"It is a Truth universally acknowledge that a zombie in posses ion of brains must be in want of more brains." So begins the unfolding story of Miss Elizabeth Bennett's struggles.
My dear brother ( http://noneuclideanblog.blogspot.com/ ) introduced me to this most fascinating story. A story of love, killing passion, and zombie horror. Yes. It is Pride and Prejudice. Or rather a twisted version.
Seth Grahame-Smith took the original Pride & Prejudice and made into something worth reading (no offense to P&P fans). This author took Jane Austin's most popular novel and interwove a story of the zombie, or "the unmentionables", uprising. Elizabeth is a natural born unmentionable slayer. Trained in China concerning the deadly arts she is a daunting threat to the zombie world. But how can she concentrate on her one passion to obliterate the living-dead when the irresistible, yet proud Mr. Darcy shows up?! Lizzy is drawn to him in ways she doesn't understand. Perhaps it is because of his outrageous good looks, maybe his debatable wit that is so like her own, or possibly the attraction could lie in the story of how he slayed more than a thousand unmentionables. Hmm...?
I read the first three chapters, all very entertaining, and i would very much like to finish it someday.
Anyways, thank you Nathan!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Scarred
Words scar. That's a fact that nothing can ever disclaim. I've been scarred. Everyone has. But then why don't we learn from it? When you're cut why do you immediately think of what to say in return so that that person is worse off than you?
Today, I was scarred and no matter what compliment I'm given, no matter the extent of regret that is shown, I'll always be. My response to these person and later person(s) was to think of whatever dirt I had on them and to throw it in their face.
And I almost did. I verbally fought back but then literally bit my tongue. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to deal with the burden at the end of the day. The burden that stays with you when you fall asleep and the same one that sticks to your heart like peanut butter sticks to your ribs. ( :-) Hmm... I think I'm being a little too dramatic...) I'm a very young person but I realized to today, I'm very bitter. Bitterness is something that I don't have control over. I've gone to bed too many times feeling VERY angry. The Bible warns against this in Ephesians 4:26.
And yet, I've never taken to heart this verse until now. I've let the sun go down on my anger so many times. Feeling like I'M the victim when in reality I'm the who victimizes. That takes a tole on your spiritually life. I've never realized fully (and perhaps never will) the hold that anger and bitterness has on your mental, physical, and the most important, spiritual health.
I'm wondering as I write this, shaking my head, why has it taken me so long?? I've known this all BEFORE I accepted Christ but it's taken me 3 years to get slapped in the face and to see that I need to control (and ask God to help me control) my anger. It hurts you too much to let it grow and infest you.
I know this isn't the end of me fighting inside but at least now I have a little bit of a clearer perspective.
I'm not going to preview this and fix my mistakes so don't be too hard on me when you're reading this. :)
Today, I was scarred and no matter what compliment I'm given, no matter the extent of regret that is shown, I'll always be. My response to these person and later person(s) was to think of whatever dirt I had on them and to throw it in their face.
And I almost did. I verbally fought back but then literally bit my tongue. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to deal with the burden at the end of the day. The burden that stays with you when you fall asleep and the same one that sticks to your heart like peanut butter sticks to your ribs. ( :-) Hmm... I think I'm being a little too dramatic...) I'm a very young person but I realized to today, I'm very bitter. Bitterness is something that I don't have control over. I've gone to bed too many times feeling VERY angry. The Bible warns against this in Ephesians 4:26.
And yet, I've never taken to heart this verse until now. I've let the sun go down on my anger so many times. Feeling like I'M the victim when in reality I'm the who victimizes. That takes a tole on your spiritually life. I've never realized fully (and perhaps never will) the hold that anger and bitterness has on your mental, physical, and the most important, spiritual health.
I'm wondering as I write this, shaking my head, why has it taken me so long?? I've known this all BEFORE I accepted Christ but it's taken me 3 years to get slapped in the face and to see that I need to control (and ask God to help me control) my anger. It hurts you too much to let it grow and infest you.
I know this isn't the end of me fighting inside but at least now I have a little bit of a clearer perspective.
I'm not going to preview this and fix my mistakes so don't be too hard on me when you're reading this. :)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Don't I have a heart?
"The Heart is decietful above all things and desperately wicked..." Jer. 17:9. When you hear this verse you automatically know what "The Heart" is. Ever wonder why? Well, I do. What exactly IS "The Heart"? Your influencing emotions? Inner thoughts?
It's weird how I could go so long knowing and yet not knowing what the Heart was/is (still not knowing actually).
Your Heart is obviously trying to get you as far from Heaven's gates as possible. But why? WHAT is it? When you accepted Christ (if you have) did you know what "The Heart" was?
Do you now? If so would you somehow let me know? I'd really like to get this clearly printed out in my mind.
Oh yes, an honorable mention to John S. :)
It's weird how I could go so long knowing and yet not knowing what the Heart was/is (still not knowing actually).
Your Heart is obviously trying to get you as far from Heaven's gates as possible. But why? WHAT is it? When you accepted Christ (if you have) did you know what "The Heart" was?
Do you now? If so would you somehow let me know? I'd really like to get this clearly printed out in my mind.
Oh yes, an honorable mention to John S. :)
Monday, May 18, 2009
I don't believe in "love"
Personally I do not believe "love". Well, maybe I should clarify that. I believe in certain types of Love. Such as the Love Christ Jesus has for us. (That is something I'm still trying to figure out though!!)
But, honestly, think about it. Anyone ever watch James Bond? What happens when 007 meets his lady? They are cold and civil. But when he rescues her and protects her then what happens? They "fall in love".
Well, this is my sad little theory: It's all in their heads. Bond gets rid of the bad guys that try to kill his fellow agent. While he "gets rid of them" she is experiencing high adrenaline rushes from the danger she is in, correct? I would like to know what her brain is doing. It seems to me (this is all in theory) that her cranium is filing away James next to 'excited emotion'. Therefore associating him with all that feels good to her.
He in turn feels pity and sadness for her when she is obviously in shock at the scene she just witnessed. Thus giving him a sense of responsibility for her well being. Wanting to protect her and keep her safe.
And eventually it leads up to what? "Love".
You see this in a lot of movies and it rather disturbs me. Up until this year my picture of love was all romantic and romantic (different definitions there). Now I'm wondering what love really is. Like I said earlier: I don't believe in "love". Maybe I'm making up my mind too early. Maybe not.
For now though, I'm going to stick to an eternal pure love that makes my brain hurt trying to imagine.
Thanks for reading my unrelated stream of thoughts. :)
But, honestly, think about it. Anyone ever watch James Bond? What happens when 007 meets his lady? They are cold and civil. But when he rescues her and protects her then what happens? They "fall in love".
Well, this is my sad little theory: It's all in their heads. Bond gets rid of the bad guys that try to kill his fellow agent. While he "gets rid of them" she is experiencing high adrenaline rushes from the danger she is in, correct? I would like to know what her brain is doing. It seems to me (this is all in theory) that her cranium is filing away James next to 'excited emotion'. Therefore associating him with all that feels good to her.
He in turn feels pity and sadness for her when she is obviously in shock at the scene she just witnessed. Thus giving him a sense of responsibility for her well being. Wanting to protect her and keep her safe.
And eventually it leads up to what? "Love".
You see this in a lot of movies and it rather disturbs me. Up until this year my picture of love was all romantic and romantic (different definitions there). Now I'm wondering what love really is. Like I said earlier: I don't believe in "love". Maybe I'm making up my mind too early. Maybe not.
For now though, I'm going to stick to an eternal pure love that makes my brain hurt trying to imagine.
Thanks for reading my unrelated stream of thoughts. :)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Pilot
So here I am. After thinking it over for about 2 weeks I've decided to throw my useless words into cyberworld.
You might be wondering what is with the name? (But chances are you're probably not) I'm actually not completely sure myself. I was sitting here pondering and pondering about what to name my blog and I thought about brains. :)
Lately I've been thinking about my future. Wondering what if I set into life with an attitude of "whatever"? What would be like if I spent life complying to people; doing and saying whatever they wanted so that I wouldn't upset them. After all if I give my "opinions" too freely then I'll get into quite a few debates and I'm sure that'll make me have fewer friends. Pain. Wouldn't want that would I?? But basically, what if I lived my life without my brain?
First that's a waste of the life God created. I highly doubt God wants me to fade into the back round and just step in step out without giving back with what He's given me.
Second: I don't want to live like that. I have a paper route and that brings me to talk with all different kinds of people. All of whom seem to not know what to do with their lives (however far along in the process it is). I've met guys and girls my age and after talking with them for just a little bit I'm shocked at what I see. Their opinions are not their own. They don't want to be different if it makes them less cool and a little more "weird". They don't want the brain (a mind of their own) if it comes with the pain.
Well, I happen to like my brain. I love having my own original thoughts. Maybe I do get carried away when I feel strongly about somethings. But at least I know where I stand and at least I got there without the crowd.
Through all this meaningless ramble I just want to say that this blog is not meant to make sense. I'm not TRYING to get any points across since communication isn't a strong point. :)
You might be wondering what is with the name? (But chances are you're probably not) I'm actually not completely sure myself. I was sitting here pondering and pondering about what to name my blog and I thought about brains. :)
Lately I've been thinking about my future. Wondering what if I set into life with an attitude of "whatever"? What would be like if I spent life complying to people; doing and saying whatever they wanted so that I wouldn't upset them. After all if I give my "opinions" too freely then I'll get into quite a few debates and I'm sure that'll make me have fewer friends. Pain. Wouldn't want that would I?? But basically, what if I lived my life without my brain?
First that's a waste of the life God created. I highly doubt God wants me to fade into the back round and just step in step out without giving back with what He's given me.
Second: I don't want to live like that. I have a paper route and that brings me to talk with all different kinds of people. All of whom seem to not know what to do with their lives (however far along in the process it is). I've met guys and girls my age and after talking with them for just a little bit I'm shocked at what I see. Their opinions are not their own. They don't want to be different if it makes them less cool and a little more "weird". They don't want the brain (a mind of their own) if it comes with the pain.
Well, I happen to like my brain. I love having my own original thoughts. Maybe I do get carried away when I feel strongly about somethings. But at least I know where I stand and at least I got there without the crowd.
Through all this meaningless ramble I just want to say that this blog is not meant to make sense. I'm not TRYING to get any points across since communication isn't a strong point. :)
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