In honor of Scott

A
- Available: Nope, not even close.
- Age: 24
- Annoyance: People who think potted plants double as trash bins.
- Animal: Grey Fox, Black Hawk

B
- Beer: Stinks, really.  How do people drink it?
- Birthday: 13 June 1986
- Best Friend: Scott
- Blind or Deaf: um... is this asking me to choose?  Or asking if either is true?
- Best weather: Jacket weather, no doubt.  Rain if you've got it.
- Been in Love: Yep.
- Believe in Santa: Always.

C
- Candy: Not a big fan of it, but I do like the occasional Bit o' Honey or Starburst.
- Color: Grey Blue.
- Chocolate/Vanilla: Chocolate
- Chinese/Mexican Food: Mexican by far.
- Cake or pie: Cake?  I guess?
- Continent to visit: Europe probably.
- Cheese: Pepper Jack

D
- Day or Night: Night
- Dancing in the rain: I'd be too afraid of slipping and breaking something.  Besides, rain is for sitting in, not dancing in.

E
- Eyes: Light Brown
- Everyone's got: Snot
- Ever failed a class: Yep, a few, though they may have counted as Incomplete...

F
- First thoughts waking up: Must... urinate...
- Food: Can't say no to eggs.

G
- Greatest Fear: um... can't think of it right now.
- Goals: I believe the correct term is "Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-al!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
- Gum: Polar Ice or its equivalent
- Get along with your parents: Mostly

H
- Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black/Red
- Height: 6'3"
- Happy: Well enough off.
- Holiday: Halloween
- How do you want to die: As an old man underneath a tipped over vending machine.
- Ice Cream: Chocolate, just chocolate.
- Instrument: Started many, mastered none.

J
- Jewelry: At any given time, generally one paracord bracelet, sometimes two, a black beaded necklace, and a ring.
- Job: Front Desk Clerk and Weekend Auditor at a hotel.

K
- Kids: Sometimes need a glare, sometimes need to practice somersaults and learn the finer points of hopping like a frog
- Kick boxing or karate: hmm... karate, figure it's a more balanced martial art.  Am I wrong?
- Keep a journal:  Have a few, they all end about halfway through.  Like most of my fiction writing.

L
- Love: Believe in it.
- Laughed so hard you cried: Nah, I prefer to be on the other side of the laughing.

M
- Milk flavor: Plain ol' milk 2% if you would, Vitamin D is a bonus.
- Movies: meh.  I watch the ones I want to.
- Motion sickness: On occasion, more from video games than from moving vehicles.
- McD’s or BK: McDonalds, I like to occasionally go back for the spicy chicken sandwich, though it's been a while.

N
- Number: XIII

O
- One wish: Peace of mind.

P
- Pepsi/Coke: Coke, Classic or Zero, either is fine.
- Perfect Pizza: Pepperoni, Italian Sausage, and Jalepeno
- Piercings: None

Q
- Quail: is the only thing somebody could come up with for the Q section.

R
- Reality T.V.: Don't watch enough actual tv to consider reality tv
- Radio Station: Whatever is playing a good song at the moment.
- Roll your tongue in a circle: Okay, now what?
- Ring size: twelve?  eleven?  can't remember...

S
- Song: None stand out at the moment
- Shoe size: 13
- Salad Dressing: Bleu Cheese or Honey Mustard
- Sushi: Haven't found a style I don't like
- In the shower: There's never enough Hot Water to go around
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries

T
- Tattoos: Nah, I prefer plain clean skin
- Time for bed: is a matter of opinion
- Thunderstorms: Are alright, but I prefer just the rain

U
- Unpredictable: ?

V
- Vacation spot(s): Disney Land, happiest place on earth

W
- Weakness: hmm
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: None really, should they?
- Worst feeling: Splinters, I hate that feeling.
- Worst Weather: Hot

X
- X-rays: I have had many.  Hope there's no negative effect because of them.

Y
-Year it is now: 2010
-Yellow: um... yeah... Yellow.

Z
- Zoo animal: The desert section is always fun.

Only a Mark

It's the small things that hit home.  That get under the skin, give you the creeps.  The little connections that you never see until you're not looking for them.

It's late, and I'm reading a book.  House of Leaves.  An excellent read, non-standard by all definitions.  Never read a book like it.  Probably never will again, unless it ends up changing the way people write, and read, the way I hope it does, but know it never will.

VIII, the heading to the page, the beginning of a new section.  No title, though Webster's definition of SOS does lend a vague insight to the following pages.  Pages which cover a lot of ground.  That distance isn't important though.  Not tonight.  Not right now.  How do we know that even Johnny and his footnotes lend insight to something we can't see. 

There's more.  Something I notice early on, but don't comprehend until the end of the chapter, nudged slowly to understanding by the torrent of words and images, all of which gathers together, puddling at the edges of my mind.  Everything means something.  There is no accident, no whim.  Not here, not in this world, this realm, which as I read, I find cannot be confined to a page.  No, refuses to be.  Opening eyes to something which was always there, but which I did not see.  Like the house, ever growing, changing.

I returned to the beginning, placing a flag, a reminder of things I can't, or won't, discover now.  Cut short in my idle wondering, doubting of my future fidelity to my desire.  Cut short by a simple check-mark, nothing too large or too small, nothing of consequence, a simple check-mark made purposely as it was, not to be noticed.  I can only exist, a remembrance somehow of the reason I once feared the dark.  That which seemed so infinite, so intimidating, and most importantly, so unknown.

All stops as I see it, many precious seconds are lost, minutes for all I know.  My lungs remind me with a searing pain that I must breath. This because of simple mark, though more.  The reassurance of a scarred, embittered, and lonely boy to his mother.  Reassurance that he had received her letter.  The question laps 'round my thoughts though, was the mark meant for her? or for me?  If for me, did it know I would find it?  Not in a search, but by accident, out of the periphery of my sight.

The mark frightens me.  Like all unknown.  Simply because it's a way for the book, taking cues from the house, to assert that it cannot be limited, and that all beyond is unknown.

Against reason, I'm jumping at shadows.  Shadows of what will be found as I delve deeper into this ever shifting realm.


SOS