Call It A Miss-Spelling

 So if you want to, you can say it.

I'm paranoid.

From HC to AL to Dfly to Plink to Kismint...and you say: STOP THE MADNESS!!
Okay, so I'm a name changer. I have a thing about names. They have to be just right. Unfortunately, things change, so shouldn't names change with those things?

--Then of course, it reeeeally doesn't help if I make up nicknames for the numerous people I've surrounded myself with. YES! Many names I've devised, or thought up, or created, or penned--whichever way you choose to put it.

And now I'm a Kismint.

Twas I before? Aye, 'tis true.
Perhaps rumors have reached the ears of you people, bloggers (different denomination then people, of course), hedgehogs, and Marshwiggles that "Kismint" was once a name I held elsewhere in cyberspace.
...Wait, actually, I've used it on many sites, but the first--well, that one was the biggy. Therein lies the simple tale.

First, a confession. Once upon a time, a friend elaborated on a website known by the name of "Club Penguin". Being the small child that I was, the thought of a virtual world where one might converse and correspond with others seemed quite thrilling. From there it was all cornbread & mashed 'taters (<--heyyy...waddya know, I made up my own figure o' speech).

But what was my virtual penguin's name? What on earth would this shamrock-colored, computer generated avatar be know as? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE THE NAME OF ITS EXISTANCE??! Well--

*bleep* we now interrupt this charming little story to bring to you yet another bizarre tidbit from the blog author's personal experiences. We apologize for any inconveniences that may have occurred as result of this. *bleep*

A long time ago, (an age called "Barns and Noble Bookstore"), in a galaxies far, far way (A galaxy named "Shelf"), a book series was found.
This particular book series was not at all a best selling series, nor did it have any claim to be a "New York Times" popular. But it caught a little girl-with-a-gift-card's eye. She bought the first three or four, took them home, read them, instantly thought them quite wonderful books (which is saying more then they deserve) and proceeded in checking out more of the same series at the library.
THEN one day, while reading a book from the series, she came across a name. Something along the lines of:
Kizmet
or maybe it was
Kezment
or maybe
Kisment
or perhaps
Kismet

Whatever the name, the little girl read on, and thought nothing of it.
UNTIL ONE DAY--

 *bleep* we now return you to your regularly scheduled program. Thank you for not suing us, throwing rocks at your computer screen, or forgetting to invite us over for Sardella's Pizza. *bleep*

Well, as you might imagine a parTICularly indecisive person of very [very] mild intelligence would do, I sat there, brainstorming my little brains out in search for the perfect name.
It most definitely could not be a name with numbers at the end--no, that looks silly.
It most definitely could not be a common name--no, originality is important.

I went through many a name that afternoon.
Tealeaf, BlueIce, etc...

Until something hit me.
I had once read a book.
It hadn't been a long book, it hadn't been a true favorite.
But there was a name. A name that had a ring. A name I had never heard.
A name that might--just might--possibly be THE name.

But what had is sounded like? What had it started with? How did you spell it?

Letter by letter, my fingers tapped each key.

K-I-S-M-I-N-T 

"name excepted. Please check the box clarifying that you agree to all terms and regulations..."


-Kismint Eliya Plink-a-Dink, Sword and sWord Wielder, Follower of the True King, and Barer of the Black Cap (commenly noted to take form in a bandana) and Blue Book.

DA SHUFFLING LIZZARRDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I've been noticing that the posts that I post on this posting site where you're suppost to post posts are getting less posty.

Have you?

That is for my good friend L/K (hi). I thought of you when I watched the little guy show off, and I said to myself: Kismint, people who LIVE WHERE IT'S SNOWING (doest thou detect a hint of envy? ;) )  can't see little scaly guys pulling dance moves outta their windows while they do their algebra now, can they? So I decided to make a short film.
Emphasis on short.

Is it obvious to you that I am in a wacko mood? Likely. I think I need food. But I REALLY need to go outside. I've been sitting in this chair alllllll day today. And I've been looking at this screen for halllllllllf of the day today.
You can see the effects.

Maybe I should go now.

...Ooop, yup, gotta go.

More some other time,
Miss Wacko (A.K.A 'Plink.')

Waddya Think?

As a heads up:
I've changed Dragon's Fly (Dragonsfly99.blogspot.com) to The Lion's Gaze (Thelionsgaze.blogspot.com). Check it out, and tell me what ya think!



(Reep wants to know too)


More later.
--Plink.

Those Mayans---They Got It SO Right

Okay, so I find this extremely hilarious.

If you didn't already notice, I put a "Hobbit Countdown" at the bottom of the side bar. *points*
I was thinking about sitting in my chair and sweatpants for the remaining 247 days and watching the clock go tickity tick. But then I realized that I might miss summer.

...Nope. Don't wanna do that.

Cheers,
Kismint

Sooo...

-Plink.

Mourning to Morning

It's Monday, the weekend over, and the schoolwork to be done. But this week is special.

When something is special, it could be for a number of reasons. As we all have known and acknowledged, everyone has their own eyes, their own view, and their own perception. It's a fact. And a well known one.
I would most certainly be correct if I were to say that every week in the life of all of us (for at the moment you are alive) was special in it's own way.

After all, time is a gift. A gift from God.

Alas, we most often forget that this is truth. Sometimes we do not take care to savor the days we receive. Often we doubt if these moments have any particular relevance in the least bit.

But earnestly I say: this week is special, to both you and me.

Once upon a measure of time, in a land far enough from where I type, a king rode on a donkey's back. His people cheered from the streets, raising their voices, proclaiming his name.
And glory was given to the one who deserved it all.

Then the time dawned.

For this was the time that had been soon in coming before there was a dawn in time. Before the sun came forth and showed is face among the stars, before the animals were sung into existence, and before man walked the face of the place called 'Earth', this moment was being ratified.

The Son of YHWH was to be Savior of all humankind.

---A big feat for someone even bigger.

And in the day to come, my Lord gave up his life, dying a bloody, horrific death, only to save the idiot that I am.
At this I puzzle. Why would he do that? What madness would drive a man to willingly lay down the strength that he had to save someone not worthy to look into his eyes?

The answer? It was not madness, but love.

Love so powerful, it cast out all shadows, devoured all darkness, swallowed all evil, and became bane to all suffering, agony and pain.
The power of love is no small thing.

As he hung from the nails in his hands, tortured by pain, and blinded by the blood from his brow, the only thing he could say was "Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing".

It takes my breath away. How could he bear it?
The dawn was black, the curtain torn, and the tears of the people fell into the dust of the planet. The hour had arrived, and death entered through the door.

He lay under the earth. Asleep without dreams. Hope was not found.

Miracles of the past were doubted, many who once saw became blind. The cross that bore the sins of all brought only memory of despair and disappointment.
The beauty of life and time dissolved.

Until the sun rose on the third day.

Awake all children of the Father! Rise from your sleep! The one who died has bested the spear of death! He is alive!

HE IS ALIVE

In this I stand.
In this I live.
In this my all to him I give.

This is a special week.

-Plink

Are You Missing Something?

Feat. Evacuating London by Harry Gregson-Williams.

This is home.

I made this video

Because sometimes I wonder

Are we missing something?