The Eagles Barley Survive

Ok, I am first to admit I only saw like two minutes of this game. What I heard about this game and the “two actual minutes” I viewed after a long day of work were pathetic. Tony Romo was out. A new unproved QB was in. (Strike One) The Cowboys defense could be compared to a paper bag. (Strike Two) Nick Foles and the high scoring offense have been crushing the compation lately. In this game none of those factors proved to be true. The Cowboys defense showed up and them some. The Eagles offense just slightly outlasted the surge of the Cowboys and neither team really came to play. The few minutes of the game I did see was a tribute of trial and error. There was a 15 second clock “mismanagement” BOTH teams blew forth and short plays and when I went to the bathroom to vomit and take a bath (to cleanse my self from the fifth of this game) the teams did not perform a lot better. All I have to say about the nupcoming playoff game versus New Orleans is. Go Saints Drew should Brezze throught this lumbering Philadelphia team.

The Candy Cane Tale

The story of the Candy Cane: -It’s solid because if you build your life on Christ you have a solid foundation -It’s white because of the virgin birth of Christ - The Thin red Stripes are for the beatings he took on the cross as well as symbolic of the trinity -The thick red stripe is for the blood he shed upon the cross. -Held up right it is a shepherd’s staff -Held upside-down it is a "J" for Jesus

My First Little League Game

It May 2nd a warm summer like day in Pennsylvania. It was the day after my cousin’s weeding. I was invited up to my first little league game. The weather was warm and perfect and the sunny was shinning down on us at a Wakefield Park. The Pirates were the visitors and they played host to the Astros. There were two teams of 7 year olds (or so) and they both seemed to be having fun. The Pirates in yellow came out on top of the Astros in red. Both teams got some timely hits but it seemed to be the pirates whom always had the bases loaded and this is the team that came out on top. One Coach says the score was 14-4. Drew C of the Pirates insisted they only won by 5. I will take his word over the coach since he is good with numbers and was actually playing the game. It was a fun day at the ballpark regardless. The aforementioned Drew C. had several members in attendance including his grandmother and two cousins. We all had fun and agreed to do it again in the future.

Why Superman and Batman are 20th Century Versions of Jesus Christ

I have a theory that many people especially many Christians, may find hard to accept: The characters Superman and Batman are modern day examples of Christ's teachings: I come up with this theory because of who I am. I am a writer and a Christian and my fondness for writing comes out of the strength of my vocabulary. This strong vocabulary is a direct result of reading comic books. Christ, Superman and Batman are about 33 years in age. All three are heroes to many people, and all three have strong, noble, Biblical values for none of them has ever taken a life. The struggles you see within the pages of the Superman and Batman comics are similar to the ones read about in the New Testament. I have been a Christian now for twenty years. I have been a comic book fan since birth. Those fun little magazines have been with me since I was a child. Both in my youth and as a young teen I was a regular at my local comic book store. The first comic book hero is Superman and he was created in 1938. He was brought forth to bring light and heroism into dark times, as he was created during Great Depression. Batman was first inked one year later in 1939. Batman was written as a darker version of Superman and both comic book heroes were created by DC Comics. Superman can fly, he is virtually invulnerable and bullets can bounce of his chest. He lives in Metropolis. His alter ego is named Clark Kent and Clark works a reporter for a fictional newspaper called The Daily Planet. Batman on the other hand is a vigilante. His alter ego is named Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is a self-made millionaire who is spends his days running Wayne Industries and most of his night prowling his hometown of Gotham City. His mode of transportation is the Batmoble and he drives it in to the night. He wears his cape and cowl to bring fear and justice to the villains of Gotham city. Superman on the other hand prefers daylight to be his backdrop. His strength comes from the yellow sun and he wears no mask or disguise on his face but instead sheds the glasses he wears as Clark Kent. As a Christian there are times I feel like soaring over the bustling Metropolis of my life. On the other hand I also feel like a vigilante at times. I want to drive into Gotham City and don my cape and cowl, fighting fist to cuffs with the villains or demons in my life. The comic book pages of Superman and Batman can easily be shredded or torn. The bright reds, neon blues and hot pinks of comic book pages eventually fade. God's Light can never be diminished and the Rock Solid teachings of Jesus will crush any shredder.

Obama: A Man to Admire

I voted for Barack Obama in 2008. I liked the way he spoke. I found him to be both intelligent and well mannered. His acceptance speech solidified my way of thinking. In this speech, Mr. Obama is very professional as well as personal. He shows respect for all manners of people in different ways. This style of speech adds color to the black and white words on the page. In this acceptance speech, the newly crowned Head of State combines a good portion of personality and professionalism into his podium platform. A writer myself I admire this man. Our nation's president has written two books and writes speeches often. He also writes State of the Union speeches often. I may not always agree with what he says but I like his style. This speech is just one example of that style I admire. He has the intelligence to interweave both personality and professionalism into his style of writing. He does so from the very beginning. The opening paragraph of his speech is a healthily combination of both styles. In this first paragraph he eludes to the potential of all Americans. "Who doubts that America is a place where all things are possible...”? Mr. Obama keeps this manner of speaking consistent through out the first few paragraphs and later says. "We are, and always will be, the United States of America." It is not until the third page this speech does Mr. Obama first shows his personal side with gratitude when he speaks of his victory "I would not be standing here without the unyielding support of my best friend..." refereeing to his wife. (Michelle Obama) Here he is humble. Later Mr. Obama thanks the opposition. "I just received a very gracious call from Senator Mc Cain. " I congratulated him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved." He keeps this style of writing throughout the acceptance speech. I attempt to show such humility in my everyday walk as well as daily writings. I look up to our country's leader and support him, because Bible sayse to stand behind my leader.

How sad!

It was the night before the Messaih game and all through the lot. There was a long line of videogame geeks lined up to buy the next version of World Of War Craft. Okay, so here is the story. I was coming home from the Phillies games around midnight on Monday when I noticed a line of hoarders, or video game geeks rounding the corner of Suburban Square shopping center (or shopping center near my pad.) There was a teen named Shea (We defeted the Met’s that day by the way. ) controlling the crowd and wearing a uniform of the video game store I buy my used wii games at. I quickly surveyed the crowd, there were only two females in the lot and the rest were born in the nineties at the latest. I could assume that none of them have a life but we both know what happens when you do that. (Hi Clan) My only question to you the audience or reader(s) is what does this say about our country. Should we be afraid for the future of the youth represented in that line last night? There may be future or current politicians (Student Government counts) I realize at my ripe old age of 39. ( I won’t be 40 till December!) That I am becoming more cynical with every hour. I also realize that I am good at taking the have out of a situation and perceiving matters from an unbiased point of view. So let me ask you this question? Should I hover under the bed and look for World War III. Should I go out there and protest, protest, protest or should I simply close the article and see if there is any work to do at my job today.

Why boxing should not be considered a sport

I am for the most part a movie critic. I have written over 800 movie reviews. There for I know the cinema well, six of the movies I wrote critiques for had the word Rocky in the title. While the first film in this six film series may have on Best Picture in 1976 I feel, as a whole the film series is a total let down. By the sixth and hopefully final movie in the series I am not sure what Rocky was fighting for. His closing line in the first Oscar winning film was "Yo, Adrian I did it!" in the final film in the six film series he could not have been fighting for her. For Tilia Shire (Adrian) was not even on the cast list. To me boxing is simply a form of glamorized fighting. Two men stand in the middle of a ring (which is rectangular bye the way) and continue to jab and poke at each other till one is "knocked out" or simply falls to the ground for a total of ten seconds. The man left standing is considered the winner. The winner of six creaked ribs, two black eyes and a bloody left fist. I don’t see the prize here. The actual or extrinsic prize is a big gold belt that can never or should never be worn outside the secluded stadium. Mike Tyson him self admitted recently that unlike a Hall of Fame Line backer who said he would always help up the victim he tackled after “The Hit” that a boxer does not want his opponent to come back up. “You learn to keep puling your opponent till you see the life go out of his eyes” He told an undisclosed morning news show host that “you do not want your opponent to come back up!” He later went to inform the home viewing audience that when a boxer fights he doss not do show as an individual but as a ‘son’ or a ‘husband’ or some other beloved member of the family. This is ironic for I always beloved your were supposed to love your family and honor them with kindness and gentleness and respect not use them as foster to pummel the snot out of the person in front of you.

Christianity in Many Ways is Insulting

Is that title an attention grabber or what? Before I offend you let me first point out that I recently spent a little over one year, on staff on a newspaper at a local Christian university. I have been involved in many churches, in several states and have considered myself “saved’ since high school. I am now 39 years old. In my first paragraph alone you see controversy. The term ‘saved’ is extremely insulting. If Christians are humble, quiet, and non-reserved. The term saved therefore is outrageously insulting. I have found that certain beliefs that are devout to some churches are considered blasphemy to another church just down the street or perhaps right next door. This is sad! If God is the God of “all people great and small” then why are so many people offended by what is seen as “Gospel Truth” in one building, yet cursed, and ridiculed in another? For my next point let’s look at the two biggest holidays on the Christian / American pop culture calendar. These holidays are Easter and Christmas. Every pastor I know questions our church or society as to the date of the first. (aka Easter) They always say something along the line of… “Simply throw a dart at the calendar to determine when Easter is.” The date and celebration of the second and better known of these aforementioned holidays (aka Christmas) is even more absurd. It is thrown into the calendar to counter act Hanukah. If you ask most Jewish people Hanukah is not a major religious holiday. It is simple “recognized because of the fact that is around the same time of year a Christmas. December 25th to me is simply now the day after my birthday. If our (American) calendar starts off with the birth of Christ then how the yuck is Christmas (aka the birth of Christ) celebrated one the first day of the 52nd week of a 52 week calendar. Does not B.C. stand for Before Christ? I mentioned before I have been a part on many churches and they all point out that this is to counter acts an already existing “more evil” religious holiday that already existed at the time the date was appointed to the calendar. Is that not like the TV adds or commercials that are attempting to point out that they are they are “Better than the Leading Brand!” If your product so much better should that product not be the leading brand? It is just a thought. The last and perhaps biggest peeve I have about Christianity is that. Only Christians go to Heaven. How deplorable is this concept! If you take the terms “Heaven” and “Hell” out of the Bible or Church. The first is always a compliment the second is forever an insult. If Christians are supposed to be humble, considerate, and loving towards all then is this very concept not the biggest oxymoron in human history. In case you have not figured it out yet my mother brought me up to question authority. My sister to this day reinforces the concept of doing your own research and don’t simply take what you are told for granted. If you want to be an individual on to yourself then put your money where your mouth is and don’t take ANYTHING lying down.

Is This A Sign?

It was the night before the Messaih game and all through the lot. There was a long line of videogame geeks lined up to buy the next version of #$#@... Okay, so here is the story. I was coming home from the Phillies games around midnight on Monday when I noticed a line of hoarders, or video game geeks rounding the corner of Suburban Square shopping center (or shopping center near my pad.) There was a teen named Shea (The Mets were in town by the way. ) controlling the crowd and wearing a uniform of the video game store I buy my used wii games at. I quickly surveyed the crowd, there were only two females in the lot and the rest were born in the nineties at the latest. I could assume that none of them have a life but we both know what happens when you do that. (Hi Clan) My only question to you the audience or reader(s) is what does this say about our country. Should we be afraid for the future of the youth represented in that line last night? There may be future or current politicians (Student Government counts) I realize at my ripe old age of 39. ( I won’t be 40 till December!) That I am becoming more cynical with every hour. I also realize that I am good at taking the have out of a situation and perceiving matters from an unbiased point of view. So let me ask you this question? Should I hover under the bed and look for World War III. Should I go out there and protest, protest, protest or should I simply close the article and see if there is any work to do at Peppercorn’s today.

My Best Friend Ed.

When Ed and I first me about five to six years ago I was living on my own in West Chester. I was still recovering from my mother’s 2001 death. I was suffering from overwhelming anxiety at the time and had no social life to speak of. Now I am living on the main line, working at the best job I’ve ever had in my life and even enrolled in Eastern University. Ed has been with me through all this and while I am not claiming that his friendship is the main cause of my recovery. I am claiming him to be a consistent cog in the machine that got me to where I am today. My hobby is writing movie reviews so I was asked to write this article. I am up to 830 movie reviews (written mostly in the past three years) and post them up online on my blogspot almost every day. My major at Eastern is Journalism and I am already published in the school newspaper. Ed has been my most consistent fan through the years of not only my wring but also all my attempts to improve myself. While we do not meet as often as we wish we get along like gangbusters when we do met. We seem to agree on almost everything and even have the same sense of humor. Often we will just talk on the phone but I look forward to our conversations nonetheless. Our friendship has gotten stronger over the years and I even go as far as using him as a personal reference on my job applications. He claims to get as much out of our friendship as I do. I don’t know where I’d be with out him and value our friendship as if it were gold. I only hop others get as much out of their friendship with their compeer friends as I do with mine.

The Diabolical Brutus Cain

Married to Lady Samantha Sweetwater She is a dancer Billionaire landowner Immortal believes him self to be invulnerable He is A Barron Super strong Amalgam version of Cain and Brutus Created in Lab like Frankenstein’s monster Cursed with immortality after watching his wife die and not able to do anything about it In a wheel chair at time of tragedy He never sleeps He is intelligent but psychotic He wears a mask to cover hideous burns on face Determined to end world so everyone is miserable.

Let Go and Let God

As Children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God, because He was my Friend. But then ,instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own . At last I snatched them back and cried, "How could you be so slow?" "My child," He said "what could I do? You never did let go." Author Unknown

Christmas Memories

It is Christmas 2008. My 35th year on the planet. Yesterday was my birthday I had a lot of fun. This expose is a article on the best Christmas presents I’ve ever received or given on such a festive day. Presents I’ve Given: The most fun present I gave was fun because of the hints I attempted to give my sitter to help her differ the contents of the poorly wrapped morsel. The gift in question was a black and white autograph style photograph of a very famous actor. I bought it at the Granite Run Mall. It was a picture of a man my sister’s currently devote and all too cherished man. He was dressed in Star Wars garb and donning the smile of Han Solo. I kept repeating “I know” what the gift is. Attempting, rather poorly, to put obvious accent on the word choice of “I know”. The elusion was to his final line in my favorite movie scene accompanied by my beloved score, and delivered in top notch dead pan method. I obviously failed miserably to mimic the young space pirate because Christina was completely clueless as the contents of the still wrapped package. Adding further more to my seemingly piss pore movie mimicking ability. She hadn’t a clue as to what I was eluding to so many times since I bought it on thanksgiving day weekend. The best gifts received: These are the ones you don’t expect to get in the first place. For instance on year I was given a shot glass and alligator key chain form a very beautiful young girl at work (UPS) She was engaged to another man but gave me some thing because I surprised her with a gift certificate the day before. The startling young lady in question was betroved. The lucky man was named Matthew (or Matt) she spoke of him often and even on one day refused to speak to me or even look at me because of my name. Another gift I still have and which remains near to me to this very day. Is the mask adorned above every door way of every main entrance I ever entered since Stacey gave it to me so many year ago. My all time unexpected gift was a totem pole looking mask. A lot has happened since I opened my cherished prize. Stacey (the source of the gift) has met her husband and got married. Just don’t ask where she met him and we will be fine. Oh yea, by all means don’t ask her her married name or you may have conniptions. Just let me sat that I tell the story to people every year at the 1st week of June and people are always astonished in awe. The best gift I ever received: It was a trip to the local laser tag or Photon studio. For those of you are in the dark; photon was all the rage in the 80’s it was the most popular sensation at the time and the thing to do if you were an anybody. Alas, with my rotten luck the palace burnt down due to a cigarette or electrical fire or something. We never did defer the truth of the whole scenario. My sister got an alleged gift certificate or claimed she was going to. I cant remember all the details it was long time ago in galaxy far uh never mind. Just yesterday I got an amazing 21st Century present. It is a photo via Facebook of my friend and namesake. Matt Osteen and Kara Davis (sharp dresser) were arm and arm. I was asked to join in. I must put that down as new profile pic as soon as I’m done writing down this new “journal” entry. My most cherished Christmas memories: One comes immediately to mind a young 4 yr old running into his grand mothers (my Aunt) screaming “where is the birthday boy.” I was at the door as he entered. The best over all Christmas memory: I must say it is the one I’m living right now. I am overwhelmingly satisfied with my life. I have found a fantastic church a great job and some wonderful friends both through church and both jobs to boot. There are others (sources of friends) so. But lets not go into too much detail. I got the most wonderfully thoughtful and appropriate gift this year for my birthday ( a whole day before) it was a Office ware filling box. The tabs were in order of movie categories it was to file my many movie review in. I put a few in there today. I have a system I transfer them to my new Microsoft Office, E-mail the file to my G-mail account and print them free of charge on the office PCs. I even met a skinny young lady doing so. Her name was Kym with a “Y”. I may be back Monday morning.

The Voyage of the 29th

It was the Best of Times it was the worst of Times, You can Call me Ishmael, a long time ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away, Nah none of those work, They all have that been there done that before feeling, Besides that they are plagiarism. I mean after all I don’t want to sue me on my first Novel. I like to make things my own so I‘ll therefore create my own unique opening. I’m not saying it will be as epic as any of those last three but I like it anyway. Who know I could be the next Steven King, Heck I’ll even settle for Stephanie Myers (we are after all the same age) either way both authors are known for babbling on (like this opening paragraph) and on in their writings and both quite frankly are rather horrifying. Ok here it I after a long wait my not so opening paragraph. I remember when my family doubles in size over night. It was actually before I was born, 27 years before I was born if you want to get fancy. That is right I am 37 soon. That will mark the 65th anniveary of the date I am and have been refereeing too through out this entire opening. If that fact and that fact alone bring about the end of the world does not bring the end to the world as eluded o in the Mayan calendars (hi George) I don’t know what wiill. I mean seriously if the world can out live the 65th anniversary of the 1st ever meeting between our two co vacationing clans. Let me explain what I mean by that you are probably saying o yourself who the Hell are these two families. They are names of my two families. Not my wife family and mine. (I am after all single at age 37.) They are not even the names of my Fathers family and my mothers. My last name is obviously Di Zebba. You can see that on the opening page. (or book cover If I ever get published) They are the names of my mother’s family and my other family. Since my parents were divorced before I turn 4. I don’t really consider the Dorinson my family. I say this for several reasons. My parents were drastically different in age. (13 years to be exact. There is another scary sttitis or fact the 13-year difference in my parents’ age along with the fact they are divorced. Witch may be the reason they got divorced tin the first place.

My First Crush.

I was in sixth grade the first time in your life when you realize girls aren't icky but instead get an entirely different story when you are around them. The object of my affection was Kelli Harmon. She had long brown hair blue eyes and a very thick southern accent. It was the kind of accent that would either turn you off or make you melt. For me the latter was the affect. I was very shy at that time and didn't really have the cuts to tell her how I felt about her. Everybody else in the sixth grade knew it though so did a few of the teachers and staff members. The two most important people who knew were my rival Eric Burrwell and Jamie Cox Kelli's best friend. I told Jamie of my crush on Kelli because I knew I could trust her, and also because she was always to talk to. Jamie is not the one who blew my secret, it instead was Eric Burrwell. He told Kelli one day of my crush. He did it right in front of me making no attempt to be the least bit subtle about it. That through was not the most crushing blow. For Kelli handled it well and we became the best of friends. The more embarrassing situation happened when I wanted to improve my friendship with Kelli to something more. Whatever that was in the sixth grade. I taped one of my favorite love songs for her and brought it to school. I was going to give it to her in history class the only class we had together that year. History class was right after lunch. That was the longest morning of my life. The tape I made never got to her. I left it in my book bag before lunch. I was to hungry to remember to take the tape out of my bag, and to young to think to give it to her during lunch. Eric Burrwell however did not forget about the tape. He stole it from my book bag and turned it in to Ms. Harris. Who promptly played it to the entire class during lunch. She said it had no place in school and that she did it to teach me a lesson I however strongly disagreed. Kelli never spoke to me again. She ignored me for the rest of the school year. She didn't return my phone calls she even stopped talking to Jamie for the role she played in our friendship. The following year we went to different schools I never saw Kelli again.

A Triple Murder Score

Three Discovered Dead at Local Store By: Morris Walker Trumpeter Writer It was a wild and ironic scene at a local grocery story last evening. There were at least three employees found dead at the scene, as others remain unaccounted for. Officer R.J. Wild was first to respond to multiple 911 calls made late last evening. When Officer Wild came on to the scene it was apparent things had gone very, very, wrong. "All I know is the shit hit the fan and things got out of hand before I got there." While reports are unclear it seems like the bodies of William "Iceman" Heart, Heathcliff Jon Westwing as well as possible murdre Morris Walker were shot time and time again as a lone gunman opened fire in his home store. The name behind this alleged assailant is rumored to be that of Morris Walker (No Shit Tech) and recently named Best Bagger in District 9. "We are still not sure if it was a dispute over a bagging contest or if Mr. Heart just said something to infuriate the alleged assailant." says A. Kullolli crime scene investigator for people who don’t know any better. " I feel like I know these people for some reason." The order of the shots is still unclear. All investigators know is Walker opened fire on himself after making swiss cheese out of his other two cohorts. That is right, Swiss Cheese much like the product sold in this store’s corner deli. The bodies of both Heart and Westwing were riddled with bullet holes and found dead in two different sections of the store late last night. While Heart's body was found near register "2". Westwing was discovered in the back of store crawled up into a human ball near produce section's emergency exit. Police can only surmise that he was headed for back door without realizing the door in question was bolted close. A small cart was found mere inches away from the victim’s body and Mr. Westwing's possessions lay within this cart. Investigators can only assume why there were so many footprints found in a circle near this crime scene. With three dead and several more unaccounted for it seems like it may be some time before "The Truth" can be uncovered.

My Dream in Early March!

A newlywed husband gets into the back seat of a mint green car. He has in his hands four cups of coffee. He is is talking as he opens the back door. “I told you weren't going to get anywhere honey.” The traffic is at a standstill.” He then looks to the front of the car. “You’re not my wife! What happened?!” Some lady just changed lanes into the fast lane without looking she was instanonisly hit. The ambulance just carried her off seconds ago.” The passenger said. The husband panics and realized the driver in question had to be his wife. He grabs the cell phone and calls 911. He gives his wife's name the year model and color of the car and even what mile marker they are on on the highway in question. The receptionist tells him his wife is still in transit. They don’t know anything and his best course of action would be to come down to the hospital right away. The car he’s now riding in is being driven by a young man and his wife in the passenger seat. The husband/ driver explains that where he has to go is just as important as his wife’s accident and that he can’t possibly he take him to the hospital. The protagonist of the dream proceeds to tell the driver how wonderful his wife is. He describes beauty and then tells of all her charity work . The entire time he realizes that he is getting further and further the hospital. His wives’ life on the line he knows time is precious and that he must turn around. .

Ten Forward

Guinan’s Guide to Ten Forward Regiurments: (These are a must!) 1 card face up = Starter 10 cards face down (2 rows of five.) 3 card hand (face down) Ace High First Rule: You must say out loud “Higher” or “Lower” before turing over next card on the table. Terms (Thou shall not be broken!) Expose Pile: Cards seen face up or exposed while playing the game. This includes any cards seen by accident or turned over in “by accident”. You may use a card from your hand at anytime if you don't like the 'face up' card you are looking at. If you run out of cards in hand and yada yada yada you lose. If the same cars comes up three ties in a row (aka three 7s) you simply move on to next card. It is a free pass or a give. Push = Two identical card in a row (Ex: 10 of hearts & 10 of spades.) Dicard Pile = All seen or exposed cards. This includes card that one may have seen or accidenty flipped over whist playing. This requires a new card from your hand. Futher regualtions or more rules Do not reshuffle “used” or Expose pile. If you have any card left over in deck, you win. Yell “Whoopi” and have a drink!