Llama-Llama the Llama

“11 or so percent of children in the USA have ADHD” Says the llama, with rather lovely, yet still perplexing pungent passion that only people with particular pasts can possibly ponder publicly for, perhaps, the purpose of prosperity.

Presents and Podcasts and Blades

Yesterday, my birthday, was a fun day. I made a podcast with one of my teachers, went horseback riding, got a metal detector (Yay!), and watched a movie with my mom. And this morning, I am exhausted. I might make a new video with swords today. If so, I will basically be dancing around with a real sword. It looks more impressive than it is. Here are some examples from my Youtube channel, TabbyclawProductions. When I do stuff like this, and cane spinning, I have learned that it looks much more impressive, in my opinion, than it is. For cane spinning, I just spin a cane and hope I don't drop it. For swordsmanship dances, I just dance about while turning my wrist while holding a sword. If I ever want to prove my skill at winging it, though, it's brilliant.

BIRTHDAY!! WOO!!

It's my birthday today! I wonder what today has in store for me!

Political Cartoons... Or Comics?

I have taken inspiration from The New Yorker's one panel political cartoons, and have been making my own. So far I have made, I estimate, more than 200 of them! Each school day I typically make at least 4, and sometimes I even make 12 in one day! When I make these comics, I show them to teachers, and it usually makes them laugh a good, heartfelt laugh, which is one of my favorite sounds. Right up there with cat purring and the "ding!" of hitting someone with a bow from long range in Minecraft pc. So far today I have already met my minimum quota of 4 comics. I want to have a career in my comics, and maybe make some extra money off my recent, and random books. Random stuff, winging it, that sort of thing is what I am great at. In my recent short novel (The Random Oval), most of the comedy comes from my descriptions of the chaotic and spontaneous randomness, ever looming over whatever could be so much as a hint of a plot, and drowning it in a sea of motorcycle nuns, roomba sharks, and who knows what else!

So Much Cool Stuff Now

Yesterday, my rapier (it's a sword, typically long and lightweight, with a swept hilt. Quite elegant. Sort of like a fencing foil), and I made a practice sabre for myself. It has a wooden "blade" which can bend, and a metal hilt and handle. The rapier is stainless steel. Also, I am signed up to participate in a horse show/competition towards the end of June. I am pretty sure I am going to duel one of my school teachers today. No, not a fencing instructor. I graduated from basic training lessons years ago. This teacher's name is Dylan, and he is an assistant teacher, and he is SO gonna lose!! The type of duel is an epee duel, my favorite kind of duel. First person to hit the other person (anywhere) wins. I also hope to play a dodge ball game with Dylan and my friend James, where we have to defend our castle and take down the enemy castle. Also, I finished writing another book, my best one since. The reason my new book is good, is because whenever i try to plan out a video or book, it always ends up just being really cringey. So in my new book, I just made a character, and put him through utter randomness, whatever comes to my spontaneous, ADHD mind. And I use expert detail-writing skills to bring it to life in comedic style. It isn't a very long book. Just about 68 pages, more or less. And my mom ordered a keyboard and mouse for my tablet, so I can play Minecraft better. Even with the annoying touch controls of Minecraft PE, my building skills, and knowledge of the game has remained with me from my PC experience. I am a Minecraft PC veteran. So far I am primarily just building really cool things like boats with working cannons, giant squids, tanks, cool buildings, and big houses. For fellow players of Minecraft, the most valuable type of block in a truly professional build is the stairs block. I learned that in my experience on a steampunk build server. I love Minecraft because I can see all my awesome ideas come to life in front of me, and even explore them and use them! The possibilities are literally endless. So many fun things to do, cool things to await, and stuff like that recently! I now have three swords! The sword I found on my lawn one day, a katana, and now an elegant rapier. I just wish the rapier had a better name.

Very *Yawn* Tired

I am tired. Yesterday I promised Mom that I would come to school on time. So I have. But last night I stayed up too late watching old military training films. Yesterday's horseback riding went well. But getting to bed on time should be easier now that I look forward to it, thanks to my favorite, most cutest, most adorable big, lovey cat Spot who (I don't think I mentioned this yesterday, and if I did, I'm sorry) has started sleeping up by my head, on the pillows on my bed. And while his fur is untidy and has dirt and stuff in it, it is still luxorious, and flowing. He even has a little mane. And Spot needs all the love in the world. Every little bit of love and attention he gets makes him purr with bliss. And even so much as the sound of my voice, or my presence nearby also makes him oh so happy and purry. I love to drift off to sleep listening to his sweet, blissful purr. Purring to me is sort of like my mothers heartbeat in the sense that all my life since the day I was born, I loved the sound of purring, and was comforted by it. On another note, I miss archery class (badum tss?). I would love to use a crossbow. Also, I wanan take a gymnastics class again. Those huge pits of foam, and trampoline floors, are probably some of my favorite things in the world. So fun! So very, very fun!! Well, thats it for now, bye.

Back Maybe

It's been a long time since I last posted here, but on request from my mother, I am posting this post right now. I ended up skipping school yesterday, and came late to school today. I hope I will get back on track coming on time. My best hat, a Stetson fedora, has gotten dirty, and until it is washed, I am wearing a different hat. The main reason I have decided to post now is because I am itchy to type something, and dunno my school work at the moment. I get to go horseback riding later today, as is the same for most Tuesdays. I used to ride a horse named Rebel. He was a good horse. Somewhat of a rebel, as his name infers. But I have been changed to a different horse, named Shahar. Shahar is a bit of a brat, and compared to him, Rebel is as rebellious as a brainwashed monkey. Shahar will sometimes refuse to stop, or go, or turn, or just move without command. Especially with a leader attached. But he isn't always that way. And I suppose that riding Shahar while I learn will help me master horseback riding on other horses of different shapes and sizes and obedience. Shahars name is similar to the name Sarah, which is the name of a character in the Australian tv show A Place to Call Home, which I watch with my mom. We just finished season one (or maybe it was two), and in the last episode, Sarah (a lady that survived the holocast and other war stuff, and is pretty old) used some ninja moves to disarm a crazy descieving evil character of a shotgun, in one of the most intense moments of the show. It was pretty epic. Anyways, my friend Andrew is going to shave his beard, which will make him look very weird, his face baren, like a desert.

Math Meditation?

So, recently the fact that I cannot, for the life of me, stop thinking deep, fortuitous, sometimes superfluous, but always kind of taxing thoughts. And whenever I look at a complicated math problem, to solve it, I often read it over and over again, instantly forgetting each thing as I see it. Then I just stare at it, blankly. Eventually I may find myself solving it. But the point is, when I do that, I stare blankly. Not much of anything in my head. Could I use complex math to rest my mind? But the problem is, when I do stare blankly, my mind isn't fully at rest. It is still trying to solve it. Well, to some extent trying to solve it. I just don't know. What do you all think?

I'm Back?

I might be getting back to writing here more often, now that school has started again. But I don't think many people actually read this stuff. Nobody leaves comments or any other sign/confirmation that people read what I write here. Maybe that can change.

No Posts?

I haven't posted in a while. But that's because I've had a busy summer so far, and now have a youtube channel ( called "TabbyclawProductions" ) you should check it out.

Christianity

Christianity is my topic of discussion in this article. More specifically, why I believe in it. Now, religion is a sensitive topic, so I would just like to say that I am in no way insulting other religions or their believers, or trying to force them to believe in the same god as I. So, for a while I didn't really believe in god. I saw it all as some kind of fantasy, magical story made up by people long ago. That was back before I somehow went from a rude, tyrant of a 6th grader to the philosopher that I am today, and will be until I die (once you think deeply into the void of philosophy, you can't unthink it). I also didn't truly believe in god in all the years before that. And the reason I started to believe in god (the christian one) was because I started to think about how it worked. I, in my mind, tried to prove anything about god incorrect, and despite my knowledge of science, logic, and reality, I couldn't. And you may think that a coincident, but really, that would be one heck of a coincidence. I mean, do you really think somebody millions and millions of years ago could write something like a religion, with a god, that couldn't be proved wrong with later discoveries such as space, astronomy, technology of the modern day, how weather works, etc? Even if that person was some kind of mastermind, how could he or she have possibly predicted all the future discoveries? Well, I say person, but I mean people. Anyways, here is an example. Greek Mythology. And after some studying of the bible, I realized how clever it was. Clever not as in trickery, or false believing-enducing, but clever in the sense of how god, as he is portrayed, would need it. It does not really deny any facts or things, or events, or anything very much. It also didn't claim that anything like water, or weather, for example, worked a certain way, but instead that it could be altered with godly power. And another thing I find interesting. Some people think that a lot of people believe in god solely because of heaven and hell, some people even believe that is why the religion works* (*sorry for lack of better term). And perhaps that is partly true. Think about it- if god wanted us to believe in him, but also wanted us to have a choice, using the promise of heaven or hell like that could be a good way to let people keep their choice, but still help them make the right choice. And now I would like to talk about my theory as to why god created humans, and gave us choice (if you believe in that). My theory is that emotions like care, forgiveness, selflessness, pity, mercy, joy, creativity, and likewise are emotions (and traits) that god has. Superior emotions (and traits). And he has created us because those emotions and traits make him want to. And he gave us those emotions and traits too, to some extents. And I believe that the true scale of those traits and emotions, which god has, are far beyond what humans can experience (until in heaven. Possibly). And I do not believe god knows everything, or has full control over fate and destiny. I do, however, think he can help people with stuff along the lines of luck. And the fact that he can observe everyone with the same love and care, all at once, and process all that- its very humbling. And so, I believe in the christian religion. And it's quite fitting, since both my first and middle names are both christian (Matthew means gift from god, apparently. And Christopher is, well, its obvious why that is fitting). Well, if you read all that, then thanks for listening.

The Meaning of Life Is Simple

You know that really complicated question that nobody can seem to answer? You know, "what is the meaning of life?". Well, let me tell you- if somebody ever tells you that that is an unanswerable question or something, then, well, it's total bull malarkey! It took me a few minutes of thinking to figure out what the meaning of life is, and I shall tell you now. Okay, first I will cover the meaning that applies to all living beings- survival. The meaning of life is simply to survive. Flies are proof of this. They live for only 5 or so days, and all they really do is fly ad survive. The purpose of most living species and things is simply to survive, reproduce, etc. Now, let's look at the meaning of life for humans. The reason the meaning of life for humans is different, is because we have chosen to find purposes beyond survival. And thus, the meaning of life for humans, and other beings like us (to certain degrees), is to survive, and have a purpose, or multiple purposes, in life. And there are many purposes you can have. So whatever purpose you pick, is the purpose that, alongside survival, is the meaning of life for you. For me, personally, the meaning of life is to, through education in topics like philosophy and civics, ensure that the future generations of humanity are responsible, smart, kind, caring, and logical enough to take care of our planet, species, and further development and usage of technology. Ya, it's gunna be a super hard feat to achieve, but I will be able to do it because I see that nobody else is going to, and that I have the talents, experience, and most importantly, determation, to do it.

Bla Bla Editing Bla

Recently editing has taken up loads of my time. Why? Because I am working on a movie, which I will film a lot of over the summer. And guess what- I need to do all the green screen, fx, sound effects, and all other editing that there is to do. In fact, I am going to have to re-film and edit a scene where the main character parachutes out of a helicopter. I used my front lawn for a green screen in that film segment, since it is the only large enough green screen I have. So far, I have created about 22 minutes of video, and it is not nearly as smooth as I would like it to be, but I can't film a lot of the transitions it needs, due to extreme lack of storage space on the filming phones, and soon the laptop. And I do not think I can afford a proper filming computer, let alone camera. And then I still have to worry about actors, and angles, and props, and locations. So far I have spent somewhere around 50-60$ on props, and about 40$ on editing software. I might just take a break from the movie and film something about Project Civethics.

I Love My Tabby Cat

As my cat Tabby is starting to slowly grow weaker and weaker from kidney disease (all our cats seem to get it at some point, sadly), I have started to think about him more. Especially about what he has done for me. He has actually done a lot for me, and even played a big part in shaping who I am now. One of the incredible things he has always been really good at is understanding me, my emotions, thoughts, and even what I am trying to communicate to him (if not each individual word). Whenever I was sad, or feeling some other emotion on the bad side of the emotional scale, he would know instantly, and come, so I could pet him and restore my good mood. If I got hurt, even if no wound was visible, he would would know, and do something along the lines of lick it or rub against it, as if he knew how placebos worked. In fact, he did that a few minutes ago, when I hit my finger with a hammer. And most impressively in his understanding, he seems to understand my disabilities, if not entirely. Back when I was younger, and didn't have any medicine yet (or not have good medicine to help me), I would have tantrums during which I would grab Tabby and not let him go. And he put up with it, even helped me out, and always forgave me once I calmed. He seemed to know it was out of my control. And looking back on it, I know how he understood/understands me so incredibly. Because he has watched me grow up ever since I was born. But how he managed to put up with me, and forgive me for being loud and obnoxious, or too energetic, or not treating him well- I have no idea. But now that I am past those years, I see that Tabby really helped me get through those unintelligent times. And Tabby taught me valuable lessons that later shaped who I am now. He taught me forgiveness, not to always hate, hold grudges/have revenge against, or consider evil anything or anybody that did something I considered to be mean. He taught me that just because somebody doesn't act nicely, it doesn't mean they are bad people. He taught me the golden rule. And, of course, to stand up for the weak and different. And you can see how those lessons have shaped me. I do not know where he learned those lessons himself. Perhaps from my mother, who rescued him when she found him abandoned in a parking lot when he was a kitten. She took him home. And put up with the hardships that came with it, like fixing hind leg that Tabby broke soon after rescue, and other food and medical bills. The stress that mom felt during those hardships must have been obvious to Tabby. After all, one of the best ways to learn is from experience, as I know from, well, experience. Can you think of any incredible animals in your life?

I'm Back

Hello anybody reading this. I'm back Ya. That's about it. No, not really. See, I've been quite busy lately. See, I'm trying to film stuff. Stuff specifically referring to a series I call The Jackson Match Mysteries, which follows a detective who, on episode two, found out that a fridge he arrested was actually a portal to the other dimensions. And he also gets teleportation and time powers, which are semi-controllable and reliable, from his lungs being exposed to radiation in the first dimension he enters (other than his home dimension). It is hard to film, due to horrible editing software, a bad camera man, and the fact that with my editing software, making a short film out of videos is very hard, even when it shouldn't be. But by the end of the summer, I should be great at it. Who knows, maybe I will start breaking the fourth wall.

A Horribly Un-Funny Laughing Matter

I'm going to start by explaining why my problem is a problem, by telling you about a time earlier in my still ongoing childhood. Back when I was training in marshal arts. I was at the young age where you tend to get tickled, and that meant nothing good for me. See, in my family, laughter is rare, and the only laugh we can laugh when we laugh is spontaneous and painful. The spontaneous laughter has a similar effect to grabbing a cat by the scruff of the neck. But in that scenario, the cat has a lot more control, and isn't in pain. So it is more like a taser. When I laugh, I can't stop, and I slump over, trying to keep breathing, unable to get up or move around much, my lungs, ribs, heart, and stomach being painfully battered. Same goes with my mom. Now, luckily for us, we don't laugh at much very often. But tickling, as you can imagine, is the bane of my family, because it forces us to laugh. And back at that training facility, my instructor, nor my mother, knew that I hated being tickled. Why? It is very hard to speak or retaliate in any way while your lungs are destroying themselves. Thankfully, I finally managed to solve that specific problem. But the problem, if not specifically tickling, is back. Because of a funny video I made of my cat. I originally recorded the video to reward my class for doing their work, but before I went to school the next day, I showed the video to my mom, to ask what she thought. Unexpectedly, she started laughing. And in my family, when one person starts laughing, so does everybody else. And that is what happened. Instantly, we were again exposed to our bane. And since then, my mother has played the video a few more times, each time putting the entire family out of order for a good amount of time. And one thing that makes this particularly bad is the fact that my mom has had stomach surgery relatively recently, and this is doing nothing good for her.

Killinton and Dragon's Edge In Use

KillinTon & Dragon's Edge, Duel Wielding Overkill

After spending a few hours at the duct tape forge, I concocted two new weapons. A two-shot shotgun, called Loch-Down, and an overkill hammer, called KillinTon. KillinTon, like Dragon's Edge, is overly large and unreasonably unwieldy. Which puts under that categorization of "OP and Overkill/Insta Kill Video Game Weapons". Here is a gif of me using both in a combat-like scenario. Wait, nevermind, it's being stupid again and not letting me post the gif.

Interesting Observations

I just got back from P.E. In PE we are currently doing track and field. But more specifically, today we did javelin throwing. Not surprisingly, a decent amount of students were messing around, displaying quite the inappropriate and imbecilic behavior. I do not see what about it is so funny to them. But other than that, there was one student who noticed my review of the school, on the school website. Interesting. I do not see why that student was looking at school reviews in the first place. Also, he knew it was me. And my profile picture was taken before I transitioned to my shorter hair and summer hat. And today is hat day. So that might mean that the student must have, out of curiosity, been trying to find out more about me. By listening in on my conversations with teachers and seeing where I go, as well as, perhaps, searching online. Students tend to do that, in this context, instead of simply asking some teachers. For some odd reason they see that as better than the simple and best option. Based on that, I am guessing that they have been listening to different rumors, and actually believes them to some extent. The distance that students put between themselves and obvious answers sometimes is kind of amusing to me. And it would be more amusing if it wasn't one of the things I am trying to eradicate.

Everything Is Connected

Everything in the universe is connected. One man has seen about 500 people in his life, and each of those people have met 500 more, and so on and so forth. Each person uses and has used many different tools and devices, which have been used and made by different people in the past. And those people know other people and use other objects that were made and used by other people. And all these people breathe air. Including astronauts who were in a rocket ship that went to the moon. And they were connected to a rocket ship which connected with the space around earth, and the moon. And the moon is connected to the space around it. And all space is connected, and space connects to everything in the entire universe. I am going to try to teach this to 6th graders, so wish me luck.

Nobody Expects Me In A Hoodie!

Yesterday, I got a haircut, which is a lot better, and very different, from my last haircut. And when talking about my last haircut, I am using the term "haircut" loosely. Very loosely. Anyways, I had an idea. I thought to myself 'tomorrow, I am going to dress entirely differently, take my glasses and gloves off, and see how long I can go before my teachers know it is me!'. And so far, it has worked decently. This morning, I put on a hoodie, because nobody expects to see me in a hoodie. Then I walked down the hallway, blending in remarkably well. Then I got to The Room and sat down. Luckily, nobody was there except for one of my students. I set up my laptop at my desk, took my hood off, and set down at one of the student desks. After waiting for a while, I heard one of The Room's teachers outside. I rested my face on my arms, which were on the table, and he walked in. I think he gave me a sideways glance, but he didn't say anything. Then, about five minutes later, he asked who I was. So I stood up straight, quickly putting my glasses and gloves on, and said "Undercover agent Matthew. C, reporting for duty! I was wondering how long it would take you." and he told me he thought I was a new student, and that I was asleep, and he didn't want to wake me yet. Anyways, a few seconds later, a substitute teacher walked in. The last time she had seen me, I was wearing a trench coat, fedora, and my previous hair"cut". And the funny thing is, she instantly knew it was me. Perhaps it was because I had my gloves and glasses on. But still. It was quite unexpected.

Darnit!! Off Campus?!

So right after PE, I checked in with my team, and I was told that the principle would see me at around 1:00. So I was told to go to class and wait until one of them came in and let me know that the principle was ready. So I sat in class, preparing my meeting, until 1:30. Nobody had come, and if I didn't go then, I would probably only have about 20 minutes to speak with her, since 2:00 is when I teach the 6th grade Civethics class. So I walk down the hallway and run into the teacher who was going to let me know when the principle was ready. Apparently, the principle was expecting me, but he couldn't tell me because he was needed at a math class. So I went to the office to speak to the principle. And apparently, she was off campus. So I waited 24 minutes, and then came back to my office, and then I started to write this. And that is the very disappointing and quite frustrating story of a missed meeting. Now in five minutes I have to teach my class, and because I had planned on the principle observing how a Civethics class went, I am probably going to just take them outside, let them vote on a game, and then let them play that game. I will let them enjoy their Friday. Welp, it's 2:00 now. I guess I am just going to wait for the rest of my class to show up.

A Cake And A Plan

I am going to need a cake and a plan by tomorrow. See, tomorrow is Friday, and I promised to bring cake for the teachers on Friday. Friday is also the day when I have my meeting with the vice principle about Project Civethics. So tonight, I am going to enter the Contemplanetarium, turn on the blue light, and think, plan, and contemplate what exactly I will talk about. The Contemplanetarium is the name I came up with for the room I am working on. Speaking of which, it's paint job is not coming along very well. I need to stop at the bakery and the paint store later today.

Half Work And Half Play Makes For An Efficient Day

Each day of my life is usually divided into two halves. The first half of the day is almost entirely business/schoolwork, with a little bit of free time. The second half of my day is almost entirely free time, with a little bit of work. It is very efficient. And it is proof that, at the end of the day, I am still just a kid. Specifically at the end of the day. On weekends, it is often reversed, or more mixed.

Great Song, Poetry, And Business

Faidherbe Square is the name of a song by ProleteR that I really love. It is perfect background music to anything and everything including games and other activities, and just thinking. It is the kind of song that can't get boring, and that you can't seem to remember the rhythm to. I will have it on for hours on end, everyday, and neither get bored of it nor remember it. I love songs like this. You should definitely go check it out. Also, here is a bit of poetry I did. "In sleep, you view the world through closed eyes, and see more than you did before. You lend your mind your memories and let is show you things you missed, if nonexistent, and let you see other sides and possibilities. When you view the world through closed eyes, you learn more not just about the world, but yourself, as you look deep within yourself and see parts of you that even you didn't know were there.", by Matthew. C. Like it? Anyways, I am sorry I haven't been blogging much recently. I have been quite busy. I need to keep working on Project Civethics (which will soon have a website), add more and more to my Tigerian Lore & Chronicles, and spend lots of time reading, writing, and thinking about life. And there you have it. Oh, and my posts may get even less frequent soon. See, I need to create a curriculum for it. And I need to talk to the principle about it. And while it is a bit sad that I won't get to blog as much, just know that it is because I am working hard to make a difference. And remember to check my blog occasionally for new posts.

More Photos & Principle Meeting

So far, Project Civethics is coming along quite well. There have been a few minor setbacks, but that is to be expected when a student tries changing the curriculum/leading a team, if small, of teachers. And the principle did get my message. But the principle I sent it to wasn't the principle I was suppose to contact for this kind of thing. Anyways, one of the other principles saw the note and is going to be meeting with me next week. So, I'm definitely looking forwards to it. Anyways, I have collected some good cat photos recently, so here they are.

This reminds me of a time when I was at a birthday party, and the birthday boy smashed his head into the cake. I wonder why! What a waste of cake. But that is just my opinion.

I got this shot as he was halfway through meowing, but it is hard to tell because the camera is looking down on him.

Determination in his eyes.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

Great timing, right!

"Oh no you didn't! Oh, I bet you think your sooo cool, don't you!"

What a thirsty cat.

Wait a minute... since when did Spot have a shotgun?!

Bliss Spreads

I apologize if I have already posted about this to some extent, but I feel like talking about this. One of the things I always look forwards to at the end of each day is returning home, and being greeted by my cats, and my mother, if she is home. The second I open my front door, Tabby will get up from his pillow and greet me excitedly. And Spot, if he doesn't greet me with Tabby, is usually resting in the laundry room. So as I go to hang up my coat and hat, I stop by the place he is napping, and once I get within a few feet of him, whether he is awake or asleep, he will stat purring blissfully. He does that whenever I am near him. And when he shows that enjoyment of my presence, it really makes me smile with glee. How could it not? The fact that Spot, let alone any creature that values territory as much as a cat, can find bliss and happiness from my merely being near him. It shows that Spot looks at me as family. And it shows that he puts family above. And seeing that cute, innocent cat, that doesn't understand anything I do or say, purr blissfully at my presence, and follow me around on short adventures, just really makes me happy. Man, I think I said the same sentence 10 times in different ways. Oh well.

Before & After

So, I have done some more decorating of my thinking room, adding things like a sword display, cleaning off and organizing surfaces, and turning my bed into a comfy couch. So, before bed, I will click off the overhead light, turn on the eerie blue light, play some jazz music, and just sit there, on my lounge couch-bed, and think for an hour or two. It relieves tons of stress, fills you with peace and calm, and, after a few minutes, you start to think, and plan. I think it is very healthy and useful to have your office and bedroom in a room made for thinking. Heck, it's healthy and useful just to have a room that exists for thought. But really, try it some time. Me and both of my cats recommend it. 

Before: Sword Display

After: Sword Display

Before: Hat Wall

Almost Done: Hat Wall

After: Hat Wall

Before: Lounge Bed-Couch

After: Lounge Bed-Couch

Hard at work!

Before: Artifact Storage

After: Artifact Storage

My trusty companion!

Thinking mode enabled!

Psychologically Interchangeable Home Improvement

Recently I have been thinking about the psychological effects the colors red and blue on us, and I have been buying red and blue tinted light bulbs. And soon I will be uncovering hidden power outlets, lamps, and surfaces. Any guesses as to what I am doing? Well your wrong! I am going to be egging my house with light bulbs!! Not really. I am going to redesign my room/office into a room I have been wanting for quite a while. A room with the soul purpose of thinking and exercising my mind. An entirely blue room with a arctic blue light, a soft blue rug, a blue couch, a blue desk, and an office chair. And there I will sit for hours, thinking and planning, and exercising my mind. There will also be a red tinted lamp I can turn on if I would like to fill the sky blue room with a soft, sunset of variants of red. And my room hasn't been cleaned or organized since I was 6, so I have a lot of work to do. I guess I will just have to turn on the electro swing, crank up the volume to a loud, but not unhealthy extent, and get that work done in a blaze of psychologically enhanced efficiency. I will have to make myself a list of specific steps. Wish me luck, I guess.

MmmmMMMMMMmmm My Favorite Meal!

My favorite meal is not a long line of "m"s varying in capitalization, for those you who thought it was. I know some people go on some crazy diets, but I'm not one of them. Anyways, getting to the point, in a half an hour or so I am going to have a lot of mushroom steak, which Australian chefs tend to make very well (I know from experience). If you didn't figure it out yet, my favorite food is, by far, mushroom. And my mom got a huge mushroom. I mean HUGE. It is about a quarter of the size of my head. Or one third. And that mushroom, as well as the steak, are being cooked right now. I can smell it from here, and it is one heck of a wonderful smell. Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man! It's food like this that really tires my patience. It's like you seen in cartoons, where you see the smell wafting from the kitchen, and passing by a character, who acts like a cat that just noticed catnip. Now, if I get bacon for breakfast, then that would just add to the greatness of this dinner.

Project Civethics Launched?

Today I am teaching the first Ethics and Life Control classes of this experiment. I have already taught the Ethics lesson to the 7th grade class, and later I am going to be giving the Life Control lesson to the 6th graders. Some other things I plan to do today is speak to the school psychologist about the project. She could be a very useful member of the project. Sorry about how short this post is, and wish me luck.

Further Thought: Is It Really Possible?

I thought about Civethics further, and I wonder, even if I did prove that it can work, and is needed, and get the public, parents, and teachers on my side, as well as have an active and sufficient fund raiser, would I really be able to make it official? I feel that the school district wouldn't make such a big change to schools in the district, even if everyone wanted it and it was clearly working and for the better. If you have any ideas as to how I can manage to make Civethics possible, let me know.

Civethics Could Happen

I have figured out the education that our future generations need, and aren't getting. A class that has ethics, civics, life control, and tech use. Tech Use teaches students about how if we do not use our technology wisely, our smartphones start damaging our brainpower and eyesight, and can get us addicted to a dumb game, and how bad that is. With that education, they will know how to efficiently and carefully use the technological tools they have, and not devolve in the process. Civics teaches them politics. Ethics teaches them about discrimination, greed, corruption, and other things of that sort, and how not to end up doing them. Life Control teaches them how to avoid the traps set by big companies and restaurants, like addiction to fast food, debt, et cetera. It also teaches them how to see and react properly to suspicious activity. Now, you may be wondering, how the heck am I going to add an entire new or two to schools, let alone one school. Well, I have a plan, and so far, all my plans of these sort have worked. What can I say, I'm lucky, and good at planning. I am working with three teachers, who are assigned to and in control of one classroom and what it teaches, to redesign what is taught there into Civethics, with an official schedule and everything. Now, that is just one, not really official class. But it doesn't need to be an official class yet. I am contacting the principle, and will talk to him about this. And while he may not be able to make it official, he can let me send out a poll to the parents and teachers asking whether or not they want a Civethics class. The principle can also get the school district to watch the experimental Civethics class and see how well it can be executed. Which is perfect. And if I need to convince people, oh boy I can! I remember one of my neighbors talking with my mom about one of her patient's children, who hung himself in middle school. The reason he hung himself was because of one of those dumb challenges kids make others do before those kids can be their "friend", or "cool". The challenge was to escape a noose before dying. And why did the kid do it? Because he was never educated against it. And this isn't as rare as you may think. If those kids were taught ethics, and life control, like Civethics teaches, they would have never done that. A kid's life would be spared, and a mother would not have to grieve. And look at the state of politics nowadays! Trump is winning the election! But if the people who voted for him had been taught Civics in school, they would not have voted for him. They would see what would happen if Trump became president, and they would research him. If Trump is elected, America will probably go to war, all thanks to the fact that Civics was not taught anymore. And all around you, many people, adults and kids, are being sucked into the addiction of fast food, and becoming dumber because of dumb and addicting games on their phone. Because they were never taught Life Control and Tech Use. And people are putting money over others lives!! See what I mean? Is that convincing to you? Please comment what you think about this. I would appreciate all and any feedback.

Why We Have Pets

I think the reason so many of us have pets is because animals like cats and dogs are a lot more innocent than any human can be, and because of loyalty and company. Plus, animals are not very judgmental. And while humans can be loyal and loving, humans are never entirely innocent, and are often quite judgmental. Somebody could talk to a cat about something they need to get off their mind, and that cat would listen, and never judge or interrupt that person. And they are easy to take care of. Sometimes, we get a pet to feel safe, like a German Shepard. Also, when a cat or dog stretches out blissfully to nap, that bliss, not weakened by the burdens of a human's life, radiates off the animal and into our hearts. I hope you enjoyed this short post.

Working With Groups

Pretty soon I might be working with different non-profit groups about discrimination. I believe that students should be taught proper ethics at school, and until I can change the educational system itself, I can teach classes myself. And it feels satisfying to me, to contact companies and groups about my cause and actually getting to talk to them about it. It proves that just because I am a student, doesn't mean I can't teach classes, work with adults about educational software, and actually make a difference. Now, you may be thinking. How can I go from school to school teaching when I have to go to school myself. Simple. I can skip a good amount of class(es) if I have a good enough reason, and going from school to school teaching not only does a lot of the stuff you are supposed to be taught on a smaller scale in school at some point, but surely skipping a class to teach a class ethics they need to know is acceptable.

Bliss

I got some really got cat photos recently, including perfectly timed yawns! My camera has a delay, and needs time to focus, so the photos of my cat's yawning are photos I am proud of. Anyways, here are some of the most blissful photos I took recently, because the blissfulness of cats seems to radiate off them and into us.

Poetry And Photos

I have been taking photos, editing them, and writing poetry, then combining them into cool posters recently. You have already seen one. So I will show you three more. One of which uses Catography. I hope you enjoy, and if you can't read it, zoom in, or wait for me to post the poems themselves.

Poor Morrie

So, good morning readers. I was just thinking about Morrie. Every night, for hours and hours on end, he just sits on our porch, staring up at our door and praying it would open. Which is weird. His owners live right across the street from me, and if he can out, surely he can get back in. So why doesn't he? Hmm. Maybe his owners put him on a diet of food he hates, and that would explain why he begs for food. But why would he deny the hospitality provided by his owners? Maybe he doesn't like toddlers. Not in the sense that cats hate young children, for all you who think that. Cats who live in families with toddlers need to put up with how the young kids treat them. Perhaps that is why. But then, surely all toddlers are asleep by midnight, at least. But seriously, that poor little cat sits there hours past 12:00AM. Here you can see him begging. Man, I might have to put a cushion out there for him at night if he keeps this up. Poor Morrie.

Educating About Discrimination Beyond School & Blog- Youtube Comments

I have noticed that some popular youtubers are playing a game that gives you one question at a time, and each question has two answers. It is a would you rather game. And when you choose, it shows you what the majority of other people chose. It presents very interesting options, and that leads to very interesting comments and conversations in the comment section. I have seen people discuss the history of WW2, time travel science, and star wars characters. In one episode, one of the two youtubers was presented with "punch jar jar binks or talk to yoda".  And that meant that loads of people in the comments talked excitedly about how they would kill jar jar because of how annoying the character was. And the fact that the mere mention of a jar jar can show just how many people discriminate is saddening, but also presents a perfect opurtunity for me to educate them. I wrote up a comment explaining what discrimination is, and why it is bad, and how what they are doing is bad, so they can see the whole picture. Maybe even get them thinking. I sign that comment with "Sincerely, Matthew, Blogger and Semi-Teacher", copy it, and paste it as a reply to all of those comments I see.

The Wax! It Burns!

Ack! There is still wax on my lips! Okay, this is a long story, so let's start at the begging. Yesterday afternoon, I was doing a lot of woodworking, until I had to eat dinner and head to bed. But I think some wood dust got on my lips, including wood burn by the drill, and they were getting very dehydrated very quickly. So I got up after a half an hour of sleeplessness and stumbled my way to the cupboard. I found something that looked like chap stick, or lip protectant, and put it on. It was what it was labeled, but not what I was looking for. It was very waxy, and felt like it was burning my skin. It was also keeping the wood dust and bits pressing into my lips, instead of the opposite, so I had to get out of bed, grab a flashlight, and search the entire house, every drawer and storage unit, every backpack, fanny-pack, and purse, and about 2 hours later, I found the right chap stick. Then I had to spend another 30 minutes washing my mouth out with washcloths and soap, and then I applied the proper lip balm and, in another 30 minutes, finally fell asleep. So here I am, in the morning, kind of grumpy. A combination of six hours of sleep, wax still remaining on my lips, and this class being so darn loud makes for a not-too-happy me. At least yesterday was a good day.