oh, there you are Orion, it's been a while.
sorry, can't talk now, but i have to go chase these people down.
that being said, tactics and teaching strategy was very nice.
i think that i'm best at just teaching them good form and such, good ways to capture people, the best conduct for stealth, speculating what the other team is doing, etc...
it was just interesting the amount of times i told my team to stay back in defense.
worked wonderfully when they did.
but then at one point with a different team my oldest minion laughed as he was hiding (in a place i told someone to check. yeah. they were thorough. *note sarcasm) because he saw my defense migrating up to the line, where i told them not to be, every time i brought them back.
interesting indeed.
'stand in the shadows'
*find kid 'hiding' in the middle of the lit driveway*
'you were on offense the last two games!*
'kid complains and says he knows tactics from his marine cousin until someone on offense gives in and trades him*
i will give them this.
we always had someone on defense.
...even though my oldest minion, when he was still on my team, unknowingly gave away the position of the flag and walked about obviously...
i suppose i should have driven home the point that you must always assume you are being watched.
he was and didn't know.
WHOAH.
hey, i felt an earthquake!
i thought it was impossible that was wind.
...but no really, it was a real earthquake.
...on a side not, my very short youngest minion can run two miles in 14.30
...
that child needs cross country.
he's in fifth grade and is small.
that's haulin'
just think if he had longer legs...
you know, my mind wanders all the time when i'm outside like that.
making up verses to songs i'll never remember.
wanting to write stuff here but not trying because it will never come out right...
i suppose with the amount of people i've met that try to write songs and poetry and...
well, i suppose those types that do such things i mainly met in high school.
and camp.
just a certain type of person.
i don't want to be that type i suppose, that thinks so much of what they do and for it to not be great.
to me there's a difference between writing because you need to...
and wanting something to show off to people, wanting attention, etc...
ha, and i'm the one staring into the sky like a fool...
looking at my reflection, i suppose.
...laughing at myself because i'm managing to rhyme and am speaking in perfect verse without meaning to while gazing up.
ha, sitting there talking to Orion i got Punk Rock Princess stuck in my head.
i then thought 'You know Orion, I would have been embarrassed to bring him home to you, persay. Then again, I wasn't really excited to introduce him to my church either... I'm to loyal a friend to really consider such things... and that's not a good thing for a friend to do in such a case. At all. In all reality, embarrassment is one thing. It was a new experience. Not feeling proud of the guy you're dating... not quite being thrilled with this person meeting everyone... Now there's something wrong with that picture. My personality of accepting everyone, faults and all, really made me fall this time around. ...and now it's all i can do to keep from judging him and his girlfriend."
*random
I used to say 'mmm...' as in 'umm, thinking, thinking, thinking...' or 'remembering something wonderful'
i've been shaken out of that onomatopoeia.
quite sad actually.
*random
i remember reading a book about an old native american story.
"the rough face girl"
this girl was the youngest in her family, heroldest sister burned her with coals and hacked her hair off while the second oldest sister watched and occasionally stood up for the younger sister. the oldest sister claimed it was the girl's own stupidity that made her so burned, and the village people would laugh at her.
she had burn marks all over her face and i think kept bandages on her arms to cover the burns.
on the edge of the village lived a girl that said the girl that could see her brother, the Invisible Being, could marry him.
many girls got dressed up in expensive clothing and wen to describe the man to his sister.
The told tales of a well dressed and handsome man with fine possessions.
...the woman knew they were lying yet had them come to the wigwam.
they would see the door open and close with no one there, then as the invisible being took his moccasins off they became visible, therefore proving he was real.
the lying girls ran away shamefully.
the girl's older two sisters had taken all her father had in an attempt to look fancy enough to impress this man's sister...
after they left, the rough faced girl decided to go see the man's sister.
her father sadly told her he hadn't anymore fancy clothing to give her, so she wore moccasins that were too large and made leggings and a shirt from birch bark.
the town laughed at her as she walked to the wigwam.
she was asked the same questions, except she answered differently...
his bow was made of a rainbow, his bowstring of the milky way, and his face was of the sunset.
...smiling, the woman took the girl into the wigwam.
the rough faced girl saw the man as he walked in.
ah, i found a version of the story online.
i think this tells it best.
When they reached the wigwam, the Invisible One's sister took the strange clothes off Oochigeaskw, and washed her with water from a special jar. Under her gentle hands, the young woman's scars disappeared, leaving her skin shining and smooth. She also combed Oochigeaskw's hair, and as she did, it grew to her waist, black and gleaming as a raven's wing and ready for braiding. Oochigeaskw had not been treated with such kindness since her mother had passed on, and the joy in her face transformed it into one of surpassing beauty.
Then the sister opened a chest and took out a beautiful wedding outfit, and asked Oochigeaskw to wear it. She had just put it on when a deep voice said, "Greetings, my sister."
Oochigeaskw turned to the entrance and stared at the magnificent young hunter. She saw surprise light his face when their eyes met.
"Greetings, my brother," said the sister. "You are discovered at last!"
The Invisible One walked over to Oochigeaskw and took her hands in his. "For years I have waited to find a woman of pure heart and brave spirit. Only such a one could see me. And now that I have found you, you shall be my bride."
And so they were married. And from then on, Oochigeaskw had a new name: the Lovely One. Like her husband, she too had kept herself hidden, waiting for the right person to find her, and now that she had that person's love, she was hidden no more.
the story i had read originally incorporated more nature into it, yet i like the meaning of this aswell.
makes me feel more at home with talking to constellations as if they can hear me...
with as much as native americans see meaning in the nature around them...
makes me wonder how much of my cherokee blood affects nature for me.
...i know there isn't a direct link, but it's a beautiful thought, isn't it?
ancestors living with nature, their religion being based on the seasons around them, appreciating the life in the trees and animals as i do... and Lord... somehow it all transfers to me.
*random
i wonder if i could get registered with 1/16th or 1/8th...
i know someone that's registered, he said his great-grandma was half...
my great-grandma was half and my great-grandpa has some cherokee aswell...
hmm.
...
you know, i feel badly, but with all the stuff that one guy has done to me, i can't help but hum this...
...then again, the really cynical part of me is the one singing this.
bad cynical side, bad.
...and not like me.
...yet so like me as it brings justice.
understanding.
invoking understanding isn't always the best idea.
yet all the same, gets the point across.
very well.
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