The Duplicity of the Horde

Having spent the majority of my day working on my 1000 word English research essay, on dualism in To Kill a Mockingbird (a novel) and Breach (a film), I have been thinking a heck of a lot about the ideas of dualism and hypocrisy. I have decided that I shall share some thoughts on this with you.

To start off, lets get some definitions from my good friend Dictionary.com.

Hypocrisy (noun) - a pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, etc., that one does not really possess.

Horde (noun) - a large group, multitude, number, etc.; a mass or crowd: a horde of tourists.

Dualism (noun) - the state of being dual or consisting of two parts; division into two.

So in other words, a hypocrite says one thing and does another, a horde is a large crowd (so basically a fancy word for a lot of people), and a dualist is someone who's life (or part of it) is split into two contradicting parts (most often their stated beliefs and their actually actions).

I would absolutely love to sit here and say to you that I am not, have never, and will never be a hypocrite in any way, shape or form. But that would be one very large lie. No one goes through life never once being a hypocrite on some level, or without practising dualism in some area of there life at some stage.

Without thinking it, people practise dualism all the time. The most common form being that they proclaim to believe one thing, yet their actions show another. I'm sure you don't need examples to know what I'm talking about. Everyone has done it.

You may be wondering what my point is. Well, I don't have one. Not exactly.

No one likes it when people do such things as say one thing and do another. No one wants to admit it when they do. You generally don't plan on doing it either.

I've done it. Many times. I wish I didn't, but hey, I'm not perfect. I'm sorry to say that you aren't, either.

Now, I'm going to make a generalisation. I don't like generalisations, in general, but I'm going to anyway.

In general, I'd say that most people these days are dualists. Quite a few do it to large extents. It seems that everyone these days claims to believe one thing, but in secret do another. It makes me wonder just what is real, what is truth.

So without going to incredible depth today, I just want to challenge you. Are you real? Do you live what you proclaim to believe? Think about it for a while.

Radioactive Martians

Here we have what is commonly referred to as a Martian. Yes, this is not your stereotypical Martian, it is in fact Marvin, the cartoon. I'm sure you'll get over it though.

And then we have the Rutherford model, the common symbol of the atom and all things Atomic these days.
He has finally lost it. You say.

Not really. My mind has just been taken over my Radioactive Martians over the past week.

As we said. Lost it.

Wait, wait, wait... Let me explain.

I've been reading this silly book called War of the Worlds, in which Martians come to Earth from, well, Mars. It's not a bad book, but it's also not the best. It could do with some more dialogue and stuff along those lines. But I've read worse books. Much worse books.

Then today I've been writing an essay for Physics on the historical development of our understanding of the atom and other such boring stuff such as applications of nuclear radiation and the changes this has made to human life. My mind is exploding... or at least getting poisoned by this deadly stuff.

Thus I am forced to conclude that my mind has in fact been taken over by Radioactive Martians.

I see them in my dreams. They're miniature creatures. I see them crawling through my head. My dream world is quite an interesting one now, as you can probably guess.

As I walk around I try to shoot things with the heat-ray.

Plants wither from the radiation I give off.

I sometimes think I have three legs.

Instead of getting tired I begin to decay.

The list goes on. These creatures are multiplying, slowly making me into one of them. More so every day.

I call for the ban of boring and pointless essays in school.

I call for a ban on forced reading of boring books at school.

I'm living proof of how this and other such lethal schooling things can infect your mind and do permanent damage.

Well, not really. And it's never going to happen.

But I can dream, can't I?

The invasion of arachibutyrophobia

It was chaos. People were running everywhere. Screams of terror escaped the mouths of civilians of all ages.

Greetings!

For many years the people of Peanutville had savoured their special Peanut Butter.

As many of you know, I love words. They are totally and completely awesome.

The taste was incredible.

They're even as cool as numbers. That's saying something; I find numbers fascinating.

It smelled delicious.

Every once in a while I come across a word of utmost amazingness. I have a whole digital Post-It dedicated to these.

Whether it be chunky or smooth, everyone loved it.

I would like to share with you one of these today.

Money was worthless here. They traded in jars of Peanut Butter.

It is one of those words you wouldn't assume to be of existence.

They lived it, breathed it. It was their life.

I especially love words like that; strange ones which most people pass through life without ever hearing of.

Then one day, a man appeared. He had a phobia so terrible that it tipped the town upside down.

Honestly, who would have thought that there was a word so odd as this?

For reasons unknown, another person got it. Then another. Then another. It wasn't contagious, but the horror of such a thing seemed to mentally affect one person at a time, until ever last citizen had it.

Arachibutyrophobia.

The fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.

Hop and Croak

Hop. Hop. Hop.


Ribbit. Croak.

They're pretty awesome little creatures, are they not? What are awesome? You may ask. If you do (ask, that is) then there is no hope for you! None whatsoever! By now it should be fairly obvious this blog is about frogs. If the hopping and croaking didn't tip you off, one would assume the picture of the frog would have. I may be random every so often--okay, maybe a bit more than that--but most people would see a frog and assume you're talking about frogs. Kinda sakes a little mense, doesn't it?

Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes. Awesome.


They're just frogs. You may say, once more. And you're completely, 100 percent... wrong! (Admit it, you totally thought I was going to agree with you there for a moment, didn't you? Ha! I tricked you!) Just look at that photo above; they're some of the coolest looking creatures on earth! There are so many different species of frogs that their looks can vary quite a bit, but almost all of them are just so... cute. I cannot believe I just said that, but... I really can't think of any better word to describe it.

They like to play hide-and-go-seek, too, apparently.


That picture did make me laugh. Frogs are pretty awesome, aren't they?

Hop. Hop. Croak. Hop...

If you ever get the chance to be around literally hundreds of frogs in a small area at the same time, you'll also notice just how loud they can be. A chorus of croaks. It's actually a pretty cool sound. Frogs are pretty cool. :)

They can jump pretty far, too. After some quick Googling I discovered that one of the longest frog jumps on record was 33 feet 5.5 inches. That's approximately 10 metres 20 centimetres! Woah! That is an incredible distance for such a tiny creature.

Apparently their eyes can have a range of different pupils, too. Round, vertical, horizontal and heart-shaped. Also some frogs have just two pupils, while others have three or four!

Now, come on, you have to admit it. Frogs are super-epically awesome little creatures. One of the few creatures I actually like! If you happen to have some time on your hands, be sure to Google frogs. There's tonnes of amazing (and actually interesting) information out there on them. You'd be surprised how much there is to know about them.