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Chronicling the Wanderer


Ten years felt like forever

Posted by EmperorWhenua , Jan 27 2016 · 266 views
anniversary, decade
but it only took one decade.

Is ten years on this site even a notable landmark anymore? I don't even know what's considered "old" or whatever now, in part since I've been gone for so long. Still, I guess it is significant in that is a double-digit number.

Idk, it doesn't matter anyway, but I was still a little shocked to login and realize it was over a decade ago that I, a nervous teenager literally sweating rivulets while exploring the new world of the World Wide Web, made an account against my parent's wishes on a website solely dedicated to one of the few hobbies I had at the time (Lego) and integrated myself in this vibrant community. It's easy to dismiss the things that went on here as petty, but I learned a lot from being here while growing up. Some lessons were harsh and I learned quickly, others were more gradual and I had to gain insight from the retrospective. But still, I look back on it fondly.

BZPower met a need I had at the time, and while it no longer is relevant to my life right now, the lessons and friends I got from it remain ingrained with me. So thanks.

Also, I was originally planning to end this blog entry with the first line and then got all sappy. Huh. Happy thoughts. :)


Hello, blogs, my old friend...

Posted by EmperorWhenua , Apr 24 2014 · 327 views

I've been visiting the blogs occasionally lately and always remembered that I have my own but never really had much of anything to say on it. That's more or less my issue, really; Tumblr has more or less satisfied my [micro]blogging desires and the BZPRPG/school drains me of much of my motivation to type, so that leaves me with... not much to say, admittedly.
However, that doesn't mean I don't have things I wish to express. Quite often I find myself approaching an issue i have particularly high opinions about, and several years back I eagerly participated in debates as though I had a hunger (I did; still do, to an extent). Nowadays, however, I've become more lethargic, partly because I know that once I begin talking on an issue there's no stopping me—I become engrossed in it, obsessive even, and do not stop typing until the zeal is sated and justice served or truth uncovered—and that exhausts me beyond compare.
Perhaps that's not the right way to go about doing myself any favours, though. After all, debating keeps the mind witty and alive much like books hone it to be sharp and aware. I don't read as much, either; I have a stack of about a dozen books, from both fiction and nonfiction genres, I haven't devoured as was my MO once before. For better or worse, though, that's what it's like now and probably will change sometime soon once I regain my footing in life.
I think maybe I'll use this blog sporadically again. It used to be a popular platform, I think—the 49 subscribers can't all have shown up merely to keep close eyes on my words, anyway, and this blog did get a Blog of the Week award many years back... so it at least deserves some second life, right? So with that in mind there will at least few a few entries coming up to catch up on issues important to me or just anecdotes on my adventures (and there are quite a lot). In the meantime, I've updated the sidebar and not much else.
So, uh, toodles?


Kirby the Vacuum is my hero

Posted by EmperorWhenua , Nov 14 2012 · 505 views

I found The Brave Little Toaster on a video site last night and just finished watching it. Oh my gosh, so many memories, so many ups and downs, so many emotions. And that one scene where all the other appliances fall down the waterfall and Kirby is so sad and just slinks away from view...

and... and...

everything is so sad... :( :( :(


Oh my god I was crying so hard and smiling so sad!! And then he saves everybody! "Climb on you cool dude[sic]."

It had been long enough that I remembered a few parts but not many huge chunks or the ending, so it was just like watching it anew all over again. And now that I've seen it again I think I have to say: It's one of my favourite movies ever. And speaking from a more educational standpoint, that movie has many lessons about teamwork and leadership in it, which makes it all the more awesome. Heck, I might even make a presentation about it.

Oh my word, I'm so happy right now! Kirby FTW!


Shirt Contest: A Plea

Posted by EmperorWhenua , May 26 2012 · 401 views

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Okay guys, here's the deal: The deadline is 6 days overdue, and we only had TWO entries for the contest. Previous years we had upwards of 20. Honestly, this is pathetic. That is not a contest, that is a sham.

I have not closed the entry and will accept entries here until Tuesday the 29th, so if you had an idea at the back of your head for a shirt design, enter it. If you said you were going to enter and did not, enter it. Do it. Now. If not, chances are this will be cancelled this year and few people really want that to happen, at least publicly.

And if you don't enter like you said you would, I will buy MLP merchandise and kick it into a wood chipper. :mad:



Posted by EmperorWhenua , May 14 2012 · 223 views

The King’s Keep was the last remaining bastion of the tyrannical regime which ruled the land from the Galloping Sea in the west to the Sawtooth Peaks in the east, the sole defiant finger which positioned itself to be most offensive to all who dared rebel against the vain royal who still demanded fealty. It was a simple castle, a tower three hundred feet tall with little more than a curtain wall for protection. It once jutted out over the green landscape with the grandeur of marble, glimmering in the sun like a jewel, but after the war, the smoke and tar had worn on the alabaster skin, turning it black and yellow with age and despair.

Despite the seemingly temping solution of knocking the thin finger down with a hammer, as it looked frail from afar, hiding its remarkably strong face under a facade of fragile balconies and fluttering tapestries, the sole method of toppling the imperial redoubt was far more complex. Beneath the simple protection the tower had was a vast network of caverns, and it was within these catacombs that the rebels had decided to place explosives. The end would be the same: The tower would be toppled, but in this case they would simply be robbing it of its support. “Fitting, aye?” the rebel captain asked his attaché.

“Indeed, sir,” he replied. The situation was suiting. Just as the rebels had stolen the support from the crown, they were about to rob the king’s last castle of its foundation.

The rebels toiled through the night, assembling in droves as they tunneled through the earth to a subterranean tube the had discerned the location of. After finding it, they wheeled in the carts of dynamite and gunpowder and followed the tube towards the area of the castle’s foundation.

There were few resistants. A few guards were stationed below as a precaution, though the vanguard had disabled them and cleared the way. The rebels worked through the night and into the day, and it was not until late the next night that they reached their goal: The basement chambers under the tower. They laid their stuffs there and left a few of their number behind as the suicidal guards of the load in case it was discovered. They then left and emerged from their entrance.

The men left behind lit the fuses and let it go, not bothering to flee; they knew what the fireworks would look like. For the majority who left, though, the sight was heavenly. In a fantastic blow, the entire bottom fourth of the tower disintegrated, sending the rest of the bastion to crumble down in a massive heap. The earth shuddered, but the people rejoiced as the last bricks shattered. The king’s tower had been destroyed, and with it, his influence. They were free at last.


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