Another Week of Summer…

Well, I’m still up, anxiously waiting till midnight to see my SAT II results on (jerks better put it up at midnight…). This is crucial stuff, I gotta know…
Found a recording of the Blue Devils’ Channel One Suite on their website,, if you want to listen. Very interesting, very exciting stuff, though I can distinctly see the tuba part being not so exciting. This is one of those times I wish I hadn’t switched away from trumpet… it’s gonna be awesome.
Well, today has been highly uneventful, though yesterday was a blast. Woke up around 8 to go with my sister, Emily, Julie, Evan, and Ian to see the LotR exhibit at the HMNS. Definitely interesting, very well worth it. Quite interesting to see how they do the “hobbits are short” trick(no, I won’t tell you, go to the exhibit!). It’s pretty ridiculous how much work and money and stuff they put into making the entire moobie. Almost makes it seem like a waste… We got done around noon(and Emily had to come back ‘neways), and since Evan and Ian weren’t doing ‘nething, they came over to hang out all afternoon. Played a bit of Magic, watched a bit of Dilbert, and played A LOT of counterstrike. My eyes hurt so much, but I kept going, passing through several map rotations. Unfortunately, now Ian is seriously hooked, and I’m scared. They both had to go home before nightfall unfortunately, for they have both left this morning to go to Cello camp(Evan) and UM Army(Ian). Sad, though I did get DS9 season 1 from Ian. I know I’m a loser.
So summer’s been interesting. There’s always this confusion of interest, whether to actually be productive, or numb my mind or something on the computer. Guess which is winning? Fortunately(other than today), I’ve managed to keep a somewhat reasonable sleep schedule, getting my full time from about 11 to 10. It feels so good to be getting all this sleep after school ended… and they say you grow more while sleeping ‘neways, so there’s no conflict of interest. Except for mebbe my mom. Reminds me of when my aunt was talking about my cousin’s sleeping habit… “If you miss breakfast, okay. If you miss lunch, I can put up with that, but when you start missing dinner…”
Oh, and due to the apparent lack of interest in Dixon Dills’ story, he has died. So sad. Interesting what happens when you have spontaneous writing(though I’m sure a lot of you do it all the time on those in-class essays…)
I really want to see Batman. ‘Neone got ‘ne quick reviews for me to determine whether it’s worth wasting a moobie coupon on?
Still another hour or so to go until I can check for results. Time for some more Enemy Territory…

I’m Back…..

I’m actually sitting on an airplane as I write this(well, actually, as of now, I’m in front of my computer reading the blog I wrote out on paper on the plane because I felt there’s WAY too much to ‘member in one sitting.)

So Hong Kong. Well, the flight over was fine if you consider a 3 hr flight followed by a 2 1/2 hr delay on a plane followed by a 15 hr flight fine… Got into Hong Kong at 9 or something at night(basically a 24 hr trip). And for all the reading material I brought, I only read(and managed to finish) 2 of the books, both of which I had already started… I know, go me. Don’t ask how I managed to kill 15 hrs past sleeping. And I didn’t sleep that much. *shrugs*

Hong Kong, which in Cantonese i’s pronounced somewhat closer to “Heung Gong”, though white ppl and white languages will never grasp it =), is a super modern, international city. It’s all high rises, offices, appartments, etc. Very crowded, 7 million ppl on a small amount of land I can’t ‘member the numver for. There, land is gold, Apparently on most of the land, it’s illegal to build houses; it must be an appartment or something. Everyone uses public transportation, as only about 10% of the population has cars. But ‘neways, geography lesson.

Hong Kong is made up of primarily 3 parts: Kowloon, Hong Kong Island, and the New Territories. HK in its entirity(sp?) is made up of some 200 islands(can’t ‘member exactly), but only about 10 are named and have public transportation to.

Kowloon is mainland HK, adjacent to China, which it is basically “owned” by(though not run; HK has its own government and everything). It has most of the hotels, residential, entertainment, shopping, etc. The main street, Nathan Road, stretches some 2 miles long, and most of the business centers on this road. Oh, note on how crowded it is: our tour guide kept mentioning how ppl lived in the “rural” areas. “Well Kevin, if HK is so crowded, how are there rural areas?” Well apparently, the “rural” areas are just as built up as the main city with appartments and shops and restaurants and stuff. Mebbe she meant “residential”. *shrugs*

Hong Kong Island is… well, the island. To get there from Kowloon, you can take the famous “Star Ferry”, the subway, or the “No More Excuses Tunnel”. Story ’bout that: so, in the old days(past the 70s or something), the only way across to HK Island from Kowloon(where most lived) was the Star Ferry. Well, it only ran during the day and shut down during Typhoons and stuff. As such, workers and kids could get an excuse from work/school by blaming it on the ferry. After the tunnel was built(working 24-7), ppl no longer had excuses for tardiness or absense. In ‘ne case, on HKI(I’m getting really lazy with these names) is the more industrial/commercial part. Along with the resort-like area. ‘Neways, from Kowloon, you can look across the (body of water which I can’t ‘member the name for) and see the Skyline of HK. It was really incredible with so many buildings and so many lights(see, in HK, there appears to be a big competition for the tallest building, so it keeps getting bigger and bigger and…). In addition, at 8:00 every night is a laser show form the buildings of the skyline. Not so spectacular, but interesting. Elsewhere on the industrial side are Aberdeen and Victoria harbors. In Aberdeen harbor are the boat ppl, fishermen for life. These are ppl who have basically never stepped off their boat. Funny story, some of the elders are so isolated from society, they actually believe if you take their picture that you might steal their soul(OMG, Willie is the devil!). On some of the boats are generators with TVs and fridges and everything. Unfortunately, with all the pollution, the fishermen have to go out farther and farther to fish, several days away. As of the 70s 80s however, HK law has required all kids to go to school, robbing away the youngest generation. Becuase of this, only the elderly are really left on the boats as the kids figure out how much easier life is on land. Apparently, it’s predicted that the boat ppl will die out in some 10 years. Sad.
Continuing, on the otherside of the island, away from the hustle & bustle of life is a resort-like area, mostly left untainted by human influence. Maintained in almost perfect greenery, it was actually pretty spiffy and an incredible contrast to the other side. There, private land can be bought, and there were actually a couple houses and some townhouses there. There were beaches and barbeques too at places like Repulse Bay(not named cuz of the quality of the water, but that pirates were once there was drove out by the British). The place wehre ppl live is called “Stanley Village”, with the famous “Stanley Market”. Nice place.
Up on HKI is Victoria Peak, formerly the highest point, before the government chopped off the top so they could build more tourist stufff up there. To get up there, there is a winding road, or the something-icular tram. Basically, there are 2 trams over 1 track(splits in the middle for a bit) that use each other as counterweights. Genius. Up there is a shopping complex, trails, touristy stuff. You can watch the lights of the HK skyline light up as the sun goes down. Quite nice. It’s also very odd, for you can literally look out one way onto a humongous city(10000X more urbanized than Houston), then walk to the otherside and see greenery and water to the horizon. Crazy.

The final part of HK is the new territories, other islands linked to HKI by a huge suspension bridge, much like the Golden Gate Bridge. There are the airport and the in-the-works Disneyland:Hong Kong.

As I said before, in HK, land is gold, so who doesn’t want to be an alchemist of old? Sort of? If you didn’t niknow, HK is naturally very mountainous. To fix this, the government has gone under the very expensive project at cutting down mountains and pouring it into the water, called “landfill”. Much of this “reclaimed land” is pu to use to build more and more, for HK is still growing and crowded. Harbors(like Aberdeen, Victoria) have shrunk significantly from landfill, and often, hotels with waterside views will often find itself obstructed by another building built in front of it from landfill. Sucks. That’s why living on higher floors is more valuable; the view is valuable, and in some places, truly enchanting.
Another odd part of the growth of HK is “Feng Shui”, literally “Wind Water”, symbolically “Luck Money”. The art is just a way of positioning things for maximum luck and money(Chinese are very superstitious if you can’ tell). Natrually, everything is built to accomodate this art. Some buildings have holes in them for it! Along with other funny designs, it makes architecture in HK truly unique. And don’t screw up, because apparently, 1 building had 1 bad angle, and it never did so well.

Weather in HK is quite similar to Houston, humid and hot, though it rains more.

Well, got your geography lesson, here’s some history. As you probably know, HK was ceded to England during the 19th century as a part of the Opium Wars agreement, only returned to China less than a decade ago. As such, there is a hilariously large British influence there. Double-deckers roam the streets. English words appear above the Chinese translations, not the other way around. They drive on the wrong(nope, it’s not just left, its wrong) side of the road, of which all still have British names like Nathan and Kimberley. Oh, and my favorite, on the subways, whenever you get on or off, a voice says, “Please mind the gap.”

So as for my personal experience, I stayed at the Miramar Hotel on Nathan, the crucial road on Kowloon, right in the middle of “downtown”, in walking distance of everything. Oh, and everyone walks everywhere. That, or public transportation for long distances. The streets are always crowded(except morning; Chinese life seems to go from about 11 to midnight. Most shops and stuff are open really late) with businessmen, vendors, families, etc. Over by us were tons and tons of shops and malls, a shopper’s dream. You could even buy legit(really) VCDs(like DVDs) for about $19 HKD(1-8 against the USD, making it about $2.5US) Everything was cheaper. Even an ice-cream cone at McD’s was about $2HK/a quarter. Food was really cheap too, for a full, real Chinese meal for my entire family could cost mebbe $25US. Oh, and teh food was to die for from buns in the morning(Pineapple custard, BBQ pork, mmm!) to noodles and wonton to fried rice… it was great. I have never had Chinese so good(10000X than in Houston; mebbe 10X better than Toronto, but that’s still a lot). ‘Neways, there were tons of vendors on the street too, wehere you could get curry fishballs on a stick or waffle balls or bubble tea, all something like $1US. Incredible. Open air markets were also plopped down right in the middle of the street with clothes galore. I ended up buying only one thing, but it was worth it. In one of the department stores, we found prescription goggles. Although I wasn’t sure of my exact prescription, I got a pair pretty close for $10-12US.

So there you go. If you want some more personalized answers and experiences, drop me a line; I’ll be sure to ignore you =). Just kidding…

Don’t really want to write right now. Not sure if ‘neone really cares though. Okay, poll.
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Almost Gone…

Well, in about 12 hrs, I’m gonna be leaving for Hong Kong. Exciting stuff, eh? Should be interesting… only started packing a couple hours ago. It’s odd, because in my family, we usually start packing a week in advance, but this time… as I shuffled through the vast array of junk(I realize now how much of it is junk) in my room, the only things I really ended up stuffing in my bag are a cd player, cds, a deck of cards… and reading materials. Lots of reading material. It really puts it all in perspective. I mean, here, all I really do is 1) use the computer, 2) eat, 3) sleep, 4) hang out with friends, and 5) read. I do spend a ridiculous amount of time of the computer, which I’m sure is really bad. Wonder where the time goes. I mean, I really have been playing fewer games lately(which says A LOT about how much I used to play), I only have a smattering of ppl I actually talk to online, and I really don’t surf the net much. Where does the time go?!?
So if you haven’t heard, me, Willie, and DNev are doing a science project this summer to submit to some scholarships and crap, though we’ve definitely snagged our collective sweater on a nail: what are we doing? The past winners have all done stuff that helps ppl(like clothes to monitor health, tsunami warning, etc), not the interesting stuff like quantum computers, space travel, transporters, etc. So, we’re like, “whats there to do?” Well, Willie couldn’t shut up about implants and cryogenic freezing, so we had to knock those out(too… not a good project). We moved on to consider energy sources, like Thermal Depolymerization(got it out of a “Discover”; basically, it takes ‘nething, from turkey guts to old computers, grind it to pieces, processes it, and comes out with relatively clean burning oil, minerals, pure water, fertilizer, etc. It’s ridiculous: for every say, 15 BTUs to run it, it makes 100!), but there wasn’t enough information on it. Next came fuel cells, but it seemed a bit too obvious. Now we’re considering Robotic Surgery. ‘Neone for ideas?
Take just a moment and laugh at Aditya for jumping in a pool… with his cell phone in his pocket(Royce moment!).
Well, don’t think ‘nething has happened, so yeah. Bye for a week, and enjoy your summer.

Stories of Summer

Summer is glorious beyond all gloriousness.
And I’ve never enjoyed it so much.
In the past, I’ve always just kind of stayed at home and vegged all summer, but not this year. This year is going to be so awesome.
Sort of.
Well, the day after school got out, I got a chance to bring Nerd Football back, and we had a good 12 ppl show up to play. We played for about 2 hrs, and I must say, that was probably some of the best Nerd Football we’ve ever played. No rain, no injuries(Willie *ahem*), reasonable teams, and pretty good weather. It was great.
Dad came back last week, which is pretty cool. All the family’s back, feels like home again.
In a span of 4 days, we managed to have 3 parties over at Evan’s house. Interesting time I got to spend over there… lots of fun over there, hanging out with that entire family, lots of PS2, and a nice game of Hold ‘Em. Got to spend quite a bit of time talking with Julie(aren’t you proud you got special mention again?), which was interesting to say the least. Wait, Tom moment: got a poker story.
So I was playing with Thor, Kenny, and Julian, and Julian got wiped pretty soon, with Kenny and me in pretty bad condition. Kenny makes a bad call for going all-in on Thor’s straight, but I backed off and scampered away with somewhere around a dollar left(Thor was, as I estimate, somewhere around 10). Fold, fold, fold, blah blah blah, yet with mebbe 3-4 good hands of the 15-20 he dealt, I managed to claim a sizable amount, and eventually a majority of the chips. But ya. Okay, Tom does a betta job, but whatever.
Been hanging out with Kosine for the past couple days, quite an interesting guy for a complete loser.
Went over to Willie’s yesterday with Aditya and Albie, and we went swimming. Wow.
I can honestly say I’ve never had a better time playing Monkey-in-the-Middle and Marco Polo.
From successfully tricking Willie to swim a lap in a “race” that we made back ahead by far when he “didn’t even see you guys(us)”, to sacrificial victims for Marco Polo, it was hilarious.
New Marchers started yesterday, and honestly, I floundered.
I thought I would have done a better job, but I didn’t quite seem to be able to find the confidence to present myself as a knowledgable DI. That is definitely going to get better(thought I did a better job today, for sure).
The tuba section seems pretty dry right now. Of the 4 kids, one can’t shut up(in a bad way, of course), and the other 3 won’t talk. As such, they’re very fishy(honest question to ‘neone: was/am I that bad?). I think that once summer band comes around and I can stick them in with the rest of the section, they’ll come around. I did.
Marching has definitely been a fun experience. As usual, marching is as exhilarating, in that weird band geek sort of way, and it’s been interesting being a DI. I’ve gotten so used to looking up to great leaders of upperclassmen, like, like… like Daniel Cangany and K.C. White and Chris Westbrook and Arash Tehrani that I really feel like I’m getting more respect. =)
But really, it’s pretty cool, because I can actually make a difference, and ppl watch me and expect me to teach them and lead them. Pretty spiffy stuff. Extremely awkward though, and definitely different. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing Matt Soerens in a leadership position…

Well, luck is fickle, but I just seem to always grab it at the right time.
“Well, that’s one bridge that I’ve crossed while burning,” Jake Rawlins muttered. “How you doing, Dixon?”
“Oh, you know, not so bad, just the usual, murder attempts, torture, etc. Hey, you mind undoing these bindings?” I casually requested of him.
“Oh, ya, sure,” he responded, putting his gun back in his holster, sweeping a couple blond locks back, then working on the rope behind me.
Within a minute, he had undone all of it, and we immediately began to plan.
“So, when you got me in here, did you have a plan for getting me out?”(‘neone catch the quote? Comment the source) I asked, rubbing my wrists, then checking to see what equipment they had stripped from me.
“Well, I know the guards on this hallway are knocked out from some ‘special’ whiskey I gave them, though past that, I don’t think there are any major obstacles. What are you doing down here, anyways?” he inquired. So he was bluffing before…
“A Mrs. Betty Belle came to my door, looking for some cover when she was killed in my office. Went down to Pops, and he pointed me in this direction,” I explained.
A ghastly look came over Rawlins when I turned to look, and his eyes widened. Apparently something was wrong.
“Did, did, did, you… say Betty Belle?” he repeated, blinking hard as though to rid it of his mind.
“Uh, yeah, didjya know her?”
Color seemed to return to his face as he eased slightly, wiping his sweat with a hankerchief.
“We need to break into Captain’s office. Now.” He held his voice carefully, making sure to enunciate every word precisely.
“Why is that?” I asked him, wondering why it was so neccesary to take such a big risk.
“Because there’s no way she could be dead in your office if she’s locked in the Captain’s.”

Strange Places…

Just got back from a dealie at Evan’s house, so no bets on quality.
Uh, sh*t, I realized I completely just shifted from Dixon’s POV using “I” to 3rd person using “Dixon” in the past couple chunks. Oops….


Waking up in a strange room with menacing men holding weapons no longer scared me. Or even surprised me. I’d been through this hundreds of times, and my survival is a testament to some ridiculous fortune.
Perturbed that my hat and coat had been removed, I also noticed my gun gone, along with my keys, wallet, and rubber duck. I tried to move, but found all limbs tied to the chair, and the chair seemed quite stable.
“Stop moving, or the boss says we can make a hit,” one of the men behind him said.
“Make a hit, you say? Hehe, well, my good friend Ricky has made a couple hits too, like “Fly me to the Random Space Junk” and “Come Soar with Me”, hehe,” I replied nervously. Humor always loosened up tense situations. It also loosened up restraint.
“Think you’re so funny, eh?” Darn Canadian hitmen(W00T!!). “Well, why don’t you tell your joke to Mr. Louisville Slugger?” His arm cocked back when a door I couldn’t see creaked open. His arm relaxed as another voice, much smoother, came across to me.
“Mr. Dills, I’m surprised to see you back again so early,” the man said as he closed the door behind him. “Does it not seem like just yesterday that you made a similar visit, under similar circumstances?”
“Perhaps,” I responded neutrally. Advice: don’t let anything on in an interrogation room.
“Ah, well I’m sure you know best. Of course, I actually know why you’re here this time,” he hinted.
“Oh, do you? Mind letting me in on that, I think I’ve forgotten.” I always chuckle in my mind after lines like that.
“Yes, I believe it was because of something like this,” he finished, pulling out his gun and cocking it.
Some people pray at moments like this. I just use my psychic powers to deflect the bullets.
Not really.
“See you in Hell, Mr. Rawlins,” I responded cheerfully, knowing all the little offenses would’ve stacked up against me.
“To be sure,” he responded, swinging his gun around and popping each of the thugs in the forehead.

Yeah. Because that one happens a lot.

if(school.isOver()) Kevin.isHappy(true);

Wow. School is over. That’s it. Sophmore yoear is done. Disappeared. A memory. The past. Old story.
Sucks doesn’t it?

I must say, this year has been a very eventful year, from area marching to being in WE with Tim, to making(and winning with) the UIL CS team, to meeting a lot of fish, to making some new really good friends, to joining the tuba section, to Star Wars, to having Fin(to having my OWN Fin stories to tell now), to the most awesome W Hist class ever, to making DI(story about this later), to KOTOR II(okay, mebbe that wasn’t that notable, but still), to making region band; sort of, to Nerd Football(tomorrow, 10 AM at the game field/track at Taylor) to Andy leaving, to picking up Magic(is that a good thing? hmm…), to David and Ankita, to… wait(hmm…. interesting…) to NOT being a fish ‘nemore, to actually spending time with my friends this year, to Mr. Hobi and Rendawg leaving, to Holycross(agh!!!!), to keeping my grades for another year, to having the most awesome tenth grade I will ever have. I hope.

Another wow for what I need to do this summer.
But first, some anecdotes.

So Saturday, I messed around until mid-afternoon when I headed up with my family to join Evan’s family and some other family friends at Galveston. Watched “National Treasure”, which sucked in a typical overly dramatic but perfectly predictable Disney fashion. After that, played Cranium forever. That game does take forever. I got paired up with a guy named Phillip who I had never met before. Ironically, Cranium requires an intimate knowledge of how your partner thinks, yet we won. Go figure.
Sunday, my sister had her grad party. Willie and Truby and Albie and Julie and Evan(darn you Evan for having a non-rhyming name) came over, and we threw a mini-LAN party playing some Richochet and CS 1.5. Good times…
Watched the season finale of “House” all by myself(Nicole was off working at California Pizza Kitchen). Quite good in my opinion, but I love the show ‘neways. Did you know that Hugh Laurie(Gregory House) is British? Dam, his American accent is good
Exams were easier than I thought. English was a joke, but that was predictable. Exempted French, took Chemistry(which I had failed to study for until during the grad party) which was surprising familiar, exempted Alg, took CS(which was surprising short), took Band(Nice essay… Derek), finished with History which was easy. The only worry spot had been Fin, but I went for my grade today and I had made a 97 on his exam! giving me a 92 for semester. Thank Goodness.
Starcraft is back in season. Played a couple times this week, and actually did a lot better than I thought. Always helps to have good teammates though…
Okay, so I was supposed to phone 4 tubas this afternoon. #1 was a machine, #2 was a mom, #3 was the wrong number apparently(though I cross-checked it with the white pages and it checked out. *shrugs*), and #4 was some kid who had no clue what I was talking about. Dam, darn fish are way too good for me; they have a social life. I’m screwed.
Got a new pair of contacts today, and they felt surprisingly good. Contacts are 10 billion times superior to glasses.

So this summer should be interesting. Got New Marchers next week, which should be really awesome. It’s going to feel so good to get back in the feel for marching. And to be a DI. Weekend right after I have the SAT II Chem, which I should really be studying for. Scoring around 670 right now, though if I actually look on the sections about organic chem and lab setups, I should be well above 700. Leaving for Hong Kong for a week with my entire family, then coming back. For the real work.
As of right now, I plan to study with Kosine every other day for AD, work with a Science Project team every other other day(they look good for scholarships and science fairs), practice tuba, ride my bike for real cardio, hang out with my friends every day, and study for PSAT and SAT. Gonna be awesome. Most of it won’t happen though.

This is really long, so I won’t burden you with a story chunk(actually, just me lazy). STORYTIME coming soon.

Friday Night with Nothing to Do…

Sad, isn’t it?
I was in the car, going home with a couple leeches as well, and I’m like, “Is something going on today? It’s Friday and I don’t have ‘nething planned.” So instead, I just took a nice 2 hour nap to push me through this night…
STAR WARS was awesome!!! (many thanks to bobby for)
I have never felt myself as loser as going to the midnight premiere; then doing homework in line. So ‘neways, I went with Garrett, Aditya, Neville, Willie, and Ryan to the 12:05 showing of Star Wars Episode 3: The Revenge of the Sith. Being in line was quite hilarious with all the people dressed up, ranging from Boba Fett to Darth Vader to a Jewish Rebel Pilot(ok, mebbe he wasn’t Jewish, but I swear his “helmet” looked like a skullcap) to a trashcan-looking R2. As I discovered, quite a few people I knew also attended, a non-surprising fact. Sipping a coke to keep myself up, I managed to stay fairly awake through the entire night, though I must say, coke runs through you REALLY fast, making the moobie a little uncomfortable after about the first 1/2 hr. In ‘ne case, it was pretty awesome. Lots and lots of fights, and very dark. Exactly what I was hoping for. On the otherhand, there were some really bizarre moments that really didn’t work, like the beginning, with “Kill him. Do it”(Fin moment!) to Vader’s cry of anguish that simply came off as hilarious. The script was none better-written this round, with absolutely terrible moments between Padme and Anakin (though Hayden might also be partly to blame). Time didn’t make a heck of a lot of sense either as usual. And people just died left and right real quick(It was outta control!). Past that, I think they tied up a lot of loose ends with this moobie, and I figure that a majority of the community was satisfied with it(which is more than I can say for I & II).
After going to sleep at 4, Thurday wasn’t half as bad as I thought it’d be. I guess it’s okay to pull one of those every once in awhile, though sucks to be you who does it every night…
Exams started with a humongous confidence booster in English, perhaps the biggest joke ever. Vocab was easy(as to be predicted), quotes were few, MC were pretty predictable, and the essays… will go unread ‘neways. So for all those who have Helmcamp, don’t worry a bit(if it means ‘nething, even Athena “claimed” to be okay with it, so ya). Heard History was a joke too, straight from the review, so that one should be fine. I’m still worried about chem, though. I’ve got 91, 88, 92, so I have to do pretty darn well to hang on. Exempting both Monday and Tues morning, so I get to sleep in then… what’s up with exams being easy?


He quietly opened the door to the “Bunny Cradle”, attempting to make as little disturbance as possible. The smoke filed his nasal cavity, blessing him with the smell of cigarettes instead of the B.O. of many unshowered men. Pool balls knocked together, mugs were clunked around, and music played above all other sounds. Wondering what he would find here, Dixon sauntered over to the bar, taking a seat isolated from the others.
“What can I get for ya?” the bartender called over his shoulder while cleaning out one of the mugs.
“Prune juice. Warm, not chilled,” he responded smuggly.
The bartender stopped for a moment, then turned toward him, embers burning in his eyes. “How dare you bring your sorry butt in here and order something like that! You come to an honorable estab-“
CRACK, cried the baseball bat as it collided with the back of an unsuspecting man’s head, ensuing into another bar fight.
The bartender paused again. “Okay, whatever, need to get rid of it ‘neways,” he finished, moving into the stockroom to grab the unopened crate.
“Mr. Dills, I’m surprised to see you back here again,” called out a familiar voice from behind him.
Dixon turned as Mr. Knuckles greeted him as well.

Down by the Water…


“Ah, Mr. Jones,” Dixon replied curtly as the men around him moved closer, bats in hand. “I would greatly prefer it if you removed the mask,” he continued, gesturing to the tall man’s face.
“Ah, yes, about that,” he returned, slowly pulling it off. “So when are you planning on joining the community baseball team? I’ve been waiting for a reply for awhile.”
“I’m on a case right now, so I’ll have to give you a rain-check. Sorry about it.”
They slowly began walking down the street, chatting about news and such. Fortunately, a team of baseball players with bats in hand was enough to keep the thieves and muggers away.
“Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed this,” Dixon said later, “I really need to figure this case out. I’ll call you when I have time.”
The tall man nodded, and Dixon took the nearest cab to head down to the docks.

The docks were a savage place for only the toughest of men, bravest of all, and darkest of skin(sorry). For as dangerous as the streets of Webster were, no law enforcement officer dared go near the docks. A hive of corruption and danger, the docks held almost every major crime organization in town. Along with the only “Sears”.
The sun had not set, but the roads seemed dark regardless. The smell of the ocean, the cries of the seagulls, and the taste of garbage around gave the greatest warning any could need to stay away, but Dixon was unafraid.
He had his membership card in his pocket.
“Yo, whachu trying to pull?” said a random gang member as Dixon walked up.
“I’ve got my card in my pocket,” he quickly responded, pulling it out and showing him.
The man inspected it carefully in his grimy hands. “Looks alright to me. But you better watch yourself,” he hinted, lowering his voice. “The Blue Clams are looking to start trouble. I’d stay in Vaseline Razer town, if I were you.”
“Do you know where I can find the nearest Bar on 5th street? I’m actually kind of thirsty,” he asked offhandedly.
“Bunny Cradle. Can’t miss it,” he responded. Dixon gave him a quick nod and headed in that direction, not noticing those in his shadow.

Mid-day Report

Well, I normally update at night, but since STAR WARS is tomorrow, I’ll need all the sleep I can get. And a band concert.
Star Wars is going to be ten-billion times way too awesome to describe (kudos to Bobford for the tickets, too). I actually get to go with 5 of my buddies and see a midnight premiere for one of the biggest cultural spectulars ever. I’m pumped, even in the middle of review week. All the little spoilers and stuff I’ve heard have just been building my anxiety. It’s going to be flipping awesome…
So school sucks. Reviews suck, teachers who make you do reviews for exempted finals suck, teachers who go over a review all class period in a class that you’re exempting suck. Fortunately, I think I’m pretty safe in all of my classes. None of my exams are predicted to be hard since: English, I got over 100 last semester; Band, Whatever; W. Hist, Mo got a 90 last semester, and my grades are quite good this semester; Fin, my only vaguely close class, is a apparently ridiculously easy final(and he bumps); CS, the biggest joke ever (I’ll bet ‘neone $5 that the Animal-Dog-Cat-Lizard inheritance thingie will be on the final, and the class A and class B extends A super calls will be on it). On a different note, the H drive in CS was down yesterday(and this morning). If you haven’t heard, well basically, the H drive is a 203 GB drive that holds all of the CS accounts across KISD, and usually, we’ve got tons of room on it to work with. Well yesterday, we seemed to have difficulties saving, etc. to it during 7th, so we check to see we have a whopping 5 MB left(it fluctuated; said 0 bytes at one point). I came to the conclusion that some CS 3 Senior in 6th period (*cough* John *cough*) wrote a “fill program” that basically makes a lot of folders and a lot of files on someone’s H drive to fill it up. I actually still don’t know if that was the case, but it was fixed by today, so whatever… it’s dumb things like this that I think will eventually get all of our CS permissions revoked(if you don’t know, CS kids actually have more authority than teachers; they can’t install stuff along with other blah). CS kids can basically do whatever the heck they want.
Well, in ‘ne case, I gotta go to the band concert soon *ugh*. I’ll write the story sometime later.

The Beginning of the End

Sophmore year is almost over, and as much as I want it to end, I regret that it will so soon. I told myself at the beginning of high school that I would be living the best 4 years of my life next, and that all the drama and homework and whatever would be something great to look back on. Mebbe I do wish to go back to being a fish, mebbe I did enjoy the little(but existant) punishment I got. Well, there’s always next year to look forward to, and mebbe I’ll learn to appreciate it a little more.

So I went in to take my credit by exam this morning. All in all, it really wasn’t that bad. Think I had a good chance – until I saw the heart diagram. “Hmm, don’t ‘member this being really important…” I dunno, I was under the impression it was going to be all multiple choice on stuff like, “what are the stages of development” or “what drug do you get cannabis from” or “what is the most effective way to prevent STDs” or “what segment of the population is *disease* most common in”, but instead I get a nice little Biology/Anatomy diagram. Without a word bank 🙁 I actually think I could’ve done extremely well on that section too if I had changed two things: 1)I knew that the diagram had left on right, vice versa(‘membered that much), but I couldn’t ‘member if it was ventricle on top or atrium on top. Oops… 2) The word “Vena cava”. I stuck the pulmonary artery in the wrong place ‘neways, so I think the ONLY thing I got right was the “aorta”. Unfortunately, the heart parts were worth a total of 10 pts, and you need to get a 90 or above to get credit… Bones were miraculous though. All in all, I only forgot the scapula(shoulder blade), ulna/other one(lower arm), and the pelvis(bonus pts for the person who can name the pelvis; leave a comment). Even though it wasn’t that bad, I know I’m not getting credit. Looks like I’ll do correspondance sometime later…

Star Wars is coming up this week, and thanks to the extreme generousity of Bobford, I’ll be going with 5 of my buddies at 12:05 at night(My mom’ll take us there at around 9, fyi guys). W00t for not sleeping befoere my first exam! I’ve heard it’s pretty flipping awesome though. Lots and lots of fights. Other than that is all spoilers. ITS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!!!

I did a large majority of my Fin review in one sitting, which I’m extremely proud of. Quite interesting what a quick review will do. In chemistry, at least. I’m on, like, 5 on the Holycross review – which is going to suck majorly. Damn her for making me do it, even though I’m exempting…

A good afternoon is not having a dead broad on your office floor.
Today was not a good afternoon.
One of the secretaries came rushing in, a horror covering her face.
“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, hand over mouth, eyes as wide as a whale.
“Yeah, that stain’ll be a pain to remove from the carpet,” I responded, checking to see how deep the blood had stained.
The secretary ran back out, which I had hoped was to call the cops. I needed answers.
And stain remover.
I checked and found the bullet wound just above her left temple, piercing straight into her brain. I shook my head, disappointed at another lost life at my hands. I searched her, looking for any clues to her existance, but she had no identification, nothing that could tell me anything. I knew there had to be a lead, something that could tell me something and lead me from this mysterious enigma before me. I checked her pockets once more, then again, hoping that I had missed that important clue, and that it still lay there.
“The police are coming,” the secretary told me, poking her head just past the doorframe. Glancing in her direction, I gave her a quick nod, and she disappeared back to where she came from.
No good mystery starts without a lead. Then again, maybe my lead was waiting for me somewhere else.
After the cops had arrived, after I had cleared up the situation, after I had cleaned up my carpet, I took my coat and went for a walk.

The Webster streets are a dangerous place, a poorly kept part of town. Slums exist in every doorway, crime runs rampant in the alleys, and no one who lives here doesn’t have a story to tell. The disorganized streets are a haven for those who wish to disappear and make a living without one.
I knew one man who might help me, one man who had all the answers, one man who just might give me that lead.
I walked into the bakery, inhaling the aroma of “Papa’s Bread”. I catiously walked over to the counter, checking for spies, yet trying to maintain my facade.
“Daniel, finish the baguettes right away! I cannot afford to lose my top customer just because someone sneezed in the first batch and had to start over!”
I chuckled at the menacing voice coming from the back, a deep Italian accent for a large man. I stood at the counter, awaiting his return.
“Ah, Dixon, my top customer,” he spewed, sauntering back over to the counter. “What can I get for you today?”
“Ah, Mr. Papa,” I started, iniating the code sequence. His countenance suddenly changed as he glanced at all the tables, then resuming his act, picking up a glass to clean.
“How are the chickens, Mr. Dills?” he responded, quickly picking up the lingo.
“They are just fine, but my third hen lay a broken egg this morning. I was wondering if you could stop it from happening again,” I quickly responded. You don’t get sent to four years at detective schools to not know this stuff.
“Well, what name does this hen go by? I hear that the name is important.”
“She is Betty, and it happened right after I rang the bell.”
His eyes suddenly flashed sorrow as he turned his back to me, replacing the glass and picking up another. “You might want to check the Bull’s Barn, the fifth stall. You might find some more hay there for more padding.”
I nodded my head as he handed me a baguette, which I kindly took for free as I turned to leave his shop.
I wondered as to what I would find at the Docks, but I knew that Papa wouldn’t fail me. I closed the door behind me when I noticed several figures around me.
“We’ve been waiting Mr. Dills; I’ve been waiting for this,” said the tallest one.