The Sands of Time Brought About a Sea of Change

The Sands of Time Brought About a Sea of Change

Literally. Thousands and thousands of years of pounding waves slowly but surely did the unthinkable—they transitioned trillions of tons of mountain into a pile of sand. And of course, this sand had to go somewhere. If we had it our way, the sand would have stayed in mountain form. Basically the mountain would be significantly more textured and almost impossible to climb. But the sand had a different plan; a blueprint of freedom.  

Free at last, free at last...

The substance formerly known as mountain wasted no time in leaving the scene of the stationary to assume a life of wayward bliss. When speaking of emancipation, there is a big event out there—no doubt about that. But I'm not talking human history here, although, a definitive look at the timeline of American Civil Rights is coming soon, so as not to ignore some major events and alienate a segment of my readership. I'll speak of injustice, of pain, of sorrow, of resiliency, of courage, of teamwork and of "fair," in the context of "Is Life Really Fair?" I'll entertain some ideas and hypothesize about a few things you may not be comfortable reading. Sudden, repetitive, nonrhythmic nervous tics will surface—or even develop—as my take on what really went down enters your mind. You'll grind your fingernails to a nub and facially spasm to the point of blindness. While writing something that physically cannot be read may seem in conflict to general authorial intuitions, it has to be done, and will, soon.

Don't let yourself get to this level

More importantly—from purely a geological perspective—those damned waves turned those damned mountains into trillions of tiny rocks; all independent from each other, free to come and go as they please. Shackles were removed and highly desirable real estate (that would eventually be referred to as "beaches") was created. Though the median income of my readers hovers around 15k/year and is highly dependent on the value of copper, I'm sure at least one of you has been to a beach and enjoyed the fruits of this hidden process. Pretty neat right? The rest of you likely go to those other "beaches"—the ones with stagnant water and tumor sized rocks that are about 100,000 years away from desirable sand status. As you sit in your lawn chair, sip on your Budweisers® and gaze out into the salt pond that your young kids think is an ocean, take a minute to soak in what's happening. Document those rocks with your disposable camera—they won't be around forever. They too shall turn to sand. They too shall enter the body of water of their choosing and raise its level, among other options.

You see, the sands of time not only have brought about a sea of change, they continue to bring change—right before our eyes. But sadly, we lack both the ability to perceive this change as it occurs and the desire to investigate and appreciate it. Maybe it's better that way; maybe this quiet quest is better left undocumented.

In closing, yes this is a new font. New font, same site™. Google® calls it Georgia, so I shall too. 

 

Civil War 150th Anniversary: Will History Repeat Itself?

Couple housekeeping notes: I'd like to formally apologize to my declining fan base for the general lack of output and enthusiasm here at avatarjack.com. I'm making pages on another section of the net, which has monopolized my time. This entry (as well as the last) is a near carbon copy of what was published on this other slice of net I'm vaguely referring to. I realize I've become a deadbeat dad blogger of sorts, so consider this one backed payment to be put towards diapers and formula. 

Also, those of you who think I've taken the sheers to the Unlikely Friendship of the Bee and Ant-- guess again. That magical tale of discovery and uncertainty will return soon enough. 

Today, on its sesquicentennial anniversary, let's all set aside a brief moment to reflect on the American Civil war. Let's ponder an America without this historic turning point, then quickly shift focus to a lighter subject, so as not to darken the day.

Considering their irreconcilable differences on a basic human rights issue, it was of surprise to none that the Confederates and Union waged war. Diplomacy was checked at the door and 700,000 casualties later, we stood as a slavery-free country-- at least legally.

In a world where opposing viewpoints coexist and slam together like colliding particles, it's a wonder we don't see more conflict; more war among civilians. Sure, there are countless civil wars going on around the world at this very moment, but I'm talking about right here in the Land of the Free. 

The untrained eye may see peace and harmony (or maybe that would be the blind eye), but a closer look will unearth the type of disagreement that leads to only one thing-- war.

Here are the three groups, within these States of Unity, that are most likely to lock horns in conflict, after existing in relative harmony for far too long. 

3. New Media vs. Old Media

The exponential growth of technology has widened the traditional gap between generations. Grandpa is still licking his index finger before turning the page of his jaundiced copy of Moby Dick, while his slick little grandson tornadoes through the world's information on his Ipad 2. 

Newspapers are well on their way to permanent extinction due to the informational access provided by our heroes of tech. This will anger paper mache aficionados, grumpy old men and newspaper editors alike, and may even incite a rush of violence against their attention deficient foes. 

Does the edge go to the New Media for their networking/organizational ability, or to the Old Media for their untapped rage created by their utter disgust for what the world has become?

2. Blue Collar vs. White Collar

Maybe America's working class has grown tired of the prosperity and occasional corruption of their starched shirt wearing, silk tie Double-Windsoring, hair parting and briefcase swinging counterparts.

Maybe America's upper crust has grown tired of the depressing nature and occasional laziness of their flannelly-fashioned, bolo-tie-for-special-event sporting, hard hat protected and lunch pail dragging counterparts. 

Working 40 standard hours-- plus 10 of OT at time and a half-- to earn what one CEO makes in a minute can certainly create a divide. Much of the anger will be coming from those wearing collars of blue, but the bosses are equally frustrated after years of fiscal sob stories and unwarranted promotion requests from their beat-up-Timberland wearing foot soldiers. 

3. Civil War Redux

As Civil War Commander-in-chief Abrahan Lincoln once proclaimed, "A house divided against itself cannot stand." Considering this country is split down the middle on almost every topic of note, I think it's safe to say we're divided. Abe isn't a name like Nostradamus, so we take his foreboding words with a grain of salt, but should we be salting this a bit more? 

We call ourselves the United States, but the unity aspect is under review. The inflexible nature of the donkeys and elephants has brought us dangerously close to a  government shutdown. Violent rhetoric reigns supreme as we debate whether gays should be allowed to wed. We continue to divide and weaken as lesser countries close the once-considered-insurmountable gap. 

I ask that we give peace a chance before dropping the gloves over any of these issues. Sure, we have our differences, but in the end, a civil society cannot exist  without civility. Buy your gramps an ipod shuffle, give your janitor a real tie, and put a flower in the gun of your Republican friend's 38-- do not let history repeat itself dear readers. 

Government Shutdown: Who Will Seize Power

As the clock winds down on the most recent Government budgetary extension, we the people are left in a cloud of uncertainty. Sure, most of the White House windows will be boarded up, the Presidential fleet will be leased out to rap moguls, and President Obama will finally be able to cash in at an ultra-exclusive, white-shoe Wall Street firm--that's all obvious--but what about the rest of us? Who will govern while the Republicans and Democrats continue their display of world-class negotiating wizardry?

The old saying of When the cat's away, the mice will play could very well apply to this situation-- and boy are there some ruthless rodents out there just waiting to seize control of this once proud nation.

Take this as your warning-- a prognostication of sorts, not to create fear, but rather, to ensure domestic preparedness.

Ranked from least to most likely: Which oppressed group will assume control of the United States in the event of a Government shutdown?

3.) Hispanics

Our most recent census told us there are now 50 million Hispanics currently residing within the borders of these grand United States. Many have fled the war-torn nation of Mexico, and all are in pursuit of the American Dream-- the white picket fence, the 2.5 children, the dog named Bear (is it just me or does everyone either have a dog named Bear, or know someone who has a dog named Bear?). 

For many, this vision is consistently interrupted by the Grand Old Party, who apparently have the same effect as that dreaded "I'm falling out of the sky" dream-disturber. The relative short period of highly focused oppression could very well galvanize this demographic, and what better time to pounce than now-- there's blood in the water. It may only be a matter of time until Carlos Mencia is running point at 1600 Pennsylvania.

2.)Tea Party/Unemployed

First of all, I realize the title may be a little redundant, as it's safe to say the vast majority of the Tea Party is also unemployed; most of the public foolery and delusional ranting is taking place during traditional business hours. If I could attempt to correctly use "irony" in a sentence- it will be ironic if the Tea Party becomes the controlling institution, given their disdain for institutions in general (I think that works, if not let me have it in the comments section).

Their ability to efficiently organize will prove itself useful as they attempt to gain control of the world's second most powerful country (enjoy the show, China). Given their bigoted nature, a battle could very well ensue with the Hispanics as they make the mad dash towards executive power. In the end, both groups will weaken each other, allowing for a smooth takeover by our next group.

1.) Native Americans

The indigenous people of North America will load up on war paint, sharpen their arrows and go in for the complete role reversal once the US Government comes to a screeching halt. Their sacred soils were seized many moons ago, and while the casino's were certainly a nice consolation prize, it simply wasn't enough. I envision the Chief du jour offering Obama a bingo hall or two to run as a parting gift-- maybe even a stake in a Pueblo pottery 50/50 raffle.

In the end, maybe a change wont be so bad. Maybe a different style of governance is just what this country needs. I personally don't believe war is the answer-- Who wants to run the United States Government? would make for some compelling reality TV. 

The Unlikely Friendship of the Bee and the Ant

In my last entry I did my best Kodiak bear impression, as I dipped my paw in the waters in hopes of snatching up a fish or two. What transpired could easily be described as a feeding frenzy- the exact number of Salmon, Bigmouth Bass, and Long-Whiskered Catfish will not be disclosed, but I do feel compelled to note that the Chinese Talapia I reeled in has given me what appears to be Mercury poisoning. Don't celebrate just yet, Chairman Hu, I'm currently spinning this yarn from a Hazmat facility- and should be poison free within a week. While your assassination attempt has proven itself to be extremely nauseating, ultimately, it is to be classified as a misfire and waste of resources.

Hazmat-always there when you need them

While I do enjoy the occasional flood of traffic to the site, that's not what this personal vanity project is about. Those of you looking for coverage of the latest comings and goings of the world's most intriguing and controversial should seek refuge elsewhere- I'll remain here, painting pictures, covering site related issues, and most importantly keeping true to the values upon which AvatarJack.com (new streamlined URL!) was founded.

After careful review and study of the various markets, I've decided to install a running fictional aspect to the site. In a world of unrest, this will serve as a calming influence- an escape of sorts. Deep down I know this will likely result in mass reader exodus, essentially making this space my personal Microsoft Word document in the end- but when has that stopped me?

Please enjoy the opening act of what I'll call: The Unlikely Friendship of the Bee and the Ant.

From all available evidence, no bumblebee has ever left his colony to join that of a honeybee. I was told before arriving I would be viewed as just another member of the hive, an assuring message, but seemingly unlikely- I certainly have my doubts. Why me I wonder? My role with the other bumblebees seemed secure. My pollen transferring skills seemed to be on par with the rest; my buzz rather effective even.

I know they do not mean to be unkind; it may even prove to be a safer home for me- over the years I've sat in silence as my clan has been stepped on and flicked by the great Human for sport. Maybe I was viewed as cowardly, maybe that's the reason. Oh well, things should be different with the honeybees, a group marked by their fiercely loyal and protective nature, or so I'm told.

My exit did not garner much buzz (excuse my pun), which leaves me wondering just how real my stay with the colony has been. All the nest building, all the plant proliferation, had it all been simply about the bottom line? Were the supposed "good-times" but a mirage? As for my value, I wonder what the honeybees have offered up for my services. I guess that's a meaningless exercise at this point- new life, new hive. I've always been better off taking things one flower at a time anyway; pondering the bee hours of the rolling hills can be discouraging, I've learned.

I was told I wouldn't need to bring anything to my new home, but I figured why not load up a fresh batch of Chrysanthemum pollen before I left, after all, a bit of currency never hurt anyone and the road ahead was rather, well, uncertain.

Most of it blew off within the first few clicks of flight, but that's okay- hopefully it found a purpose somewhere. I was too nervous to worry about pollination at the time anyway. My thoughts now center around more pressing issues like, what value will I be able to add to my new family? Will they take me in as their own or will I be exploited for my relative mass and power? Maybe the time has come for the bumblebee and honeybee to unite, to establish a healthy working relationship, streamline operations and pollinate as one. Maybe that's why I'm being sent.

As I approached the land of the honeybee, or my new home I guess I should call it, I felt a strange sensation come upon me, unlike any I had felt in my previous two months of existence, and I came crashing to the ground. What came next I could never have imagined; my greatest fears and anxieties paled in comparison to what I would now face.

Take me to your leader

Operation Farewell April Fool

Fool not lest ye be fooled. 

I stand before you today as a broker of peace; a hat I'm never afraid to wear, although ideally it would remain on the rack, freshly starched with all stickers intact, brim perfectly flat.  I'd glance at the cap every now and again and wonder, "When's the next outbreak of animus, of senseless harm and carefully crafted absurdity?; when will I again hurl myself into the role of purveyor of peace?" I'd knock on wood of course, so as not to shift the currents.

Tap Tap Tap...Ahh, peace of mind

Is there anything more absurd than pursuing a wooden surface to slam your hand into after saying something that "tempts fate?" We've got important stuff to cover today so I hate to get sidetracked by hat and wood chatter, but the whole knock on wood thing has to go. Some of my international readers—UK, Egypt, India and Australia—refer to this maddening practice as "touching wood." They choose a more wood friendly approach, which is to be admired. I suggest the next time you feel the urge to touch or knock on a piece of wood, place your hand comfortably on the unfinished surface (sand down if necessary) and quickly accelerate your paw against the grain. This will result in a splinter or two, so have some disinfectant and gauze handy. This will also result in this foolish ritual eventually going the way of the Dodo.

Caw!!Caw!! Any sign of Knut?

Extinction, detailed plans leading to a handful of splinters, what's going on here? This post was intended to insure safety, but just the opposite has developed. Is that irony? Could be, though I'd hate to join the long scroll of names that consistently butcher the meaning of that literary device, so I'll just pose it as a question.

On a day where every hack prankster in the world dusts off the old "funny prank muscle" and embarks on a journey of of hoodwinking, I implore you to choose the road less traveled, my dear impressionable readers. Please allow me to mold you into men and women of honesty, of integrity, of justice. Consider this the creation of a neighborhood watch program of sorts. I'll be the CEO, my one reader in Hungary can be Executive VP, and that guy in Brazil who accidentally stumbled upon the site yesterday can be my administrative assistant (where's my coffee!!!!).

Just a tad more...that's all for now, thanks.

The mission is simple, so I'll keep the directive simple. Go outside (or stay indoors if you're not properly equipped), keep your head on a swivel (figuratively of course (or would that be literally given the range of the neck?)), target April's fooling fools, and strike up a conversation—choose diplomacy. You see the man letting the air out of his pal's tires? Say a little something like this: "Hello, care to explain what exactly you are doing here? Did you know this man has to be at work within the hour? Oh no? Well then what is this chat transcript I have here? And I quote, "Rodger, you're going to work soon, that's great buddy, have a nice day?" Do right by Rodger and fill those Michelins back up, please."

That's just one example, an example that will likely become a reality for one reader out there, given my worldwide following. For the rest of you simply maintain the major tenets of awareness, integrity, and honesty while correcting early April's most foolish behavior and good things should come... knock on wood.

State of the Site Address

The currents constantly change in the rough waters of avatarjack.com. Weary readers are jumping overboard at alarming rates. This is my first State of the Site Address and arguably the most important entry I will ever make. Read carefully, one word after the other, keeping in mind each previous word so as to pick up on a message.

I can explain everything.

Just kidding. We're a few posts away from a State of the Site Address, and things aren't quite that bleak—yet. Let's all hope such grim language will not be necessary when the State of the Site is actually addressed.  Be sure to keep in mind the reading tip mentioned above—that part still applies. 

I had originally planned on some pointed commentary on the Dez Bryant (he's a football player for my one female reader) mall incident. I would have exposed flaws in the system. I would have gone after various institutions. I would have toed the line of appropriate racial analysis. I would have left the reader in a general state of discomfort. Shock and spook the reader is what I would have done; enlighten and inspire is what I actually will do. 

I know this blog alone won't keep my readers happy, and you know what they say- Happy Readers, Happy... ok maybe there isn't an applicable saying, but if you the reader are living in a general state of discontent, odds are you'll harbor cynical views towards this site. This is a baseless claim, it may hold water, but still baseless, so keep in mind what the Disclaimer says about the promotional/entertainment aspect of this site. 

Without further Adieu... The Worldwide Happy April Primer

April Fools Day

It's safe to say we all like to be a little silly every once in a while. Even my most repressed readers hailing from the rising power that is the People's Republic of China like to let their hair down every now and again (remember to keep it spiky) as evidenced by their Bill Gates assassination claims in 2003. I'd typically expect a bit more class from an emerging superpower, but why expect tact from a regime that engineers the weather?

This isn't about China's disregard for the environment or human rights. This isn't even about China's curious move to stay out of the situation in Libya, considering they are Libya's biggest oil recipient.  Keep doing your thing, China. I actually look forward to Chairman Hu's global takeover. 

What better way to jumpstart a Happy April than pulling off a general act of foolishness? Sure, you'll think it's a lot more clever and unique than it actually is, but go for it. I promise to laugh when you kidnap me and force me into a snuff film.

Good stuff guys

Go Outside

April is known for its rain showers so you'll likely need an umbrella, unless of course your country waged a war on its rainclouds, in that case just go right outside. If you live in a country with poor air quality make sure to throw on a respirator or gas mask. If you live in Canada, northern United States, Hungary, Germany, the UK, Ireland or the United Arab Emirates you might want to throw on a fleece jacket or equivalent—be sure to keep your selection consistent with cultural norms.  Once you're properly equipped, take that first step out the door and don't look back. Shake hands with neighbors, kiss babies, pet indigenous creatures—have some fun out there. If you've followed these directions, at this point you are walking around and possibly even burning calories, which might be a good thing for my US and UAE readers, who just so happen to boast the two highest diabetes rates in the world. Once you're done spreading neighborly cheer and staving off embarrassing diseases, head back to your computer lab and check for site updates. I could use the hits.

Hmm, I wonder if I should go check for updates...

Write a Letter to an Elected Official (or just any official if your country doesn't have democratic elections)

Do you have a pothole on your street that needs filling? Are you you sick of making 10 cents a day working on government-owned farmland? Would you like to be able to express yourself freely, without risk of public flogging and torture? Would you like to have a second child, but can't due to your country's one-child policy? Well then craft a letter. I'll even give you an example. 

 Dear Chairman Hu, 

I'm contacting you regarding your one-child policy. Is there any wiggle room on this? I have a young boy named Zhang who would be tickled pink by the prospects of gaining a sibling. To obtain this special waiver, I  am willing to sign over the rights of Zhang to the People's Republic of China, effective on his 14th birthday. Once this day comes, you'll have free reign to cripple, maim and disable Zhang as you please, through a lifetime of labor and lab testing.  In the end, you'll do whatever's best for the republic, and that's all I can ask. 

Troubled Loyalist, 

Li Yang

Forgive me Zhang... and good luck

These suggestions could make for a Happy April, but they could also create some unnecessary anxiety. Most of you will chalk this up as yet another failed blog attempt; another heave of desperation that fell well short of its desired goal. I'll agree with you, most likely, but i'll remind you: It's not the destination that matters, it's the journey.

Guest Writer? Thanks, But No Thanks

After carefully considering the prospects of a "guest writing" spot, I regret to inform you I have decided against it. I'm painting a picture here on this blank canvas Google® has so generously provided, and fear the artistic integrity of this picture may be significantly undermined by the presence of an additional writer. I would call it addition by subtraction, but it's just me here, as it has been from day one. With that said, a spot was submitted and in the spirit of full disclosure I will post (heavily edited to protect my interests, of course). 

Young Blogger Left Dead, Guest Writer “Funeral” Zach Remains at Large

I don't bust back, Funeral Z, mainly because I shoot first. 

The history of entertainment has taught us to be wary of the guest contributor. His mere presence is the symptom of a deeper pathology; a pathology tacitly understood by the extender of the invitation (Avatar Jack) and his audience to mean that said inviter (AJ) is losing critical MPH’s off his fastball. Think about it. What artist, at the height of his powers, would offer someone of similar talent and sounder mind a blank canvas to court his audience? I remind you, Jay Leno was but a guest host for The Tonight Show just before Johnny Carson faded into oblivion.

Did Avatar Jack unwittingly coronate his successor? Or is he subconsciously handing over the reins to his prized creation, knowing full-well he was not up to the lofty task he’s embarked upon?

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

I address this warning to AJ’s limited but burgeoning international readership: Do not be alarmed if this guest appearance turns into a full-fledged Lou Gehrig/Wally Pipp-type situation. It is well within the realm of possibility that this post is the start of 2,130 consecutive blog entries and a prompt, seamless URL shift to AvatarZach3d.blogspot.com. (For continuity reasons, I would humbly drop my “Funeral” Zach moniker.)

***THIS CONCLUDES THE LACKLUSTER GUEST SPOT, MY APOLOGIES. FUNERAL Z HAS FINISHED HIS FIRST AND ONLY CUP OF COFFEE AND HAS LEFT THE BUILDING***

Who's Coming With Me?

Brand names mean something. Avatar_Jack, that's a brand name; Like Pepsi, that's a brand name. I stand behind it, I guarantee it. They know that even if they don’t know me any more than they know the chairman of General Mills. 


With that said, I reserve the right to grow, evolve and adjust this brand as I see fit. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I'm considering ghost-riding this thing off a cliff through a series of ill-conceived twists and turns.  If only Google® had a safety net in place to lift this thing up on eagle's wings before it could crash into a state of oblivion. "Remember that site?" they'll say. "Remember that damned site?" Rest assured, this scenario is highly unlikely and would only be used as a poison pill in the event of an attempted hostile takeover. You keep your distance, you limit your unfounded criticisms, I keep the ball rolling-- it's that simple. The second my approval ratings drop below 95% it's all over. 

Stand Back!

I kicked this thing off with a list of demands. Then I reconsidered, realizing you wouldn't listen anyway; why fight a losing battle at such an early stage in the game? But this is a call to arms, a rallying cry. I'm looking to circle the wagons before I yank back the reins and take this site to the next level. Consider this a line drawn in the sand. Some will leave, and possibly stick to rereading old entries and speaking of what once was. Others will saddle up (or Cowboy Up for you Bosox fans out there) and grow to love the bucking bronco that will become Avatar_Jack2.0. The decision's up to you-- you won't see me campaigning either way. They say a writer's quality declines by 1% for every person he/she worries about while writing. As of this moment I remain at 100%, but that could easily change. 


I'm well aware that this likely reads as a scare tactic, a cheap publicity stunt even, but just know that change is coming. I'm currently considering the idea of bringing on a "guest writer" to spice things up a bit around here. This is still in the exploratory phase and I'm testing out the strategy in a smaller market. 


I'm also considering adding a running fictional segment to the site. Juicy storylines will be carefully crafted. Redeeming characters will be developed and displayed. Plot twists could be subject to reader voting. This may even lead to some merchandising opportunities (start saving up loyal readers!!). 

Gettem while they're hot

In summary, the road ahead will not be marked by drastic change, so fear not; consider this a shift from Cheerio's to Honey-Nut Cheerio's. Most love both, but the latter is just a little more appealing. In the end, I have no choice but to do what's in the best interest of the site's long-term viability. Who's coming with me??? (Jerry McGuire voice.)

Knut: A Farewell to Paws

I'm sure many of your are expecting an Elizabeth Taylor tribute here on this section of the net today. Given what I produced yesterday, I cannot blame you. Rest assured, E.T. will not be getting any further ink. I will not promote a culture of death on this site.

Classical conditioning might suggest I should focus primarily on obituaries, given the 300% spike in traffic generated by my tribute to our fallen Knut, but I refuse to assume the role of Pavlov's dog- I'm no pawn (not until I get a legitimate takeover offer, that is). Some may say, "Avatar_Jack, you've searched far and wide for a suitable niche, a groove, a voice to call your own, well here it is!!" To that I'd say: Concerned reader- I have thought carefully about what you've suggested, and truly respect and even enjoy your feedback, but I will not seek profit from the demise of man. I will not root for death for prosperity's sake. 

Keep in mind I've chosen to assume the role of voice for the voiceless- that's what yesterday was all about. The traffic generated from covering such a hot-button issue was merely a bonus, not an end game. I rise today to see the situation has further deteriorated. Knut, our sweet ursine prince, is being STUFFED LIKE A DAMNED TURKEY!! This all but eliminates the prospects of a peaceful rest, as many of us have wished for our furry little friend. 

Why Germany, WHHHYYYYY?

I hear Knut's voice telling me not to give up, to continue fighting for justice, to fly over to Germany, take his expired mass of flesh, throw it in a cedar box, cross his paws over his chest, nail it shut, bury it six feet deep and throw a long-stemmed rose over the top. 

Sadly, I cannot follow through on this, dear friend, but I will leave you with this. Germany can take away all of your physical abilities, but remember: They cannot touch your mind, they cannot touch your heart, and they cannot touch your soul. Well, I guess Germany actually can touch your mind, given that they tortured you to the point of brain hemoraging. And I guess they can touch your heart too, given that they ripped it out and sold it on the black market along with the rest of your functioning organs and usable fur. But they have no access to your soul, although I'm sure they are trying to figure that part out as well. 

Knut has truly taken AvatarJack3d.blogspot.com to the next level, and I shall never be able to repay him. It's snowing today, which is odd given the season, but I think Knut might have something to do with that. The somber tone of this site will soon wear off and we'll return to business as usual- Life must go on.

In lighter news, welcome aboard: Germany, United Kingdom, Ireland, and Panama! Feel free to drop a line in the comment section with any questions, suggestions or concerns. 

Avatar_Jack- Out

Glory Days

Knut: A Story of Exploitation

Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. 


After four glorious years of "second mouse" like perseverance, Knut, Germany's four-year-old celebrity polar bear, has gone the way of mouse number one.

How much do I owe you, @DennisCox? 

 The impossible dream of this site has always been to captivate the masses; to somehow, someway forge a bond between soccer moms and gangsters. I think we can all agree this dream remains just that, a dream. I've shown no signs of being able to pull this off, but the tides are about to turn. As the late, great Knute Rockne once said, "There is no need for me continuing unless I'm able to improve."


What can we learn from the untimely passing of our beloved Knut? What can I say about Knut that hasn't already been said about Barbaro? I can't help but flashback to the sudden death of America's favorite thoroughbred. Both admired by millions, but sadly, both were similarly transfixed to a carousel of greed.  


Knut's brief time here on this blue marble was marred by an incessant hum of exploitation. He was a political pawn and an economic King. An estimated $25,000,000 was made off of Knut and his likeness, ranking him as Germany's most profitable entity since Dirk Nowitzki.  Knut was deprived of a typical seal killing, igloo building life just so we humans could add a 1,598th wrinkle of entertainment. The Berlin Zoo turned what was supposed to blossom into the most powerful, ruthless predator on Earth, into a bottle-fed, croissant-eating dependent, incapable of operating in its natural habitat.

Berlin Zoo: TEAR DOWN THAT WALL!

I hate to take the gloves off like this, but at times I will assume the role of voice for the voiceless. Given how far Germany has come as a nation, I trust they will take this as constructive criticism and not an act of war. I'd be more than happy to open up a stream of dialog with a German representative. A free exchange of ideas can only help things, and adding Europe's most prosperous economy to an already impressive stable of readers (USA, Canada, Hungary, China, United Arab Emirates) would be a giant step towards this site's global takeover.


Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Ladies and gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.


Unfortunately, I'm beginning to realize I missed my goal of unity yet again, but that's okay—count me as one less guy who profited from this tragedy; one less guy with his hands covered in blood. 

Rest in Peace, Knut. You will be missed.  

Yesterday Was a Good Day

Ladies (yes I can say that now; I have reason to believe we've cracked into the previously uncrackable nut that is... the female demographic, meaning we are no longer closed off to 50% of the market) and gentleman, simply put, we've gone global. The initial plan for today was to post an instructional cooking video, coaching readers far and wide through the incredibly rewarding process of Hungarian Goulash production, but things change, and as a wise man once said, "We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails."

Hold on tight

"Today was a good day," cop-killing gangster rapper Ice Cube once proclaimed. If you'll allow me to play off this ambiguous quote (good by whose standards? Were acts of kindness performed? Were his criminal rackets especially profitable on that day?): Yesterday was a good day.

We've managed to cram an Avatar_Jack flag directly into the fertile soil of two new territories -- Canada and, drum roll please...The People's Republic of China. The way things are going, my readership will resemble a United Nations Conference by this time next week, and quite frankly, my head is spinning like a dreidel in a sandstorm. I'll likely have to consult with a diplomat or two to ensure that political correctness is maintained on all fronts. Was the wacky hairstyle recommendation for my Asian friends offensive? That's a possibility, but remember it's merely a suggestion. As I mentioned yesterday, censorship is a trending issue in Hungary (link), and we all know of China's oppressive regime. Given this, I shall now address the elephant in the room: Neither this site, nor its editor/head writer have any fear and the buck shall stop right here. I'd rather be sunk at sea than be timid and meek. The harsh realities of China and Hungary will be in focus. And Chairman Hu, if you take issue with this, meet me at New York's Plaza Hotel. Ask for Avatar_Jack.

I come in peace

In the meantime, it's back to the drawing board. The bottling and mass distribution of universal appeal remains the top priority. The road ahead will be long; our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one week or even one month, but I have never been more hopeful than I am today that we will get there. 

Oh Readers Where Art Thou

At this point in history, we the blogger are under the gun, so to speak of course. I hate to invoke a metaphor of violence and would love to dial down the rhetoric, but now is not the time. Ladies and gentlemen, the market is saturated. The prospects of this site finding a niche are bleak, but just as every good parasite finds a niche within a fitting host, I too shall find my meal-ticket and latch on for dear life- consider me Avatar_DeerTick.

Hold steady 

Now that we're clear on the dire straits I'm faced with, hopefully you'll be more understanding when I resort to shameless gimmicks and publicity stunts to pull in traffic. We had another two clicks in Hungary yesterday, bringing the grand total to four international web visits, all within the borders of Hungary. I'll likely ride that momentum and cater to my Hungarian brethren in the short term. Considering they are currently experiencing a war on free press, this is to be viewed as a noble cause. Sadly, my US readers will almost certainly flee the site, but diversification is the key. If I slip up and alienate one fan base, I can seek refuge with the other. Who knows, maybe I can find some common interests that will unite us all- only time will tell. 

Have you seen Avatar?

Rome was not built in one day, but the key to remember is that it WAS in fact built. They got it done, and most people would say it came out great- a spectacular showcase of innovation. Over-expansion led to their demise- a fact I'm well aware of. Given this, some will say I should remain focused on domestic interests, but I shall strike globally while the iron is hot. Tomorrow's entry will be all things Hungarian Goulash so sharpen the knives and dust off the old crock pot. Unfortunately, I know this will be a final goodbye for some, if not all but two of you. As I mentioned earlier, finding a niche ain't easy, so don't blame me for trying. 

Beware the Ideas of March

I trust you've taken my hairstyle comments into consideration and taken the necessary steps to align your looks with my ideals. I know the Disclaimer said this site is purely for promotional and entertainment purposes, but that last post was designed to be taken seriously, especially if you have red hair. I hate to disappoint at this early stage, but why not let you down softly while expectations are still low: the Hair Products blog has been postponed indefinitely. Use your best judgement until I have an opportunity to shed light on the industry.

Our global numbers are nonexistent, besides the 2 clicks from Hungary yesterday. If necessary I'll address the issue at a later date, but this is a good start, he's from Europe. 

"Beware the Ides of March," so says the smug, fear-mongering prognosticator who, don't forget, says the same thing on the 15th of every month, substituting the applicable month to be clever, of course. Ok, that's actually what I do, but I'll stop. Sitting here on these Ides of March, in the year 2011, my perspective has changed regarding this most chilling warning. As the story goes, Julius' hunger for power and respect led to his  stabbing—23 times by over 60 of his adversaries. They say those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I'm afraid we're off to a bad start here. Just yesterday (and in this post's opening stanza), I put some undue pressure on my reader(s), undue pressure that I now regret. Cancel your hair appointments, or go ahead with the alterations—your call. I'll take you as is, unless of course something comes up that needs to be addressed down the road. Getting attacked by 60 of my adversaries is impossible at this point, given that only 3 people are reading this site, but I'll err on the side of caution and tear up my list of demands. Giving you back your freedom is to be viewed as a Good Idea, the following are to be viewed as Bad Ideas. 

Beware the Ideas of March

Daylight Savings Time

First off, it's Daylight Saving Time, we the people added the 's' for speak-ability. Grammatical alterations for convenience sake is a dangerous game. Secondly, daylight is not saved, but rather, it's shifted. This, loyal readers, is illogical. Studies suggest school-going children are put in harms way in crosswalks and bus stops due to the redistribution of precious morning daylight. DST was introduced during WWI to make better use of power: less wattage in homes, more in weapons-producing factories. The war is over, but a war on daylight remains. All I am saying, is give the old way a chance. 

Be strong kids, help is on the way

Major League Baseball

America's most painfully boring pastime officially kicks off at the end of the month. Millions worldwide will embark on a six month journey of watching paint dry. Don't get me wrong, I love baseball, but the obnoxiously slow pace of the game paired with the high-speed nature of our culture is a recipe for disaster, and may be unsustainable in the long term. This past season, the NFL Pro Bowl did a better rating than the most viewed World Series game. That's a serious red flag. Dust off the cobwebs Bud Selig and listen closely: I propose a shift to a six inning game, as seen in Little League. The Little League 6 would add a much need jolt of excitement: starters throwing complete games, closers becoming aces, elimination of late game pitching changes—basically an overall increased sense of urgency. Some will resist, citing the importance of historical stats and milestones. These stats have already been severely compromised by the Steroid Era. We start fresh with the Little League 6 and put Major League Baseball back on the map. 

ZZzzzZZzzZZZ

March Madness

Have we all gone mad? Every March, men, women and children abound become "experts" on NCAA Men's College Basketball. We ramble on and on about teams we've never seen play, and bask in a mirage of glory after Duke beats CW Post in the first round. Tis the season of frauds, impostors, fakes and phonies. Don't try to sell me on your bracket and don't feign despair when all the 1 seeds fail to advance. You know nothing about college basketball and even less about general decency. 

To be avoided at all costs

Disclaimer

This site is intended purely for promotional and entertainment purposes. All information published herein is gathered from sources which are thought to be reliable, but the reader should not assume that the information is official or final. Coming posts are views of Avatar_Jack and Avatar_Jack alone. Views expressed in this blog do not necessarily reflect the views of Google ®. Avatar_Jack writes this under no duress, with no outside influence from a greater body, ie. puppet master.