New Year Resolution

No one really keeps their new year resolutions, you'll make it to April tops. I stopped NYR years ago, this doesn't mean I don't set goals, actually I set really big goals around Dec 31. I know what your thinking "well that's a NYR"- but it's not. What I am avoiding is the thought that a new year is possessing some mystical power to make me reach some new objectivity. I don't crutch on such ideas, rather I look at the end of a year instead of a new year. I reflect back on the year and continue, improve, or author goals based on that. The feeling of a new year is refreshing and used as an opportunity NOT a motivation. The motivations come from within me, I do not outsource them to the excitement of a new year that is long pass new once March rolls by.

Omnipotence Paradox

Nonsense does not suddenly acquire sense with the addition of the two words, "God can" before it.

I do Not believe in a Omnipotence God, sorry to those of you who hold onto your bible screeching as I say this but I don’t.

Here is another blasphemy: I don’t believe the scriptures are Omnipotent. Scripture is MAN’s writing of Godly things, revelation is like taking Van Gogh’s Starry Night and making a xerox copy of it. Revelation still exist within the limitations of memory, knowledge, and culture.

God is circumscribed by logic

Now lets not forget we are dealing with language, a very flawed system compared to the workings of nature and God. None the less God wont do something ill-logical because he chooses, not because he can’t. Just the same as he can’t lie, or even more profound God in his “omnipotence” can not save us. Christ can but God can not.

So "Can omnipotent being create a stone so heavy that it cannot lift it?" Answer: No

My logic for God is not based on omnipotence but rather his authoritative power to govern, he speaks and the elements obey him. He warrants Honor from the Universe. We as his offspring are place in circumstances that allow us to act against that honor with own free will, at the same time obtaining the skills needed for his stewardship

Blair Clan : Give Thanks

Blog: Blair Clan
Post: Give Thanks
Video my mom made of Thanks giving

My Pumpkin! I won most original

I am comfortable and like myself enough to enjoy my time being single- but there are a couple of things that bother me about being lonely, but the one that has been on my mind is how sick I am of my own smell, every night I go to sleep only smelling Brandon, how great it is to bring another person close to you and smell her clean hair, close enough to take in the fragrance of her skin. O' how I wish I could smell something other then a guy(me) all the time.

Halloween is coming!

My favorite holiday, just drawing some to get me in the mood. It was common for me to draw halloween inspired images to get myself siked as a kid.

There is this sad hope inside me

My generation and the ones to come's war- the battle over information, the war over truth with a capital "T". I fight it every day

In God's Image

You need to be sure that our world is a reflection (result) of the mind set of God; not God is a result of the mind set of man. God created man in his image not man created god in his image.

I am not who I use to be, and I wont be who I am now. The world is constantly changing and I change too.

1. Alma 5:45-46

Alone among the lonely

Love is So interesting, we all want it- yet so many of use are left heart broken. And we're so scared of being so vulnerable we sneak around our feeling and wait for people to come closer so we can step close. We all want it but we talk in circles, avoiding it until it is initiated. Its just so silly how many heart breaks there are in a world full of people who want to be loved and love in return. So I too walk in circles, talk avoiding but not veering from, reaching out but letting go- because we want that good feeling "love" but give a wide berth to that feeling of heart break. I am a lone in a room full of lonely people.

Brandon's Psalms:

Brandon's Psalms:

So I started a new Page- Inspired by my own study of Psalms (as I get ready to teach it)

Brandon's Psalms

Animation long #2

I am moving kinda along, actually I am having a hard time- as in time is hard to come by. I am having fun and enjoying it, mostly because I am learning a lot. There are plenty of things I could be doing, I am favoring getting this animation done, well the first episode. I am really unsure what I am going to do for voices, I am going to need to find some voices. awesome. ok then......................................................................

From my upcoming animation

this is years old poem thingy I wrote:

Broken hearts are a mess to clean up, which is why I insist to the aidding hand "it’s just a crack", desperately holding the peaces in place spilling my empathy on the floor. You see breaking up is a disturbing momentum. Your life is all mixed up, you are no longer acting as you feel, your thoughts don’t match the words you are saying, and your actions with your emotions, that’s called harmony, your life’s harmony is disturbed by a break up. And so you’re out of balance.

Mellow out the scene a little more. I was never one for a fancy curve and splatter of the emotions. I am warning you the crucial scene you want to save you won’t provide the shelter of wellbeing you demand. Even if your efforts are powerful none of the beautiful creatures will see. If you wish to see the bleeding empathy of my heart then you will have to flee from your fortress behind. I don’t think you could bluff the fear you have, you know better than anyone that you are not invincible. The shady makeup and gratifying laughter is a flawless strategy you wont admit, but the break of confidence can be seen in the corner of your eye, and I anticipate so, the glance to the right that you are wish no one can see, but dear I can notice you are fleeing your security, you are vulnerable most when you see me flagging content with another doll by my side. It breaks you with a red panic to think I can see that you are suddenly calm, suddenly quite. You flush a worry that it is obvious, the heat begins from your toes to your heart, flooding your blushing face and now you must sit down. Grab your weapon, grab it tightly, hold it close to your heart. Feel its blades beside your chest, the shield alongside your arm, your despair encased and your valor on your shoulder.

Find your spot of safety, protection is as shallow as your ego and trust me dear that’s not that shallow. Notice that I am a darker shade of blue, and make note calm waters run deep. Are you brave? Can you walk when the heat comes, or the signs of fire are starting? I am amazed you pulled off pretending, put me off as a fool; fool for you. I never rushed that fast, you took me for the wrong kind of fool, I fell flat on my face before I even got the footing right to rush in.

Mistakes are paper thin, and the company beside us is ammunition, the beating of popularity is some assumed competition, for some fanatic reason we think who ever is happier will win, friends by numbers is points on the score board, but honestly… this isn’t about them. Your false pretence is my false content. “I’m fine” I tell the concerned common friend, a question I deign the contexts of, play the tone that I don’t know what she is talking about.

Demean myself, it is demeaning me, your demeaning, he is demeaning you and you him, she with me, the weapons we threaten at each other’s throats, it all is demeaning.

If everyone knew I cared, if it mattered, if the ifs were pulsating questions and I spoke my mind, said it out laud, compromised you would see I never feared at all but am petrified of what damage you could cause my dignity… so pull out your gun, let the crowd see you have your gun to my head, and my finger is on the trigger. They all would appreciate the silencing of the awkward oar we are spilling into the atmosphere, polluting their party with our drama.

Let the hammer slam, and exposition of powder expose our naked dismal jealousy so we can go home ridicule and battered

But that will never be

Demeaning the whole thing is, I am demeaned.