I CAN READ YOUR MIND.

Hiya reader. Fancy a good mind f*ck? Well I just picked up the uncanny ability to read your mind. (For you Readers who haven't been using the internet much for the past couple...years..a mind f*ck is when someone does something so incredibly amazing, so unbelievably and inexplicably awesome your mind feels violated and insecure, as if it had been raped. It's a crazy feeling.)

Answer my questions one by one and then click the "click this" button to experience the full effect.

What is:

4+2?

3+3?

5+1?

2+4?

1+5?

3+3?

Say the number "6" quietly out loud for 10 seconds.

QUICK. THINK OF A VEGETABLE.
Got it? Click next.

Black History Month Should Be Canceled

Hey guy's :-). Before I start, I just want to apologize for this awkward moment. It's been a while, actually it's been too long since I last talked to you and it kinda feels like we don't even know each other anymore. But as Normalguy so gracefully explained in his latest post Don't call it comeback it's LIFE UPDATE #2 , life is so time consuming. You can attest to that yourself. It just seems as though there are more and more things to do, but there's less and less time to do it. Regardless, I do want to apologize for my lack of output these past two months.

Now about my title, Black History Month Should Be Canceled. If you were not aware, which really wouldn't shock me, the month of February is Black History Month. It's pretty much a month dedicated to remembering the History of African Americans and their many outstanding and influential accomplishments. This is a noble idea, but quite unnecessary and honestly not well thought out. I feel this way for three reasons:

Don't call it a comeback its LIFE UPDATE #2

Hey guys how is everyone on this glorious day?

Just replace the Rock with Normalguy, and then replace WWF with AOVW

I have to start of this blog with a sincere apology. It's something that we have fought with in the past, but it just keeps finding its way back into our lives, and that is life. You see life is so time consuming. One day I'll want to write a blog, but I will be currently entwined with either studying, friends, or other life commitments. It sucks, and I'm sorry. But I'm back now, to fill your hearts with false promises of updating weekly. :D

So in order to bring you guys up to date I figured I would do another fantastic Life Update, because at this point we all need to be reacquainted. SO HANG ON TO YOUR BOOTSTRAPS, BECAUSE HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

A Wild Ashfaq Appears!!

            One great pinnacle in every man's life is their first fight. Win or lose, I am pretty sure anybody who is reading this post can look back and pretty clearly remember that day. The first time they came face to face with another human being, emotions flaring. The first time words turned to shouts turned to cannibalistic snarls laced with spit-covered profanity. It's a thing of beauty, actually. Whether you were the victor or you got your ass handed to you  let the other person win, the whole idea of being able to release that emotion as blood, sweat and (sometimes..if you're a pansy) tears. This was no different for me. My first fight changed my life completely. (For you readers who have "virgin" eyes, the language in this post is sooo NSFW. If you don't want to read such vulgar language, I suggest a more..tame blog. Like this or this. Pansy.)

             A couple years ago when I was younger and not as awesome as I am today, I used to frequent the public library a lot. Seriously if you want to become awesome, a good tip is to go read about people who were awesome before you, so that you can make your own special blend of awesome. Me and my younger brother would take the 20 minute walk to the nearest library. But on one particular summer day, my shit was about to get all types of fucked.