Peach rings are good for any occasion.
I don’t think there’s anything I’m EXCEPTIONALLY good at. There are things that I’m better than others at, but nothing that I can look at and say, “Oh, I’m REALLY good at this.”
Were on this super secret boat kinda like Noah’s arc and my parents are on it with me. There’s a huge pool and me and freddie mercury are swimming in it when all if a sudden he just dies (for some reason I keep calling him Johnny) well, he comes back to life as a zombie. And everyone runs out of the pool, I keep swimming trying to lure him around the pool instead of going to bite people, eventually I get out of the ramp to the pool and close it so he’s stuck, then automatically the pool drains out and underneath the pool is the animal storage, there is a gate that connects the bottom of the pool to the hyena cage, Freddie infects the hyenas and the animals keep getting infected. I have to run to tell my parents so I call my mom but with my old phone so they put me on hold. I hang up. I grab my current phone and run to go look for my mom and dad, I pass by all these open doors with families inside, they’re sleeping quarters and everyone inside looks scared. There’s this one family of black people, there’s a kid missing a leg and he’s in a wheel chair. I get onto the deck and there’s snow everywhere. I find some Asian dude and I recognize him as a pretty important person that probably knows where my parents are. He doesn’t. I try to tell him what’s going on and he keeps talking over me trying to tell me something important. Eventually he runs away, I keep looking for my parents and I notice blood on the snow everywhere and I look up on the buildings (buildings on the deck of the ship) and notice there are snipers everywhere. We’re being attacked. I’ve seen this before in a dream. I sneak behind them and manage to get a hold of a pistol, THERE ARE SO MANY DAMN SNIPERS. I get behind 2 of them and chuck a grenade near a group of them and press my pistol to the back of the head of the girl in front of me. Kill her quickly and do the same to the next 2 people. The last one keeps moving so I shoot her again and I fall to the ground pretending to be dead because I think someone heard me, she’s still squirming so I shoot her a third time. She’s still squirming. Some lady dressed in heels, tall socks and a skirt (that’s all I see of her because I’m pretending to be dead) walks up and pulls her hair (the chick that’s still squirming) she then breaks her neck. She then pulls my hair ( I understand that she’s checking to see if we’re alive and kills us because she doesn’t accept failure) I dont flinch and she drops my head. Then I see red boots and blue pants, the camera zooms out and it’s spider-man. He’s on the bad guys side and he has the attitude of deadpool. He also has a rocket launcher. A jeep with 4 more female soldiers drives by and one of the girls is talking about how weird that guy in the blue and red costume is. She has pigtails and is missing the skin on her face. Some nickname flashes on the “screen”.
Next thing I know I’m driving down a street still trying to find my parents to warn them. Every one seems to be going about their day normally. I see what looks like a nuclear explosion and start freaking out. It turns out to be a gas station that exploded, i start to think that this is how the world is going to end, we’re going to get through this terrorist attack but we’ll be left in such a bad state that 1 natural disaster or 1 crazy idiot could wipe out whatever remains of mankind. I find my way to a gas station/convenience store, park my car and go inside, Nicole and Christina from my work are there. They’re depositing the money that was made from the ship. Chris looks at me and says “normally that would have been enough to keep us afloat” I tell them all about Freddie (Johnny) and the animals getting infected as we walk outside. As soon as I’m done talking Chris storms back inside, Nicole and I make our way to the top of the hill (the parking lot is on the side of a hill) then 3 knights walk down the hill, one on a horse heading straight for the store ( i assume to kill Chris) behind them on the top of the hill is a dirt median with 2 swords in it, we grab them and split up, working our way back down the hill between all the cars, I behead one of the guys and I see over the cars a sword and notice that it’s the guy on the horse, I sneak around him to see that he’s about to kill Nicole, I run by and slash the horse. (this is where it gets a little fuzzy) he’s standing up and his sword is in Nicole like he’s trying to hack down a tree. I slice him down the middle and he falls down, he doesn’t bleed, the wounds become charred. He’s not dead, he keeps squirming, I keep cutting him and eventually he dies. I think its at this point that I wake up.
It’s been awhile since the old glory days, I used to triforce when I was younger you see. Now all these kids have their commander shepards and their Marcus fenix’s, and not a single damsel in distress to be found, no great nation on the verge of being taken by a great evil. Times have changed.
It’s been a long time since I’ve prayed. Fear can make you do strange things. Fear can make you do crazy things. It can drive you to question your life, your existence.
I feel like a lot of people- for the moment my self included- can’t grasp the idea that once they die, their consciousness will cease to exist, they’ll stop thinking, seeing, feeling, tasting, touching. Religion gives people hope, a sense of direction, some might even say that it gives them purpose. It gives me something to think about.
To say ones life is snuffed out like a flame, to me, isn’t a good analogy. Even a flame leaves behind a small stream of smoke. A clap or snap of the fingers can leave an echo. When you die you die. There is no easing into it. I don’t care how old someone is or how long you’ve been expecting it. When it happens it still hits you.
I hope there is an afterlife. To what god or deity it belongs to I don’t very much care.
I’m interested in the future of man, and I’d like to see how we develop. As a species, as a society, a community, a planet.
I always felt that I was born in the wrong era, I believe in respect, both for yourself and for others, I believe in honor, courtesy, and possibly most importantly, chivalry. Yes, some of these views could be construed as sexist, most of them even outdated, but that has no hold over their validity. The world doesn’t always change for the better. And it is my personal opinion that these beliefs are what society today is lacking.
The way I see it, the human race has one of two outcomes. Eventually we will either destroy ourselves, or someone, some group of people will unite us under one symbol.
Will that symbol remind us of fear, poverty and tyranny? Or will it remind us of joy, prosperity and great advancements?
The human race is destructive and flawed. Some people see this as an absolute truth, but the human race also has spirit, and with that spirit comes the hope and the drive that we will overcome whatever obstacle that presents itself.
So for now, all I can do is hope. I hope that when the time comes, we want it bad enough, and I also hope that I never have to find out if my faith is well placed or not.
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