This is one of the best “UFO in action” videos on Youtube right now. Whether it is legit or not is a whole nuther’ ball of wax. It is fair to note that the guy who shot this didn’t stabilize or focus correctly. Hell — if we had seen something like this, would we?

Check it out.

I saw a story about these things on Digg, and was pretty impressed by what I was reading so I followed the rabbit down the hole and found the following video on youtube.

Looks like fun!

To that end I discovered and recommended a kind of distraction that allows her to experience horrific car crashes in a safe and dare I say it? — “fun” setting. I turned her on to Grand Theft Auto 4. At first she was mortified by the violence of the car crashes in game, but over the course of a few hours she has definitely begin to enjoy it. I see a smile creep across her face that resembles my wife before the accident. She is learning to enjoy the interaction of twisted metal in first person, from the relative safety of the couch. I am thinking I may be on to something here.

It is probably to early to give a definite answer as we just started playing last night. She slept well though, and seemed to ride well today as we ran around town on several “real-life” errands. She is not behind the wheel herself yet, but the little changes are a welcome difference. She is still tense, to be sure. Tonight she leaned over to hug our daughter and turned her neck in an odd way that caused her to lock up — head and shoulders — for 20 – 30 minutes until we could massage the spasm out. I am certain that her pain was both real and distressing, but it seemed to pass quickly compared to previous days.

“One can only hope, and remain open to new ideas…” has become my only motto.

At the center of a circle

where the weak

Are sheltered in the eye of a storm

And the sins of our previous selves

Whip around

and the death of our future

selves is born

And the voices of the billions cry out for justice

And the blood of the small rains down from above

And the screams of the wicked are shrill for the vengeance

And the blame is passed down from one to another

That life is a circle

Is a foregone conclusion

That the circle is endless

Is an obvious illusion

That the cycle of violence which began when Cain

Killed his brother with a rock

Is the path we’ve made

Here we stand

At the center of a circle where the

voices of the meek

Are drowned out by the roar

And the cries of the dead and the dying rise up

To damn us with their howling for

A love, reborn

Like the spine of a rotting hump backed whale

Jockeying for position

The air a riot of radio waves, horns honking and people shouting

We sip flavored coffee from 55 gallon drums in 4/4

These are the rituals that sustain the great beast as it rises from its slumber

It takes a long time to get the line moving, and even longer to stop

Today it shrieks and drops to all fours

Toothy forced smiles lit amber and ruby glow

Eyes shining ahead through impenetrable terrain

Deep in a Mayan sweat

I cut across Louisianna like the right hand of god

I was thirsty

Yet — there is a kind of beauty here I think

It reveals itself in the half waking state between past and present tension

white knuckles cracking on the wheel at the end of the world

And the beginning of the next one grins and raises a flag

Letting me pass on through the outer gates just as the great beast dips its massive head

And disappears beneath the waves of cream

Rolling in from somewhere beyond this horizon