Author Archives: Shawn R. McDonald

Falling Awake

This happened around the time of the musical, and this weblog was down at that time.

I was really tired because of the musical, etcetera. There was no chance to rest. You know how tired I was? I was so tired that I fell awake. That’s right, I fell awake.

I was already sleeping, and I was in the middle of a dream. In the dream, I could hardly keep my eyes open. Finally, I close them, and then I fall awake. I was wide awake at that point, and quite disconcerted.

Definitely the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in a dream… even more disconcerting than when I told a dream person that I was dreaming. (Another story for another time.)

Church of Scientology: An Intro and Movie

I have to preface this by saying that the Church of Scientology is crap.

I forgot to write about this little adventure because it occured during my field trip, which took place while my site was done.

The field trip wasn’t to the Church of Scientology specifically, but to San Francisco, in general. We toured the city. At one point, we passed by the Church of Scientology. My friend was interested in going in since he was doing his history research project on it. How fortunate for us that someone from the Church of Scientology came over to recruit us to visit her church. Apparently, the teacher let us go because she was going to teach us about the architecture. It used to be some old building, don’t remember, you’ll see why soon.

She started off with a little bit about the architecture after she herded us inside. Then, she elegantly segued, mentioning how they changed the building. She pointed to some quotes they had placed on the wall, by their founder, L. Ron Hubbard. Deftly, she directs us to some panels which tell about Scientology, itself.

Everything she says is completely empty. She’s talking, alright. And she’s saying words, and these words make sense to me. Yet, something about these words… “You can be any religion and still belong to the Church of Scientology. Scientology provides the tools to meet spiritual goals…”

“What tools?” I asked, my politic response. I could have said that I thought all she was saying was bullshit, but I didn’t.

“Oh, seminars and classes, to help with marriage, blah blah blah…” Before the “blah’s” I figured it out: It was all for money. Classes? For free? As one says in the famous card game, “BS!”

The next step, some of us were interested in taking their “Free personality test.” However, she offered to show a movie. So, about five of us went in to see the movie, whilst the rest took the test.

Very, very comfortable, the chairs were almost too comfortable, especially after a long day’s journey. Seriously, it was a small movie room, the chairs were comfortable, it was dark, and you never know, she could’ve locked us in. I still wonder if everything we said during the film was recorded.

The film was about Dianetics. What’s Dianetics you ask? I could explain it now, or you can see the film yourself. Okay, okay, I’ll tell you about the film.

The film, supposedly, is based off a true story from the 1950s, and representative of many similar cases. It begins with ultra-cheesy jazz-type music, a dad and a son with a football in the front yard. The kid is then playing football for his high school team. BAM! He’s in the air and hit. Next thing you know, he’s in the hospital. Doesn’t look good. The doctor taps his knee. No reflexes. Tickles his foot. Nothing. He can’t feel the lower half of his body, he says to the other doctor at the foot of the bed, as if the kid on the bed can’t hear.

His girlfriend stops by later. Attack of the bad actors! “Go find someone else who’ll be better for you.” Blah, blah. Yeah, kid, you’re just saying that because you can’t feel your penis. Was that really what the Scientology people were implying? In any case, not good.

From there, the movie gets weird. You can’t really tell when he’s dreaming, and when he’s not. Excuse me if I mess up some things chronologically.

For example, one doctor leaves a book for him. He mentions “psychosurgery” or something like that and how the mind can heal. He goes on about how the kid is crazy, delusional. Later on, a nurse comes along and injects him with a hypodermic needle, Kill Bill vol. 1 style, only the nurse didn’t have an eye patch.

Later on, he’s getting some type of scan, and then you see two doctors talking about him. He’s an interesting case. The only damage is in his cerebral cortex. He’ll be a good one to cut up.

At various points after weird scenes, the kid wakes up, panting. “No surgery,” he demands.

The funniest part is when two doctors are talking about how they’re going to do surgery and how bad his case is, etc, then the camera moves a bit, and you see that they’ve been standing at the foot of the bed the whole time! Well, we got a good laugh out of it.

Eventually, his girlfriend says that one of his friends wanted him to read this… Surprise, surprise: It’s the Dianetics book.

So, the kid reads it. It’s all about how the subconscious represses you. All memories are stored, even when unconscious.

Via a few replayed flashbacks, we figure out that while the kid was flat on the ground, one of his teammates said, “Oh man, he’s never going to walk again.” The point we’re supposed to get from this is that he heard this subconsciously, and that’s why he can’t walk. (Yeah, right, like that’ll help people with severed spines.)

He opens his eyes. “Wiggle your big toe.” Okay, he doesn’t say that, but he does lift the covers, and look at his toes. I wonder if Mr. Tarantino watched the Dianetics movie.

He’s up. He’s walking. He’s jumping on the bed. The music’s back to it’s old cheesy self. He’s changing his clothes.

The doctors walk into the room. They wonder where he went, and then they see him. “What, this isn’t possible,” (the evil) one declares. Two other doctors instantly begin examining him, on with stethoscope ready.

“Get back in bed,” (the evil) one angrily yells. Evidently, they’re mad because they can’t cut him up, as they were planning to do when the camera was on them in the hallway before entering his room.

The kid leaves the book for one of the doctors and walks out. “This could put us out of business,” the man protests as he looks out the window.

Flash forward to the future. Flashback to beginning of movie, cheesy music-wise. His girlfriend is now his wife. He’s playing football with his kid… fade to the best part of the movie.

Titles on the screen first declare something similar to, “Your subconscious is keeping you from reaching your full potential.” And then, more ominously, “Get rid of it.”

The end.

The experience was pretty creepy. I split, with someone else, after watching the movie. The others didn’t have their test results yet, but I didn’t want to stick around.

More on the test tomorrow.

Odd Good-bye

One of the seniors passed by me during lunch, “I’ll see you during Major Religions today… oh wait, no, I won’t!”

“Nice one, cripple,” I replied, in reference to his crutches.

His rebuttal involved sticking up his two middle fingers. Touché.

And that’s probably the last time I’ll ever see him. Okay, so, I’ll be at graduation, but in the pit, and only able to hear the names.

It’s just an odd way to say good-bye — somewhere in there, there’s an acknowledgement that it’s good-bye, and yet, it still gives a sense that there is no good-bye.

Just someone I sat next to during Major Religions. I remember interviewing him (and a lot of other people I don’t remember) last year for my Christology assignment. He was “hamburger man” or “hamburger guy” because he was eating one during the interview.

People pop in and out of life. I’m used to it. Not that anyone’s died on me, but if I never see them again, there’s no real difference.

I don’t know. There should be some point I’m trying to make here about the one random memory or good-bye, maybe something about how in a year, most of the people I know I’ll never see again. But I can’t think of a point. I can’t really explain any feeling. It’s just a moment I had.

All I can think of is that that moment will stick in my head. The hamburger interview will stick in my head. Oh yeah, and that time he said he liked the way the lights reflected off Mr. Steeb’s forehead.

Just moments.

Full House Rule

I don’t like the Olsen Twins. I don’t think they’re hot. You know why? Because they were on Full House. It’s a rule: You can’t think anyone from Full House is hot.

The Olsen Twins? No.

Bob Sagat? No. The hair! The unfunniness.

That one guy who’s doing the 10-10-flavor of the month commercials? Wannabe hot. Definitely not.

The one guy who did all the cartoon voices? No. Look at those outfits.

None of the girls on the show.

It’s just a rule. That, and they really aren’t all that pretty.

Out of Context Awards: May 2004

About half and half, from Josh and me. At first, I was worried that there wouldn’t be any, but there was a flurry of filler quotes towards the end of the month, spurred by an initial contribution by Josh. Here they are, in no particular order (I’ll reveal the winner at the end)…

“There are people in New York, but not in Massachusets- Maybe they’re all puppets!” – Stevie

WeirdJosh: the first one’s context is that me and Stevie were talking, and I was loudly exclaiming my incredible unconcious tendency to mime my conversation with any stuffed animals I happen to be holding

WeirdJosh: which led into me possibly working with the Muppets, and then wondering how one went about getting the qualifications for that, and then mentioning a Puppet Institute of Massachusets

WeirdJosh: to which we both laughed and Stevie said that no body lived there, and that she couldn’t even imagine “Massachusets people”

WeirdJosh: and then I said that the puppeter institute was probably in New York, and then the quote

“SHE’S A GIRL! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TOUCH HER!” – Shane

WeirdJosh: and for Shane’s, his little brother was at prom, but wasn’t dancing. eventually he did, however, he did it at a three foot distance

WeirdJosh: hence Shane’s outburst

“It’s all about putting people down to make yourself feel better.” – Jason

We were trash talking Awards Night. Here’s the line before the quote: BuRniNgCiGar: talking trash is awesome.

“When [your dad and I] got married, we went to Hawaii for Halloween…” – my mom

She meant honeymoon, but she said Halloween.

“well next time u’ll just have to spring it on her” – Lindsay

WeirdJosh: context: I was talking to Lindsay who was talking to her crush, and then we switched rails slightly over to mine, and I mentioned that I hadn’t given her a classic greeting in a while, and then the quote

“I always called them sausage plants.” – Heidi

Euh, $10 says I got the name wrong of the person. I’d never really talked to her before in math class, and I’m already bad with the names of people I do know. She was working on a game board for Ms. Weltchek’s, and it was a park scene. Next to the lake were cattails. I commented on them, and she didn’t know what I was referring to. Evidently, yeah, she called them sausage plants, or hot dog plants. The point is, the gameboard looked swell. Actually, the point is the quote.

And the further point… the winner is…

Shane.

Out of Context Awards: April 2004

Didn’t do them last month because the ol’ weblog was down, so here they are, a little late:

“I didn’t dry my hair and when I went outside, I got chlamydia.” – Craig

It has been so long that I don’t really remember the context. He was certainly making fun of someone.

“I wish I was a plastic bag.” – Delora

Walking to the band room, relatively quiet, saw the serene plastic bag floating in the wind.

Hm… which one to pick as the winner. I guess Craig’s chlamydia quote.

In context award:

“It’s a jackal!” – Craig

Every single Pictionary round answer. And, he wasn’t even playing.

School Election Irony

This happened during the time my weblog was down, and I just now remembered to write about it:

This time around, for the senior class elections (I’m going to call it that since I’m going to be a senior next year), a lot of people ran. In my The Inherent Communist Nature of Schools piece, I characterized my student elections as “Stupid Human Tricks.”

I guess some people have caught on to this vibe, and recognized that this does nothing to prove your worth. Practically no one dressed up. However, instead of showing that they were qualified, all they did was proclaim, “I don’t need to entertain you… I don’t need any cheap gimmicks.”

Then, comes my friend, Mr. Ryan Foley running for senate. He is the only one dressed up, sporting a grass skirt, straw hat, and coconut bra. He gives an entertaining speech, and thus distinguishes himself from the other candidates. I remind you that there were quite a few candidates, few very unique.

Ryan’s new nickname is “Mr. Senator,” because he won the election.

Now, isn’t that ironic?

Maybe you don’t need a cheap gimmick, but you definitely don’t need the anti-cheap gimmick: blandness.

Home Stretch ’04

Ever since I got back from Spring Break, things have been hectic. I joined the Spring Musical, which involved rehearsals until 11:00 PM. My web sites went down. I had multiple drafts for a research paper. I had the AP US History exam. I joined Hayward Honor Jazz Band, involving long rehearsals. I had test after test in other classes. No rest for the weary. I’ve been so used to sleeping late that now I can’t fall asleep until at least 11:00. And, it doesn’t look as if it’s going to slow down. I have a history project. I have finals coming. I doubt I’ll be able to do much with the weblog until school ends.

This is headline news?

Headline news:
Bush falls off bicycle
Headline news:
Bush chokes on pretzel

Who hasn’t fallen off a bicycle, or choked on something?
This is headline news?

“Well, you’re not the president.”

Hell, I could be if that’s all that’s important about being a president.

webhost died

My web host died on me. So, I lost all my stuff. Luckily, I went to the Google cache and preserved from material before it was lost. The only things I’m missing are the seconds in the timestamp for my entries, and the complete date for any comments after February 11.

Now I’m on a new host. I downloaded MovableType 3 this time around. I’m still trying to fix things and upload my old entries, so bear with me.

So far, I haven’t put up my comments or the entries from between late February and yesterday.

I have a lot of homework, and I’m going to make a Majestic comic tomorrow. The weblog is lower on the priority list right now. Thus, I’m not sure when I’ll be done rebuilding everything.

Two Quotes, No Comment

“Whoever is not against us is for us.” Mark 9.40.

“Whoever is not with me is against me…” Matthew 12.30

I’m providing none of my own commentary on this, as of yet.

NOTE: Wording is from The New Oxford Annotated Bible.

Worst Thing About Me

New social experiment:

Tell me what’s the 1 worst thing about me. It could be anything… physical traits, emotional traits, something I do, something I don’t do… I don’t care if you don’t know me that well, just pick the 1 worst thing that you’ve noticed.

New Paint

To explain my feelings today, let me present a (fictional) story:

I have a car. It’s not the most beautiful, but it works for me. Over Easter Vacation, I had the car repainted and the interiors cleaned. Damn, that car looked good. It looked just like new!

So, later on, I drove to the supermarket to pick up some random items. When I came back, there was a shopping cart next to my car. It had scratched the paint. The new paint. It had just looked like new, and now, there’s a scratch. In fact, if I look at any other part of the car, it still looks new. However, my attention keeps coming back to the scratch.

Alright, end of story. What does it mean? The car is kind of like my soul. I felt all refreshed after Easter Vacation. I felt new and ready for the world again. If you know me a little bit, you know I can be rather cynical. However, I felt so much less jaded after the Easter Vacation. Now, I come back — just one day in school! — and I’m starting to feel a little jaded again. The world just put a scratch in the new paint on my soul. I still feel quite refreshed, but I know there’s a scratch now. Before the scratch, maybe there was the illusion that it would look new forever. But afterwards, I know there’ll be more scratches.

When’s summer vacation?

Latest Scary Dream

I didn’t post anything most of last week because I was on vacation. I forgot to mention that earlier, but you’d know if you’d been to my website. On to the topic at hand…

Let me preface this by saying that I never have nightmares. I just don’t. The whole falling thing, chased by stuff… yeah, haven’t had those kinds of dreams in years. This recent dream is as close to “scary” as it gets…

The dream wasn’t really specific. All I remember was that I was in a traffic jam. I had the general impression that: It was summer, gas prices had skyrocketed… There was a gasoline shortage and cars were lined up at the gas stations.

It was weird because I don’t normally have dreams that could translate into reality. You know what made it even more weird, and more real? I was thinking about what to write in my weblog while dreaming. Geeze.

A Little Something From Aug 6

I’m reading the text from the Bin Ladin Determined To Strike in US brief.

Something caught my eye: “The millennium plotting in Canada in 1999 may have been part of Bin Ladin’s first serious attempt to implement a terrorist strike in the US.” I guess the US government recognizes Canada as the 51st state. Just kidding.

No, this actually caught my eye: “[…] Bin Ladin wanted to hijack a US aircraft to gain the release of “Blind Shaykh” ‘Umar ‘Abd al-Rahman and other US-held extremists.” How could the president have prevented September 11th with that information? Does that even remotely sound like he’s going to use the hijacked aircraft to crash into a building?

[more comments tomorrow]

A Revolving Door

I’m concerned by a little revolving door that’s ruining the lives of everyday Americans. It’s called the “Video Game-Movie Industry revolving door.” The jobs are similar, so people can just assume that they can go back and forth between the two industries. However, they just don’t think about the consequences.

Because of what they’re doing, millions of Americans are subjected to a double-dose of bad television commercials. Movie commercials are the most clichéd, bland, unoriginal ones out there. There is no difference between the style of two different movie commercials. Hell, nine times out of ten, they hire the same guy to do all the narration.

You’d think since video games are newer, more innovative, and less linear, they could break this mold of horrible commercial-making. However, they don’t. They are practically exactly the same. There are only two differences that you find in video game commercials: the clips are CG, and the end shows company logos instead of “in theaters now”. How come they can’t do any better? I’ll tell you why: Because of the revolving door!

My fellow Americans, please do not condone this practice and this injustice against us.

Lesser of Two Evils

Every election, people complain about the two-party system. “Oh, I hate having to choose between the lesser of two evils.” Yet is the third party choice really the perfect candidate? Okay, maybe you agree with him more, but you can’t cry that you’re choosing between the lesser of two evils.

Why? There is no perfect candidate. Do you agree with your best friend on every single issue? Then, how are you going to agree with an astronomically more distant presidential candidate. There will never be a candidate whose decisions you can be 100% satisfied with. Never. Not even if you vote for yourself. It’s true.

Candidates are human, and, therefore, imperfect.

You just got to pick one you like the best.

All my life, I hunted Now

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

With a camera, I tried to capture Now

All I got was a photo

A still, unmoving picture

Incomplete

A fragment of what was seen

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

With a pen, I tried to capture Now

All I got was a story

A linear record

Telling what I felt but

Incomplete

Missing how I felt

Missing feelings

That a word can’t catch

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

With my mind, I tried to capture Now

All I got was a memory

Each time I remembered

Something slightly changed

And the memory fades with

Time

Incomplete

And sometimes the mind

Lies

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

I used a new approach

Combining many methods

Each one contained a fragment

Perhaps together

They’d be a whole

But no matter what

I never got it all

A jigsaw puzzle

Incomplete

With most its pieces missing

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

I thought

If I can catch a dance on tape

Why can’t I catch Now?

But wait

A dance caught on tape

Is just a recording

Incomplete

It misses all the

Fun

How can I catch a dance

Without dancing?

And song on tape

Incomplete

Too!

How can I catch a song

Without singing?

All my life, I hunted Now

But knew not how to catch it

I can’t catch Now

It’s impossible

I was thinking of it wrong

Fresh air in a bottle

Becomes bottled air

Incomplete

Why put it in a bottle

When you can just

Breathe it in?

So, why put Now in a bottle?

Don’t catch Now

Be

Now

All my life, I hunted Now

Now, I Am Now

William Hung

I’d say I don’t understand what’s the big fuss was over William Hung, but I’ve given it some thought, and I do understand. However, that doesn’t mean I approve.

There were several other people who sang badly, why weren’t they offered deals? One factor: He isn’t a bitch. We Americans don’t typically like to reward bitchiness, so many of those people who said, “You’ll be sorry you didn’t pick me,” aren’t going to get a deal. Another example: Is there anyone who wanted Omarosa to win “The Apprentice”?

The second factor I believe is even more important: Not only does he sing funny, but he looks funny. It’s true. And, he talks funny.

That about sums it up. It’s a boost for self-esteem. You can say, “Okay, maybe I sing almost as bad, but at least I don’t look, talk, and act that funny.”

Face it, we’re laughing at him. Wait, what about his positive attitude? Yeah, that “positive attitude” is just a rationalization for laughing at him. I’m not cruel; I’m praising his “positive attitude” and how he’s trying to achieve the “American Dream.”

The real American Dream is just to find people worse off than you so you can laugh at them.

However, if you’ll pardon my mixed metaphor, I guess it’s William Hung who gets the last laugh… all the way to the bank.

Yet, that’s still just another rationalization: He’s getting money, or compensation for it, so it’s okay to laugh at him.

I’d criticize this, but I know America can go lower… much lower.