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Thursday, February 8th, 2007
10:26 am	John Galt's Speech mini-version [ 964 words ] For twelve years you've been asking "Who is John Galt?" This is John Galt speaking. I'm the man who's taken away your victims and thus destroyed your world. You've heard it said that this is an age of moral crisis and that Man's sins are destroying the world. But your chief virtue has been sacrifice, and you've demanded more sacrifices at every disaster. You've sacrificed justice to mercy and happiness to duty. So why should you be afraid of the world around you? Your world is only the product of your sacrifices. While you were dragging the men who made your happiness possible to your sacrificial altars, I beat you to it. I reached them first and told them about the game you were playing and where it would take them. I explained the consequences of your 'brother-love' morality, which they had been too innocently generous to understand. You won't find them now, when you need them more than ever. We're on strike against your creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. If you want to know how I made them quit, I told them exactly what I'm telling you tonight. I taught them the morality of Reason -- that it was right to pursue one's own happiness as one's principal goal in life. I don't consider the pleasure of others my goal in life, nor do I consider my pleasure the goal of anyone else's life. I am a trader. I earn what I get in trade for what I produce. I ask for nothing more or nothing less than what I earn. That is justice. I don't force anyone to trade with me; I only trade for mutual benefit. Force is the great evil that has no place in a rational world. One may never force another human to act against his/her judgment. If you deny a man's right to Reason, you must also deny your right to your own judgment. Yet you have allowed your world to be run by means of force, by men who claim that fear and joy are equal incentives, but that fear and force are more practical. You've allowed such men to occupy positions of power in your world by preaching that all men are evil from the moment they're born. When men believe this, they see nothing wrong in acting in any way they please. The name of this absurdity is 'original sin'. That's inmpossible. That which is outside the possibility of choice is also outside the province of morality. To call sin that which is outside man's choice is a mockery of justice. To say that men are born with a free will but with a tendency toward evil is ridiculous. If the tendency is one of choice, it doesn't come at birth. If it is not a tendency of choice, then man's will is not free. And then there's your 'brother-love' morality. Why is it moral to serve others, but not yourself? If enjoyment is a value, why is it moral when experienced by others, but not by you? Why is it immoral to produce something of value and keep it for yourself, when it is moral for others who haven't earned it to accept it? If it's virtuous to give, isn't it then selfish to take? Your acceptance of the code of selflessness has made you fear the man who has a dollar less than you because it makes you feel that that dollar is rightfully his. You hate the man with a dollar more than you because the dollar he's keeping is rightfully yours. Your code has made it impossible to know when to give and when to grab. You know that you can't give away everything and starve yourself. You've forced yourselves to live with undeserved, irrational guilt. Is it ever proper to help another man? No, if he demands it as his right or as a duty that you owe him. Yes, if it's your own free choice based on your judgment of the value of that person and his struggle. This country wasn't built by men who sought handouts. In its brilliant youth, this country showed the rest of the world what greatness was possible to Man and what happiness is possible on Earth. Then it began apologizing for its greatness and began giving away its wealth, feeling guilty for having produced more than ikts neighbors. Twelve years ago, I saw what was wrong with the world and where the battle for Life had to be fought. I saw that the enemy was an inverted morality and that my acceptance of that morality was its only power. I was the first of the men who refused to give up the pursuit of his own happiness in order to serve others. To those of you who retain some remnant of dignity and the will to live your lives for yourselves, you have the chance to make the same choice. Examine your values and understand that you must choose one side or the other. Any compromise between good and evil only hurts the good and helps the evil. If you've understood what I've said, stop supporting your destroyers. Don't accept their philosophy. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, and your love. Don't exhaust yourself to help build the kind of world that you see around you now. In the name of the best within you, don't sacrifice the world to those who will take away your happiness for it. The world will change when you are ready to pronounce this oath: I swear by my Life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for the sake of mine. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
9:26 am	"You have a picture of life within you, a faith, a challenge, and you were ready for deeds and sufferings and sacrifices, and then you became aware by degreess that the world asked no deeds and no sacrifices of you whatsoever, and that life is no poem of heroism with heroic parts to play and so on, but a comfortable room where people are quite content with eating and drinking, coffee and knitting, cards and wireless. And whoever wants more and has got it in him-the heroic and the beautiful, and the reverence fro the great poets or for the saints-is a fool and a Don Quixote. Good. And it has ben just the same for me, my friend. I was a gifted girl. I was meant to live up to a high standard, to expect much of myself and do great things. I could have played a great part. I could have been the wife of a king, the beloved of a revolutionary, the sister of a genius, the mother of a martyr. And life has allowed me just this, to be a courtesan of fairly good taste, and even that has been hard enough. That is how things have gone with me. For a while I was inconsolable and for a long time put the blame on myself. Life, thought I, must in the end be in the righ, and if life scorned my beautiful dreams, so I argued, it was my dreams that were stupid and wrong headed. But that did not help me ata ll. And as I had good eyes and ears and was a little inquisitive too, I took a good look at this so-called life and at my neighbors and acquaintances, fifty or so of them and their destinies, and then I saw you. And I knew that my dreams had been right a thousand times over, just as yours had been. It was life and reality that were wrong. It was as little right that a woman like me should have no other choice than to grow old in poverty and in a senseless way at a typewriter in the pay of a money-maker, or to marry such a man for his money's sake, or to become some kind of drudge, as for a man like you to be forced in his loneliness and dispair to have recourse to a razor. Perhaps the trouble with me was more material and moral and with you more spiritual-but is was the same road. Do you think I can't understand your horror of the fox trot, your dislike of bars and dancing floors, your loathing of jazz and the rest of it? I understand it only too well, and your dislike of politics as well, your despondence over the chatter and irresponsible antics of the parties and the press, your despair over the war, the one that has been and the one that is to be, over all that people nowadays think, read and build, over the music they play, the celebrations they hold, the education they carry on. You are right, Steppenwolf, right a thousand times over, and yet you must go to the wall. You are much too exacting and hungry for this simple, easygoing and easily contented world of today. You have a dimension too many. Whoever wants to live and enjoy his life today must not be like you and me. Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours--" (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
10:46 am	I just got off the phone with my mom. I hadn't talked to her since mid October. She called to tell me that my Ex-step dad got emergency custody of my little brother, this morning. I don't know if I'm going to get to see him again. My mom just keeps getting worse and worse. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 9th, 2006
9:19 pm	I think people usually take Ayn Rand as a "take it or leave it" type of thing, which is really weird to me. People don't take other philosophies "all or nothing," they take bits of it and apply it to their lives accordingly. But Charlie, what about Christianity, Jews, etc.? People that subscribe to these religions tell white lies, smoke, drink, gossip, blah, blah, nobody is perfect. The point is, take the good ideas from different philosophies and stick with them. Also, a lot of people talk about her character when evaluating her philosophy, which is also a mistake. A person with bad character will be enough for you to be skeptical of what they say, but we should be skeptical of anything anyone says(that we might deem important, anyway). I've only read two of her books (actual stories) and bits of her "philosophy viewpoint" books and what I've read so far doesn't sound bad. I'm not looking into going into business, however, and I think a lot of what she says is directed towards people that are interested making lots of money, which is materialism, which is horrible, but what I get out of it is to be myself and do what I want to do. I apply reason to the things I do in life, which is what everyone should do. I do think that Anthem should be a mandatory read in public schools. I don't think there is ANYTHING anyone can say to make that book look evil. "I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006
5:52 pm	So. My life RIGHT NOW... Yesterday was my 22 birthday. I've been worried that I can't get out of my housing contract. I decide that my birthday might not be exciting and I deal with it. Coming to terms with stuff, but feeling good because IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. So, around five o' clock I get some very disturbing news, but I miraculously don't let it affect my mood, too much. I receive about six messages through out the day that wished me a happy birthday. Katie called me when she got off work and took me to eat chinese food. There, she gives me a Haiku she wrote and a birthday card with a Hastings gift card. All this on top of the fact that she bought me a brand new dvd. After dinner, we go back to Paine to watch Hot Shots!: Part Deux and Ice Cream Man. I invited everyone on the paint crew to come watch and eat stuff as well, though I didn't think any would show. Well, not only did everyone, save 3 people, show, BUT one person made me a cake, bought me a horn for my bike, bought me water (hand)guns, someone else brought tons of movie snacks and a snow cone machine. Then, I recieved a card that the ENTIRE WORK CREW signed for my birthday. Honestly, yesterday was the best birthday I've ever had in my entire life. Skip forward to today. This morning I go to the post office because my aunt said I should be getting something in the mail. Well, no post cards, but I open an award letter from the school that says that I'm getting a pell grant big enough to pay off my new classes and then some AND that I get a Stafford Loan that will ensure me a place to live, food, and a little extra cash. This is all going by the standards as if I were living on campus for the semester. See, Eric and I were going to try and get a place off campus, since it'd be cheaper rent AND food and we wouldn't have to deal with any dumbasses. Since we already signed housing contracts, everyone was telling us that we weren't going to be able to get out of them. Today Eric had an appointment to speak with the "head guy" of the housing department. Turns out, since Eric and I are over 21, we have until August 1st to write a letter saying that we don't want to be on campus, then we get off scott free. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Eric and I have already found an apartment. We are going back tomorrow to hammer out the details and move in, hopefully, sometime in mid July. LIFE IS TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME, SOMETIMES. THE WHEEL OF FORTUNA IS DEFINITELY SPINNING UPWARD FOR YOUR FAITHFUL AND HUMBLE NARRATOR!!!! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 8th, 2006
8:29 pm	I've been riding my bike about 15-20 miles a day, 4-6 days a week, for the past three weeks. I go to Hastings to get movies. I got to Wal-Mart to get food. I work. I read. I've watched a little t.v. Mostly the Colbert Report. Last night he made a joke about "Frogs on a Plane." Awesome. Today I went to Hastings and rented: 1. The Saint: Starring Val Kilmer who plays Simon Templar as a professional thief nicknamed "The Saint." 2. Levity: Manual Jordan, a man who served 22 years for killing a teenager during an attempted robbery, is granted parole from a life sentence. After spending his time staring at a clipping of Abner Easley, the boy he killed, he returns to the city he used to live in to find redemption. Manual is played by Billy Bob Thorton. Morgan Freeman is also in the movie. 3. Logan's Run: Logan, a Sandman (police assassin), is forced to search for "Sanctuary" - a place to which people have apparently escaped from the sealed city of the future in which he lives. Jessica is caught up along the way and becomes his companion fugitive as they are both pursued by Francis, a fellow Sandman. Sanctuary is not what they expect. I also went to Wal-Mart and bought Turkey Pastrami, Shredded Wheat and Fiber One cereals, though I have no meat. I've been getting more interested in Fiber. Lastly, I've been getting into They Might Be Giants' The Spine. I just looked up the track list and found out that the cd contains my favorite song title ever(not really, probably just by TMBG. Anal Cunt's song names are WAY funny). 7. Bastard Wants To Hit Me In addition to this, here's a picture of a bat. Also, when I'm alone for an extended period of time, I become the coolest guy on the planet. I love you all, -Team Charlie (Comment on this)
Friday, May 26th, 2006
4:16 pm	I should be used to being alone. I'm going to watch Sifl and Olly all weekend. (Comment on this)
4:01 pm	A faggot The back of my front door. My favorite shirt. My favorite shorts Obligatory crotch shot: (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
3:56 pm	Realizations, I love them. I realized, in the last week, that I believe in "self-fullfilling prophecies" way more than I thought I did. I realized that telling myself that since I drink so much it's ok and I will eventually stop. All the bad shit I've gone through in the last 4-5 years hasn't kept me from drinking. Sure, I don't drink everyday like I used to, but when I drink it's still in massive amounts. Why? Because I like to buy enough to get everyone drunk with me. Because of this, I always over estimate the amount we'll need and I end up drinking all the extra. Instead of this, I might buy a gigantic bottle so it will "save a few trips to Blackwell." This causes me to just drink all day long. I've been thinking about what's going to happen in my life for quite some time. I always envision myself as being somewhat successful, but with major problems still occuring. I end up drinking on the weekends to "reset my mind" or "take a break" from thinking about how dumb and fucked up the majority of the world is. I am realizing that if I keep thinking in these terms, I am just putting limits up for myself, which I will never break because I always think I won't be able to. I know how to discern rational people from irrational people. I know how to separate dumb people from smart people. I wish that the world wasn't filled with so many dumb people and I think I've been fighting off declaring it as "fact" for quite a few years now. I always felt compelled to tell people that they are irrational for believing in religion. I think I'm ready to stop now. I will encrouage people's interest in good things. It's not a matter of "well, Charlie, it's just their opinion." It's about weighing the facts and using rational thought. It's about encouraging the human race to keep from spewing the same shit that everyone else says getting them to make well thought out decisions. This is a random rant. I haven't made the point clear, but I'm too tired to clarify. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006
4:23 pm	Besides, Patrick Bateman was a notoriously unreliable narrator, and if you actually read the book you could come away doubting that these crimes had ever occurred. There were large hints that they existed only in Bateman's mind. The murders and torture were in fact fantasies fueled by his rage and fury about how life in America was structured and how this-no matter the size of his wealth-trapped him. The fantasies were an escape. That was the book's thesis. It was about society and manners and mores, and not about cutting up women. How could anyone who read the book not see this? (Comment on this)
3:53 pm	Quote of the day. My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell. Also, obligatory For the New Intellectual quote: Who are to be the New Intellectuals? "Any man or woman who is willing to think. All those who know that man's life must be guided by reason, those who value their own life and are not willing to surrender it to the cult of despair in teh modern jungle of cynical impotence, just as they are not willing to surrender to the Dark Ages and the rule of the brutes." (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 11th, 2006
11:57 am	Some people say... Some people say that "so and so would be the soundtrack to my life." While I believe that it's quite possible for most people to have ONE BAND'S MUSIC correctly soundtrack their life, this is not the case for me. I understand that most people are ignorant and that I shouldn't expect anything from them, BUT I'm confused as to why music doesn't effect people as much as it does me. I could, honestly, track the most emotional parts of my life by writing down the bands/cds/songs I was listening to at the time. Actually, I've done it before. I did it last summer. It came out to about 7 cds and I wrote a journal, for the entire thing, tracking what I was going through at the time I was listening to each song. It was interesting. I think I should to it again and see if I come up with a different set of songs for different periods of time. The first song I had in the set was Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry, Be Happy." My mom said that I used to dance in front of the tv when the video came on. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
1:14 pm	The Stranglers Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she's heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown With golden brown Never a frown With golden brown (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
5:01 pm	I just woke up: I went to answer the phone and pressed play on my dvd player remote instead. In the dream: Some chick(Amber Kasinger, for those of you who know her) kept knocking on a door to an apartment I was inside. I think I was trying to seduce the girl inside the apartment and Amber kept knocking and running off to deter me. I was getting very angry. I kept running outside to catch the culprit, but I was on the second floor and for some reason she'd always be on the first by the time I got out. So I told the owner of the place. I said,"I'd kick her ass, but she's a chick, and I don't do that to chicks." The owner asked me if Amber was in her apartment. I said no, but I didn't really know. We tried to open it and apparently she was in there. So we ran up the stairs and the owner told me just to call the cops or something. So, on the way back to "seduction girl's" apartment I met a girl that I knew I had had past relations with. She started talking about how I never said anything to her anymore and that I just ditched her. I was explaining to her that she was a crazy bitch because we broke it off months ago and I'm trying to get on with my life. Then she threatens to kill herself by jumping off the top of the roof. I say I don't believe her and she breaks into a mad dash for the roof. She is 12 runners faster than me and makes it to the top of the pointy roof on the three story building. She threatens to jump again and I tell her to just come off the roof with me. She sits down on the slanted roof and starts to slide towards the edge. I slide on my shoes after her. I catch my balance at the edge and catch her hand. She's slipping. She tells me that she'll let go if I don't come back to her. Her mother and brother convienently show up and park in the spot right under where she is hanging from. They look up and start yelling. She tells them that I'm crazy and that I attacked her. Then she looks at me, as they dash towards the stairs, and tells me that she'll tell them the truth so I won't get in trouble, if I come back to her. I tell her that I will. I raise her from the edge and hug her. We climb down from the roof and she proceeds to tell her mom and brother that she was lying(or so I hope), as I tell her that I have to go take care of something and start walking back to "seductive girl's" apartment. As I'm walking, a girl with black hair bursts forth from the immediate door on my right and starts yelling. I block her out. I know exactly what she is going to start to yell at me. I ask myself why I already know this and reply quickly with an answer. I am in hell. I am being punished for everything bad I've done to women. Upon this realization, essentially, my brain shuts down. All of a sudden I'm in a gray, rainy city. I'm walking along the interstate towards some buildings. The building is a small airport. Once I arrive, I wonder why I was walking along the interstate and why I felt I had to come to THIS airport. Then I realize something. Part of the airport is for the airplane passengers. The other half of the airport is Dunbar Auditorium. I start walking through the lobby towards one of the doors and am surrounded by film makers. Why are they all here? I find out that they are here to see my movie. I realize that my movie was the first part of the dream. I am engulfed in a tsunami of pride, but do not tell anyone that it's my movie. I just float through the crowd. I investigate the people by asking what they think the purpose of movies is, to make sure they are fit to watch and critique my movie. I correct a few of them but they are mostly on track. They empty into the seats and I wait in the lobby until the movie starts. I open the door to the black room and watch myself step out of an apartment room. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
10:11 am	See this movie. (Comment on this)
9:36 am	I had a dream that my school was basically a prison. A really tall prison. Outside looked like it had been demolished in some World War. Life consisted of passing through a series of dark gray, cinder block composed rooms. The only rooms that differed were the women's dorms, which just looked like regular dorms(on the inside, still desolate on the outside), but one of the rooms also contained Bryan Ashcraft, in a room that looked similar to Eric's room in real life. Of course, I really don't like Bryan Ashcraft, but tried to resolve any problems we had, anyway. He we malicious and unforgiving. So I started preparing to give him a beating. He still wore baggy pants and listened to Blink 182. This was Bryan from high school with post high school problems. It's kind of funny. It's very sad. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
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Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
1:23 am	Kat: an apology, a response. Me--- I'm putting this here because I thought you'd probably blocked me from e-mailing you by now and you won't return my phone calls. I'm writing this because I still feel bad for what I've done to you. I'm not asking to go back out with you or to even see you. I know I don't really deserve your forgiveness for what I've done to you, but I'm asking anyway. I'm a much different person now, but I'm still paying for what I did,mentally. I'm writing this because I'm having horrible dreams. I'm having dreams where we find each other somewhere. Sometimes school, sometimes Hastings in Mountain Home, sometimes the beach(I don't know why), sometimes the high school. In any case, we keep meeting and you keep telling me that you forgive me. And I believe you. I totally and fully believe you. Then I wake up and remember that it's not like that at all. I'm having nightmares about this. I know we haven't seen each other that much in the last year and half, and I know it's been a long time, but I still feel horrible. Everything that happened escalated so quickly. I know, now, that it wasn't because of the booze or my friends, but because I was still afraid to commit. I have fucked over a lot of girls, but I feel the worst about you, because you really cared for me. You showed me that in all that you did for me, but it still didn't hit me, or maybe I was just scared. I don't know. I was a fuck up anyhow. Anyways, I don't know how often you check your e-mail/livejournal or get on the internet. I'm going to post this in your xanga too, just in case. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be dramatic, I'm just trying to fix something, in my life, that's still wrong. Her--- well i'm glad you finally realize what a piece of shit you are. i just wish liz and sarah and garan and several other people would realize it too. the truth is charlie, that i can never forgive you for what you did to me. and it wasn't just that you hit me and fucked at least 16 girls while we were together. you made me completely worthless as a person for a long time. i'm still not half the person i was before you came in my life. i've cried so much over you. not because i loved you and i wanted you to love me, even though you never did. but because when we were together and for at least a year after that, i was not a person. i was an empty being walking around pretending everything was ok. you fucked up my entire existance. you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me. and if you're different now, then that's great. be different. be better. but you are never going to get a chance to prove it to me. BROKEN You have no idea how much I pay for this, mentally, everyday. I don't think I deserve this anymore. Me--- "well i'm glad you finally realize what a piece of shit you are." I hardly believe that your response to what I did almost TWO YEARS AGO merits a present tense. You don't know who I am. I think that you have some grand delusions about what happened back then. I did a lot of bad stuff, sure, but that's all over and has been for a long time. Harboring this kind of hatred, though flattering that I actually had that much of an influence on your present being, isn't healthy. For what it's worth, not that you will listen, I did love you, I was just a dumb kid that didn't know what he had. Her--------- fine i suppose i should have said "were" and it's true that i don't know who you are and i don't want to. i wish i had never known you. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 10th, 2005
12:31 pm	For the second time in TWO WEEKS, I brought a girl home, named Jordan something, that teased me. This time, though, she acted like she had another personality. E.g. She got on top of me and said, "Don't you want to fuck me? Now that Jordan is gone...You'll like me a lot better, because you can fuck me. She's so boring. Don't you want to be inside me?" I responed to these questions with, "Jordan is fantastic. You are great, too, but I know Jordan actually likes me. Jordan this, Jordan that." I figured out that when I acted like I didn't want to fuck HER(other personality), she would try harder to seduce me. Yeah... I think she left because she was freaked out that I was doing it back. Or maybe, just maybe, she left because she's a dumb bitch. Probably option 2. Or, alternatively, I'm a dumb bitch. She told me that she was going to give me the worst case of "blueballs" that I'd ever had. BUT, I was kind of drunk, so the entire situation didn't really matter to me. She left my dormroom in a rush, I masturbated and fell to sleep quickly. One of the best things about last night, was that I turned on The Evil Dead when we got home from the party. I hadn't seen that movie in a long time. Since I didn't actually see this girl as a potential girlfriend,I disregarded the romance aspect of the situation. I did kind of enjoy the split personality thing she was doing, though. She was doing a really good acting job, considering all the booze that she had drank. Oh well, I got to feel boobs and makeout! (Comment on this)
Friday, December 9th, 2005
10:49 am	FUCKING DREAM http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-1910322,00.html Japan is invaded by 6 foot wide, 450 lb jellyfish. -------------------------------------------------------------- Dream last night. I was waiting outside a house,a house in a cauldesack(sp), for Thanksgiving dinner. I was waiting in a vacant lot with the rest of my mom's family (grams, grandma, mom, aunt Norma, etc.) when Jeffery comes over telling us that the father of his friend in the next house is beating his friend. My mom and I go into the livingroom/kitchen of this three story house. I go in there and see this anorexically looking child, on the floor, watching tv. A tv with a screen that's about 5 inches in diameter and is black and white. They had a much bigger tv, but the father wouldn't let them use it. Just because. I unplugged the tv and restrained myself from throwing it across the room and fighting his father, who was upstairs. So, my mom just plugged it back in and readjusted it and we went back to the lot. Just then, my cousin Johnny, who I knew had been working at Harp's and saving up money, just walked by me with an engagement ring that had a rock as big as a basketball. It was getting dark so I went back out in front of the house and started yelling in an attempt to get the kid to jump out the upstairs window so I could take him away from his father's clutches. As I walk over there, their father, who was curiously dressed up in a preacher's outfit, starts yelling at me, telling me that I will never save any member of his family(in a roundabout way). So I lay down on the carport in front of the garage and start spouting some heroic crap, when he drops a black blowdrier(with D.I.E. in big red letters painted on the side) out the window. I catch it just before it hits my face. After inspecting it for a while, I look back up at the window. By now, the father has dropped a bottle of generic diet coke out the window. It hits me in the face. The father then turns into the scary ghost(the yelling one(I think it was in the library)). The ghost flies across town. All of a sudden I'm riding in a car with Egon towards the theater. The ghost has now grown to be about four stories tall and is in front of the theater. They blast it with their...guns. I forgot what they are called. Anyway, it escapes in to the building, into behind the people at the ticket stand. It's not just a regular ticket stand though, the employees area looks about as big enough to be a two-train train station. The ghost is now just a one story head, about 20 feet behind them. I get close enough so he can smell me through the vents. He moves over and gets close and I spray the diet soda in through the vent to kill him. He then just turns into a grumpy old man, on my side of the ticket booth wall, complaining about the ticket prices to his old lady. The end. p.s. I can't wait to fight that ghost in future dreams. (Comment on this)