I am turning my sites blue for this week out of respect for the passing of Billy Mays. May he rest in peace. One thing we do know is if there is an after life, all the people there are now going to be that much more excited about everything, and the “angels whites will be whiter”.

May you Rest In Peace.
There will soon be a blog post about this past week of celebrities and another pertinent fact later this week by S.P.O. be on the look out for that.

~Your Emperor, Animalistic.

So today was the memorial service for a woman named Dorothy Smith who died in September of 2007. She was a woman well liked and loved by many. Her memorial service was nearly a year after her death, however it worked out for the best. A family that has not been this reunited in about 15 years, was able to come together to bid farewell to their mother, grandmother, aunt, great aunt, friend, etc. Many kind words were said, many thoughts and feelings shared.

On top of that a great thing happened, a stubborn man, who had a feud with his mother, which had separated him from much of his family, got up this courage to accept what he had done wrong and apologized for it. This lead to a lot of the reasons for feuding and bad blood to go away. With such simple words as “I would like to apologize to my family for being a stubborn old bastard.” (followed by apologizing to his mother’s gravestone for his “French”, and more to the family) This lead into some of the more prominent family members coming forth and accepting his apology with warm embraces and reuniting (for the most part) this disjointed family. Something like this helps me see that sometimes there is hope even in places that seemed hopeless. Good Job, and I hope this works well.

After this the family returned to the house of their parent’s (now owned by the youngest of the children) for a gathering/celebration of Dot’s life, that went on for hours and went real well. A celebration where a child of the man who mended his ties, finally felt like he was getting to know the family he never really knew. He enjoyed this quite a bit, and so did the family seem to. Hopefully they all keep in touch with each other over the upcoming years, I’m sure they’ll need it.

Good Luck Smiths and I am sure if there is an afterlife, “Dot” will be watching over all of you.

Good nigth all,
Your Emperor,
~Animalistic

Tonight is a sad night, A great man has passed away. George Carlin Died today from Heart Failure at the age of 71. He is one of my idols, I am grateful that I did get to see him once before he died, he filled my life with joy, and thought (about the underlying meaning of a lot of what he said). Adored by many of different generations. Hopefully it wasn’t painful, and if there is anything after this mortal coil, I hope he is at peace.

~Sincerely Mourning Your Emperor,
Animalistic
P.S.
In the words of the Great Carlin: Simon Says: …. Go Fuck Yourself
P.S.S.
The news article is here: http://www.etonline.com/news/2008/06/62841/index.html
A really nice article was posted here Carlin, counterculture comedians’ dean, dies at 71

Hi Everyone, (and of course by everyone I mean the one or two people who maybe actually read this when they are bored wandering the internet because they don’t want to do whatever it is they are supposed to do)

It has been quite some time since my last update. Many things have happened since then.

So on this timeline that has been deposed here Lets play a little catch up.

A few months ago it was September of 2007 and the Emperor (well just Animalistic at this time) Had returned to the dominion of the 5’s once more to further educate himself in one of his passions (technology). While their he had lived with one former housemate and 4 new ones (all former acquaintances). These included JP, Piker, Murgatroyd, Maverick, and Pacman.
The semester was a good one, many things had been learned some advancements in the area of programming languages had been observed. During this semester The inspiration for THE PROJECT had arisen, along with the mighty phoenix.

There was a breakfast feast every friday morning more pancakes then you would want to count. Awesomeness.

As this semester progressed there was a great loss, a former teacher from the Emperor’s Childhood had passed on, one from his cherished moments with a riley gang of robotic fanatics known as HYPER. His name was Gerry Quintiliani, and he was a great man, who unfortunately lost his battle with diabetes. The Wake was huge, so many people lined up extending from in the church down the block. In this line Animalistic saw many former professors who he held in high regards, as it should be and as it was.

So another Semester drew to a close, except this time he would not return to this area of great Wit, instead he would take a semester working with Technology at a corporation known to be a fan of creating the “human network”.

On top of all this one of his home domains had relocated so in the short span between semesters Animalistic moved from one home to another and then celebrated a known holiday with his family and took a trip to his fortress of solitude (for lack of a better term) with a loved one of his. This trip went well, and it helped de-stress him before his south bound journey to work for a few months with the “human networkers.”

To Be Continueed