"Go Fish" written by Alex

 The following post is from my friend and blogger favorite Alex (aka ima girl and Alex Waits). She is a talented teenager with much to offer to the world of art and blogging.

You can visit her trendsetting blog at:  http://art-poems-stories.blogspot.com/

Go Fish

Tish the fish and the other dwellers of the deepest, darkest depths of the seas are calm. The search for food is always a priority, to eat or be eaten is a fact of life down below. Look out for cave dwellers because only the eyes appear to gaze serenely in repose. In accordance with the law of nature, the beast hides within.

Wardrobe Makeover for the Halloween written by Lords Screw

 This entry was contributed by Lords Screw who has a halloween blog called "Halloween", which is chock full of tons of information about the history of halloween, costume ideas, stories, recipes and more. You can see the blog at: http://www.halloweeney.com/

If you have a blog or website you would like to share with us here at The Guest Writer Blog please put together a short blog entry such as this one by Lords Screw and send it to me at usstatesblog@gmail.com

Wardrobe Makeover for the Halloween written by Lords Screw

Are you all set to celebrate this Halloween with all the creepy and eerie ideas for this season? If not, then you have to buck up and get going soon as it’s high time to line up the things for the festive night. What about the Halloween costumes and what about giving a thought over your wardrobe makeover for Halloween.

Steal the show while you carry your best suitable wardrobe collections for Halloween and surprise the people. Get your closet ready for the stuff that goes along with the Halloween theme. Refresh your look and be prepared to disguise yourselves to make the viewers scream while they watch you in a ghostly appearance.

Do you think you need to do a lot? Of course not, you may just think of a black hoodie to do the job. Now does it sound simple? Well, it is and you can visit any nearby store of your choice to check out any suiting and killing hoodie.

Why did I say black hoodie? It blends with a Halloween makeover and a ghostly look.
Moreover, the hoodie will also help you to hide your face to make your victim burst into screams as he/she comes close to you.

A white ghost mask will be a perfect match for the disguise as a ghost and will also add the effect when combined with a black pullover. Now, while checking out the hoodie, you may look for various features such as a scary or killer logo on it or you may even wish to go with a plain black hoodie while resting every responsibility of a disgusting look, over the mask you will wear on that festive night.

Another thing to remember while going for your Halloween makeover is the season. Halloween is in the autumn, so select hoodies that will be cozy and keep you warm.

While terrifying the victims, you may also be stylish and select the hoodie from a wide range of styles, colors and matyerials. A cotton and polyester blend will be soft to touch and just a bit thicker to keep you warm. A hoodie for a ghost face can be with a pullover with a kangaroo pocket to give a loose and comfortable look.

You can also go for a ribbed sweatshirt that has a front zip and a fur lined hood. This will give you a stylish look at the same time it will attract the attention of your victims of the night. You need to get a couple of black sweat bottoms as well to go along with your ghost hoodie costume.

In case, you land up in confusion, then you can pull any black top that makes you feel comfortable. Don't forget the accessories, such as spooky key chains to hang out of the jeans or bottoms. You can also accessorize with combo spider chains for that ghost face appearance.

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I Am A Minority Part 2 written by anonymous

 Introduction by Riw (the founder of The Guest Writer Blog). Part two of this article has materialized due to several questions the google community had in one of it's forums called The Coffee Shop. I contacted "anonymous" and he agreed to do a follow-up to his original article. This follow-up explains his story in more detail. At first "anonymous" did not want to do this article as he claims not to be a good writer and has troubles putting things down on paper. I assured him I would help him put this together (as I did with his first article). I myself am not a great writer but I'm pretty good at putting words together in a fashion that makes them easy and interesting to read. "Anonymous" sent me a jumble of thoughts, family history and timelines and I assembled them into this article.

Without further ado I present "I Am A Minority Part 2" written by anonymous

When I was a young child I knew I was different, I just never knew how or why. I remember hearing my mom telling my dad that she wasn't ready to talk about it. I knew they were talking about me, I just didn't know what "it" was. I really didn't recognize the fact that I had a different skin color from the rest of my family. I was only seven years old and the topic never did come up in my family. My mom pretty much controlled the family, I guess she was never ready to tell me that I was different. It wasn't until I was nine years old when a friend had asked me if I was adopted. I told him no and asked why he wanted to know. That's when he said that it was because I am white and the rest of my family is black. I was baffled at this. All I could think is, "how can this be?“ I just did not believe it. How could I have not notice this? When I got home I was very quiet that night. My mom asked me if I was feeling okay. She thought I was getting sick. I never did ask her about it. I just didn't feel comfortable bringing up the subject. My mom has never been big on expression. She's a career woman and it seems that her work always took her time and emotions. She's probably only said she loves me about 3 or 4 times in my life. I'm 33 now that's an average of once every ten years. Everytime I've tried to discuss a family issue she would tell  me to work it out myself. 

My dad wasn't any better. He was pretty much my mom's puppet. Whatever mom said dad did. He never followed through on any of his promises. I can remember when we moved into a new house my brother and I worked all day helping him turn the soil in order to able to landscape the yard. It was hard work. Dad promised us that he would take us out for an ice cream sundae for all our hard work. My brother and I worked extra hard in anticipation of that sundae. My brother and I never got that sundae. It still brings a tear to my eyes when I think back on that. 

I went through a period when I wasn't sure if I was adopted or not. I was about twelve years old and very disturbed by this. I even wondered whether or not my dad was really my dad. I had a lot going around in my mind and it was mostly due to the kids in school.  I went on this confusing trip for several weeks before saying anything. Finally, I opened up to my parents and asked if I was adopted. My mom, who was at her desk nudged and said she was busy. In a very nonchalant way my dad answered, "What do you think. If you think you're adopted than maybe you are." After that my mom told me to go play because she had to meet a deadline.

When I was 16, I finally found out the truth to my confusion. It was during the reception at my older sister's wedding. My aunt had been drinking a few vodka tonics and she seemed to be in a more than talkative mood. She confirmed that I am not adopted. Both parents I've grown up with are my biological parents. She told me that my great great great grandfather on my mother's side was white. He was a plantation owner in Missouri. My great great great grandmother was a black slave on the plantation. He used to force my ggg grandmother to have sex with him. My mom always resented my great great great grandfather for this eventhough she never knew him. I suspect since I came out white like him she transferred some of that resentment on to me. She was never affectionate with me yet my brother and sister were her darlings.

It's taken me many years to come to terms with myself. For the longest time I felt that I deserved the racist and racial jokes that would be uttered in my presence. I felt like I was a dirty black man hiding behind a white man's body. I was a coward playing a masquerade.   
                         

At the age of 30 I finally couldn't handle this inner confusion and turmoil any longer. I first went to see a hypnotist, and that helped. Shortly after I began seeing a therapist and started opening up about who I am. I did it baby step by baby step. I started by letting my closest friends about my background. This helped me develop a support system and finally currently at the age of 33, I am proud to be me.

Speed Talking written by Dan Hillman

This one is just for fun... a little humor for your day

Written by Dan Hillman to see more of his brand of blogging you can check him out at: http://dansfrivolity.blogspot.com/

SPEED TALKING

Has anyone noticed how fast people speak english these days? I really feel for people who are learning the language, it's almost like a buzz sometimes.

I noticed this a few weeks back when a friend visiting from spain was pointing out to me it's raining outside. I told her "It's ok I have an umbrella" and smiled, she just stared at me blankly, now she does speak english as a second language and I wondered why she was looking at me so strange, then I realised what I had actually said was "ITSOKIAVEANUMBRELLA" at about 210 wpm, No wonder she was bewildered. It's not just me though, working in a coffeeshop sprouts of sorts of problems in this area, you wouldn't belive the amount of times I have accidently made a customer a cup of tea because they have said cappuccino too fast, Ironically in this case though it probably is the caffeine.
 Nonetheless this has lead me to a project, I've decided to see if people will try and join in on a joke they have no idea about simply by saying "ahhgarahsiow!" very fast then laughing loudly.