Figopulos is a pirate by night

cool guy.. cool goals.. creative ideas!! =]

Funny, I don’t remember things happening like that.

I remember the first time I actually had something resembling a conversation. I believe it was before the bonfire of the first week. You, Constantine, Elena, Gorka and (I believe) a few more Greeks were in the entry way of DHH. I think you were trying to get Gorka to go to the bonfire and then you turned your attention to get me to go as well. I think I got a few odd looks from you and Elena.

I would have liked to have gone, but from what Gorka said, it seems I was one of the lucky ones.

Stayed tuned for the next installment. This is Fig, signing off, reminding you to keep your eyes turned towards the skies.

Once upon a time at MTU, a very small greek girl was perched atop a windowsill. She and her friend, Phil, were joyously snacking on a delicious container of Oreo cookies. SUDDENLY, the peace was disturbed in a most perturbing way: the campers, in their unwise and youthful states, had neglected to supply themselves with much necessary milk to accompany their Oreos down the long, and treturous path to the delicious cookies’ resting places in their bellies. All Hell then broke loose. In a panic, the troubled campers began to do anything and everything that came to mind in order to attract the attention of some higher power that might assist them in their dilema; the first of which was to moo the word “milk” as loudly and frequently as possible. After no luck, many fruitless attempts at gaining superiors’ attentions, and the dinning hall not miraculously opening for their beverage needs, along hopped Sir Figopoulos, the children’s new hero. However, this brave knight was not only just in his milk-serving ways, he was wise: should at least one of the subject be able to complete a given task, the glorious milk would be rewarded. In a deep, booming voice, he proceeded to challenge the campers with a test of wit, agility, and strength. Young and weak Philip shrank away from the awesome power of his superior, “Nay, good sir, but i cannot match your glorious and magnificent abilities. Please forgive my existance.” His perserverant companion, however, was determined to secure her goal. “I shall undertake your bidding.” And with those words, the race for her very LIFE was underway. Creating three perfectly round tennis balls from thin air, because Sir Fig was also a wizard, he handed them to the tiny youth, instructing her to “Juggle.” As the first few feable attempts began to pay off, kniving Sir Fig knew he must do something to postpone the girl’s success. In a blast of heat and light, the three balls spontaneously combusted, forcing the child to move them ever faster. Her cries of pain filled every chamber of Douglass Houghton Hall, mingling with the deep booms of the great Figopoulos’ meniacle laughter. Finally, spent, starving, and parched, the young greek collapsed on the ground. Seeing her in such a pitiful, milk-needing state touched the knight’s gargantuine heart, and provoked him to facilitate her lactose based needs. He returned later that week not only with the white gold, but with more Oreos for the adorable little greek to share with all, and there was much rejoicing.

Not that anyone cares too much, but I think the “truth” must be shown.

After my initial comments, I was was greeted with a new message. I’ll leave the name out, but I don’t think it really matters that much. I would also like to say that I should probably defend myself, but I simply don’t care right now, nor do I want to dignify/condone these actions by giving them a counterpoint/response.

“You suppose correctly Fig. You have no right telling me anything about
the airline industry. ‘Captainship’ as you so charmingly put it, does
not exist. It is largely a courtesy title in the aviation industry these
days as there is no piece of paper after your exams that you can hang on
your wall that says you are a captain unlike a Doctor (good luck with
that by the way, HA!!) How can you hand down something that never
existed? As to the money. If you read my first letter correctly (but
given your previous postings I suspect you are unable to take in large
amounts of information at once!)The part about what it costs to train to
fly jets? When you owe seventy five grand to a loan agency for your
training and you are earning twenty a year, you bet it’s about the
money.!! I am in no way common or mediocre. nobody is, (except perhaps
you)I have been to the top of the mountain (in airline terms) looked
over, didn’t like what I saw, and left. I am helping others to make a
positive difference in their life by warning them what to expect in
their career choice based on my experience. I can’t tell them NOT to do
it but I can warn them what to expect. My second letter was to point out
the misconceptions about the word ‘captain’that were bouncing around,
and to again inform potential pilots about the pitfalls in an
overburdened and teetering industry. Please tell me that none of these
problems exist in the industry (read any aviation mag for those facts)
and I will gladly retract them. My ‘well paid career’ was to start a
specialist children’s publishing company from scratch (despite owing
money for my previous flying career training)It turns over more than
enough for me to live comfortably, own my own plane and donate a
substantial number of books to schools each year to help the children of
the slums of El Salvador and Peru,and not least, it allows me sit at
this keyboard passing my time with a waste of space that thinks I have
no right to exist because I refuse to join in the sometimes pointless
‘mutual backslapping’,and who aspires to “draw comics, grow dreadlocks,
be a doctor, and one day to go on a road trip with no particular
destination.” Don’t look now Fig, but I think you are on the roadtrip
already!! You probably live with your parents as well!!”

I particularly like the final comment: You probably live with your parents as well!! Not only does it seem to go about matters I can’t be bothered with right now, but it doesn’t make sense in context of the rest of the argument. For those who I have been able to toss comments back and forth with, I think I have mentioned my age (20 years) and also the fact that I am in college. I guess education on a subject never stopped a president from making comments on a subject: why should it be any different for a citizen?

Thank you for listening to my rants, and I hope that this will be a glimpse into a future where one need not fear ridicule for a noble goal,

Alright. So you know what makes me irate? People who are asses. Yeah, I know: I do it, too. But I’m talking about repeated ass-ship (or some word like that). So, I’m asking people (namely the people who subscribe to me) to read the posts by Historyman.

After reading them, I am asking you to go to the people that he discouraged and cheer them on in some way. Cheers, preferably some comments, too, or, if you know/live near them, a pat on the back and some words telling them to keep going.

Thanks everyone,

I leave today. I will be travelling and I’m not entirely sure where, but I’ll know when I find it. Be back in a week or so.

We’re talking within the last 30 seconds…

I found a pen! Yeah, no biggie, but this is a pen I lost about 3 years ago. I know that most people would shrug off a little victory like this, but I may be the happiest person alive at this moment.

This pen survived 2 years as my primary writing tool in high school before going AWOL. It’s a Swirl brand, double-sided pen (Dire pen, for all the Dungeons & Dragon’s in the house tonight). Made of mostly of wood, this triangle cross-sectioned pen makes a fine addition to any teacher, lawyer or pen junky’s collection.

Now that I have my Swirl Dire Pen, I’m going to write with it until my hands bleed.

Off, to the writing and running!

They say there is a foil to every plan. For every “villian” on Scooby-Doo, it was “those meddlesome kids.” For one’s Yin, it’s the Yang, Apollo has Helios (excuse me if I have the cultures mixed).

While going to college, I have found a lot of science and math (this may be a result of me going to a tech school to study engineering). All this exact study is excellent for some, and I do enjoy it. However, people who know me will say that I argue for the sake of arguement. I will argue both sides of an arguement for sheer enjoyment I get out of watching a “discussion” evolve.

This brings me to Flash. Artistic, self-enlightened beyond most, contemplative, reflective, I see free spirited in the tags. One of the most important thing I have noticed as an engineer-in-training is to watch what happens, see your impacts before they happen. Flash, however, is what I see engineers to be lacking: emotional, experimental (also from the tags), looking ahead more than a few hours. Maybe above that is how she looks to what she could do differently (and when I say differently, I am saying completely looking at what transpires not just the end result).

If there is one thing to take away from what is around us (or virtually near us), it is what can we do differently to help.

Flash, I admire you.