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.