There’s two guys sitting in a bar, both are drunk as a skunk. The first guy turns to the other and says,”Man, this is the best bar in town.”

The second man replies,”Yeah, it is pretty good.”

“No, I’m serious, it’s THE best bar in town.”

“I’m sure I’ve been to better. Why do you say it’s the best?”

“It can make you fly.”

The man gives him a strange look, so the first says,”C’mon, I’ll show you.”

He takes them to the roof of the building and points to the corner. “See the corner over there, by the busy intersection? If you jump off there, than you can fly. It’s something about the heat thermals comin’ up from the ground.”

“Wow, you must be really drunk!”

“No, it’s true. I swear!”

“Then show me.”

So the man steps up to the corner of the building and jumps off. He disappears, and the other man rushes to the ledge to see where he had landed. Much to his surprise, the other drunk appears in front of him, floating.

“See?” he says.

“Whoa, I have got to try that!” So the man jumps past the floating drunk, falls for a moment, and then…
Falls the rest of the way to the road, where his body meets the unfriendly pavement below.

The other man floats back to roof, chuckling. He goes back into the bar and orders another drink from the bartender.

“What’d ya do this time?” The bartender asks.

“The same as usual,” is the reply.

The bartender hands the man his drink and tells him, “Boy, you are one mean drunk, Superman!”

Sorry I haven’t been on in so long. Right now, life is…well, it’s been better.I should be posting something more serious soon, but for now, enjoy.

This morning at around 8:30, when my school starts, I found out what today was: the 8 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I had completely forgot.
We went outside and did the pledge to the flag, then the Bible, and the lowered the flag to half-mast. Then my teacher said a prayer, and we had the 30 second moment of silence. Afterward, we went inside and my teacher gave a little devotion.
It had to do with not forgetting. It was a great devotion, but something he said got me thinking. He said that September 11th was the worst tragedy in the history of America. At first, I agreed. But then the weight of his words hit me.
In the history of America.
I started thinking through all the tragedies our country has been through, and 9/11 was definitely one of the worst. I thought, “What about the War for Independence?” But we weren’t really a country till after that. But then I remembered something worse than 9/11.
See, my teacher had also been talking about freedom, and how it’s never free. There is always a price to be paid. And for some reason, that made me think of the Civil War. The War Between the States.
I don’t mean to take away any meaning, or degrade 9/11 in any way. I cried about it, too. I remember exactly where I was that day. I teared up today,too, when my teacher mentioned Flight 93. (United 93 is a great movie if you haven’t seen it yet.)
But at least that was other people attacking us. A different country, or nation, or people, or whatever. 2,974 innocent people were killed in one day. But from someone they didn’t know, had never met, and was no relation to.
In the Civil War, 618,000 died. From fellow Americans. People they had known, families that had perhaps known each other for generations. Even relatives, split up; divided. What could have possibly drove acquaintances, colleagues, friends, to fight each other, kill each other, for the same ultimate goal?
Politics.
Yeah, I know, it was the whole slavery issue, but had the politicians not been so severe, or stubborn, could the war have been avoided all together?

Here we are, almost 150 years later. We’ve come a long ways, right? There’s no way politics could become that severe again…right?

I know, the chances that another Civil War would break out are nil. But maybe that’s what they thought,too.
Just try to remember, in the midst of political debates, arguing who is right and who is wrong, the morals and ethics, even religion, to a point, all that, remember that we are all on the same side. We all want the best for America. It may not be the same thing, and we may have different views, but the same people that fought and died for you freedom did the same for mine.
Don’t forget those that died, but remember those that are living. We are on the same side.

(For more on the same topic, you can read one of my older posts here.)

That’s right, you read it right. For this post only, I’m turning Catholic. You are the Father, your computer screen, the booth, and this blog, my confession.

Forgive me, Father, for I have read, like, five different confession blogs, which means it’s high time for me to do some confessin’!

Hmmm, where to start…how about I start out small, and work my way up? Here goes:

I’m afraid of heights. I LOVE roller-coasters; Simba and Batman can attest to that. But for some reason, I just can’t stand heights.

I’m addicted to Dr. Pepper. Don’t judge me! Have you ever had one? Huh? If no, then DRINK ONE!!! If yes, then you gots to be addicted too! They’re just too amazing! Then, they came out with Cherry & Vanilla Dr. Pepper! It’s a conspiracy. But a dang good one…

I am a book worm. Seriously. Just about any kind. I love mystery the most, though. I once stayed up from 10:30 p.m. to 3:30 a.m., on a school night, reading Sherlock Holmes. The man is amazing. And that’s happened on a number of occasions. Robin Hood is awesome, too.

I am known to many kids far and near as Fluffy. Long story about working at my camp. If you really want to know just ask. But yeah, a lot of kids went home not even knowing my real name, just Fluffy.

I have seen the entire movie “Gracie.” At an all-guys, all-nighter. Yes, we all stayed up through the whole thing. Not sure how…

Phew, half way there. Here comes some bigger ones.

I collect comics. No, I am not a comic freak, I barely follow them anymore. And no, you won’t find me at a comic convention, dressed in tights with a weird mask. Unless I was getting paid for it. Which is unlikely.

I enjoy problem-solving. Don’t get me wrong, I hate math and feel school is an illegal imprisonment just like the next high-schooler. I just like solving problems. I like the challenge of it. I admit, I’ve caught myself doing extra Math because I was caught up in the challenge of figuring out a set of problems. Just don’t tell my principal!

I’m just gonna come right out with it: I love the show ICarly! Hilarious, awesome show. I actually spent most of a week and a half at my friend’s house watching it! Not because I’m some creepy dude with a crush on Miranda Cosgrove or Jennette McCurdy, especially with names like that. I just love the show. Got a problem with it? Too bad, you’re just jealous.

Another thing I like, this one being more recent, is the movie “Phantom of the Opera.” Go ahead, make fun. Have you ever sat down and watched it before? It’s more manly and epic then you might think. I never even thought of watching it because I assumed it was a chick flick, which it still kind of is. But It’s got two guys fighting over a girl, one of which is thought to be a phantom. There are some sword fights, amazing vocals, and awesome songs. My favorite is “Masquerade.”

Finally, last but not least:    *big breath*

I’m not an actual Tigah. I know, I know, I’ve been deceiving all of you. To my knowledge, there is no actual animal called a Tigah. The name came from an inside joke. I’m actually a 16-year-old junior/president named Aaron.
But you guys can still call me Tigah, since I’ll still refer to myself as Tigah. It gives me a false sense of security and a double-identity.

There you have it. My confession. By the way, If you’ve read this, and haven’t already posted a confession, you’ve got to now! It’s the rules. If you don’t you’ll end up like this guy.

Have a good day!

Finally, the post you have all been waiting for…

                                          Finding God                               a guest post by Simbathe2nd

“To find God is really a rather simple matter although religion has made it quite elusive. Religion says that God is a being way up in the sky, who looks down on his “children” and helps them from afar.

I cringe when I hear people asking God to “meet with them” or people saying that we go to a church buildings to “Meet with God.” Both these, and many other terms are far from the truth.

The truth is Immanuel “God With US.” We don’t need to meet with God and he doesn’t need to meet with us, God is our constant companion, always with us through the good times and the bad. He knows everything about you, lives with you each and everyday, and where you are He is too.

For a while I struggled with having a close relationship with God, but suddenly I came to the realization that He’s already as close as he could possibly be to me, all I had to do was become aware of His constant presence. Too many people are running around, trying to find God, wether by facts and proofs, or by a strong religious bind, but what they really need is the realization of God with US.

Finding God is only a matter of awareness. God isn’t some distant being the watches from His far away throne in Heaven. He’s a companion, a friend, a comfort in time of need, someone to laugh when you laugh and cry when you cry. He even resides in those who aren’t aware of His presence. The Bible says in John 1:9 that he is the light that lighteth EVERY MAN that cometh into the World.

He is always there, but unfortunately in our busy lives, we have failed to be aware of this fact. We continue our search for a closeness with God, when he is already as close as He could possibly be.”

You cannot be serious!!!!!! Looks like somebody can’t do math:

Disney = pretty ponies, gently monsters, cute and funny animations, and teen drama movies.
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Marvel = valiant heroes in costumes ripping bad guys to shreds, mutants going on civilian-slaughtering rampages, and just all around epic violence
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                                  FAILURE.

It should be illegal. By the way, in case you have no idea what I’m talking about, Disney bought out Marvel Comics for $4 billion. I follow comics. I’m not a comic freak, I just follow them. The most recent comic I own is 2006, and no, I don’t own anything with the words “space,” “wars,” “star,” “galactica,” or any other strange-sounding words.
In case this still hasn’t added up in your brain, that means that all the epicness of Spider Man, the hopes for a Thor and/or Captain America and/or Avengers movie, and just about any good superhero movie by Marvel is now nil, and now anything Marvel ever produces will never quite live up to it’s potential.

Don’t forget, the Guest Post with Simbathe2nd should be up soon, so keep checking back!

Anyway, school has officially started, I have a raging migraine, and life is sorta crappy right now, and all of those point to me going to bed. So good night, all!

For the first time ever in Xanga history, the Blogging Beast, Simbathe2nd, and the Comedic Critter, Like_A_Tigah, are teaming up. That’s right, Simba’s doing a guest post on this very site! Tell your friends, your neighbors, you mother, and anyone else you think of! Get the word out! I have no idea what it will be about, but I do know it will be amazing, so check back soon, because you won’t want to miss it!

I’m sure you know the ones that I’m talking about: The ones that everyone says, and at first, they make sense. Like years of experience have gone into that simple phrase, and there’s just so much sound logic behind it, no one questions it, so neither will you. Whether it be from a poet, a movie, or some hobo down the street, there are some famous phrases, used very often,  that once one stops and thinks about them, makes no sense at all. So here are a few, in no articular order, of course
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1 “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” ~Forest Gump quoting his mom, I guess.
What do you mean you never know what you’re going to get!? You’re going to get chocolates! At least you’d better, or else it wouldn’t be much of a box of chocolates, now wold it?

2 ‘Tis better to have loved and lost/Than never to have loved at all.” ~Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem In Memoriam:27, 1850
Listen Mr Alfred, I don’t care if you are my elder, that makes no sense at all! Sure, being in love can be a good feeling. It can even make you feel sorta high at times, but if you love and lose, then you have to deal with painful heartache. If you don’t love at all, then you’re still happy, and you don’t have to deal with all the heartache of the “lost” part of it! That’s like saying “It is better to have eaten poisoned Burger King, then to have gone to Wendy’s.” If you go to Burger King and eat the poisoned food, then even if it was good for a little bit, you still get sick! So why not just go to Wendy’s, have good food, and not end up being stuck in the bathroom for four hours!

3 “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” ~ Origin unknown
Uh, yeah you can. I’ve never tried, but I’m sure it’s not that hard.

4 “The early bird catches the worm.” ~ Origin unknown
That saying has been around for so long that I’m quite sure the worm has figured out that all the birds are trying to be early, so he just sleeps in til noon, like a smart, sensible creature. Then all the birds get bored and fly off to eat some other innocent creature. Why do we have to be compared to birds anyway? We don’t have wings, beaks, feathers, and not all of us can sing, believe you me! Why can’t humans be comparable to humans? We’ve been around a pretty darn long time, too, you know! I’d say we’re pretty unique. And certainly better than animals (although too many people still wish to degrade us to the animals’ level, insisting that we are just better forms of animals. Tch, speaking of idiotic things…I’d better stop before I get in trouble. I’ll just save it for a different post.)

5. “Keep your eyes peeled.”
TheMarriedFreshman brought this one to my attention in her blog. Have you ever thought about that? Ew. Why would someone even want to peel their eyes, much less keep them that way! Sounds like what happened to that poor guy in Pirates of the Caribbean: You know the one with the wooden eye? Yeah. Ow.

So if someone tells you an old quote or phrase that’s supposed to make you feel better, or somehow relate to your situation, don’t just accept it, use your noggin! Think about it! And if it doesn’t make sense, then tell it to me, and I’ll put it up here and make fun of it.

That’s what I think when I think about a newspaper. Some little kids in ratty clothes on a busy corner in New York yelling, “Extra, extra! Read all about it!”
The second thing I think about is the really old video game “Paper Boy.” For the best game system in the entire world: the Nintendo. I loved that game. I was really good at it, too.
The third thing I think of is a paper route. I used to think that a paper route consisted of a young teenage boy, riding a bike around a friendly neighborhood at, say 7:00 in the morning, tossing newspapers onto the lawns of old people.
But of course, now that we have cars, it would be someone in a van, driving down the middle of the road at 5:00 in the morning tossing papers out the windows.
Little did I know…
A couple in my church has a paper route. The husband hurt his ankle, and she didn’t want to deliver all the papers by herself, so Friday evening she asked me and my friend to help her with her Saturday morning route. She told us we could get $5 an hour, and it took about 2 hours. I was home alone that night, so I figured why not, I didn’t have anything the next day until 11:00, so sure. That’s when she told me she’d be at my house about 2:20. AM.
So I stayed up all night. What I did is a completely different story, but now I know why people don’t want me staying home by myself. What I did out of sheer boredom scares even me.
Anyway, she picked me up, then we got my friend and went off to get the papers.
When we got there, I saw some very strange people. We had to wait in line in this warehouse like building, with a big cart. When it was almost our turn, the lady we were with tells me,”When you get up there, tell him 3 and 3.” Then she walked away! So there I was, in this giant building with weird people behind a big cart, about to get a bunch of papers from a huge guy, and the only thing I knew to do was say “3 and 3.” It was being in a different country and your guide walks away, and you only know one phrase, but you don’t know what it means!
Apparently, it means something like “Give me 243 news papers and a couple of Wall Street Journals.”
Anyway, we put the papers in the minivan and headed for our route. That’s when another surprise came:
We had to fold and put a rubberband on 243 newspapers before we got to our route.
We didn’t make it. So we had to fold while delivering newspapers. Which is where another, much more fun surprise came in: People with paper routes are pretty much exempt from the law! We were driving down the wrong side of the road, past stop signs, with the side doors open! It was awesome!
And not everyone gets a newspaper. I always thought you just deliver them in a row, but we had to deliver them to certain houses: some had a box you had to put it in, but most you just had to make it on the porch. (My friend forgot about that, so he decided to put one on the roof.)
We saw a few interesting things, too. Like a cat fight. With actual cats, not girls. That was pretty cool.
Anyway, we got done about 6:00 am, and let me tell you, I was one pooped Tigah!
If you get a paper, next time you’re sitting down, enjoying a nice cup of [put name of your favorite morning beverage here] reading the comics (C’mon, I know that’s the only real reason you get the paper. Unless it’s March Madness.) think about what the poor sap that gave you that paper went through in order to get it to you, without waking you up. Maybe you should leave a note on your porch with some cookies or something. (I know they’re not Santa, but it’s the same principle: you asked for something, the paper delivery person is bringing it to you, with very specific instructions on where and how, very early in the morining, and you don’t get to see them do it.)
Or you could just stake out your own house, wait til they get to your house, follow them til they’re done, follow them home, and personally give them a thank-you/present/hug.
Anyway, this is just a random post to let you guys know I’m still here. Have a great day!

Crashing, slashing
Everywhere.
The hero fights on
Full aware
Of the situation
He had been thrust in;
outnumbered;a fight to the death.
A battle he must win.
He strikes a blow
Again and again.
But he can’t take the time
To see where they land.
With his sword,
constantly slicing;
With his shield
Blocking enticing
Temptations
To simply just give in;
Surrender;lay down his arms.
But this is a battle he must win.
He doesn’t remember
His sword in its sheath:
He’s always been fighting,
Gritting his teeth.
Arrows from afar
Occasionally strike a foe:
Friends shooting to help.
But they don’t really know
All that the hero
Is and has been facing.
His friends,the archers,
Are just basing
What they know
On what they see.
But they are not aware
Of his true identity.
He hides behind a mask:
One that’s strong and bold,
Hoping he will slowly
Grow into the mold.
He thinks that a friend
By his side will make him weak.
So he continues to shrug off
The archers’ attempts to seek
Out what seems to make
The hero weaker everyday,
But he just blocks their view
Insisting he’s okay.
So the archers are content
To shout encouragement from a distance.
Only a rare few
At the hero’s continued insistence.
So like an animal
Separated from a pack,
The hero fights alone,
No one to watch his back.
“I know it’s my fault,”
The hero thinks silently.
“But they are safer where they are
Than fighting next to me.”
So in slow circles
The hero just keeps spinning,
Unsure of whether
He has lost, or is winning.
He focuses every ounce
Of his strength on his blade.
Unaware of where he’s hurt
Or the progress he has made.
Always pressing onward;
Never willing to give in;
Never going to surrender,
This is a battle he must win.
Although the circumstances
Appear extremely grim,
The thought that he’s outnumbered
Never occurs to him.
The hero knows
Inside his heart
That this long battle
Is just a small part
Of a bigger picture;
One he can’t see.
So he is sure
That he’ll have the victory.
Maybe that is why
He does not want his friends near,
And is perfectly content
To just be able to hear
Their shouts as the archers
Let their arrows fly;
Since victory is sure,
They’ve no reason to be close by.
To our hero, the number of foes
Doesn’t really matter.
Some think,”He’ll lose,” or “he’ll win,”
But he knows ’twill be the latter.
So,you see, our hero
Is not able to give in;
For he knows inside his heart:
This is a battle he will win.

So one of my most favorite author’s is Ted Dekker. He’s a Christian author, and I love almost all of his work. His books are like a spider’s web, the all are connected in some way or another. It’s amazing. His most famous work is the Circle Trilogy, Black, Red, and White. But he’s coming out with a fourth book, Green, and in order to up the hype and get more people interested, Ted started a website (http://forestguard.teddekker.com/) with a group called The Forsest Guard for older Dekker fans to join in order spread the word. I tell a certain amount of people, I get points. I get a certain amount of points, I get rewards. I get rewards, it makes for a very happy Tigah.
If you enjoy reading, you really should look into his work, the Circle Trilogy especially. It’s an amazing series.
If you want to join the Forest Guard, click on the link, then scroll down to join. When you sign up, there will be a box asking for your friend’s Forest Guard number, or something like that. Put 5246 into that box, please and thank you.
Really, it’s an awesome series, and you won’t regret reading it.