I've taken up a new hobby....HTML!!!
Yes its very confusing, but maybe not as much as you think. Everything is comprised of brackets, with layered parts and such.
I'll post things I make with it as I learn.
Thanks for reading.
Daniel
GUITAR, SCHOOL AND GOD
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wow....a new post!
I haven't posted for a long time.
BUT...I have started a webcomic called Bread of Laugh (immense understanding of the bible required...lol)
View it here:
www.breadoflaugh.thecomicseries.com
BUT...I have started a webcomic called Bread of Laugh (immense understanding of the bible required...lol)
View it here:
www.breadoflaugh.thecomicseries.com
Monday, March 14, 2011
Theologic
Me and several of my friends have started a theology blog. Check it out at theologic.blog.com
Daniel
EDIT: url updated
Daniel
EDIT: url updated
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A School for Boys and Girls
This is a school assignment. We were to write 2 pages of dialogue based on this picture. Here it is!
Beatrice: Mother Margaretta, William is dancing again.
Margaretta: Oh child, you know that heretic’s soul is not secured in heaven. Tantrum? What shall we do?
Tantrum: Don’t ask me. You know I do not wish to be disturbed while I knit. And heaven knows how many times I have tried to cleanse his rebellious soul.
Margaretta: Shall I pick the rod or the corner?
Tantrum: The cat of nine tails for all I care. That boy needs to be taught a proper lesson.
Margaretta: You know nothing of righteous discipline.
Tantrum: But I do know that unless you give him a cruel punishment, he will only learn to do it again.
Margaretta: No! You must be gentle, kind, or the child will never trust you.
Tantrum: Trust you? Do you think that ruffian buffoon will ever be a devout young man of character?
Margaretta: Dear me, watch your language. You’re worse than he is!
Tantrum: How dare you? I was never like him at that age.
Margaretta: You were banished from grammar school! At exactly his age!
Tantrum: That was a separate matter.
Beatrice: Umm, William is starting to...
Margaretta: A separate matter? You were caught scribbling feather caps on all the holy icons! Twice!
Tantrum: Only once. And I wasn’t banished for that. The Schoolmaster realized Peter had dared me to do so and forced me to attend confession.
Margaretta: Then you threw eggs at the priest!
Tantrum: But I learned from my sins! I matured! And never did them again!
Margaretta: Until after you were banished, when you stole a sweet wafer from the altar before mass.
Tantrum: I was not being fed properly at my school.
Margaretta: Your new school fed you grits for breakfast and water cress for supper, with rye bread and ale.
Tantrum: I had a large appetite.
Margaretta: And I’m sure that extra wafer really did the trick.
Tantrum: Now stop it! The child wants us to discipline William.
Margaretta: You haven’t disciplined in weeks! It’s your turn, Tantrum.
Tantrum: Fine! But I will do it my way!
Margaretta: Not the cat of nine tails!
Tantrum: No. I will give him a nice firm swatting with the rod.
Margaretta: Only thrice! You often forget that you are spanking a mere child. Remember last time?
Tantrum: No, I don’t. May I have the rod, please?
Margaretta: Not before you remember!
Tantrum: All I remember is he couldn’t stand up for weeks. Rod, please?
Margaretta: No! I will not allow you to swat that child!
Tantrum: But you told me to do so.
Margaretta: I have changed my mind.
Beatrice: Sir? William is scribbling on the icons!
Tantrum: ...Quiet. I’m knitting.
Beatrice: Mother Margaretta, William is dancing again.
Margaretta: Oh child, you know that heretic’s soul is not secured in heaven. Tantrum? What shall we do?
Tantrum: Don’t ask me. You know I do not wish to be disturbed while I knit. And heaven knows how many times I have tried to cleanse his rebellious soul.
Margaretta: Shall I pick the rod or the corner?
Tantrum: The cat of nine tails for all I care. That boy needs to be taught a proper lesson.
Margaretta: You know nothing of righteous discipline.
Tantrum: But I do know that unless you give him a cruel punishment, he will only learn to do it again.
Margaretta: No! You must be gentle, kind, or the child will never trust you.
Tantrum: Trust you? Do you think that ruffian buffoon will ever be a devout young man of character?
Margaretta: Dear me, watch your language. You’re worse than he is!
Tantrum: How dare you? I was never like him at that age.
Margaretta: You were banished from grammar school! At exactly his age!
Tantrum: That was a separate matter.
Beatrice: Umm, William is starting to...
Margaretta: A separate matter? You were caught scribbling feather caps on all the holy icons! Twice!
Tantrum: Only once. And I wasn’t banished for that. The Schoolmaster realized Peter had dared me to do so and forced me to attend confession.
Margaretta: Then you threw eggs at the priest!
Tantrum: But I learned from my sins! I matured! And never did them again!
Margaretta: Until after you were banished, when you stole a sweet wafer from the altar before mass.
Tantrum: I was not being fed properly at my school.
Margaretta: Your new school fed you grits for breakfast and water cress for supper, with rye bread and ale.
Tantrum: I had a large appetite.
Margaretta: And I’m sure that extra wafer really did the trick.
Tantrum: Now stop it! The child wants us to discipline William.
Margaretta: You haven’t disciplined in weeks! It’s your turn, Tantrum.
Tantrum: Fine! But I will do it my way!
Margaretta: Not the cat of nine tails!
Tantrum: No. I will give him a nice firm swatting with the rod.
Margaretta: Only thrice! You often forget that you are spanking a mere child. Remember last time?
Tantrum: No, I don’t. May I have the rod, please?
Margaretta: Not before you remember!
Tantrum: All I remember is he couldn’t stand up for weeks. Rod, please?
Margaretta: No! I will not allow you to swat that child!
Tantrum: But you told me to do so.
Margaretta: I have changed my mind.
Beatrice: Sir? William is scribbling on the icons!
Tantrum: ...Quiet. I’m knitting.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Best Films of 2010 (for me)
Ok, these are only MY personal favorite films of 2010. These are ones I liked, and I am very partial to animation, so bear with me. Top 5 Favorite Movies.
5. The Book of Eli - This movie was an excellent portrayel of the importance of the Bible. Though it was very hollywoodized, I think it gave the Bible honor. Denzel Washingtion played very well, and I loved the camera work.
4. Tangled - I can't remember the last Disney movie I left thinking "What a great movie about a princess". Anyway, this definately deserves a watch, and the animation is SPLENDID.
3. How To Train Your Dragon - Vikings vs Dragons does sound like a cheesy movie, but this was suprisingly funny and entertaining.
2. Inception - I saw this for my birthday, and I thought it was incredible. Nolan is truly a filmmaking genius, and I'm curious what he is going to have after The Dark Knight Rises.
1. Toy Story 3 - Pixar has done it again, and this movie was truly one of the best movies they have done. It created a whole new feel that was different from the other Pixar Movies, but still had the Pixar touch.
5. The Book of Eli - This movie was an excellent portrayel of the importance of the Bible. Though it was very hollywoodized, I think it gave the Bible honor. Denzel Washingtion played very well, and I loved the camera work.
4. Tangled - I can't remember the last Disney movie I left thinking "What a great movie about a princess". Anyway, this definately deserves a watch, and the animation is SPLENDID.
3. How To Train Your Dragon - Vikings vs Dragons does sound like a cheesy movie, but this was suprisingly funny and entertaining.
2. Inception - I saw this for my birthday, and I thought it was incredible. Nolan is truly a filmmaking genius, and I'm curious what he is going to have after The Dark Knight Rises.
1. Toy Story 3 - Pixar has done it again, and this movie was truly one of the best movies they have done. It created a whole new feel that was different from the other Pixar Movies, but still had the Pixar touch.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Site Update
Gave the site a little makeover...tell me what you think!
Daniel
Daniel
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The man who only ate food from a can
Once upon a time there lived a man
Who would only eat food, food from a can
He never ate fresh, colorful food
Only something that matched his mood
He was the grumpiest man in the land
So all that he ate was rotten and canned
He kept his cans in a big wooden case
With grey, warn-out leather and ugly black lace
But one day came two wee little girls
with pretty pink dresses and hair full of curls
To try and cheer up the bitter old man
Who stayed home all day and ate food from a can
They knocked and knocked on the hard metal door
That made their hands all red and sore
The old grumpy man got up from his chair
And climbed down the steps, stair by stair
He opened the door, clothes full of wrinkles
And the girls said “We have cookies, cookies with sprinkles!”
The man looked at the two little girls
With pretty pink dresses and hair full of curls
And asked them why they came all that way
Just to come and ruin his day
“I was relaxing! Getting a tan! And eating some fish, right out of the can!”
The girls looked at each other a while
Then looked up at the man, with a small little smile
“Would you like a cookie? Would you like more?”
But the old man said “No!” and slammed the door
But then he wondered how a cookie would taste
And looked out the window, and there the girls raced
right back to their home, for this man was a waste!
Still he wondered if cookies crunched or crinkled
Oh how he wanted a cookie, sprinkled with sprinkles!
But for the rest of his life, the bitter old man
ate food that was gross, food from a can
Who would only eat food, food from a can
He never ate fresh, colorful food
Only something that matched his mood
He was the grumpiest man in the land
So all that he ate was rotten and canned
He kept his cans in a big wooden case
With grey, warn-out leather and ugly black lace
But one day came two wee little girls
with pretty pink dresses and hair full of curls
To try and cheer up the bitter old man
Who stayed home all day and ate food from a can
They knocked and knocked on the hard metal door
That made their hands all red and sore
The old grumpy man got up from his chair
And climbed down the steps, stair by stair
He opened the door, clothes full of wrinkles
And the girls said “We have cookies, cookies with sprinkles!”
The man looked at the two little girls
With pretty pink dresses and hair full of curls
And asked them why they came all that way
Just to come and ruin his day
“I was relaxing! Getting a tan! And eating some fish, right out of the can!”
The girls looked at each other a while
Then looked up at the man, with a small little smile
“Would you like a cookie? Would you like more?”
But the old man said “No!” and slammed the door
But then he wondered how a cookie would taste
And looked out the window, and there the girls raced
right back to their home, for this man was a waste!
Still he wondered if cookies crunched or crinkled
Oh how he wanted a cookie, sprinkled with sprinkles!
But for the rest of his life, the bitter old man
ate food that was gross, food from a can
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