Showing posts with label Captain's Log. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Captain's Log. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

A Follow Up & More!

     After thinking about all of the time I wasted the last week posting about what kind of content would be found on this blog, it occurred to me that the last two posts were not entirely accurate.  While they did a good job of describing my interests and gave me several topics to discuss here, obviously, there is going to be more to discuss than what those few topics covered.  I'll be sure to comment on anything interesting that I do or come across, be it in reality or online (I am a fairly active denizen of the internet, after all).  After a few posts, I'm sure my readership (which I still believe to be at 1) will begin to understand.  Expect the unexpected.

A map point out where the guns were located in relation to Pointe du Hoc.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Captain's Log Part III: Will It Blend?

     I really want to get done with this introduction so I can start posting pictures of cats like the rest of the internet.

Now that's more like it.

     While I am surely not the first person to notice this, it has recently occurred to me that all of my interests tend to "blend" into each other in one manner or another.  Let's run through an example, shall we?
     When I was in the 7th grade, I saw the film Saving Private Ryan for the first time.  This affected my life in a profound way and today I consider it to be my favorite movie.  The opening scene on Omaha Beach was the most intense scene I had ever seen in a movie, and arguably to this day still holds that regard.  The rest of the movie was a harrowing tale of men just trying to do their job as part of a larger picture, with most of them never making it home.  For those who are completely oblivious, this movie takes place in France following the D-Day invasion on June 6, 1944 (which is, coincidentally, the day on which I am typing this).  That movie profoundly opened my eyes to World War II and these unreal experiences that very real people lived through.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Captain's Log Part II: The Least Interesting Man in the World


     I believe that it was world famous boxer Ivan Drago that once said "I must break you."  This was said prior to him being repeatedly pummeled in the face by fellow famous boxer Rocky Balboa.  The result was the end of the Cold War.

The Cold War lasted 50 years because the match lasted 50 years.  Duh.

     You may be asking yourself right now ("yourself" referring to the likely one other person besides myself that will ever read this), "what does that have to do with anything?"  That is a very excellent question.  And all excellent questions deserve equally excellent answers.  Over the last few years, there has been one particular friend of mine, whom we will refer to as "Rick," that has insisted that I must create a blog.  Why is beyond me.  As per the title of this post, I do not consider myself to me a very interesting person and certainly do not lead an interesting life.  I am a 19 year old college kid from the Pittsburgh area.  That's about it.  Not a lot of excitement there.  However, Rick insists that I have interesting topics to discuss, from my interests, opinions, and happenings in my life.  As such, after years of prodding, I have been broken by his iron will.  This blog has been forged out of my own blood, sweat, tears, and the blood, sweat, and tears of my enemies.  The jury is still out on if there will be anything to post that will actually be interesting to anyone, most importantly you, my dear readers (all 1 of you).

Monday, May 28, 2012

Captain's Log: Batteries Not Included

I am a very weak-willed individual.  I said I would never do it.  I said that this wasn't my kind of thing.  But here I am, after spending two hours on a background image due to my acceptance for nothing less than absolute perfection, with what one may refer to as a "blog."  If I actually decide to continue with this, I will commence updating within the next couple days.  Until then, stay frosty.