Museings of a Uncollected Mind

Hello, I'm a Christian who at this moment in time is only starting to finally figure out what I really do believe about religion. I am a Christan as I just said, and there are bits I believe and bits I don't believe.

Please note I'm not trying to prove or impose my views on you, I'm just writing down what I really think on these subjects.

1. God -- Believe

God does exist and so does heaven, because otherwise Christianity is 100% wrong, which I don't believe. By not believing in God, that means I don't believe in Christianity, when I quite obviously do.

2. Adam & Eve -- Don't believe

I don't believe them, just because evolution seems a better and more likely option. For creationists who say there's evolution's just a theory, isn't the whole of Religion just a theory?

Plus, the idea that Adam and Eve got busy enough to populate the entire Earth with 100+ children... I mean, that's got to impossible, doesn't it? No woman would be able to survive 100+ babies coming out of her...

3. Noah's Ark -- Don't believe

How could Noah build a giant Ark, fill it with two of very single animal in the whole world, and still have it float? Surely such a giant Ark couldn't be built before the flood began, and surley the wieght of all the animals would cause it to sink.

4. Jesus -- Believe

It's like God, I can't not believe in him really. Like with God, I can't help but to believe in him, I just do.

5. The Bible -- Don't believe in

The Bible gives you teaches about how to run your live and become closer to God. Thou shalt not have sex before marriage, Thou shall not steal.

I've never broken a single one of the 10 commandments (as far as I know), but I don't believe they all have to be definative. Swearing is a sin, yet I do it every day, so is taking the lords man in vain.

I do these everyday because in this day and age, it's hard not too when you grow up with everyone around you doing it themselves.

I believe that, while you don't need to do it, if at the end you're sorry about it and pray to God asking for forgiveness, just as long as you actually feel bad about it, God shall look down on you and everything will be ok.

There are a couple of my views. I have many more, but they'll just start to bore you.

Cheese shall kill us all. It shall, but if you end your life now, the cheese won't kill you and the prophecy will be unfinished.

Unless of course you killed yourself with a bit of cheese...

I went to the chip-shop to get (big surprize) a bag of chips and some fish. I managed to get there when they had just started to cook all the chips, so I ended up waiting for fifteen minuets. Four seperate people got served before me, and when I finally got it, the chip-serving guy gave me a free can of Dr Pepper!
There is goodness in the world, and damn that can of Dr Pepper tasted good, it tasted of ... Dr Pepper.

How do you? I've tried many times, but it keeps on saying "According to the information you have given us, you aren't allowed to get a myspace".

How the heck do I get one? I've been trying for 10 minuets, it won't allow me. WHY?

There is one guy who I don't like in my school. This is becuase he's a stuck-up, little smeg who is forever annoying me to crap. I will not tell you his name and this is me shouting out about one person who will not be known.

First of all, he takes everything the wrong way. I'm chatting with one of my friends, they're playing a game and lost a life by doing something stupid. I say "Retard!" in a playfull manner and we noth laugh at the comment. Then Mr annoying comes in and "You should not call people retards, that is a very hurtful thing to do." and it's like "It's a bloody joke, we're both laughing, noone got hurt, whats it to you?" (of course I would never say that to his face.)

And he thinks I'm his friend. He thinks that I care about him. When people have been particulary nasty to him, he thinks I give a crap! I'd never do anything nasty to him, but he annoys me to heck.

Of course, I've got to stand there, making it look like I care and give him advice and try to cheer him up, but I don't want to do it and I don't really care if he needs cheering up or not.

I used to be his friend, now he's just annoying me, I want him to leave me alone, wrote it down, done with it.

Scroll down the page for part one.

Part Two

The Doctor couldn’t get to sleep after what he had heard. From the room next to him, the Doctor had heard a wall crashing down; he’d heard screams and other noises. All from the room next to him.
Donning his usual clothes, the Doctor crept out of his room, and to the door of the one next to him. He checked the door, it was locked. Checking through his pockets, the Doctor found a credit card-
“Mr J. Hudson, who the heck’s that?”
Using the card, the Doctor got in, finding the destruction of the room before him.

Ten years. Ten years. Stuart had been in that glass tub for ten years. Josephine had waited for ten years.
Head in her hands, Josephine stared through an open window at the end of the living room. She stretched on her red velvet chair, and sank back, depressed. She’d been depressed for ten years.
Suddenly, the sound of metal clanging, the sound of wet stomps on the carpet. The sound of breathing.
The half-mechanical Stuart came through the door way, into the living room. He was alive.
The two surgeons came in and took off both of there surgeon masks. Their faces were not-like anything that Josephine had seen, the face all metal, hard jagged edges. There eyes were just holes, laced with a mesh-like material. Out of the corner of both their eyes, there was an oil duct, in the shape of a tear.
The Cybermen stood inline with Stuart, all three of them staring at her. One of the cybermen turned to Stuart.
SHE IS YOUR LOVER. SHE HAD HELPED US CONVERT YOU. KILL HER.
Stuart raised his arm up. Out of his arm ejected a small, pen-like device. Out of this device shot a searing hot laser, with struck Josephine straight in the chest. She convolved and died on the spot.
The Doctor walked into the living room, holding up his credit card.
“Miss” said the Doctor. “There has been an accident in room 7…B” The Doctor spotted the Cybermen, the Cybermen spotted the Doctor.
SENSORS INDICATE MALE, TIME-LORD, DOCTOR!
“Yes, that appears to be me. Hello! Now, that accident”
The Doctor legged it out of the room, the Cybermen close to following. Stuart stopped them wit one command, and the Cybermen went back to him.
STOP, HE MUST CONVERTED TO CYBERCONTROLLER.
The other two Cybermen looked at Stuart.
WE OBEY, OUR NEW CYBERLEADER.

Lightening harshly attacked at the ground below it. A storm was brewing up, and the Doctor knew that.
In his eighth regeneration, looking like a Victorian gentleman more than an alien Time Lord, the Doctor huddled himself together as he ran through the rain. He looked the street he had found himself in, and spied upon a mansion like place at the far end of the street. He could see the sign; it was a Bed and Breakfast Inn. Good old Victorian England!
He hurried towards the house, and when he got there, he rapped on the door, almost impatient for someone to answer.
Finally, the doors creaked open and a old woman, in period dress, came out and surveyed the Doctor in the moon-light.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor” said the Doctor, trying his best to look cute in the horrible rain and wind. “I was wondering if I could have a bed, and possibly breakfast”.
The woman surveyed him for a couple more moments.
“Yes, you seem the type I want around here. Come in” The woman’s voice was cold, even colder than the Doctor was.
The Doctor was given a bedroom and bed, which he gratefully lay in, tried as heck.

In the room next to him, there was young chap called Arthur. He was at a desk, writing a manuscript he wanted publishing. He worked at an insufficient candle, well aware of the gaps in the bottom of the wall, allowing the prevailing wind in.
He wrote, and drifted to sleep, his head falling down into his ink-well.

NOW IS THE TIME TO STRIKE.

Two men, both in surgeon’s uniform crashed through the wall, knocking debris everywhere. Arthur snapped awake, suddenly aware of the surgeon who was holding him down, and the other one who had a syringe, which was being inserted into Arthur’s neck.

In a glass box, suspended in a watery substance, with wires coming out of him, laid the remands of poor old Stuart. Struck down by a spaceship, he had almost died. His wife, Josephine had been there.
After the accident, two aliens came out of the spacecraft, they were very sorry. They offered to rebuild his body, to help him recover. Josephine had lent them her basement to rebuild him; they had worked day and night.
Parts of Stuarts body had been cut off, replaced by machinery. Stuart lay there, unconscious, in his 10 year old coma. But what he really needed, as said the aliens, were human body parts.
Josephine was sent; she had to protect her husband. She grave-robbed and murdered, all to bring her husband back to life. She’d do anything for Stuart.

The owner of the B&B the Doctor was saying at, Josephine, sat in the B&B basement, looking upon the remains of her husband.
Two surgeons came in, holding the drugged Arthur. They lay Arthur on the table, and told Josephine to go away, they had work to do.
Josephine did as she was told and went away, leaving the basement to the sound of saw cutting the human flesh and bones.

I'm pissed off. I'm part of a forum (I won't tell you who) and am a active member on the "Fan Art" section. I comment and post up my own work. The only problem is as I comment on other peoples stuff, no-one comments on mine.

I'm new to Graphic Art, I've only been doing it for two months now. There are people who have doing Graphic Art for years and some who do it as a freakin' job!

It's not fair. Because it's a TV show, we do covers of all the episodes. When I do a cover for an episode, then someone who has been doing Graphic Art for years post a cover for the same episode, they always get the commebts while I get bugger-all.

The only reason why that person is better than me is becuase he's an expert, I'm still a beginner. It's un-fair and I hate it.

The amount of times I've almost stopped Graphic Art just because I never get any recognition for it.

Just in case you want to see some of my artwork, here one of my best pieces -

http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u90/drwhographics/TheMindofEvil.jpg

This got hardely any comments either...

I'm back, and a bit through a short series of fan-fics for Doctor Who!
Inspired by the "Totally Doctor Who" cartoon "The Infinate Quest", I've decided to write a series of short, but hopefully sweet, Doctor Who stories, that link into a story ark.

Hopefully I will actually finish this series, here's hopeing!

I'm back, and a bit through a short series of fan-fics for Doctor Who!
Inspired by the "Totally Doctor Who" cartoon "The Infinate Quest", I've decided to write a series of short, but hopefully sweet, Doctor Who stories, that link into a story ark.

Hopefully I will actually finish this series, here's hopeing!

I am part of the Outpost Gallifrey Doctor Who forum, and have been for a long time. And being on this forum has made me realise that most Doctor Who fans don't like most of Doctor Who.

First of all, the new series, where everyone says "It's too short, you can't get good stories in that lenght", "To fastpaced" and "RT Davies is a twat".

Second of all, the Classic series, where people are known to create entire threads on why this episode is rubbish and should have never been made.

I hopefully see myself as a Doctor Who fan who watches and likes Doctor Who, although I have been known to complain in the past. So, this has a message.

If you're a Doctor Who fan, stop f* *ing around and enjoy the bl* *y programme you're supposed to be a fan of!

And Star Trek fans are another matter...