Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Story of Quentin Green

Despite much dismay, It's been requested by several kids at school that I write about my recent troubles with, what I believe to be, a ghost.
Well, It all started when me and my band (called Shacklett, check em out sometime) went to this run down, abandoned camp revival called Grace Bible Camp. This place has been abandoned for about, I'd say, 8 years. Apparently It was rather active until one summer everyone came down and it was torn to shreds. Beds missing, kitchen destroyed, windows broken, etc. So, they did the most logical thing that came to minds. THEY LEFT IT EXACTLY THE WAY IT WAS. They still to this day don't know what happened.Well, my friends and I thought it would be scary if we explored the place. Scary isn't even the half of it. It is the epitome of nopenopenopenope.avi. Well, after crapping my pants and getting pumped, we proceeded into this creepy, Ungodly place. We managed to get to the chapel with the pews and an old, out-of-tune piano. And, all across the ground there were these buttons with this black dude on them on them This was creepy within itself, but my friend thought it would be funny to play Mad World by Gary Jules.

I pooped a little.

Well, I was done, and wanted to go home (partially because of the poop). On the way out, my friend thought it would be funny if he took a bible from Bible Camp and kept it. Well, little did we know, this would be the downfall of us all.
Because inside this bible, read:
"To Quentin
Love, Mom"
Now, to everyone else this wasn't too scary, but the night before that, I had a dream that a huge, autistic black guy broke into our house, killed my mom, and then strangled me. While he was strangling me he said, "Give me my Bible back."

I immediately wanted nothing to do with this bible. So, the next day, on the way to our gig, I THREW the bible out the window of the car.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Literally 10 seconds after this happened, my friend crashed his car into the ditch. We didn't make it to the gig, and our instruments were destroyed. Bit o' bad luck, hm?
Well, then some weird shit started happening. All the lights in my room burned out, my ps3 fried, and I kept having that dream over and over again. Later in the week, my friend called me crying and said his mom tried to kill herself and said she didn't know why she tried. This continues on for about 2 months.
My life is utterly miserable for those 2 months. I can't seem to do anything right, everything I touch breaks, and people who come in contact with me have bad luck as well.

Enough is enough.

We decide to rid this "Quentin" from our lives. He won't stop until he has his bible, or blood. We go to the spot where I threw the bible. We look everywhere, and cannot find it. It landed on a golf course, so we figured that someone cut the grass and found it. So, we spend the whole night trying to find this guy, and we finally found him, and he said he'd gladly give it back. Feeling accomplished, we head back to Grace Bible Camp. On the ride over, I get a call from the police.
"Your friend has been shot in an accident, and is in the hospital right now. We can't get a hold of his parents, and he said he wants you."
That was it, that was the straw the broke the camel's back. I break down, I've never cried that hard in my life. Quentin got his blood, and his bible. After the hospital trip, we head to Grace Bible Camp. We place the bible on the altar, lock up the God forsaken place, and never return.
To this day I don't know what that was, but my life has been significantly better ever since. This whole experience has definitely scarred me for life; I will never forget the story of Quentin, the man who just wants his bible back.

                                                                                                          -The Muffin Man 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Minecraft's Extreme Makeover: Castle Edition

Well, hello fellow interweb browzerss, as I'm sure some of you have heard, there is an amazing game called Minecraft that is sweeping the internet like a pedophile sweeps an unguarded preschool. It's a sandbox game, and there are practically NO limits to what you can do, thanks to the Modding ability that was recently added by the game's creator (Notch). Now, I've been playing since the very early days of version 0.15. I've watched it blossom from a little sapling into an Autism tree, spreading nice juicy Autism everywhere. It's now in Beta, and is constantly being updated with new stuff. If you want to see the TRUE potential of this game, visit a good friend of mine at his blog.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Universe

The Universe in all (not really) it's glory
           The other day, I was thinking, something that does not happen too often. So, naturally, it hurt a little bit.
How big is the Universe?
          I know scientists say that the universe is never ending, that it's constantly expanding. If this is true, then that means that one of two things is happening.
  1. Energy and matter are continuously being created.
    If this is true, then something (or someone) HAS to be creating all this matter. I suppose this is where the line ends with Deist. That's the beauty of religion, it answers all of your questions not by not answering any of your questions.
     2. Or the existing matter and energy are being stretched out to fill an infinite amount of space.
         Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, that's some bad news for us.

The scientific hypothesis (what ever that means) is....
         Well, The Big Bang created all the energy in the universe at once. I won't get into what the Big Bang is, partially because I'm not exactly sure how to explain it, but that would mean that the second option is the truth. 
         Energy and matter are constantly being stretched out among an infinite amount of space. For the sake of this discussion, say the amount of Energy in the Universe is 10,000. 
        Say you take the amount of energy (10,000) and divide it among the amount of space (infinite). An infinity is just a number that goes on forever, gradually getting bigger. Well, if you take that infinite and place larger and larger numbers, so large that we run out of names, well, the outcome gets smaller and smaller, doesn't it? This means.
We're gonna die.

    Thursday, January 20, 2011

    A Day in the Life of Meth

    Is anyone else noticed an increased amount of meth being circulated on the streets?
    The other day actually, I was trying to buy a cup of coffee and, well, i was asked to pay in meth.
    Thanks to the American legal system, i didn't actually have to, but I was stilled shocked nonetheless.
    But, on to serious matters, what's up with this crazy 2012 thing? Huh? Anyone?

    Just Being meth

    Hello to all the boys and girls of the interwebs, Rush Limbaugh is the greatest man ever. And by greatest man ever, I mean the fatest piece of Republican crap, not that I have a problem with republican's.