Bill Gates is going to hold the world for ransom...

Alright so every day at work my wondering mind takes me to CNN.com to see what is going on in the world. Get a good idea of whats happening. Well today I read something utterly disturbing! Bill Gates is going to try and control hurricanes!


My first thought was a person trying to control hurricanes is a super villain that uses the hurricanes to flood cities and destroy countries and holding the world at ransom. How do you stop someone who has the power of hurricanes!? Is Bill Gates just freaking bored and feels that playing around with Hurricanes is the answer? Dude, Bill, you need to play Halo 3 and this whole hurricane thing will be forgotten because you are getting your trash handed to you by some punk 12 year old who swears like a sailor.


I imagine Bill suddenly appearing in his next press conference wearing all black, a cape, and a black mask with a big Microsoft symbol on his chest. Bill's world is coming crashing around him since everyone is finding out what Microsoft no longer is building the best stuff around. He feels threatened. Bill must react in order to keep his empire in control...the only solution is to control the weather and take over the world. His first order of business as ruler of the world will be to destroy all Apple devices and anyone seen using a mac or apple product will be killed on sight.


My other idea of what may have sparked this weather controlling mad man...Bill being frustrated with what is happening to his empire decided to create something so advanced that it would bankrupt all his competitors. Bill kidnapped the top scientist from all major governments from around the world and of course Robert Downey Jr because he made the Iron Man...unfortunately Bill hasn't figured out that Iron Man is a movie and not real. But we will let him figure that out later. Then with his now kidnapped super power he puts them on an island to begin work on his robot army. Well his robot army became self aware and began killing everyone except Robert Downey Jr who for whatever reason is now the God of the robots. Now Bill Gates needs to wipe out the island before they can do more damage then they already have so his idea is to create a hurricane to destroy all habitual life on the island thus destroying his haywire Robot army and Robert Downey Jr.

Good luck to us all!

Camarillo Mental Institute...

So I recently had the chance to go to California for a best friends wedding. Every time I go down there my friend Jimmy wants to go to the old mental institute to see if some haunted thing can happen. Well this time we decided to go late one night. It was a foggy night and we didn't really know what would happen. I had been there a few times before walking around and it was creepy but nothing really happened. This time was different.
We began walking around the parts that are still in the same condition as the mental institute was left as. Lots of the school has been changed into a college but parts of the school are still the creepy mental institute. We walked around the outside and then decided to wander into a open court yard. Upon approaching the court yard we heard tapping on the pipes. It was interesting because the tapping was so irregular that it couldn't be caused by a machine or anything. As we walked past the wall it seemed to follow us. After that we walked out to this hall way. When walking down the hall way the tapping grew louder and there was banging around us. We walked down the hall and the noises seemed to follow us as we walked up and down the hall. Jillian and I started to walk up a dark stair case but the doors above us were shut so we couldn't continue on. The noises got more intense as we approached a door in the dark. As we started to leave (and left quite briskly) the pounding and banging got louder and seemed to follow us. It felt as if someone was watching us. We left the mental institute with a creepy feeling.
I been doing some reading from ghost hunters about the school and some people have said that its by far one of the scariest places they have ventured in. The tapping and banging can be heard by many people and it seems to follow you everywhere you go. Also people with recorders have recorded hearing voices whispering things like, "Don't go in there" and such things as that. So if you are ever looking for a little ghost hunting i think that's a good place to start. Enjoy.

I found a nice seat in the airport terminal away from the televisions and any other passengers. It was a nice place to enjoy the air conditioning and read my new book.
You can tell when a person has a purpose by the look on his face and this man was in the terminal with a purpose. His hair was dark black, skin was a light brown, and eyes dark like the evening tide. He scanned the terminal looking at every face trying to identify his objective. The dark eye brow raised a little bit as he saw the face of who he was looking for.
"Could that be him?" he thought to himself, "Orders are orders."
That feeling that someone was watching me sent a chill down my spine. I turned around to look at the busy traffic of the airport. There was a man standing in a dark blue suit staring right at me. Our eyes connected and we he walks toward me.
"Mr. Czarnocki?" he asked with a slight hesitation.
"Yes?" was my shaken reply. Who is this guy? Why does he know my name?
"You need you to come with me. Its urgent."
"What is this regarding?"
"I can tell you more when no one is near to listen. It may not be safe here"
I thought what couldn't be safe in an airport terminal with cops patrolling and security every place you look?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'll tell you more soon but right now please follow me" was his reply.
I didn't know what else to do so I closed my up my things and placed them neatly back into my small black duffel bag. I stood up and the man began to walk toward the entrance to the airport. We came to a door and he passed his security card through the scanner and the door popped open. We went through the door and two security cameras monitored the long hall way with doors on every side of the hall.
"Follow me, please" said the man in the blue suit
"Who are you?" I asked
"I can't tell you. Those aren't my orders" was snappy answer.
"Well good. But what do your orders have to do with me?"
"I'm to give you this" the suited man pulled a gun from his back "and to tell you to protect the innocent. More will be explained when the time has come."
"Woah! What are you talking about?! I'm a banker!"
"Now you are a government agent. Welcome. Now go back to the terminal and board your flight home. Everything will be explained later but remember to protect the innocent."
The suited man turned and walked down the hall leaving me standing there with a cold black hand gun made by Glock sitting in my hand. I released the clip to see a full clip of .40 caliber bullets lining the clip and one in the chamber. My head began to pulse.
"What is happening?" I whispered to myself.
I turned and walked back through the door which I entered to a airport full of people knowing not much more then I did.
"Flight 7662 to Los Angeles is now boarding" exclaimed the speakers.
I boarded my flight and found my seat next to an elderly lady and her husband. I smiled, put my bag in the over storage, and sat down next to them. I felt the gun dig into my back and sat up to adjust myself, placing the gun on my side.
"These seats are awful" came the sooth voice of the elderly lady
"They are" I replied
The safety presentation was given as the roar of the engines began to roar. I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep so that I might wake up from this strange dream.
I woke up suddenly as the flight attendant came over the microphone, "Seats back and tray tables locked. Welcome to Los Angeles. The current temperature is 78 degrees with a light breeze coming from the South West. The sky is partly cloudy and a slight chance of rain within the week. Thank you for flying with us and welcome to LA."
I quickly jerked awake. Looked around and saw everyone preparing for landing. It was a good flight to have slept through it like I did. Even if I had some strange dream about a man giving me a gun and telling me to protect the innocent. The elderly lady next to me smiled.
"Are you from here?" asked the nice voice
"Excuse me?" I replied still trying to wake up
"LA. Are you from here?"
"Oh yes. I grew up here and coming home for a friends wedding."
"Oh delightful. We love it here but enjoy leaving the crowds behind."
I chuckled, "Yes it is quite crowded"
She leaned over to me and whispered, "You were talking in your sleep. Something about the innocent needs protecting. No one else heard but thought you'd want to know"
"Thank you" I said.
I stared forward until the fasten seat belt turned off. When I stood up my heart sunk, the gun was still in my waist band of my jeans. It wasn't a dream.