and so her story continues...
Patience is back in her room, back to the world she knows so well, back to the 12:01 a minute past her birthday to the world known as reality.
"hmmm.." Patience told her puppy named Slow, "i wonder if im going to see Jeremy tomorrow... waddaya think Slow?" Slow wimpered and licked her nose. "i guess we'll just see about that. guh-night Slow" the Patience kissed Slow on the head.
then she rolled over to her side to see the stars outside her window, "goodnight jeremy..." she whispered to the endless see of stars. and she closed her eyes to sleep.
her dreams were filled with patience(the virtue) and Patience was everything patient! Patience rolled over her bed partially screaming at her birthday nightmare, a nightmare about waiting.
she woke up with beads of sweat and eyes full of tears. apparantly "waiting is... TERRIFYING!!" she shouted to the world.
(this is an update but an unfinished update... sorry guys for my)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Short Story About A Girl Named 'Patience' (part 1)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was known as Patience. She was anything but patient. She just turned 16 and sought to leave her childhood behind by living up to her name. As the clock struck 11:59pm the night before her birthday, all she could think about was... "it's almost time.. don't worry, it'll come. no need to rush.." she gritted her teeth as she pushed back all feelings of hurry, deep into the threshhold of her soul. Then she forgot about everything and as soon as the clock struck 12, all she could think about was..."Jeremy" and when the clock stopped chiming, then she realized, "Hey! wait a minute!? i missed my birthday!!!! NOOO im a minute too late!!!!!.... oh well, at least im not IM-Patience anymore HEHE."
And so her story continues.
The boy named Jeremy lived 14 blocks downhill, away from Patience' house, and the story of how they met was somewhat tragic. Patience was 15 years, 11 months, 30 days and 15 hours old when she met this dashing young 17 year, 5 month, 13 day and 2 hour old boy. Patience was running her chores, and the next on her daily list was to deliver a bundle of grain to the Willard's house, which was 12 blocks downhill from her house. She rode her trusty Rusty bike that had a basket on the handle, down the hill. She saw the 2-light traffic light, that was 8 blocks away, that showed green. To the right, she saw a truck coming slow on the road that would intresect with her's. "I can make it!" her impatience grew hot. "i have 15seconds to cross that intersection before that truck... i cant wait to finish this already... i hate waiting!" then she sped all the way down the hill with all the thigh power she had. "13...12.....10.......PEDAL FASTER!!!!" she told herself as she got nearer and nearer to the traffic light. "3....2..." then the light changed red and the truck was 24inches, with a velocity of 102MPH, from her as she sped past the intersection safely. " YESSS!!!" she shouted. With her speed she let the her feet free of the bike's pedals as her speed was too much for the bike's rusty breaks to control. she was speeding past the 9th, 10th, and 11th blocks but her speed did not waver. she was starting to worry when the past the 10th and now she could no longer control the bike, all she could do now was shout "OH SH*T!!!! " then she covered her mouth with both her hands the instant she said that FOUL, FORBIDDEN word. Her eyes widened as she realized that the bike was out of control when she let go of the handle and.. CRASH! Her bike went full stop when it hit a metal picket fence that threw her flying in the air. She landed on a bed of dried autumn leaves not far from the fence. She lost consciousness.
When she came-to, the first thing she saw was a blurred vision of a blond-haired angel who spoke with an unfamiliar but musical baritone voice, "Are you ok?". Her vision cleared and what she saw was not an angel but a handsome young man with a patrician nose and curly blond hair, that was NOT her type at all. She got up and dusted herself of the leaves. The boy said "i heard a scream and i ran out of my house when i saw you fly from my fence to this pile of leaves. Are you ok?" his eyes were emerald green and lips of cherry blossom and and height of about 6'4" and cheeks as high as Brad Pitt's. "I'm fine thanks.. I'm patience." she handed out her hand to him. His eyes widened as he took her hand "and im Jeremy" He smiled to her with pearly white teeth. all she did was show him a quick smile and ran to her bike. "I think you're hurt, you shouldn't ride your bike yet." he shouted as she broke her run with a false limp on her right because she realized ("This boy is quite handsome, and caring... i should make him mine.. even though he's not my type.") she smiled to herself as she heard him run to her side. "Where are you headed? i shall take you there." he declared with a mighty display of golden chest-hair. She faced him and said, "Up the hill, Good sir."she got to her bike and tried to ride it."Nonesense, call me Jeremy. don't ride the bike. I can see that you have a limp, so i shall carry you on my back." She raised her brow and thought ("this guy's such a player.. and this is going to make me wait, but what can i do? i'm a damsel in distress and my prince, whose not my type, has come to save me.") she chuckled at her thought. "alright, Jeremy. 2 blocks up the hill we go." and she hopped on his back, he held up the the bike and walked alongside it as it rolled while he dragged it and started up the hill with patience(the virtue) riding the trusty rusty bike alongside them.
TO BE CONTINUED.... dum dum dum dummmmmmmm
And so her story continues.
The boy named Jeremy lived 14 blocks downhill, away from Patience' house, and the story of how they met was somewhat tragic. Patience was 15 years, 11 months, 30 days and 15 hours old when she met this dashing young 17 year, 5 month, 13 day and 2 hour old boy. Patience was running her chores, and the next on her daily list was to deliver a bundle of grain to the Willard's house, which was 12 blocks downhill from her house. She rode her trusty Rusty bike that had a basket on the handle, down the hill. She saw the 2-light traffic light, that was 8 blocks away, that showed green. To the right, she saw a truck coming slow on the road that would intresect with her's. "I can make it!" her impatience grew hot. "i have 15seconds to cross that intersection before that truck... i cant wait to finish this already... i hate waiting!" then she sped all the way down the hill with all the thigh power she had. "13...12.....10.......PEDAL FASTER!!!!" she told herself as she got nearer and nearer to the traffic light. "3....2..." then the light changed red and the truck was 24inches, with a velocity of 102MPH, from her as she sped past the intersection safely. " YESSS!!!" she shouted. With her speed she let the her feet free of the bike's pedals as her speed was too much for the bike's rusty breaks to control. she was speeding past the 9th, 10th, and 11th blocks but her speed did not waver. she was starting to worry when the past the 10th and now she could no longer control the bike, all she could do now was shout "OH SH*T!!!! " then she covered her mouth with both her hands the instant she said that FOUL, FORBIDDEN word. Her eyes widened as she realized that the bike was out of control when she let go of the handle and.. CRASH! Her bike went full stop when it hit a metal picket fence that threw her flying in the air. She landed on a bed of dried autumn leaves not far from the fence. She lost consciousness.
When she came-to, the first thing she saw was a blurred vision of a blond-haired angel who spoke with an unfamiliar but musical baritone voice, "Are you ok?". Her vision cleared and what she saw was not an angel but a handsome young man with a patrician nose and curly blond hair, that was NOT her type at all. She got up and dusted herself of the leaves. The boy said "i heard a scream and i ran out of my house when i saw you fly from my fence to this pile of leaves. Are you ok?" his eyes were emerald green and lips of cherry blossom and and height of about 6'4" and cheeks as high as Brad Pitt's. "I'm fine thanks.. I'm patience." she handed out her hand to him. His eyes widened as he took her hand "and im Jeremy" He smiled to her with pearly white teeth. all she did was show him a quick smile and ran to her bike. "I think you're hurt, you shouldn't ride your bike yet." he shouted as she broke her run with a false limp on her right because she realized ("This boy is quite handsome, and caring... i should make him mine.. even though he's not my type.") she smiled to herself as she heard him run to her side. "Where are you headed? i shall take you there." he declared with a mighty display of golden chest-hair. She faced him and said, "Up the hill, Good sir."she got to her bike and tried to ride it."Nonesense, call me Jeremy. don't ride the bike. I can see that you have a limp, so i shall carry you on my back." She raised her brow and thought ("this guy's such a player.. and this is going to make me wait, but what can i do? i'm a damsel in distress and my prince, whose not my type, has come to save me.") she chuckled at her thought. "alright, Jeremy. 2 blocks up the hill we go." and she hopped on his back, he held up the the bike and walked alongside it as it rolled while he dragged it and started up the hill with patience(the virtue) riding the trusty rusty bike alongside them.
TO BE CONTINUED.... dum dum dum dummmmmmmm
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Not D.B. Cooper's parachute
FBI: Parachute isn't hijacker Cooper's
By GENE JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer
April 2, 2008
SEATTLE - A tangled, torn parachute found buried last month last month is not the one used by plane hijacker D.B. Cooper when he bailed out of a plane over the Pacific Northwest, the FBI said Tuesday. Investigators reached that conclusion after speaking with parachute experts, including Earl Cossey, who packed the chutes provided to Cooper that rainy November night in 1971.
ADVERTISEMENT "From the best we could learn from the people we spoke to, it just didn't look like it was the right kind of parachute in any way," said FBI spokeswoman Robbie Burroughs.
Further digging at the site in southwestern Washington turned up no indication that it could have been Cooper's, she added.
A man calling himself Dan Cooper — later mistakenly identified as D.B. Cooper — hijacked a Northwest Orient passenger jet from Portland, Ore., to Seattle on Nov. 24, 1971.
At Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, he released the passengers in exchange for $200,000 and four parachutes and asked to be flown to Mexico. He jumped out the back of the plane somewhere near the Oregon line.
Some of the cash has been found, but his fate is unknown, and investigators doubt he survived.
Children playing near a recently graded road found the parachute, and they urged their father to call the FBI because they had seen recent news stories about Cooper's case. The parachute was the right color, and the location was in the middle of what could have been Cooper's landing zone.
That got the attention of FBI agent Larry Carr, who drove to the site to see the find for himself.
But Cossey told Carr that Cooper's parachute was made of nylon. The one the children found was made of silk and did not feature a harness container. Cossey sold parachutes at a skydiving operation in Issaquah in the 1970s.
Cossey has been through the drill before; this is the third time the FBI has asked him to examine parachutes to see whether they might have been Cooper's.
One chute found long ago — he couldn't remember when — was just a "pilot chute," used to pull the main chute out of the pack. The other time, in 1988, it was a parachute found by a Columbia River diver seeking clues to Cooper's fate.
"They keep bringing me garbage," Cossey said. "Every time they find squat, they bring it out and open their trunk and say, 'Is that it?' and I say, 'Nope, go away.' Then a few years later they come back."
Cossey, though sounding cantakerous, appeared to relish the spotlight Tuesday. He answered his cell phone with "D.B. Cooper" and said he got a kick out of telling some reporters that the parachute was, in fact, the hijacker's.
One reporter called him back angrily, saying he could be fired for writing a false story, but another said the newsroom enjoyed the April Fool's joke.
"I'm getting mixed reviews," Cossey said. "But I'm having fun with it; what the heck."
By GENE JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer
April 2, 2008
SEATTLE - A tangled, torn parachute found buried last month last month is not the one used by plane hijacker D.B. Cooper when he bailed out of a plane over the Pacific Northwest, the FBI said Tuesday. Investigators reached that conclusion after speaking with parachute experts, including Earl Cossey, who packed the chutes provided to Cooper that rainy November night in 1971.
ADVERTISEMENT "From the best we could learn from the people we spoke to, it just didn't look like it was the right kind of parachute in any way," said FBI spokeswoman Robbie Burroughs.
Further digging at the site in southwestern Washington turned up no indication that it could have been Cooper's, she added.
A man calling himself Dan Cooper — later mistakenly identified as D.B. Cooper — hijacked a Northwest Orient passenger jet from Portland, Ore., to Seattle on Nov. 24, 1971.
At Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, he released the passengers in exchange for $200,000 and four parachutes and asked to be flown to Mexico. He jumped out the back of the plane somewhere near the Oregon line.
Some of the cash has been found, but his fate is unknown, and investigators doubt he survived.
Children playing near a recently graded road found the parachute, and they urged their father to call the FBI because they had seen recent news stories about Cooper's case. The parachute was the right color, and the location was in the middle of what could have been Cooper's landing zone.
That got the attention of FBI agent Larry Carr, who drove to the site to see the find for himself.
But Cossey told Carr that Cooper's parachute was made of nylon. The one the children found was made of silk and did not feature a harness container. Cossey sold parachutes at a skydiving operation in Issaquah in the 1970s.
Cossey has been through the drill before; this is the third time the FBI has asked him to examine parachutes to see whether they might have been Cooper's.
One chute found long ago — he couldn't remember when — was just a "pilot chute," used to pull the main chute out of the pack. The other time, in 1988, it was a parachute found by a Columbia River diver seeking clues to Cooper's fate.
"They keep bringing me garbage," Cossey said. "Every time they find squat, they bring it out and open their trunk and say, 'Is that it?' and I say, 'Nope, go away.' Then a few years later they come back."
Cossey, though sounding cantakerous, appeared to relish the spotlight Tuesday. He answered his cell phone with "D.B. Cooper" and said he got a kick out of telling some reporters that the parachute was, in fact, the hijacker's.
One reporter called him back angrily, saying he could be fired for writing a false story, but another said the newsroom enjoyed the April Fool's joke.
"I'm getting mixed reviews," Cossey said. "But I'm having fun with it; what the heck."
Saturday, March 29, 2008
D.B. Cooper found?
He was last seen jumping out of a Boeing jet in 1971. But ever since it was announced Wednesday that an old parachute found in Amboy, Wash., may be his, renewed interest in this skyjacker has soared in search. Nothing drives our curiosity like a possible break in an unsolved caper.
Who was D.B. Cooper?
Who was D.B. Cooper?
The particulars of D.B. Cooper's clever airborne crime and daredevil getaway have been pondered, picked over and recapitulated for three decades now.
In 1971, D.B. Cooper hijacked and threatened to blow up an airliner, extorted $200,000 from its owner, Northwest Orient, then leaped from the airborne 727 with 21 pounds of $20 bills strapped to his torso.
He was never seen again—dead or alive. The crime was perfect if he lived, perfectly crazy if he didn't.
In either case, D.B. Cooper's nom de crime—no one knows his real name—may be the most recognized alias among western felons since Jack the Ripper.
Everyone from dour G-men to giddy amateur sleuths have pored over the details, hoping to wheedle a resolution out of some overlooked aspect, as though a clue concealed in the holdup's hieroglyph of facts might lead to an a-ha!, a la Inspector Clouseau.
Yet the case remains unsolved more than 30 years later, and D. B. Cooper has become the Bigfoot of crime, evading one of the most extensive and expensive American manhunts of the 20th century. The whereabouts of the man (or his remains) is one of the great crime mysteries of our time.
Of course, the annals of wrongdoing are stuffed with titillating unsolved cases, from London's notorious ripper in the 1880s to the Black Dahlia murder of an aspiring actress in Los Angeles in 1947 to the befuddling murder—and muddled investigation—of little Jon Benet Ramsey in 1997 in Boulder, Colo.
But D.B. Cooper's crime was different. First, no innocent bystander was injured, although law enforcers argue that he put several dozen lives at risk.
There was modest collateral damage to Northwest Orient's bottom line, and the FBI's swollen ego was bruised to the bone. Cooper pulled his buccaneering swipe in the twilight of the 47-year tenure of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, who died not long after the hijacking. The director no doubt went to his grave with teeth gritted over his agency's inability, in this case, to get their man.
Cooper's crime also was unusual in that it helped rally critical support for sweeping air travel security initiatives, including passenger screening. Until D. B. Cooper's skydive, it was entirely possible to walk aboard a jet carrying a bomb.
Most law-abiders react with revulsion to violent criminals, with disgust to extortionists, and with a tsk-tsk to the preponderate larcenies that fill crime blotters in police stations across
Yet Cooper induced more smiles than frowns.
Hijackings became more violent and less palatable as the 1970s wore on, and the destruction of September 11, 2001, makes any such act seem evil.
But D. B. Cooper's crime was of its time, the early 1970s, when antisocial behavior had cache. Many Americans commended his moxie. He was celebrated in a song, film and books. He managed to tweak J. Edgar Hoover's nose and finagle a bag of loot from a big corporation. He was Robin Hood for tie-dyed longhairs—and not a few wearers of more traditional attire.
But did D. B. Cooper get away with it? No one can say for certain. We do know that he could have survived the dangerous nighttime skydive because Cooper's caper, like a crime science experiment, was replicated with complete success by a copycat aerial clip artist just months later. That hijacker hit the ground safely, although the mimic ultimately paid dearly. The copycat case also spawned a controversial theory about the fate of Dan Cooper.
Coincidentally, Cooper himself probably copied a similar hijacking that occurred two weeks before his endeavor.
Many others have tried variations on the airline extortion technique—generally with less success. Some have "splattered," as law enforcers like to say. FBI investigators believe Cooper probably met that fate—a fatal kiss of the ground. But their opinion is far from unanimous.
Books by a half-dozen authors, including three separate tomes by ex-FBI agents, have posited theories—some serious, some spurious—about what happened to Cooper. Several men have stepped forward claiming to be Cooper, although none convincingly so. Some believe Cooper is alive and well and living on a beach in
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
don't you just hate it when:
SITUATION #1:
you're getting to the good part of your DREAM and suddenly!
the alarm rings!!!!
or someone wakes you up!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
SITUATION #2:
you're getting to the good part of a MOVIE and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
SITUATION #3:
you're getting to the good part of your VIDEO GAME and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
or its dinner time!!!!
** if you'd like to add something, just comment on this post ;p
you're getting to the good part of your DREAM and suddenly!
the alarm rings!!!!
or someone wakes you up!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
SITUATION #2:
you're getting to the good part of a MOVIE and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
SITUATION #3:
you're getting to the good part of your VIDEO GAME and suddenly!
someone knocks on the door!!!! (makes you hit on pause and get the door)
or the power turns off!!!!
or the toilet's calling your bladder!!!!
or its dinner time!!!!
** if you'd like to add something, just comment on this post ;p
cool! Ledger's new movie's coming out without him
Trio Steps in for Ledger
Feb. 17, 2008, 3:40 PM EST
Depp, Law and Farrell join Gilliam's "Parnassus"
By Stuart Oldham
Variety
Terry Gilliam's "The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus" has been saved from cinematic doom, according to Ain't It Cool News.
Despite the tragic death of pic's star Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Jude Law, and Colin Farrell have all signed on to play Ledger's character, 'Tony,' in the film.
"Parnassus," which is being produced by William Vince ("Capote"), Amy Gilliam and Samuel Hadida's banner, was shooting in London when Ledger died from an accidental overdose January 22nd.
Ledger's character is transported into three separate dimensions in the fantasy pic; these new worlds, which Ledger accesses via a paranormal mirror, will now be inhabitated by Depp, Law, and Farrell.
No word yet on when production will resume but the film is on board for a 2009 release and is skedded to be shopped around at AFM by Mandate Int'l.
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