Epidermal Thermal

Layered like the delicious smell of lasagna; the earth’s crust to core; a cheese-like shield. Porous, rough, callous. A virtuous gift; the gods cloaked me in warmth. Protection from the fiery luminous – crisping bacon. Hot stove making my nerves shout in fear. Briar brush thorn trickling blood. Soft brush against – cat fur or comforter. Lying in bed, resting my head. Bones relax, breathe without tax. Blood flows underneath like a complex subway system. Many winters of chattering teeth as giants clear the snowy avenues of chilly snowball dream.

Writing 201: Day 3 – Skin, Prose, Internal Rhyme

The Thread of Music

Music from any age never dies, but only gets better. There is a thread stretching all the way from the age of Beethoven to the age of Adam Lambert and other modern pop stars, and it will never be broken, only singed, burnt, drenched and changed colors with the passing of time.

When I was spending my early childhood in the 90s, the 70s and 80s were not far behind and were still considered “fresh” and a part of contemporary, mainstream radio. They are the songs that would often hit the air waves and shaped my overall perception of music. They are why I have a liking for music from different eras and can appreciate the different cultural trends. The era of animal named bands, disco and the silky pants, the rise of electric rock, the big hair of the 80s, and the boy bands. Radio stations played more Beatles hits during my early childhood than any other time, since the Fab Four’s era was less than 30 years gone and adults still could fondly remember the “good ole days”. The last time I heard “Judy in the Sky”, a song with hidden meanings and probably a nod to “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”, on the radio was when I was about six and I haven’t heard it on the radio since, only through a curious search on YouTube.

As we have gotten deeper into the 21st century, older music has moved over in favor of newer hits from younger artists. The early 2000s seem so far away now, mainly because I’m way past a kid now and am continually adapting to the changing sounds and trends. A lot of it has to do with the way listening to music has evolved, from cassette tapes to CDs to iPods, and now to Pandora and Spotify. I remember when the NOW! series was at number 5 in 2000 and rocking out to “Kryptonite”; now it’s past 54 and I don’t really seem to care anymore, but the concept is still strong with many.

I was born at the beginning of the 90s, so of course I got a taste of the music my parents used to listen to, until my generation, the millennials, started to develop and break off from the pack, throwing out a few rules laid out before them. I appreciate music from all genres and eras, because they give me a peek into what the culture was during those times.

Back in the first house I remember as a child, my mom used to have an 8-track player/record combo lying on the kitchen counter. The technology of 8-track tapes had gone out of style by the mid 90s where I was at but mom still had a whole collection of them and would play them in the afternoons or evenings. I remember for a short while my mom playing the song “Secret” by Madonna on the old 8-track while holding my then only baby sister and dancing and singing to her.

MC Hammer, Nirvana, Sir-Mix-A-Lot, Whitney Houston. Those are a couple of names that kicked off the decade that saw the rise of the Internet and personal computing. Pretty mild songs for the most part, some a little rebellious, many packed full of soul and R&B.

Then the late 90s came, the time that I like to call “my awakening” as well as the segway to the new millennium, artists like Britney Spears, N*Sync, The Backstreet Boys, and Smash Mouth carving out the image of my true childhood that I remember the most. The time between me being a kid and listening to long gone songs such as “Every Morning” from Sugar Ray and then getting into the modern days of Rihanna and Taylor Swift seemed to last a long time.

If I could and had the time to do so, I would lay out my entire life in the form of a soundtrack. It would be interesting to see the changes in the world’s and my musical taste. I like to think the music I grew up on in the nifty ninties could only be described as a blend of the 70s and 80s before it driven by a rebellious culture shifting teen generation, while music today really has no identity – it is a product of all music that artists have created and nurtured since the earliest methods of recording music were invented.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Papa Loves Mambo.”

What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?

Future Giftwrapping


Cheerful time for the kids – soaking up the season
Hectic time for the parents – hoping to get the gift to please them
Raiding the shelves like angry bears, barely enough can stay
Interesting commotion for the malls, the charity ringers, the bells they play
Saint Nick comes around only once in his celebrated red and white
Then disappears to the backs of minds until the next 25 days to silent night
Making time for family is the meaning of the season
Above all the gifts I’ve received – video games, clothes, food, money
Sharing the moment with the loved ones just has to be the best reason

Writing 201: Day 2 – Gift, Acrostic, Simile

Motivational Window


Window’s raining rays
All the words trapped in my mind
Passed down in pixels
A fresh place to write and muse
New angles to move forward

Writing 201 – Screen, Alliteration, Haiku or Tanka

Another go at Writing 201: Poetry? You bet. I last did this in February and could use some brushing up on my poetry skills and meet some new bloggers.

That is a picture of a Wendy’s I blogged from earlier this year. Having a new place to read and write and see a different environment has a way of adding something new to my writing. Of course, I couldn’t write at all sitting at a table there, because it wasn’t my comfort spot, which is at home or in a quiet spot with low lighting.

Reveal Yourself

 photo mirror_zpsaxrecrdk.jpg

This blog started off in one of the weirdest ways and without that I probably wouldn’t even be blogging right now. That was the last thing on my mind at 21 years old, living and breathing the dream of becoming great on YouTube, but somehow I was led here and am still here today – unimaginable but it’s true.

It began after I had created a new YouTube channel in 2012 called MACBOFISBILtv, slated to be a vlog type kind of channel featuring events from my life (so exciting…), along with other videos on gaming, tech, music, news, and more. The original words that I chose to create that clever acronym that is now the address everyone sees in the omnibox were: My Awesome Crazy Brilliant Outrageous Fantastic Incredible Super But Irrelevant Life. Of course those words have changed now because I have changed, choosing words that better reflect me as well as what this blog is about.

I thought it was kind of cool and interesting, even if it was a mouthful and didn’t really describe my life, and it gave me hope that I could finally make something successful. But I never really got going on doing any on that channel (one video to date), and eventually gave up on the idea.

Now, I when I started this blog in 2013, exhausted from making videos that turned out so bad and wanting a new outlet, I had no idea how a blog was supposed to look or what I was even going to write about, but I just started writing, mostly about whatever was on my mind. I did not do the Daily Prompt from the beginning because I didn’t know it existed. I didn’t even know a whole community of other bloggers existed until I found and followed a random photoblogger one day (or night, I don’t remember) and was blown away by their superb quality of pictures and writing, immediately making me look at my own self and realize just how far I was off. I’m not that far off now, liking to say I have arrived in a cozy area where I can express myself more confidently, but I would never say I am the best at anything, just because there are more superior bloggers that have thousands of readers everyday while I get 20 or 30 at most. That’s great for me, a budding writer who doesn’t have anything to prove, but if I could someday reach a new plateau, a new inspiration, I would be even more confident in making this daily ritual of mine a lifelong career – an implausible goal as of now.

This theme I have had for almost a year, Sorbet, is one that I will likely have for a long time, since it is so clean and simple and allows for pictures to get their proper attention, as well as the writing having centerstage.

Whatever secondary name I give to my blog, it has really brought a side of me that I always was vague and undeveloped: my writing. This is my journey, the world through my eyes, the story of my life, laying down my thoughts in the form of bricks, forming a grand structure one piece at a time. Looking back at me now, this blog is a mirror of what I have accomplished so far, of what I have done. It is my past, present, and future.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall.”

Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself?

A Little Comic Relief


Cats are the subjects of much humor on the Internet. All those funny memes with whimsical captions of irregular grammar have become a pop cultural staple. Now a cat named Grumpy has her own company that produces films, TV shows, comic books, posters, clothing, and more. I know because there is currently a poster on my wall of the famous feline, something I’m not ashamed to admit.

I enjoy perusing Google images for memes of cats and other funny junk just for a good laugh and to find relief from some of the more tragic moments in the news, such as the Oregon Community College shooting that once again put a damper on the safety of the American educational system. Why is something like that still happening in 2015? Haven’t schools learned or is it finally time to start having extra extra security such as having hired gunman at all the entrances during school hours?

A moment like that clearly demands deep respect and during the day it happened, the nation all came together and mourned. A few days later and now it’s okay to laugh again but the images of that day are still in my mind and I’m quietly remembering the 13, including the gunmen, who all died and will forever be rooted in history.

I know when it’s appropriate and not appropriate to laugh at something. During tragic events, I feel that immersing myself in something humorous would only be disrespectful to the current situation. Seriousness is a trait I am glad I possess and can put on at the right moments. Most times, I am just an easy going person and laugh like any normal person would.

Humor has always been the best medicine
The place where I can go and forget about the hate
And just go and find some relief, something that can relate
Our good friend YouTube is the best place to go
To see our favorite icons putting on a funny show
They pull you out of your zone, make you feel happy
Just for one moment your life is fine, your lips are chappy
A viral video hit, a comical gamer
A waffle falling down, a shocking squirrel tater

Cat memes and monkeys
Fumbles and mishaps
Pie-face and ice buckets
Dumb sayings and slap-backs

But outside of that, the saddening news we see
The deep dark stories that we rave
The ones that pull on heartstrings
Refocusing the mind of me
It’s these type of stories
That don’t call for humor
Because they are so sensitive
Were struck out of the broken bloomer
And it would be really insensitive
To find anything funny in them
It’s best to know when to make a joke
Then spare the humility
Of being the lone bloke

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Soon?.”

Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?

The Flangiprop Effect


The flangiprop, a portmanteau of the two words flange (informal spelling of phalange for finger) and prop, anything used to supplement a play or show or hold something up, is the world’s most commonly used and obsessed about object.

There is nearly no one these days without a mobile device. It is why the word ‘selfie’ has found a niche place among the photographic realm and why Instagram exists. Why there are so many narcissists these days, mainly among the 18-20 something crowd. Why searching the Internet is no longer a complicated process but is literally at your fingertips.

Having a flangiprop in your hand is liking wielding a sword or gun. It is an extension of you and gives you great power. Without it, you feel vulnerable and cut off from the world.

A flangiprop for televisions was invented because people were too lazy to get up and change the channel or adjust the volume. Why get up from the couch when you can just use a remote to control nearly everything? Take a look at the pre-flangiprop TV days and now and you will see the difference between the healthy and fit and the obese.

My first flangiprop in the phone sense was a Marble flip phone from Virgin Mobile. The best thing about it was the game “Brick Break”, which I played nightly. This is where I learned how to text. The screen got busted one day though when the phone was in my back pocket and I accidentally sat on it while sitting down at lunch. It was the phone I put in the first number I ever received from a girl and I was going to call her but the busted screen blocked everything and she said she was already dating somebody.

Flangiprops have evolved over the years. As phones, they used to be big and bulky, those huge brick mobile phones that had a long antenna. Then they only got smaller and more complex. Smaller phones with screens brought about the texting generation. Then flip phones added style and personality. Slider phones were a short fad in the early 2000s, offering a slide out keyboard for easier typing. Finally, the iPhone came around and touch, elegance, and simplicity were the main focus. Android started up to rival iOS and the two now go hand in hand for the most part, besides not allowing cross-running of apps. The shape of all smartphones is basically uniform. Apps are what rule the phones now and what make them so marketable. Careers have been started up because of the popularity of apps on these flangiprops.

But let’s not forget about iPads and other tablets. These flangiprops are also very useful. They act as smaller mobile computers with almost the full capabilities of a laptop but not quite. You can carry your flangiprop tablet anywhere you want and pull it out with ease and use it while walking but using a laptop like that would be awkward.

The last flangiprop gaming device I possessed was a Gameboy Advance back in 2004. My very first game for the GBA was named Denki Blocks!, a fun and challenging puzzle game that I have recently rediscovered as an online game and is just as addicting as it was back then.

Now flangiprop gaming isn’t all that specialized anymore or too expensive or cumbersome, having to buy the games separately in stores, with games being available to download on smartphones and tablets. You can now do everything from texting, picture-taking, emailing, Internet, and gaming all from one flangiprop, different from the 90s and early 2000s when handheld gaming was limited to a specialized gaming device from the company.

Sometimes, one should put down their flangiprops (whatever they are used for) and learn to have real conversations face to face instead of being immersed in technology. I don’t have this problem since I don’t use my phone much but I am on my laptop constantly every day. I suppose that would count as a flangiprop in a way since I use my fingers to operate it.

So that is what flangiprop means. This is not an entirely new thing because they have been around since antiquity in the forms of slates and stone tablets. Even stone age humans used rocks and spears as flangiprops. A pen or a pencil is also a flangiprop. Basically anything you hold in your hand or use your hands to manipulate is this awesome word created by the Daily Post crew.

I believe I’ve stated my case great enough for this to be added to the new edition of Merriam-Webster. I’m hoping they listen to me, because I believe this deserves just as much love as ‘twerk’.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flangiprop!.”

Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post. 

5 Things I Remember From the 90s


Welcome to the second edition of 5 Things Thursday, where I dive into five interesting things from one interesting group of my choice.

This week I muse about 5 things that I find nostalgic from my 1990s childhood. It was a wild and fun time, with so many fads and waves of pop culture coming and going as quick as a train.

  1. Nintendo 64

A great game console that ushered in the era of 3D gaming, especially for Nintendo. It was a sleek and stylish “Family game system”. Some of my favorite titles for the 64 were the Mario Party and Mario Kart series (the early games), Super Smash Bros, and Donkey Kong 64. I never actually had that many games for my console, choosing to play some of the favorites over and over again. That infamous controller caused a lot of pain for users when they got blisters from violently moving the joystick around. I had that same problem while playing the challenging mini-games of Mario Party.

2. Bill Nye the Science Guy

What would science class be without our beloved bow-tie all-around science genius? I loved when the teacher would announce that we were going to watch Bill Nye, as well as the rest of the class. Hearing the iconic theme song (“Science Rules!”) really got me interested in learning about science and everything else such as biology and geography. The show had a great mix of education and humor, appealing to kids and adults. Everything from “Consider the following” to the cheesy science renditions of popular songs back then made this a part of ’90s pop culture. Okay, I hated the cheesy music videos.

3. The Oregon Trail

This is a game I loved and hated. The fact that it was SO slow and the difficulty in finishing the game quite high made me want to give up on it completely. But nearly every kid in my classes at elementary loved this game, that I just had to join in. It was really educational and taught me about the Oregon Trail and what the families faced while riding it – a lot of bad stuff I must say. “You’ve got dysentery” – more evil and unforgiving than the “Game Over” screen.

4. M.A.S.H games, Cootie Catchers, Paper airplanes, etc.

All three of those things and others were staples of the classroom from about second to fifth grade. It was fun to predict your future through a game of Mansion Apartment Shack House (MASH) and the outcomes caused laughter or embarrassment depending on the person. Or how about the cootie catcher. I loved creating those and putting down the most absurd possibilities. Even though it was more of a girls game, it was entertaining and invoked lots of socializing. The paper airplanes usually came out during break periods in class and all pandemonium was let loose. I remember this one sandy-haired kid putting a load of orange goop on the side of his plane and flying it across the room. Sometimes one would land on the teacher’s desk or hit them and break time would be over. To this day though I still can’t create the perfect paper airplane, since my wings always come out wrong and the plane drops limply to the ground.

5. Myst

This is likely the most challenging and strangest point and click game I’ve ever come across. And the most realistically looking one. There is just one man on the island, controlled by you. There are a bunch of puzzles that have to be solved and clues are scattered around, some in not so obvious places or ways. The first time I played this in 1999, I was lost and a bit creeped out by the secluded island and those books in the library that had strange messages playing from them. I finally beat this in 2011 through the use of cheats since there was no way I was going to solve this brainteaser of a game otherwise. It didn’t ruin the game because I still appreciated the vagueness and depth of it (there were some interesting backstories told through the books). When I played this I always thought there was someone else on the island watching me or going to sneak up on me at any moment but that was not the case.

Life On Mars

What took you guys so long?

The biggest question of my young life so far has finally been answered: there is water on Mars.

Liquid water and at least ten swimming pools of it, someone said, not just puny ice caps. The next big question is if there is enough water and if it’s usuable. It seems a bit anticlimactic, as if scientists knew it all along but finally decided to let out the big secret. I sort of knew it all along, since there can’t possibly be just one planet in the entire universe that supports life. Actually, noone is still quite sure if there is life in those water pools. If there is, there are brand new theories to be discussed and new openings for the fantastic realm of science (sorry, 6,000 year Earth believers). Life may have come from Mars on gigantic pieces of the planet that got broken off during collisions, lifeforms being encased in tiny water droplets and deposited on the once hot and rocky sphere. But if it’s true that life started on Mars, how did it get there? Did it come from yet another planet? It’s the whole “what happened before the Big Bang complexity” How can anything suddenly come from nothing?

Now that the big water question has been solved, it’s time to get going on going to Mars. The Mars One project is in the process of selecting 4 individuals who will take an estimated 4 month journey to the Red Planet and will set up the first colony bases as well as finding a way to grow food and sustain life.

The greatest achievement in human history, other than landing on the moon, will be creating a viable civilization on Mars. To have a place to be once the inevitable ending comes for our earth would be monumental. If I ever got the chance to live on Mars (this is permanent) I probably would gracefully die on the red iron hills, just to have it of record that I’ve one of only so many to have perished on a different planet. But before that my daily life would be within a transparent tubing house, seeing the orange-reddish sky and the dust storms swirling around outside. Eating genetically grown plants that surprisingly don’t taste like rubber. Eating the meat from genetically grown animals stored in an artificial zoo environment. Sleeping on a bed that may have anti-aging powers.

But there’s a million to one chance that will never happen. There’s a slight chance that no human will ever set foot on Mars, something going wrong with the spaceship or the length of the mission pushing the limits of any person on board. I have faith in humanity. I have faith that we can do anything. We are the smartest things in the universe. We were given super intelligent brains to solve and achieve things. If one can solve a Rubik’s cube in as little as 3 moves, one can find a way to land on Mars.

But we still can’t figure out how to stop it from raining or not raining. I suppose we are more adept to figuring out the bigger things in life, some of us at least.

Anyway, that’s my life ending statue: a dusty and rugged suited astronaut holding onto the American flag (or whoever gets there first) on the surface of Mars.

The message on the base of the statue: There’s no going back. Only forward.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Immortalized in Stone.”

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?