I want out.
... But I can't.
I'm stuck here, wasting away and I can't do anything about it. I try to get out, but nothing's working. I want to be free so bad, but I have nothing at all to achieve it. I want to do things on my own, but I'm being held back. It's like I'm a prisoner.
No, I'm not a prisoner. But I am confined. I'm not able to spread my wings. I'm stuck. I said that already. I see my freedom in sight and then it's slammed shut on me without even so much as a warning or a shout. I try to call for help, but no answers. I feel like a teen, but I'm older than that. My situation is worse. I was free. but now...
How long am I going to be stuck here for? I don't want to see my life pass before my eyes while I'm stuck sitting here. I fill my imagination with images of freedom, but I know I can't go to those places, not while I'm stuck here. I'm not a prisoner, but I feel like I am one. I'm oppressed by these four walls that surround me.
If only I had the means to escape. If only someone would send me a sign, or a rope, give me the chance to break free, be on my own. To let me live the life I want to live so desperately; to go where I want; to see what I want; to do what I want. Instead, I'm stuck here, and there's little I can do about it. Please.
I want out.
To live my life alone.
To do things on my own.
To live my life and to be FREE!!!
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
Blackhawks Free Agency updates
Today is the first day for free agency in the NHL. Already we've seen some big moves, like longtime Ottawa Senators captain Daniel Alfredsson moving to the Detroit Red Wings. Meanwhile, the Blackhawks haven't been as loud, but there have been some moves so far.
Viktor Stalberg and Ray Emery have left the team. Stalberg is reportedly signing with the Nashville Predators while Emery is going to the Philadelphia Flyers. At the same time, Michal Rosival and Handzus have each signed extensions with the Blackhawks. We're going to try and watch for more updates as they come in, so stay tuned.
Update: The Blackhawks have re-acquired goalie Nikolai Khabibulin. The "Bulin Wall" as he's known played for the Hawks from 2005 to 2009, and was let go before the Hawks' 2010 Stanley Cup title run.
Update: The Blackhawks have re-acquired goalie Nikolai Khabibulin. The "Bulin Wall" as he's known played for the Hawks from 2005 to 2009, and was let go before the Hawks' 2010 Stanley Cup title run.
Resistance Legal Clinic
Since foreclosures are a big problem, especially among low-income individuals and families, it's hard to deal with it. However, Resistance Legal Clinic helps individuals and families who are dealing with foreclosures. More information is available at facebook.com/ResistanceLegalClinic or you can e-mail them at resistancelegal@gmail.com.
Chasing the Swordswoman
"Blackhawk! Transform!" In a flash of light, 22-year-old Tommy Driscoll, an American studying abroad in Munich, transformed into the henshin hero "Blackhawk". As soon as he transformed into his costume he broke into a run. In a red, black and white flash, he ran up the wall of a building, jumped onto the rooftop and started to run again.
His HUD flashed and beeped off to the left of his visor. He pivoted and jumped off the roof, landing on another one in a swift action. His shirttail billowed, kept in place by a red belt that blended in with the top of his sleek suit. "Where are you?" he said to himself. His quarry was moving in all directions. Or at least that's how it appeared to be, there was no street grid here in Munich.
As he approached the edge of one building, he ran faster. He could see that his quarry was getting closer. Now he had them. He ran faster and leaped off the edge of the building. For a moment, he simply sailed through the air without anything to use. Then he pressed a button on his belt and a pack teleported onto his back. He pressed the same button and massive wings spread out and he glided down to the street.
As his boots touched the ground in the park, the pack disappeared. Now he was in Englisher Garden. There was no place for his quarry to hide now. His HUD beeped again and he found them trying to run. Immediately he broke into a run again. He pressed the button, summoning the wings again and he took off, propelled by small jets.
As soon as he found his quarry, he began to land. He could see them looking up at him as he came down right in front of them. As soon as his boots touched the ground he put his arm out to hinder their progress. "We need to talk, Schwertkampferin."
"About what?" asked the swordswoman. Her armor shone in the moonlight with an ethereal air about it. it was Elvish armor, but she was purported to be human. Bits and pieces decorated her armor and a visor covered her eyes, but her mouth could be seen. And she did not look happy.
"Your Elvish friends came after me," he said. "Why?"
"Because you interfered," she replied.
That answer was not good enough. He slammed his gloved hand against a tree, causing it to shake. "Is that all?" he asked with anger bubbling to the surface. "If this is about how I tried to help, that's utter bull****. You know as well as I do they didn't mention you one bit."
"My battle has been with the Elves," she replied. "No one else is to interfere, not even Der Hauptmann. And you of all people should know Der Hauptmann is not to be trifled with."
"I was trying to help," he said. "We're still very much alike."
"I am nothing like you," she said.
"Bull****," he replied. "We're more alike than you're willing to admit. Rumor has it your civilian form has no powers and transforms into you. It's the same with me. The only difference between us is that you use magic, I use technology. You're a swordswoman and I'm a martial artist. In the long run, we're both superheroes. Might as well help each other out, right?"
"At least I did not steal the name, coloring and stripes on my costume from an ice hockey team," she said.
"Shut it," he replied. "But if you want to play that game, fine. You're just a grown-up version of Sailor Moon, a little girl's fantasy brought to life."
"I have fought the Elves for 1,000 years," she said. "If anything, they wish to be me."
"Who, the girls? Because I can clearly see that."
"Your attempt at humor is not funny," she said. "And another thing, you claim that you are a better superhero because you never attack first? You broke your own rules when you fired your laser at the Elves. Do not tell me it was because I had already been attacked. Your attacks were unprovoked. You truly did bring this upon yourself."
Blackhawk opened his mouth (which she could see under his black helmet and visor) but he closed his mouth. He had no response. Instead he pushed off and glared at her from under his visor. "Tell them to leave me alone," he said.
"It is too late," she said. "Now that you have provoked them, they will attack all of the superheroes in Germany." She grabbed something from her armor and threw it to the ground. A large cloud erupted and Blackhawk was consumed by it. He activated his faceplate so he did not breathe it in.
When the smoke cleared, Schertkampferin was gone. He groaned in anger, silently cursing her.
His HUD flashed and beeped off to the left of his visor. He pivoted and jumped off the roof, landing on another one in a swift action. His shirttail billowed, kept in place by a red belt that blended in with the top of his sleek suit. "Where are you?" he said to himself. His quarry was moving in all directions. Or at least that's how it appeared to be, there was no street grid here in Munich.
As he approached the edge of one building, he ran faster. He could see that his quarry was getting closer. Now he had them. He ran faster and leaped off the edge of the building. For a moment, he simply sailed through the air without anything to use. Then he pressed a button on his belt and a pack teleported onto his back. He pressed the same button and massive wings spread out and he glided down to the street.
As his boots touched the ground in the park, the pack disappeared. Now he was in Englisher Garden. There was no place for his quarry to hide now. His HUD beeped again and he found them trying to run. Immediately he broke into a run again. He pressed the button, summoning the wings again and he took off, propelled by small jets.
As soon as he found his quarry, he began to land. He could see them looking up at him as he came down right in front of them. As soon as his boots touched the ground he put his arm out to hinder their progress. "We need to talk, Schwertkampferin."
"About what?" asked the swordswoman. Her armor shone in the moonlight with an ethereal air about it. it was Elvish armor, but she was purported to be human. Bits and pieces decorated her armor and a visor covered her eyes, but her mouth could be seen. And she did not look happy.
"Your Elvish friends came after me," he said. "Why?"
"Because you interfered," she replied.
That answer was not good enough. He slammed his gloved hand against a tree, causing it to shake. "Is that all?" he asked with anger bubbling to the surface. "If this is about how I tried to help, that's utter bull****. You know as well as I do they didn't mention you one bit."
"My battle has been with the Elves," she replied. "No one else is to interfere, not even Der Hauptmann. And you of all people should know Der Hauptmann is not to be trifled with."
"I was trying to help," he said. "We're still very much alike."
"I am nothing like you," she said.
"Bull****," he replied. "We're more alike than you're willing to admit. Rumor has it your civilian form has no powers and transforms into you. It's the same with me. The only difference between us is that you use magic, I use technology. You're a swordswoman and I'm a martial artist. In the long run, we're both superheroes. Might as well help each other out, right?"
"At least I did not steal the name, coloring and stripes on my costume from an ice hockey team," she said.
"Shut it," he replied. "But if you want to play that game, fine. You're just a grown-up version of Sailor Moon, a little girl's fantasy brought to life."
"I have fought the Elves for 1,000 years," she said. "If anything, they wish to be me."
"Who, the girls? Because I can clearly see that."
"Your attempt at humor is not funny," she said. "And another thing, you claim that you are a better superhero because you never attack first? You broke your own rules when you fired your laser at the Elves. Do not tell me it was because I had already been attacked. Your attacks were unprovoked. You truly did bring this upon yourself."
Blackhawk opened his mouth (which she could see under his black helmet and visor) but he closed his mouth. He had no response. Instead he pushed off and glared at her from under his visor. "Tell them to leave me alone," he said.
"It is too late," she said. "Now that you have provoked them, they will attack all of the superheroes in Germany." She grabbed something from her armor and threw it to the ground. A large cloud erupted and Blackhawk was consumed by it. He activated his faceplate so he did not breathe it in.
When the smoke cleared, Schertkampferin was gone. He groaned in anger, silently cursing her.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Happy 4th!
Happy Fourth of July, everyone! Might as well have some fun today! Go see some fireworks, have a BBQ/grill, and LIVE FREE OR DIE!!!
Sorry, I just got into the mood. But still, you live in the first democracy in the modern world! Act like it! If you don't like what the government--local, state, or federal--TELL THEM!!! Speak your mind, you have your freedoms! No human, company or government can take them away!
Okay, enough of that. We're supposed to be having fun today, so I'll let you go and have fun.
Sorry, I just got into the mood. But still, you live in the first democracy in the modern world! Act like it! If you don't like what the government--local, state, or federal--TELL THEM!!! Speak your mind, you have your freedoms! No human, company or government can take them away!
Okay, enough of that. We're supposed to be having fun today, so I'll let you go and have fun.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Blackhawk's Fight
Tommy Driscoll, AKA "Blackhawk"--named so because his superhero costume pretty much lifted the colors and stripes of the Chicago Blackhawks--face down his Elvish enemies. His HUD beeped as he looked at his opponents; five of them. he pressed a button on the side of his helmet, making a facemask cover him up. "Stay out of our way, human," said one of the Elves. "Our battle is not with you."
"It became my battle as soon as you attacked me and the city," Blackhawk replied. Man, that felt badass!
"Get him!" said the Elf. His underlings advanced on Blackhawk. But Blackhawk stood his ground, refusing to budge even one millimeter. Swords and magic-powered energy staffs were pointed at him. One hit could short-circuit his suit and leave him vulnerable. But with his martial arts expertise, he could take them. Then an Elf lunged at him, swinging his staff at him. He blocked the staff and countered with a right straight to the Elf's face.
Now all hell broke loose and Blackhawk found himself fighting tooth-and-nail with the Elves. There was no doubt in the 22-year-old's mind they were tough. These are guys out of a fantasy novel or Norse mythology, not Santa's Little Helpers. Five Elven staffs swung in his direction, but he jumped and flipped out of the way. He landed on a table in the square and pointed his right arm at the elves. He pressed on a button on his glove and a laser cutter erupted from the glove. The elves were too fast and he didn't get a chance to block the staff that whacked him in the chest.
Though not in total pain, he still hurt from where they hit him. His teeth grit in determination and he got back up. It wasn't that bad, anyway. He glared at the elves who'd come for him. "You should have stayed away from us, young human," said the lead Elf. "But now you will face the consequences."
"I don't think so," said the superhero. He stood up, spread his legs out and prepared to take on the elves. The staff of the one to the leader's right began to glow. Blackhawk bent his legs more and prepared to strike. The Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk but in a quick move, Blackhawk jumped, spun and knocked the staff out of the Elf's hands and then finished him off with a punch to the face.
With the Elves coming at him, he didn't wast a moment, kicking an onrushing elf in the solar plexus and ducked under another one, standing up at the right time and tossed the armored Elf into one of the tables. Two down. He turned to face them and made a "Bring it" gesture.
The Elves came forward, but Blackhawk did not move. He grabbed one Elf's staff and punched him in the face and then took hold of the staff and swung it and the Elf into his comrade. A resounding "OOF" could be heard coming from the Elves and now there was one.
However this Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk and fired at his feet. The resulting explosion sent dust and dirt flying that obscured Blackhawk's vision. After jumping out of the dust he noticed the lead Elf and his underlings had disappeared. He'd won, but now he had more questions than answers.
"It became my battle as soon as you attacked me and the city," Blackhawk replied. Man, that felt badass!
"Get him!" said the Elf. His underlings advanced on Blackhawk. But Blackhawk stood his ground, refusing to budge even one millimeter. Swords and magic-powered energy staffs were pointed at him. One hit could short-circuit his suit and leave him vulnerable. But with his martial arts expertise, he could take them. Then an Elf lunged at him, swinging his staff at him. He blocked the staff and countered with a right straight to the Elf's face.
Now all hell broke loose and Blackhawk found himself fighting tooth-and-nail with the Elves. There was no doubt in the 22-year-old's mind they were tough. These are guys out of a fantasy novel or Norse mythology, not Santa's Little Helpers. Five Elven staffs swung in his direction, but he jumped and flipped out of the way. He landed on a table in the square and pointed his right arm at the elves. He pressed on a button on his glove and a laser cutter erupted from the glove. The elves were too fast and he didn't get a chance to block the staff that whacked him in the chest.
Though not in total pain, he still hurt from where they hit him. His teeth grit in determination and he got back up. It wasn't that bad, anyway. He glared at the elves who'd come for him. "You should have stayed away from us, young human," said the lead Elf. "But now you will face the consequences."
"I don't think so," said the superhero. He stood up, spread his legs out and prepared to take on the elves. The staff of the one to the leader's right began to glow. Blackhawk bent his legs more and prepared to strike. The Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk but in a quick move, Blackhawk jumped, spun and knocked the staff out of the Elf's hands and then finished him off with a punch to the face.
With the Elves coming at him, he didn't wast a moment, kicking an onrushing elf in the solar plexus and ducked under another one, standing up at the right time and tossed the armored Elf into one of the tables. Two down. He turned to face them and made a "Bring it" gesture.
The Elves came forward, but Blackhawk did not move. He grabbed one Elf's staff and punched him in the face and then took hold of the staff and swung it and the Elf into his comrade. A resounding "OOF" could be heard coming from the Elves and now there was one.
However this Elf pointed his staff at Blackhawk and fired at his feet. The resulting explosion sent dust and dirt flying that obscured Blackhawk's vision. After jumping out of the dust he noticed the lead Elf and his underlings had disappeared. He'd won, but now he had more questions than answers.
The Goal
Sweat dripped off Scott's youthful face, hitting the ice. The shaft of his stick dug into his thigh, although he couldn't feel it, what with the pads he was wearing. He watched the referee skate over to the circle where his Blackhawks teammate Andreas Badstuber stared down his Boston Bruins opponent. The opponent already had his stick on the ice. The fans kept chanting "LET'S! GO! HAWKS!" along with the organ.
Scot placed the blade of his stick on the ice. He shut the sound of the crowd out as best he could, but he could feel the palpable excitement. The referee waited for a moment while Badstuber and his opponent waited. Then referee dropped the puck. The German Badstuber fought with his opponent for a second before he passed the puck back to right winger Tom Collins.
Immediately the Bruins went into a defensive set-up while the Blackhawks spread out to look for an opening. Collins passed back to defenseman Brent Logan. Then Logan passed over to Scott on the left side. One of the Bruins moved in to cut Scott off. However, Scott shook the puck up and then juked past the Bruin defenseman.
Seeing no shot, he passed over to Collins again, who had a shot. Collins wound up and FIRED!
BLOCKED!
Scott could see the puck above his head. He reached up, knocked it down to the ice and put it on the blade of his stick. The 22-year-old American skated around and passed to Badstuber in the middle. Badstuber put a shot on goal that missed. Then Scott went back to the net and picked the puck up. On a whim, he let a wrister go on the Bruins goalie,
SCORES!!!
The United Center crowd went insane, mixed in with the blaring horn. Scott could barely hear anything, but he screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his arms in the air as his teammates skated over and hugged him. Now "Chelsea Dagger" filled the arena as they skated off the ice. Scott looked up and saw the score, 2-1 Blackhawks over the Bruins with 5 minutes to go in the second period. He settled on the bench and watched the action unfold with a now confident Blackhawks team and crowd behind them.
Scot placed the blade of his stick on the ice. He shut the sound of the crowd out as best he could, but he could feel the palpable excitement. The referee waited for a moment while Badstuber and his opponent waited. Then referee dropped the puck. The German Badstuber fought with his opponent for a second before he passed the puck back to right winger Tom Collins.
Immediately the Bruins went into a defensive set-up while the Blackhawks spread out to look for an opening. Collins passed back to defenseman Brent Logan. Then Logan passed over to Scott on the left side. One of the Bruins moved in to cut Scott off. However, Scott shook the puck up and then juked past the Bruin defenseman.
Seeing no shot, he passed over to Collins again, who had a shot. Collins wound up and FIRED!
BLOCKED!
Scott could see the puck above his head. He reached up, knocked it down to the ice and put it on the blade of his stick. The 22-year-old American skated around and passed to Badstuber in the middle. Badstuber put a shot on goal that missed. Then Scott went back to the net and picked the puck up. On a whim, he let a wrister go on the Bruins goalie,
SCORES!!!
The United Center crowd went insane, mixed in with the blaring horn. Scott could barely hear anything, but he screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his arms in the air as his teammates skated over and hugged him. Now "Chelsea Dagger" filled the arena as they skated off the ice. Scott looked up and saw the score, 2-1 Blackhawks over the Bruins with 5 minutes to go in the second period. He settled on the bench and watched the action unfold with a now confident Blackhawks team and crowd behind them.
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