Is there anything more frustrating as trying to beat a simple game 100%? Many of the least challenging video games I’ve played in my life have some specific ‘extra’ stuff you can do to get something ‘extra.’ And frankly I enjoy a challenge, but sometimes...wow those things are hard.
I know they had them way before this, but the Xbox started a Gamer Score way back when. It was the first time we, as gamers, could point at something and say, “Yeah, I beat that.” It turned those little challenges into something truly fun to try to accomplish.
A Brainless Nod is a blog about love and life, passionately written using articles, poetry, and serial web fiction. We are Dan and Lisa, and we both enjoy writing immensely. We hope you enjoy this look at our passions, our life together, and our opinions. Posts are sporadic due to us entering college, but expect new stuff every now and then!
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Monday, September 2, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
(poem) - Bring on the Pain
I hate those moments
Right after something special
That take a great time
And make the whole even awful
Its going to happen
From time to time
But I’ll hate it with a passion
No matter the reason or rhyme
It gets more rare
With every passing day
That everything goes right
In every single way
Something always
Tries to come around
Bringing along
A dank and dark cloud
I rage against it
With all my might
But I’m getting tired
And always loose the fight
The one thing
I know I can say
Is that the longer people
Together stay
They’ll be able to find
The best ways to hurt each other
Making paradise
A little less brighter
I truly hate those moments
Right after being inspired
When the yelling starts
And an argument has to be retired.
There is nothing more devastating
Than doing what I do
Stopping you from hurting me
By making sure I hurt you.
But life goes on
As beautiful as it may seem
With this one argument
Lurking behind the scene
It might be
The only one we have
But it’s a dozy
And definitely not drab.
All I can say is
Love is a beautiful thing
And conquers everything
That gets put in a sling
Today
The aftermath might be oppressing
But tomorrow is another day
And nowhere near depressing
For love will come
With the brand new dawn
And spread its rays
Upon our green lawn
The grass will grow
Along with our love
We will catch wing again
And fly like a dove.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Right after something special
That take a great time
And make the whole even awful
Its going to happen
From time to time
But I’ll hate it with a passion
No matter the reason or rhyme
It gets more rare
With every passing day
That everything goes right
In every single way
Something always
Tries to come around
Bringing along
A dank and dark cloud
I rage against it
With all my might
But I’m getting tired
And always loose the fight
The one thing
I know I can say
Is that the longer people
Together stay
They’ll be able to find
The best ways to hurt each other
Making paradise
A little less brighter
I truly hate those moments
Right after being inspired
When the yelling starts
And an argument has to be retired.
There is nothing more devastating
Than doing what I do
Stopping you from hurting me
By making sure I hurt you.
But life goes on
As beautiful as it may seem
With this one argument
Lurking behind the scene
It might be
The only one we have
But it’s a dozy
And definitely not drab.
All I can say is
Love is a beautiful thing
And conquers everything
That gets put in a sling
Today
The aftermath might be oppressing
But tomorrow is another day
And nowhere near depressing
For love will come
With the brand new dawn
And spread its rays
Upon our green lawn
The grass will grow
Along with our love
We will catch wing again
And fly like a dove.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Cooking: Japanese Hibachi Style Fried Rice
I’ve been threatening to write this blog post for awhile, and I think, its finally time.... Japanese Hibachi Style Fried Rice!
One thing to note, before I get started on this, is that when we cook in this house, I make sure there are plenty of leftovers. That being said, when I cook my Fried Rice, we make quite a bit. Another thing to note is that I always find my recipes online and modify them to suit my needs. I’ll post them in a footnote kinda thing in the bottom.
One thing to note, before I get started on this, is that when we cook in this house, I make sure there are plenty of leftovers. That being said, when I cook my Fried Rice, we make quite a bit. Another thing to note is that I always find my recipes online and modify them to suit my needs. I’ll post them in a footnote kinda thing in the bottom.
Monday, August 26, 2013
A Writer's Cool Pen and My Computer
There’s nothing quite like transcribing a novel from pen and paper format to the computer. Wow. I mean, extremely wow. Page after page of letters, all running together, forming an amazing story.
In the end, this makes me realize how much I love typing stuff into the computer in the first place. Lisa might have my old Ergonomix pen, that you can no longer buy, but even with the most comfortable pen in the world in my hand, I’d still die from writer’s cramp. Luckily its enabled Lisa to write longer hours.
In the end, this makes me realize how much I love typing stuff into the computer in the first place. Lisa might have my old Ergonomix pen, that you can no longer buy, but even with the most comfortable pen in the world in my hand, I’d still die from writer’s cramp. Luckily its enabled Lisa to write longer hours.
Friday, August 23, 2013
(poem) - Clung for Far too Long
I made mistakes early on
Wishing I could find the one
Looking past an idiot’s flaws
My fate’s conclusion seemed forgone
I lost my faith
In failed love’s wake
The true love I thought I’d never find
Was you
Life brings all sorts
Of slings and arrows to your ports
Love is extremely hard
When it was used, before, to extort
But then I came around
Thinking true love was not to be found
I had to give up on my false idea of love
For you
I woke up one day
Very far away
From my dreams and reality
I gave up on love in every way
I was lost
Without knowing the cost
And the person that found me
Was you
I never knew
This day would bring you
And I would experience
A love known only by few
I was found
And quite knowingly bound
The woman I call my wife
Is You.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wishing I could find the one
Looking past an idiot’s flaws
My fate’s conclusion seemed forgone
I lost my faith
In failed love’s wake
The true love I thought I’d never find
Was you
Life brings all sorts
Of slings and arrows to your ports
Love is extremely hard
When it was used, before, to extort
But then I came around
Thinking true love was not to be found
I had to give up on my false idea of love
For you
I woke up one day
Very far away
From my dreams and reality
I gave up on love in every way
I was lost
Without knowing the cost
And the person that found me
Was you
I never knew
This day would bring you
And I would experience
A love known only by few
I was found
And quite knowingly bound
The woman I call my wife
Is You.
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
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