started running towards the crash.


“That was bad driving, princess Sasami,” the ship said. “I’ve lost 40% of my shields.”

“I’m sorry!” Sasami cried out. She was clutching a bundle wrapped in cloth tightly to her chest. “I didn’t know what to do. You’re not my ship.”

“I’m your sister Ayeka’s ship,” came the reply. “It’s okay, princess Sasami. Princess Ayeka will be happy you’re safe.”

Sasami dried her tears on her sleeves and nodded. “I’m going to find her,” Sasami said. “I need to stop here first.”

“Ayeka! Sasami!”

Sasami turned and saw Tenchi on a monitor screen. He was calling for her. “Open the door,” she told the ship. With tears in her eyes, she ran towards the door.

Tenchi spotted a blue haired girl running towards him, her pony tails flying behind her. “Sasami!” Tenchi called out. He opened his arms and she fell into him sobbing.

“It’s okay, Sasami,” he comforted her. “Are you hurt? Is Ayeka still in the ship?”

“What’s all this ruckus?” Ryoko appeared beside Tenchi and saw the ruined ship. Then she glanced at him and saw him hugging Sasami. The little vein in her forehead started throb. Anger filled her, but she noticed something awkward about their hug. “What’cha got there, Sasami?”

“Ryoko!” Sasami instantly left Tenchi and clung on to Ryoko’s waist.

“Whoa! Get it off,” Ryoko told Tenchi. Tenchi laughed.

“She misses you too, Ryoko.”

“Misses me?” It was strange for anyone to miss her. Ryoko smiled that she might’ve been missed by Sasami and gently pushed the crying girl away. “What do you have there, Sasami?”

“Huh?” Sasami looked confused for a moment. Ryoko pointed to the thing she was holding and she looked down. “Oh, this.” Sasami lifted the cloth back to reveal a baby. “This is my baby brother,” she said cheerfully.

“You mean, Misaki had a baby?” Tenchi asked, surprised.

Sasami smiled. “Something like that.” She glanced up at Ryoko. “Here.” She tossed the child up and Ryoko caught him.

“Here? What? Wait! I can’t take a baby!” Ryoko called out. Sasami was already halfway back to the ship.

“I have to save my sister,” Sasami said without looking back. “Ryoko, please take care of my brother.”

“Your sister? Ayeka!” Tenchi got up and ran after Sasami. “What happened to Ayeka?”

“She’s been kidnapped,” Sasami said. She completely ignored Ryoko’s whining in the background. “I’m going to save her.”

“I’m going with you,” Tenchi told her.

“But, Tenchi! Tenchi!” Ryoko called out.

He turned towards her. “If Ayeka is in trouble, we’re going to save her.” Ryoko frowned at his decision. “Take good care of their little brother. We’ll be back home with Ayeka soon.”

“Tenchi…” Ryoko was crying now.

He turned to Sasami. “Let’s go!”

“What do I do with…” Ryoko glanced at the smiling child. When she glanced up, the ship and both Tenchi and Sasami were already gone. “TENCHI!


Ryoko grumbled all the way back to the house. The child laughed at her. “What are you laughing at, brat?” she asked, picking him up by one leg and dangling him in the air. He laughed even more. “I can drop you, but then my Tenchi will be mad at me.” She sighed and threw the child into the air. She grabbed the cloth and spread it out under him, caught him, and wrapped him up again. He giggled and laughed at her. “You like that, huh?” she asked with a softer smile. “I’m not a good mother,” she whispered.

“What do you have there, Ryoko?”

Ryoko looked up to see Washu standing in the doorway waiting for her. “Eeek!” She caught herself and clutched the bundle close to her. “Washu! What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you,” Washu said with a smile.

“Wh…why? I can come home whenever I want!”

Washu laughed. “I saw a ship enter our space on my radar,” she said. “It was a Juraian ship. Two aboard and two gone. I’m suspecting one of ours has left and we have kept one of theirs.”

Ryoko hesitated then offered up the bundle. “Sasami gave it to me,” Ryoko said.

“Sasami?” Washu opened the bundle and saw the cute baby inside. “Little Tenchi!” she exclaimed. She pulled the boy out of his bindings and cuddled him close. “You’re so cute!”

“He’s not little Tenchi,” Ryoko told her. “He’s Sasami’s little brother.”

“Oh?” Washu glanced from the child, then to Ryoko, and back to the child again. “I could’ve sworn he has Tenchi’s smile.”


“What’s his name?” Washu asked.

Ryoko shrugged. “Sasami didn’t say.”

“We’ll call him little Tenchi then. Are you hungry, little Tenchi? Yes you are!”

“You’re just like a baby too,” Ryoko snickered.

“What was that, Ryoko? You want to take care of little Tenchi all by yourself? Change his diapers and burp him too?”

“No! I’m good,” Ryoko said quickly.

“That’s what I thought,” Washu said as little Tenchi laughed. “You like that, don’t you. You like that mean space pirate Ryoko.” Little Tenchi laughed some more and Washu glanced over to a slouching Ryoko who suddenly stood straight. “Sasami gave him to you to watch, did she?”

Ryoko nodded.

“Tenchi left to save Ayeka.”

Ryoko nodded again.

“Hm, very interesting.” Washu glaced at the purple hair on little Tenchi’s head.

“What’s interesting, Washu?”

“Here.” Washu shoved the child back in Ryoko’s arm. Ryoko looked him up and down.

“What is it? I don’t see anything.”

“He needs a diaper change,” Washu said.

Ryoko hit the floor. “Diaper change?”

“Yes, change his diaper,” Washu told her. “Then feed him and burp him and bathe him and put him to sleep in Tenchi’s bed.”

“Ugh…” Ryoko groaned. “Can’t you do it, Washu? Please?”

“Nope. Little Tenchi is your responsibility. Now keep him clean and safe.” With that, Washu walked back into the house, leaving Ryoko standing on the porch holding on to little Tenchi.


This is only part one. Here’s the summary: Tenchi and Ayeka finally express their feelings for one another and Ayeka becomes pregnant, but she doesn’t let Tenchi know. She runs off to Jurai and told him she was leaving forever. With Ayeka gone and never returning, Tenchi finally gives in to all of Ryoko’s seductions and marries her. Meanwhile, back on Jurai, Ayeka is kidnapped and Sasami escapes with the child. Returning to earth, she places the child in Ryoko’s safe keeping, telling Ryoko that it’s her brother instead of her nephew. Those were the instructions left to Sasami, that if anything had happened to Ayeka, that she’d bring the child to Ryoko because all feared the great space pirate and her ship, Ryo-ohki. Sasami doesn’t know that the child belongs to Tenchi since the child was thought to have been conceived on Jurai. Tenchi insists on leaving with Sasami to help find Ayeka, ordering Ryoko against her will to take care of the child…16 years later, Tenchi’s son looks exactly like Tenchi but with purple hair and Ayeka’s eyes. Ryoko’s not an idiot. I wonder what kind of mess Tenchi would come home to find. 😀


Posted by on October 18, 2014 in Stories


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