Tuesday, October 7, 2008


In our changing world, friendships are one of the few things that we hope stays the same; however, they often change or end. Friendships often change for the better, occasionally for the worse, and hopefully infrequently end. I have been in the superhero business for about 5 years and I think that during that time I have experienced many kinds of friends. I would like to classify them below:

1. The today friend: This friend is so awesome while you have them. You might feel rather close to them. For reasons you can not always know or predict, the friendship ends suddenly and sometimes violently. Afterwards, you always think of the good times you had with this friend. For example, I once had a friend named M&M man. We were really close friends because of the Superhero Association we both belonged to. We went on many missions together, but he had been dating a Susan the Super steadily. I advised him to break up when I realized Susan had been taken over by spirited woman. Another friend did as well. M&M man broke off the relationship, but when Susan reappeared she held him and me accountable. M&M man and I stayed friends but because we pursued different interests (I the superhero charity league, and he the superhero olympic team; both suitable interests) we grew apart and are now merely aquaintances.

2. The forgotten friend: This friend is the one we often fail to acknowledge. They are usually there for us but don't always talk to us everyday, hang out with us, or give us stuff. They do, however, give us their steady friendship and their steady ear. They are always there for us even though we usually forget it. For example, I have a friend named Truffular Tia. She lets others know what she thinks about me and her other friends she is so close to. She is always willing to listen. She left our area for a while, and then came back. I think it is tough for her though because many people have forgotten how good she was to them. I know I have. This is to Tia, the forgotten friend, but a very good friend indeed. May I never ever forget her.

3. The Best friend: These guys have got us out of tight spots, and we do the same for them. Many times we feel that they are our siblings. They are there for us almost always. They know how to help us feel better and can cut us very deep. For example, I have a friend named Delicate Daisy who once was my best friend. I told her everything, we did super things together. Then she met Spirited Woman through a super boy named Geoffrey of Butterfingers. She hurts me deeply often and I will always feel a deep love and friendship for her, no matter how many times she hurts me. I also have a friend name Harry the hamburger. He has been my friend for many many years and will always be, I hope.

4. The Fake friend: Though there are many sub categories of each of these friends, this is the last I will discuss. A fake friend is someone who is your friend because it is expected. Often you will be a very real friend to them, but they will not be very good friends to you. They use you and then spit you out. For example (last example, I promise!), I once thought spirited woman was one of my best friends. But over the years she has shown her mean face, through actions and words, but then will hide it behind a just kidding. Though I still want to be her friend, she is often not very good to me.

Now there is only one thing to do with this information. Be the best friend not the fake friend. Be a friend you would want to have. Be happy, and love your friends, no matter what type they are. When you get through life and you have nothing else, you can still have friends and a winning personality. One kind of friend I didn't mention is the missed friend. This is also for Alicia, who I love dearly and hardly see though we are currently at the same academy. Best of luck in your friendships.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Fighting for what you believe

Sometimes we feel persecuted for what we believe. I feel persecuted often for my belief that skittles are happy candies. Many people say, "skittles are bad for the soul, and the body." Those people, I have concluded, are deluded. When you are faced with something that challenges your beliefs, do not back down, you are not alone.You should stand up for your religious beliefs if by chance you are ridiculed for your beliefs. I'm not just talking religion though. If you think that something is wrong, the only one who can fix it is you. Violence however will rarely solve the problem whereas diplomacy and the power of speech quite often will. You might not fix the problem but maybe you can help to become the solution later. Good luck, and good night!


We all know that certain people have the ability to give us light. Others certainly try to take it away. Each day we receive and we lose light. We continually get brighter or dimmer, stronger or weaker, warmer or colder. It does not matter what we do we will not, can not, and dare not stay where we are. Those who are under that delusion are kidding themselves to a level that is incomprehensible. We move forward or we don't. I think the important thing is to move forward or certainly we will move backwards and eventually fall. We can gain light, move forward, grow stronger through the influence of others around us. Certainly though, there are people who simply decide to be brighter and then act on the decision. Those people are the people who give us light.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

A Higher Ideal

I couldn't stand by and let noone say anything. Something must be said and I will say it. I hope everyone else will say something as well. Also, please check my other post below this (it's new too!)

A Higher Ideal
Materialism; it’s a growing in our Modern America, and it has spread throughout Europe and is becoming a big thing in growing China. People are extremely concerned with getting the best stuff and having a lot of it. If you can’t make enough money to buy a $200,000 home, a boat, 3 fancy sports cars, a trailer, 2 jetskis, and a pool in your backyard, you are a failure in this material world. In other words, enough is never enough, and everyone fails. It is a growing problem and the attitude that enough is not enough is a growing trend among young adults and adolescents. People are no longer judged on their character, their beliefs, or their deeds, but rather on their cars, their hairstyle, their clothes, and their good looks. "Poor" people everywhere are giving everything for their children, but it will not be enough. Our world thinks that it is only important what those people have, because it’s their fault if they don’t have enough; they haven’t worked hard enough.
This is simply not the case; the world is capable of better. We must hold ourselves to a higher ideal. It simply does not matter if you have a great big house; no one will remember you for your house. It simply does not matter if you are so good looking; no one will remember if you looked like a god or like a garbage can. It simply does not matter if you have the best looking mustang on the lot; no one will remember and no one cares if you have a better car than them. There is so much more to life than this materialism, and that is something America along with almost all of the rest of the world has forgotten.
Material things do not last forever, and you certainly cannot take them with you when you die. The only thing that will be ageless is a sound reputation, good character, and heroic deeds. No one is saying you have to save a country from a terrorist attack to be remembered forever, but you can simply be remembered for a year because you smiled at someone when they thought they had lost everything.
Materialism has conquered politics and the media more rampantly than anything else. People are beginning to look at money and enterprise as good reasons to elect public officials. It doesn’t matter that they will screw the education system and jack your taxes up. We can not have our public figures be people merely of wealth and “political shrewdness.” We must demand a higher ideal. It must not be good enough for us to have merely rich men as our leaders. We must demand that they be respectable, honest, and that they have the integrity and strength to stand up against the corruption that faces our country. If we do not demand a higher ideal, we will settle for less than enough, enough will not be enough. We will fail in our most valiant efforts to be a leading country. Our country will slip into poverty and ruin as many others have who neglected to elect leaders of character and integrity.
In the media, it is no longer good enough to get a good looking, yet normal woman to play movie characters anymore. If she isn’t a size zero, have the most luscious lips ever, and have sleek and shiny hair, she is worth nothing. The world is destroying the self-worth of millions of girls by making women on screen look beyond possible. These young girls think that they can never be beautiful enough. Even if they think they are though, they see such celebrities doing truly destructive things such as drinking, smoking, and having sex left and right. We must demand a higher ideal. If an actress is late to work because of drugs or smoking, she should be let go immediately. We can not afford to send the message to the women of tomorrow that it is okay to smoke and drink without taking responsibility. The media seems to be glorifying these actions of extreme irresponsibility when they should be ignoring these shameful acts. The media should be beyond ashamed of all the irresponsible examples it has running around in its confines. We must demand a higher ideal. We must tell the media what we want by what we watch. We can not waste our precious time on earth watching trashy court TV, and soap operas that make us feel ugly and useless. The people who make these shows do not care about your feelings; they only care about making money. Likewise advertising has hit an all-time low. You can barely watch the TV without seeing something that makes you sick inside or make you want to sue the advertising company for terrible writing. Did they just fire everyone who was good at marketing or something? The writing is either terrible, the content disrespectful or shameful, or both. Advertising no longer makes me want to buy anything; it makes me want to run away to the mountains and live there for the rest of my life. We must demand a higher ideal in the media and advertising. Why should we have to sit through an uncomfortable Genital Herpes commercial, when we don’t even have genital herpes because we were smart enough not to sleep around? Let those people talk to their doctors, but please don’t make me suffer for their decisions. Medical treatment commercials while wonderful for those who need them, waste the time of those of us who do not. Beer commercials are much the same. These commercials, while fun to watch, can in actuality lead me to my death. It’s not hard to pull away from such trash when I think; if I believed them I drink and make impaired decisions. Obviously, the people who write these commercials don’t drink, or they would never write such witty things. So if I respect their commercials I won’t drink; if I don’t respect their commercials I won’t drink. So what in the world are all these people drinking for? I will tell you. They don’t hold the world to a higher ideal.
If you’re worried about hurting the world’s feelings, then know this: You will never make everyone happy, in fact you probably won’t even please half, no matter what you do. Thus, the only solution is to stop worrying about it. We must hold the world and especially those who influence what we view and how we live to a higher ideal. It is not good enough to say, I will let others take care of it. As Mother Teresa once said, “I can not do what you can do, and you can not do what I can do, but together we can do something beautiful before God…” It doesn’t matter whether you believe in God, or whether you don’t. We can not stand for this time-wasting, and quality empty ideal of the current world. We must hold the world to a higher ideal, or certainly we will never experience what golden days we might have.

Internal Conflicts

Have you ever felt like you're not good enough? Well, for me that's not even really a question. Have I felt like I'm not good enough, at 3:00 in the afternoon I hardly ever feel good enough. No seriously, I am feeling really inferior lately and then I start to take it out on others. It's not a good feeling and I know it's because I have eaten more skittles than I've given out. Sometimes I feel like there's a super villain inside me who swears, fights, and lives only for himself, and then there's skittles boy fighting to stay alive and vanquish the foe. I always ask myself: "Which one will win?" I think we decide that each day, and today my super villain was definitely winning.
I do have to tell everyone about someone whom I have just met. Her name is Liz the lioness, and no this has nothing to do with that silly poll I had on here (it's a mere coincidence, hmph! How dare you think I do polls for ideas). She is definitely a super hero not to mention a super hero woman. She is one of those people who bestows good on everyone and everyone likes to be around her. I got to taste some of her goodness literally when she helped me out a few days ago. I had been feeling down and out (probably some kryptonite again) when Liz brought me some delectable skittles. She knew I needed them and brought them to me when I needed them most.
She is a wonderful person and I want to be the kind of hero she is someday.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Bored and Sick... Kryptonite possible killer

Hey everybody, it's skittles boy here. I'm feeling pretty ill today, probably with a cold. If you heard me speak, you'd think that I had been taking some time to chill out or something. I have been kinda tired lately and haven't really done anything important. The problem with that is that I am bored AND sick. I think I may have been infected with some kryptonite in a recent meteor shower, either that or my nemesis Weak Sauce is back to get me again. Hopefully, I solve my problems, but I may be a little dumb and tired as I'm getting my wisdom teeth out next friday. Well, I am still looking towards the sunny side of the rainbow and expect to still have a grand old time. Best of Luck friends!

Monday, July 7, 2008

Feeling down? You could be a super hero too!

This is a call for everyone who is feeling self centered, bored, depressed, happy, charitable, gloomy, miserable, contented, or anyone who is breathing and alive. Everyone needs to get out there and do something nice for someone else. For example, call a friend you haven't talked to in ages and chat with them a while. You could pick up some new super powers like me and take something good to your neighbors. You could be like Delicate Daisy and plant flowers and trees to beautify the earth. We can't just stand here while nothing is done for our world. We must make the difference, and we can one at a time. It will take a little bit of effort, but not much. Just do one unselfish thing a week, that's all I ask. Love a little more, care a little more, shake someone's hand or just smile. You'll find that it will boost you higher than you ever imagined.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Reply to Alicia

This is a reply to my dear friend Alicia who asked how my summer has been. So everyone knows, it has been great. I have been flying throughout the world saving children from math facts poverty and showering skittles on unsuspecting hungry hikers. I also got to enjoy the beauty of nature when I hiked in Arches National Park and camped in the La Sal Mountains. I have hung out with my many friends: Delicate Daisy, Curtina the Chaste, Nancy the Nun, Alicia of course, and Harry the Hamburger. There has been no sign of my nemesis, Spirited Woman or Reese's man. All is good!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A new kind of heroics

I have to say, even skittles boy was not ready for this summer's summer job. It's not like I haven't ever helped someone with math before, but Greg was a new kind of case for me. I got a job tutoring at the local junior high and found more than I had bargained for. I found a type of heroism that I only hope I can achieve. I've fought so many battles but none of them compare to Least Common Denominator.
I get to help about twenty students that failed math last year try to understand math this summer. It's extremely difficult considering a lot of these kids have never gotten any one on one help. Greg is one of the students I get to help, and he has so much trouble with fractions. I will admit sometimes they have even me stumped! I try to explain fractions and the infamous Least Common Denominator to Greg in fifty different ways, visual, audio, hands on. I tried everything I could think of. I didn't feel very super when I found that this guy just couldn't understand. I feel like I'm fighting an uphill battle and keep sliding down backwards. I did find out, however, that he understands how to use a calculator quite well. He might not be coming back to summer school for the rest of the summer because I think his hours at summer school are completed. I only hope I helped Greg a little bit. It seems like these kids just never have anyone show them compassion. I just wish I could help all of them, completely, today. It turns out even super heroes find things that they can't do today, and that they don't know if they'll be able to do at all. It is so hard.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

A buddy and potatoes

Today was a lovely day for some yard work. Even though I have super tendencies I often do tedious chores, nonetheless. I was weeding in my flower bed when I found my newest sidekick. His name is Eddy and he is a Jack Russell Terrier. He was a sweet dog and we hit it off immediately. I'm quite sure that we'll be friends forever and I'm glad I met him. Even though he went home, I'm sure we'll meet again.

After my buddy went home, I had the opportunity to plant potatoes. Those of you who haven't ever planted potatoes, it's a real doozy. It takes lots of strength and it was work even for a hero like me. Everyone should get out and do something in this weather and save the environment. Plants are great and Animals are cuddly. So eat more plants, kill less animals, and plant a tree. Chickens are totally ok to eat though!!

Friday, May 23, 2008

Spirited Woman strikes again!

So much has happened in my super hero life since last I wrote. I went on a super date with Delicate Daisy while Spirited Woman often reared her head in my back window of my chevy venture skittles van. I learned to ice skate, thanks to the help of two gentleman: Kevin and Braxton Hughes, twin figure skaters who helped me learn more than I ever thought possible. I conquered deadlines in homework at school, and I saved many people's days by giving the life giving skittles. I was exhausted but the worst was yet to come. It came in the form of a dream, at least I hope it was a dream, considering it would be exceedingly harsh if it was reality.

Delicate Daisy was talking to me after our date and we got a long quite well. The weekend hit, I went to church and we didn't talk for one day. The next day at school, Delicate Daisy had changed a little and she was hanging out with my nemesis Reeses Man. As the week wore on Daisy changed more and more until suddenly I knew. She had turned into Spirited Woman. It is hard to say where I went wrong but perhaps I didn't brush my teeth enough. It's difficult to find time to brush when people require saving at 6:15 in the morning. Perhaps, Delicate Daisy is still somewhere else, in fact I think I found her in an unsuspecting park this evening.

Daisy and some of our super friends went to a movie and it was so wonderful to spend time with them. It just shows that you can find people you thought you'd lost in places you wouldn't expect. Hopefully, Spirited Woman will leave and all I will have to deal with is what flavor of skittles to give out to those who need them. Please check out the poll at the bottom of the page!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Stress and Tests

Unfortunately, I have not been able to post the last few days because I have been preparing for end of the year tests. (Yes, Super heroes have to go to school too.) Luckily I will be done with those this week. Best of luck to everyone!

Friday, April 11, 2008

My Super Friends

Throughout my many adventurous adventures I have met many super heroes and heroines. I have also met many nemeses who were working against my goals of solving world peace and world hunger. Here is a list of my friends and their powers:

Delicate Daisy - who makes the world more beautiful and ecologically friendly by planting flowers and trees; definitely a very beautiful super woman.

Harry the Hamburger - he's not really a super hero per say but he is really helpful in helping me pull of secret missions, he is a super intelligent guy with the know how to do anything

Curtina the Chaste- a virtuous nun whose sister is Nancy the Nun, very service oriented

Nancy the Nun - a nun who loves to party, she is also very service oriented but isn't afraid to bob for apples or ride on a lawnmower much to her sister's distaste

Sully Sewerman- nothing reeks quite like garbage, and who is better to take care of it than Sully; he's your leading man for the crap that stinks and for taking out garbage like power hungry presidents and demoralized hippies

Jukebox Joe- this guy knows all of the best tunes. Nothing like Bing Crosby to get a superhero going, or Jennifer Saunders' version of "I Need a Hero". This guy is the best for getting people pumped to fight for what's right

Super Junior Mint- My mentor and friend for many years. I haven't talked to her because she is far away, but hopefully I will be able to see her soon and give her skittles and a high five.

Harry the Hamburger's stepmom- what says mother like step mother? Step mom of course, and that's just what Harry's step mom is. She's pretty much an awesome lady that loves to smile and give compliments.

Alicia- my friend who is super in many ways but not in a super power sort of way, but this girl has the heart of a giant, the fist of a titan, and the eyes of a hawk. She loves skittles and would kick Miss Alabama's trash anyday in a beauty pageant.

Jillian the Jellohanded - although jello-handed, Jillian is not afraid to speak her mind and loves to throw parties. She often uses her jello hands to get into government protected skittles so that we can give them to those without.

My Arch nemeses are as follows:

Gregarious Girl- man, will this girl stop talking? She is quick to talk but slow to think. If only she would exercise some self control, perhaps secret skittle secrets wouldn't leak so easily, we don't talk to her but we get a chat from her everytime we see her.

Reese's Man - definitely not a skittles lover, he is used to taking away from the poor and giving to the rich for government secrets, power, and money (giving to the rich for money? I know not really creative of him)

Spirited Woman - Definitely the most interesting piece of work to be discovered, she thinks she is always right and that she should mouth off and punch anyone in sight. Someone should give her an attitude makeover.

I hope you enjoyed this list of friends and foes, beware there are more to come, but these are my oldest and most likely to appear again. Enjoy!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Blue Skies

Some days are decidedly better than others. For example, if I slip on a banana peel, get milk spilled on my pants, get slapped by a beautiful woman, get spat on by a three year old, get in a flying crash in midair, hurt my left skittle, and vomit on my favorite piece of grass it is a decidedly bad day. Today, though, was not such a day. Well, it all really started yesterday. I was working on a crew putting together a Miss America pageant, when the judges got really hungry. Miss Alabama wasn't doing anything so I asked her if she wanted to fly with me to grab the judges a bite to eat. Miss Alabama, being the incredibly intelligent and beautiful Miss Alabama that she is, said she would much rather walk to save the environment. (Not that I put off any emissions when I fly) I got to talking to Miss Alabama and found that I had absolutely nothing in common with her. Even though she was an intelligent and beautiful young woman, I realized I could have nothing short of acquaintance with her and here is why. She doesn't like skittles. I know! Who doesn't like skittles? Well obviously Miss Alabama. Anyways, we got our food and went back to the pageant and the crew told stories back stage. Of course, the crew was comprised of my fellow super heroes, including Delicate Daisy (making the world more beautiful and ecologically friendly by planting flowers and trees). After the pageant had concluded (long but definitely worth it, world peace is on my agenda too, ladies), Daisy and I made our way to the coolest burger joint in town and ate some delectable vittles. We talked and she reaffirmed that she loved skittles. I realized that I did too (of course I did!!) and we had a long conversation while I flew Daisy home. After encounters with Spirited Woman, it is nice to encounter intelligent, beautiful, and friendly women who enjoy talking to handsome, superheroes.

Thursday, April 3, 2008


Tired, it's not usually a word I use to describe my hot bodness usually, but occasionally it happens to the best of us. It come from a long week of raising money for the families of Innocent victims and dancing like noone is watching. I also flew around town knocking out super villains, not to mention my alter ego and true identity (who shall not be named) had calculus homework. I mean who wouldn't be tired after a week like that. It's been a peaceful week and I have only seen Spirited Woman in passing, perhaps though she is planning something devilsome. Or maybe she is just tired too. I did happen to see my fellow comrades Nancy the Nun and Curtina the Chaste raising money this week too. Altogether I must say, nothing is better than skittles.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Spirited Woman strikes again

I was just walking today and who should appear but Spirited Woman and her sidekick Gregarious Girl. They were talking about women problems and I accidentally said something very unbecoming of my super self. Instead of forgiving me for being human, a duel ensued. They teamed up together and I got the thrashing of my life. My left skittle is still hurting. Not only was my body hurt but my pride and reputation suffered. Who will assist the world in skittle happiness now that I have been slandered? I feel more demeaned than Nixon after Watergate. What is a hero supposed to do when such a thing happens? Let me know!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

A fun poem about life

Not only am I a super hero, but I sometimes write poetry. I thought I'd share this poem.

To be Human

Have you felt happy to be you?
I hope you have, it’s the best!
You know you were chosen for now,
today, to help someone in need of you.

Do you ever feel alone?
I hope not, but most do.
You feel like no one understands, and
you may be right, but I doubt it.
Have you ever felt love?
Love so strong, tears coursed
down, along your cheeks, tracing
trails once carved only by sorrow.

Do you ever feel loss?
A loved one, gone seemingly
forever, but not, for they’re in
your heart, framed forever.

Do you ever feel smart?
The world can’t bring you down,
or so you think, until she says
‘How dumb’ and then you think the same.

Do you ever feel life?
Vibrant as night life in a large city,
Flowing through the world, helping
you to feel like a human,
part of the world, part of something big.

How can you say you’re human, if
never having experienced these, you
don’t know how to feel?
I say you can’t, because you’re not.

Humans feel happy, alone, love, loss,
smart. They feel life penetrating
every pore, every opening, every particle,
telling them, ‘You’re alive.’

Friday, March 21, 2008

An encounter with Spirited Woman

It is not often that a young, good-looking superhero such as myself can find a good party with many young, good looking supergirls. But this night was such a night, and my friends Sully Sewerman and Jukebox Joe were there too. We began by playing the usual spin the bottle with the young supergirls (did I forget good-looking?). Ok, so we played Disney Scene-it, so what? Close enough, right? Anyways, this supergirl named Spirited Woman began to argue with me about whether spirits or skittles were a cooler super power. Of course I said, skittles are cooler, because how else could you taste the rainbow. She argued that spirits were more spirited than skittles. I don't really understand her. It is difficult sometimes to understand young, good-looking super girls, and this was such a time. I had no way of outwitting her and so I shut my mouth. Isn't that a grand idea? I certainly think so. Please vote on your favorite superhero.

Monday, March 17, 2008

A brief introduction to Skittles Boy

A few years ago, I was talking to a very close friend of mine and we both decided to come up with super hero names. She decided her super hero name would be Super Junior Mint and I decided I would be her sidekick Skittles Boy. My powers soon became evident as the years passed (really as my imagination made them up). I spread joy to the world by giving everyone sweet things to eat and stopping the spread of world hunger and starvation. While I think this still very important, I think the best place to start is in my home town of Manhattan, Kansas. Today, I decided it would be a wonderful idea to give a bucket full of sweet starbursts (I know not skittles, dang it) to Alicia. Alicia has been my friend for quite some time and I thought she needed something sweet, so I took my sidekick Harry the Hamburger. On our way we encountered many things that obstructed our path of righteousness and justice. First off, Harry's step mom needed her cell phone. We drove a truck to the nearest gas station and found his step mom waiting inside a broken down van. As we began to open the door to give her the cell phone, my arch nemesis Reeses man stepped out and started some wicked kung fu. After a right upper cut to my jaw, Harry the Hamburger tackled reeses man and we could finally give the cell phone to Harry's step mother. Our other obstacles while not as physical were no less demanding. We ran into brain farts as to how to get to Alicia's house, and we suffered through country music. In the end, Harry and I were triumphant and gave Alicia the much needed sweets, I hope she enjoys them. We then spent some time speaking with Jillian the Jellohanded and decided to have a party, hopefully it's a success.