Also..

Who are all you people following me?

I don't know you, comment or something.

Your mother is a hamster.

My newest insult, "your mother is a hamster!".

I was thinking about Evolution theory the other day, then I started thinking about chemistry. I remembered one lesson that included a law of chemistry. The law was "the law of disorder".

Basically, Everything that is moves constantly toward complete disorder and randomness.
Think of yourself holding a handful of marbles, once you release those marbles and take them out of your little controlled environment, they'll scatter and go every which way. You could even think on a larger scale, take you room for example, if you don't impose order onto it, it'll become messy.

Now is where I get to my point, evolution theory is basically (there are so many renditions of it) says that life on Earth started by bacteria or some other kind of microorganism adapting and evolving into new forms of life and orderliness until we ended up with this perfect ecosystem we call Earth.
Yeah sure, that makes sense.

Except for the fact that everything you've ever know will eventually digress into dust. Why? Because the Universe says so.

So what are you going to tell me? That the universe changed it's laws in order for a bacteria to become a Human and then switched them back so we'd all die eventually?

Incorrect.

- Ernie.

- Evolution gives what is needed for survival, Humans have had two kidneys since the dawn of time, we only need one.

a world of peace

"World Peace!", she says, a common answer at any pageant.


Well sister, let me tell you something about world peace, we'll start small scale for you, ok?


There are about 311,788,631 (three-hundred and eleven million seven hundred and eighty-eight thousand six hundred and thirty-one.) citizens in the United States, 2,271,475 (two-million two-hundred and seventy-one thousand, four-hundred and seventy-five) of those citizens are in the armed forces.
So we can say that at LEAST (approx.) .73% of those people have Warfare as a job.


That doesn't seem like too much, does it? 
Well let me ask you something, who provides vehicles for those men and women? who provides weapons? who provides protection, ammunition, fuel, food, uniforms, EVERYTHING that an army would EVER need?


It's not such a small force now is it?
That is a LOT of people who have warfare as a job in one way or another, so now let me ask you, if world peace was achieved, what would actually happen?


Well for sure you'd have some two-million people out of a job, not to mention all the other people who supply them, and that's just in the U.S. alone. 


Lets take that percentage and use it against the world, that leaves us with some 50 million people unemployed (only counting soldiers).


But hey, not the whole world has that large of a military, so lets take that percentage down to .5%


more than 34 million people unemployed (again, just soldiers).


Yeah, vote for world peace, and watch your neighbors starve.


War is a part of humanity, it always has been, it always will be, sorry, but that's the way it's going to be. If I'm honest, I'll say the world NEEDS war, we need conflict, it's in our nature. Not only that, but how much of the world's economy is based upon war? 
A lot. 


- The day the world goes to peace, is the day the world goes to pieces. 


- Ernie.

Wisdom from the unwise.

Myself and the other grandkids went out with our Grandpa the other day (sunday, was it?). We saw Megamind, had McDonalds, drove around in his old VW bus. It was a good time.

Now here's the back story; my Grandpa lost my Grandma a few years back, and remarried another woman. I have no comment on his new wife, however, let me just say that ever since my Grandpa and he got together, a rift between him and the rest of the family has grown. It's been something like a year since I've been to his house, and I haven't seen her since their wedding.

With that, this is the first time I've spent time with my Grandpa in a very long time.

As I rode shotgun back to our house, we talked about my future, what I wanted to do for my career, we jumped on to the subject of my art, at which point he said to me: "Just do it man, don't let anyone keep you from it.".

Of course, you might think it was the obvious thing to say, but it still held more then the average "you can do whatever you want" saying. It went deeper, from the heart of a man with a seriously messed up family life, to his Grandson, who he rarely sees.

It reminded me of what my art teacher told me, that in order to be the best gift I can be (in her context, it was to my future wife.. but you get the point) I need to be successful in my art and keep perusing it and honing my talent.

It brought me to the idea, that, even though my Grandpa could have possibly maybe made some really bad mistakes, he still carries the wisdom of his age and experience. He still understands what's going on in his life, and knows that in order for me to have the fullest life I can have, I need to peruse the dreams God has set out for me.

He ended with "You know, your Grandma would be real proud of you guys, all of you, but especially you. She'd be proud of the man you've become."

- Ernie.
- Typos, I know.

The Piano.

Ever since I was little, there's been this Piano in my family, a beautiful, red, stand-up piano. It belonged to my Grandma, and then to us.
One night my mom leaves a candle burning on top of our piano, the candle decides to not go out, and instead ignites the top of our poor piano ON FIRE.

THE PIANO. IS ON FIRE PEOPLE. LIKE BURNING ON FIRE WITH BLACK SMOKE AND FIRE BURNING ON IT. ON THE PIANO. FIRE.

So my Dad's all "OMG FIRE" and my mom's like "DOOD FIRE" and I'm like "What the heck guys, I'm trying to sleep."

So anyway, my mom puts out the fire, and they spend the following day cleaning all that soot up.

The piano spends years and years, slowly being buried away in the garage, a nice hole burned in the top of it, rendered relatively useless, out of tune, some would say: dead.

I, however, happen to be an optimist. I believe that one day, I will restore that poor broken down abandoned piano (or at least have enough cash to pay someone to do it), until it can be played again, and restored to its former glory.

Here's the piano, buried in the garage, awaiting it's rescue by kind hands and strong fingers.

In other news, I've been gone for some time, not really. I just haven't been blogging.

- Glory days end when you decide to be a boring person.
- Ernie