Monday, January 25, 2010
Control?
You can never tell the consequences when you release all of your control.
1. When you release all of your control, you can never tell the consequences.
2. The idea that you control your own life by taking drugs, which in turn relinquishes all of the "control" you originally possessed, is a faulty at best, because you will never know the consequences until it is too late.
3. Why take the risk of losing control, because you will inevitably have to face the consequences.
4. All actions have consequences and when you don't control the actions the unknown consequences just get worse.
5. Consequences are results of action, and no control of actions now is equal to no control of consequences later.
6. Control yourself and you will control your consequences, but if you don't control yourself you will never know the consequences until it is too late.
7. Please try and remember that every time you give up control, you lose yourself to the consequences that follow.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Same Sentence, Different Words
It is blasted hot!
My sweater is too warm.
The temperature is really high.
Why is it so hot?
It is hot.
I wish there was a breeze.
Someone should turn on the air conditioner.
Future, now gone
1. What will the consequences be from the death of these unborn babies?
2.These human beings future now completley destroyed.
3. Who's friend, wife, mother, grandma was just killed by abortion?
4. that unborn child's future was already decided without its own consent.
5. The possible potential of this human being destrowed in seconds by abortion.
6. Abortion is not even giving them an opportunity to have a future.
7.Which abortion just killed the future leader, scientist, author or inventor?
The Argument
Original: The Argument seems to go on forever.
1. This argument is taking a long time.
2. This disagreement seems to be eternal.
3. I might be dead before we agree.
4. In the beginning was…. "The Argument".
5. This disagreement is ongoing.
6. This disagreement might finally be over by the time Christ comes.
7. Will this argument ever end?
Eight Ways of Hate
1. He was angry.
2. He was consumed with a fiery rage.
3. The man was furious.
4. His eyes glowed with hatred.
5. He had that smile now, that smile that let you know he was no longer pleased.
6. His soul had been warped and mutated by hate, like a Ziploc bag in the microwave.
7. His hot temper boiled up like acid, eating through any positive feelings that had once been between them.
8. Angry, he was.
Spanking
1.) How many times must a man spank a child, before you can call him a man?
2.) Parents-what is the infatuation with spanking?
3.) Mommy? Daddy? Why do you spank me?
4.) I cannot fathom why any parent would willing lay a hand on their child to punish them.
5.) Spanking is an act of abuse; why do parents do it?
6.) “Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ”-would Jesus Christ spank a child?
7.) How can any loving parent feel they are justified in spanking a child?
An experiment in perspectives.
Jake crashed his skateboard into a nearby tree.
My poor baby had an awful accident on that "skate board" of his today!
I gave a piece of my mind to a whippersnapper that was being a little too friendly with Grand Old Wilson this morning.
Subject A-7683i proceeded to roll upon his skating device into a tall, sugar-synthesizing, carbon-based tower to perform a religious ritual.
Like, today?, like, that weirdo Jake, right? was riding his skateboard?, and he, like, totally gave me a look and then, like, crashed into a tree.
The tree was so appalled by the defilement of his boardy brother that he jumped out in front of the skating young man and bashed him in the head.
Carlos just promised his ant-brother that they would both make it safely to the farm in the tree when the ever-looming, ever-dangerous shadow appeared on the doorstep and sealed their doom to an even shorter, more pathetic, yet entirely more painful, ant-life.
Duuuuude, total wipeout!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sentence Variations
- Abortion-it's no accident.
- Abortion is not an accident.
- Abortion is a deliberate act.
- That abortion wasn't an accident.
- It's no accident: abortion.
- Abortion is no accident!
- Abortion...it's not an accident.
Jesus is Pretty Cool
1. Jesus sure is a remarkable fellow.
2. Nice man, that Jesus chap.
3. I say, Christ sure is rather charming.
4. A marvelous man, that Jesus is!
5. Alas, I doth protest that Christ does embody perfection, quite.
6. I rather like that Savior of ours.
7. Jesus seems to me to be quite a likeable chum.
This was a bit flippant, I'm aware, but I was persuaded to use it. =]
The Seven Sentences
1. Ascend and bellow for the mascot of the school.
2. Yippee skippy our team is playing!
3. Get on your feet and scream for the team.
4. If you are a fan, you should yell now.
5. Cheer on the team to victory.
6. Will cheer for Cosmo.
7. Watch out, here come the Puma concolors.
Wow…this turned out to be a whole lot harder than I thought.
Lost Love
My heart is broken.
An empty cavity fills my chest.
Jagged edges cut through my heart.
I feel no love.
My vital organ is shattered.
Love seeps through the cracks in my heart.
Passion has died with the absence you left.
Unfixable wounds pain my heart.
Stylish Sentences - :)
1. Carrie attended BYU.
2. Brigham Young University was haunted by my sister's presence.
3. Carrie graduated from BYU.
4. The University of Brigham Young once held Carrie.
5. Carrie is a BYU alumni.
6. My older sister has escaped with a BYU diploma.
7. Carrie moseyed along through college.
P.S. Personally, sentence 2 is my favorite.
Sleep Deprivation
I am tired.
1. Sleep, my dear friend, where art thou?
2. I have not slipped into unconsciousness in a while.
3. I am exhausted.
4. I feel deprived of that which brings me rest.
5. I am but a hollow shell without that deep relaxation called sleep.
6. What is that thing called sleep?
7. Numbness creeps in to fell the void created by sleep deprivation.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Don't y'all know it's hot outside?
1. It was a burning hot day.
2. Zounds, 'twas hot!
3. The air was thick with heat.
4. The heat enveloped him, like opening an oven door.
5. Waves of heat bloomed up from the pavement.
6. The sun was suffocatingly close; it burned her lungs and cracked her lips.
7. It was a still, sweltering day.
Sentence Style
- Where did the sun in the child's eyes go?
- Where did the sound of play run off to?
- When did all the children die?
- Are children even children anymore?
- What happened to being a kid?
- Children, here? I see none.
- I see families, young and old, but no children.
Patriot Games
Spindle's End
"The Things They Carried"
“They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment.”
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Does Parenting Really Matter?
Alamut
"Listen to me, boy. The supreme principle of the Ismailis is this: Nothing is true, everything is permitted.” - By revealing the supreme Ismaili motto, it is as though Bathol is inconspicuously handing his readers the key to understanding his work. To find the central meaning of the novel, the reader must see through the “delusion” of ordinary actions and dialogue, and see what he or she might not have thought possible before.
"Ibn Tahir fell back onto the floor. His heart ached bitterly. Yes, he was still in love with her.” - Barthol demonstrates here the poignancy of reductionism. Here the reader is suddenly and unceremoniously jolted with the reality that Avani ibn Tahir still loves the woman he had been hating and cursing for the past several chapters. The sentences are short, to the point, and lack any flowery words or adornments. Yet in relation to the preceding text, this quote provides all the emotion needed. In fact, it almost does seem as if the clipped tone and the blatancy are what make the quote so profound.
"It would be good to die now, he thought. Just one firm decision to throw himself over the battlements, and everything would be over. But God knows where he would awaken after that.” - The grand “mastermind” Hasan ibn Sabbah, the one who seemed omnipotent and remorseless in his plans, is suddenly exposed to be internally agonised and self-loathing. Barthol does not execute this revelation of his character's emotions through a drawn out description of feelings, a beautifully formulated history of ibn Sabbah's life story, nor anything of the like. The reader is given three sentences, a short glimpse into ibn Sabbah's secret musings. The moment is short and relatively plain. Yet everything that needs to be known is there for the reaping.