The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs

I’m still slowly getting through Carte Blanche; the most recent of Bond book as written by Jeffrey Deaver. I’m only managing to read a couple chapters per day, but that’s alright, just makes the enjoyment last a little longer.

Actually, like a lot of people, I think James Bond is pretty wicked awesome! I love all of the Bond films and the character in general is so suave and brilliant, makes me want to get into the espionage business.

Back in the days of highschool though, I took French all the way until I graduated. I actually really enjoyed the class and wanted to learn as much French as I could since its Canada’s other official language. Of course, at my school we didn’t really have a real French teacher, so we didn’t get taught very well. That’s something that really stumped me when I got into grade twelve because my teacher really knew her French and made us speak it only. It was good, but quite the challenge considering the poor French education that I had received previously. It was mostly fun though because it was a video conferencing class, and the only students from my school there were just my best friend, Steve, and I. So we had a blast singing songs and just going crazy.

When we were in grade eleven, we had this skit assignment. We were to make a skit and perform it in French in front of everyone, as well as the english version too just for fun. Of course since Steve and I were partners, we wanted to do something different from everyone else. We were always like that and extremely creative. So as a change, we decided to turn it into a film rather than a skit. So we made our script during the class time, then when we got home, we filmed the whole thing. Everyone in the class really seemed to enjoy the films a lot too, so we were a hit. Actually, after that, it seemed like everyone in our entire had decided to go on YouTube and watched our video. Everyone seemed to know about it, even the kids we had never talked to before had started asking us about it. We didn’t mind though of course.

That film was a James Bond parody if you must, featuring my best friend as James Bond and myself as the evil scientist. We decided to make the title and amalgamation of James Bond titles and called it: “James Bond: The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs”.

After that year, we had quite an urge to make another movie. Except this time with more freedom for our creativity that the French class didn’t allow us to explore. So we went ahead and created a rough script, but mostly with improv. It was just basically an outline of our actions and a couple lines that we thought we needed to add. That one we decided to start as a new series, since the first was basically all tied up. Plus we wanted something a tad more exciting. So we ended up developing “I Saw Bond’s Bats: The Love That Was Puzzled”. In the short, it was a love story between James Bond and BatShell (A Batman type character, but a girl), being tormented by Jigsaw from the Saw films.

Soon after that one, we decided to make a third film as a sequel to the second. We made more action and had a larger cast of characters as well, but still following the original storyline. This sequel we called, “I Saw Bond’s Bats… Again: The Jigsaw Comes Together”. I’ll leave it at that.

At the end of that third film there’s a bit of cliffhanger that we had intended upon finishing, but never really got around to it. I actually hope that we do in order to conclude the series. Maybe I should look into that… We even have a final script too.

“We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give” – Winston Churchill

Tyson Trepidations.

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Percey’s Seaside Antiques

This is the start to my story, it begins with an older lady named Angela Percey who owns an antique shop on the island of Saint Crista. Don’t worry though, the main character of this story isn’t this old lady with a bad memory, she just happens to the person I open with. Maybe you’ll meet the main character later though. But enjoy the small amount I’m posting of what’s going to turn into a zombie story!

Angela Percey was gazing outside the window of her little shop, Percey’s Seaside Antiques, when the sun began to fade behind the encroaching clouds.

To her it was just another day of business. She stood at her post behind the cash register, in wait for one of the shoppers to purchase some of her antiques; or as she liked to call them, her “pre-owned treasures”. Of course, she never really expected anyone to purchase anything, they rarely did. But she didn’t mind, being a widowed older lady in her mid-sixties, she just enjoyed the company of the occasional local or traveller to talk to. She actually loved to hear about the travelling and life stories of her visitors, as well as talking to some of the locals that stopped by. In fact, Angela loved her antique shop in general, it meant everything to her over the last thirty-five years that she’s been running it.

As the clouds overtook to sun, there were only four customers present at Percey’s. Only one Angela recognized as a local and like most of the residences that came in, she knew he was a fisherman. Other than that, she couldn’t remember his name, making her grow quite frustrated with her once quick mind.

She didn’t recognize any of the other three customers though, they were most likely tourists since the island of Saint Crista attracted an estimated half a million guests every year. That was always something that baffled Angela though, she could never understand nor envision that amount of people. It was probably since she only left the island once in her life, which is something she vowed to never do again. She liked the simple and stress free life that she had there, so she never felt as though she ever really needed to leave the island. For Angela, where most people see the world as small, it was always huge to her, and quite a monstrosity too.

She lived in the larger of the two towns on the island, Port Champlayne. In general, both of the towns were fairly small, with Port Chanplayne consisting of about four thousand people. Then there’s the smaller of the two, Bellwich Bay, having only about three hundred folks residing in the town. Other than the size though, both towns were mainly occupied by fishermen, retirees, and tourists from all over the world.

As Angela was lost in her own thoughts, the local fisherman then began to walk towards her, snapping her out of her own thoughts and also cause her to straighten her posture. The fisherman shot a smile at her, which she returned immediately, yet still fighting with her brain to remember his name. But almost as soon as he smiled, his face immediately went flat, straight into an empty and lifeless expression. Angela had never actually seen such an expression before, it was almost as if the soul had been sucked right out of the fisherman. All of the colour had left his face, his lips went completely flat, his eyes lifeless and no longer looking at Angela, moreso looking right through her. Angela began to feel an odd tingling sensation run over her body from head to toe, and even though it had passed quite quickly, her heart rate doubled as a result.

It was in that moment she noticed that the fisherman’s face didn’t just turn completely lifeless, his entire body did as well. He stood there in mid stride with his right foot protruded forward and arms still in their swing, but he was frozen in place. Not so much as a muscle twitch could be seen come off of his body. Nothing.

Everything about the fisherman began to horrify Angela, she reached up and placed her hands over the hollow of her neck, where her mothers medallion could always be found. She clutched onto it tightly, and told herself a quick prayer, something she had become quite accustomed to since her husband had passed away from a heart attack no more than two years prior. After a few minutes to take in the scene before her, Angela’s slow and old brain finally began to work again, and she reluctantly took her eyes off of the fisherman to look at the rest of the store.

Her shop was quite dark for mid afternoon, the clouds had blocked out a lot of the suns light, and caused an eerie green glow to protrude through the windows. Everything was very quiet though, and all Angela could hear was her own heart beating. The other three guests looked the same as the fisherman. Perfectly still. Almost as if God had pressed the pause button on all other life in her store.

Two of the people were together, Angela observed earlier when they arrived that they were a young couple, she assumed on a honeymoon or something of the sort. But now, they were frozen in place, looking at some of Angela’s antique tableware, holding her favorite bowl that she remembered was made in Sicily. On the outside, the bowl wasn’t anything special, just white porcelain. But on the inside it had the most beautiful hand painted rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam. In the back of her mind, she wondered how she could remember a bowl was made in Sicily, but couldn’t remember a fisherman’s name. But that thought quickly passed.

The last person in Percey’s Seaside Antiques, was a middle aged woman who was completely still in a very thoughtful pose. To Angela, it looked almost as though the lady could be a mannequin, especially with her ghostly white face and the soulless expression that had subdued all of the customers in the antique store.

Angela closed her eyes, horrified at the frozen people before her, but partially frozen in place herself as a result of utter fear. She clenched her medallion with both of her hands tightly, causing the flesh in her knuckles to turn white. She prayed. It was a while since she last attended church, probably longer than she would have liked to admit. But she recited every prayer that she could remember in her head, with her eyes clamped tightly the whole time and embracing the medallion Angela’s mother had passed down to her during her childhood.

Suddenly there was a series of loud thuds that filled the room, accompanied by the sound of something breaking. The loud noise caused Angela to jump and snap open her eyes which immediately fell on the porcelain bowl, now in several pieces scattered across the floor. She scanned through the pieces of her beloved bowl and frowned deeply at the sight of it, but then she noticed the young couple that were admiring its beauty were now littered on the floor next to the porcelain shards.

Tears began to fill Angela’s eyes, as she continued to notice that all of her customers were now in a lifeless phase on the floor, appearing to be dead. Her legs began to shake under her due to fear of the situation and she fell to her knees as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She could not fathom what had happened, but was much too shaken still to try and do anything about it. Her hands finally broke free from her medallion, but only to bury her face into her hands instead, letting out a shriek of a mixture of grief, horror and shock.

After a few moments, she managed to take some deep breaths, or at least enough to stop the crying. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes, she took another glance around the room with a deep feeling that she was the only one alive in the entire store. Angela’s eyes eventually met the fisherman’s face, he still had his eyes open, a vision that would bothered her for the rest of what life she left. In his eyes, she could see the whites of them slowly turn red and his once brown iris was now completely black.

It was at that moment when she was looking into his strange eyes, she finally remembered his name.

“If you can dream it, then you can do it. Always remember this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse” – Walt Disney
Tyson Trepidations.

Plotting, Plotting and Plotting. Creativity!

I feel so lazy this summer.

I haven’t really done much at all during time off school. I did my roadtrip right at the start of the summer, so that’s my travel portion out of the way. In a way though, I kinda wish I saved it for closer to the middle of the summer so that it would be something to look forward to and also make me feel not so lazy and unproductive.

As a result though, I have been plotting things to do and ways to make up for it during the school year and next summer. There are some things that I have always been interested in, but never had the chance to tackle yet in my life. Mostly, its because I lived in a very small town that didn’t have many things to offer anyone growing up. But now that I’m an adult (at least age-wise), and can get myself around with my own car and means; that makes me able to do some of those things I never had the chance to as a kid. Also, since I’ve been doing nothing but working, especially with the cold, rainy and dark weather this summer has offered so far, I have been wanting to get a little more creative.

Ahhh creativity!

I think that I’m a pretty creative person. I always come up with some outrageous stories, songs and jokes. Not to mention I like to write, play guitar, and use my imagination whenever I can.

Actually, as a kid, my best friend and I had all kinds of different personalities we made up, along with different types of creatures and adventures we invented. In fact, for a lot of that stuff we did, we were probably a lot older than someone would expect to be doing that. But we had fun, and that’s really all that matters.

Actually, I think I’ll make a post about that sometime later too…

Anyways, back on topic!

Like I was saying, I’ve been feeling pretty creative sitting at home, not really doing anything but working and seeing the occasional movie. So I’m going to push myself to explore my creativity. Not just for the rest of the summer, but during the school year as well.

First, I want to take up tap dance lessons. I’ve always had an interest in that type of dance for a long time and as a result, always dreamed about learning it. So I looked up the Kamloops Dance Academy here and inquired about adult tap lessons for beginners. They have one class a week for ten months that I can register for, running every Thursday night from September until June. I think that would be a great opportunity for me, especially considering I need to be a little more physical and active these days. I even checked into the cost, which isn’t too bad, being about $44 a month, making it about as much as I pay for one University course.

The other thing I would like to do is get serious about writing a novel I’ve been planning for a while. This is something I’ve always wanted to do but never really dove right into. Over the last while, I have been building a plot and planning characters, give them certain dynamics within the story.

Writing a book is something I’ve also dreamed about doing, but I know its a lot of work, especially with the genre I’d be writing into. I know its not really a subject written about too often, so I’d be entering some virtually unexplored waters. But also with that said, its better that way to bring something new onto the table. I know its quite a big endeavor as well. Most people give up somewhere in the middle because things start to get stale for them. There are the stages where at the start its always exciting, and writing is the easiest, but then in the middle there’s that hump in the road which claims a lot of victims! If I can get over that hump, the home stretch will be the easiest part for me. I’m pretty determined of a person and I think its something I can do if I plan everything properly. So needless to say, I’m pretty excited to get going with this project and see where it ends up.

Other than that, there are my many plans for next summer, and I’m going to go for every single one of them. Whichever one I end up getting, I suppose I will go with… Hoping I get one in the first place that is. They are just things I want to do, to try and make the summer a lot better and worthwhile than the ones I’ve had in the last couple of years. Some of those things include getting a job with Parks Canada/BC, get accepted to the Youth Mobility Scheme in the UK for a working permit, or travel to Malaysia and Singapore.

So I have a few things I want to get done, the most difficult will be writing my book though. I hope all goes well and you will definitely hear about each of these endeavours as they are undertaken.

“Polygamy: An endeavour to get more out of life than there is in it” – Albert Hubbard

Tyson Trepidations.

Zombies, Dinosaurs, A Girl, and My Recurring Dream

Over the last week and a half I have been having this one dream that’s always quite similar but a little different every time. What I mean is that the setting and events stay the same for the most part, but there are small changes and detail shifting within each dream. I’ll share the overall synopsis though and see what everybody else thinks.

 

It all started out in a small (but not too small), yet quaint and tight knit coastal community. By the looks of it, it could have passed as a secluded part of Hawaii or somewhere similar in the world. It was the type of of place where everyone in town knows me, are incredibly nice and there’s always this amazing street market going on, kinda like the ones you’d imagine seeing in the middle east (but with a coastal twist added).

It always appears to be a beautiful, warm and sunny summer day, that I always spent hanging out at a zoo with some friends. Sometimes I dream that I’m with two friends and sometimes with three. But as dreams go, it really wasn’t an ordinary zoo since it was devoted to reincarnating and keeping dinosaurs (Jurassic Park much?). Everything started out innocently enough too, we were just walking around, looking at the different exhibits and were having a wonderful time with lots of fun.

Suddenly, things started to turn for the worst.

For some reason, one of the dinosaurs managed to get out. Of course though, it had to be the king of all carnivores, the Tyrannosaurus Rex. At the moment that had happened, it didn’t pose an immediate threat though. The dinosaur was distracted chasing some poor (and probably underpaid) zookeeper for breakfast. So ultimately, the group of us decided to run for our SUV and get out of the area before anything happened to us. Or God forbid anymore dinosaurs escape.

I remember though, in the Jurassic Park movies when there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex around, the main character always advised everyone not to run. That probably would have been good advise, had Dr. Alan Grant have been in my dream because once we started running, the Tyrannosaurus immediately became interested in us and started its pursuit.

Luckily, as it usually is in small, tight knit communities, the doors weren’t locked on the SUV and it actually started how it was supposed to (Not like any cheesy, straight to DVD, cheap horror flicks). Everything occurring after that though was just like that off of a movie real.

One of my friends was driving, but I was riding shotgun. The giant Tyrannosaurus was getting incredibly close, but my friend was smart enough to step on the gas as fast as he could and get us moving away from the dino-zoo. Once on the road, heading towards town, he floored it. It wasn’t fast enough though, it only seemed like we were going the exact same speed that the huge carnivore was able to run.

But once reaching town from the short distance of the zoo, we were hit with our first roadblock. Literally.

The one road heading into town was blocked off for the towns street market. So in an instant, my friend slammed on the brake and everybody bailed from the SUV as the Tyrannosaurus was gaining on us, and fast too. We started running straight into the crowded yelling at people to run and get out of the way. It was that moment when I realized something else wasn’t right, the entire market was in quite a peril itself and it wasn’t even for the dinosaur that was getting ever closer.

It was something else.

I chanced slowing down to be able to take a look around and observe what made the town into a frenzy, but what I saw didn’t make anything better.

Some of the people in the market clearly weren’t normal. I recognized the faces, but what they were doing was completely wrong as human beings. They were gnawing on other peoples arms, legs, necks, and any other body part they could get their hands on. Everyone was screaming, fighting, pushing and getting eaten alive, not only by the newly found zombies, but also by the Tyrannosaurus that had now caught up with us and having a hearty meal of the townfolk I grew up with.

Once I figured out what was wrong though, I immediately made the wise decision to continue moving before the dinosaur got any closer than it dangerously was and also before one of the zombies could cling onto me for a fresh meal. So I ran. As fast as I could, jumping over the dead bodies of those that were bitten, soon to be the living dead themselves. I was so focused on avoiding the zombies and running carelessly fast through the market that I couldn’t give any attention to anything else, and lost compass of where my friends went.

A scream then filled the air.

There were people shouting, swearing and screaming everywhere, but this one scream stood out. I didn’t know why, but it snapped me out of my zone and I looked to see where it was coming from. I knew it couldn’t be too far judging by the sound of it, but I just had to see who it came from.

The scream came again. This time more forceful and clearly showed this girls life was on the line.

Hearing it that time, allowed my ears to help me pinpoint where it came from and I saw her instantly. It was a girl, probably a little younger than myself, about to get sandwiched by two zombies slowly closing in on her. I don’t think I knew her, but I knew that I had to help her.

So I changed the direction of my full on gallop to be straight towards her. I remember that I was considering whether I should hit her, or one of the zombies. But I decided to go with hitting her. Since there were two zombies, it was possible that one could still get her and I also didn’t want to take the risk of getting bitten myself. So I hit her. Well… More like body slammed her in my ungracefulness. But we didn’t have time to check our bodies for injury, I got up instantly and pulled her to her feet. I grabbed her hand and we ran. We ran as fast as the wind.

We were coming up on our second roadblock now, running straight towards the sea. As we came up to the side rails of the road, towering above the water, I took a moment to weigh our options. I didn’t want to take us back into the market, there were too many zombies and not to mention that dinosaur looming in the distance. To the left and right up the road, there wasn’t too much of a choice neither, those roads seemed filled souvenir shops and seaside diners/restaurants, with tonnes of people, many already overcome with the zombie disease.

Still holding this mysterious girls hand, I led her straight ahead in a run and jumped clear over the guard rails, sending us plummeting towards the water. We splashed in and immediately came back up to the surface, at that point was when my short plan ended.

Once again, I took a look around to survey the situation, and as luck would have it, I saw a small and abandoned row boat not more than 200 meters away, beached up on one of the few rocks that were along the walled off edge of the sea. When we got to it, I pulled it down into the water and prayed it didn’t have any considerable holes in it’s body. 

After giving the small boat a quick look over, it appeared safe and ready to go. I helped the girl into the boat before getting in myself. I picked up the lone, old wooden paddle and began to row us away from our coastal paradise, that was now home to a zombie apocalypse.

Rowing away, I finally took a moment to look at the girl that I not-so-gracefully saved in the town market. I don’t know her name, heck, I don’t know a single thing about her. Except that, in that moment, in my dream; she was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I could have ever seen. Unfortunately, that’s only the feeling I get. When I wake up from the dream, I can never remember the girls face, no matter how hard I try and how much I wish to. It just ends with us rowing away into our future, leaving me to wonder what happens in the end.

 

There it is. I’m not sure if dreams are hidden messages trying to tell me something, or if they are just a collection of our random thoughts, arranged in a way that makes sense to us. But this dream must have something to it since I’ve had it four or five times already. Maybe even more for the nights that I don’t remember my dreams. Usually I would blame it on watching a movie or reading a book along the same lines. Although thinking about it, it doesn’t make any sense. It’s been forever since I’ve watched any of the Jurassic Parks and months since the last time I saw “The Walking Dead”.

I just hope that next time I have this dream again, I’ll be able to see that one girls face as we row off into the sea.

Kinda makes me want to write a book too…

 

“All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream” Edgar Allan Poe

 

Tyson Trepidations.

A Songwriting Session: “(She is) My Dreams Work Of Art”

Music is a pretty big portion of my life. I do play the guitar and played the Saxophone; karaoke and DDR is one of my most favorite past times and I can usually be caught singing some sort of song for every occasion.

But songwriting is actually very new to me.

Sure, I have written a couple fun and goofy songs that make no sense (like the ROFL-Copter Song), but this time I decided to sit down and really do some thinking and real writing. I didn’t really expect everything to go perfect and smoothly; it really didn’t and actually seems a little short. But I came out with a product, so I thought I should share it and get some feedback; after all, other people’s critiques and opinions is a great way for me learn and improve. Who know’s, maybe when I get a little better with writing words into lyrics, I will add some guitar parts to go along with it.

When I started writing this, I decided to go for something from my own experience, I figured that would be the easiest thing to write about. So I decided to write one about love of course, since its so generic and you can usually add a lot of fluff when needed. It’s about basically when I had a long distance and loving relationship (before the bitch cheated on me). We talk every day and we are basically twins, we had so much in common. Plus when we talk, we are free to talk about literally everything and anything, which is a liberty I only share with people I’m close to in my life. Now don’t make the mistake in thinking I’m still hooked on her, I’m far from that. In fact sometimes wonder why I even dated her for so long. Maybe the next song will be how she cheated on me to solidify that.

But here it is, I’m calling it “(She is) My Dreams Work of Art”:

God infiltrated my dreams one night,
Stole the girl and put her in my life.
Everything about her fit so perfectly,
I knew he had made her just for me.
 
I never saw it comin’
We were just innocently talkin’
But when I finally saw her eyes,
I knew she was perfect; 
My angel in disguise.
 
Even though she’s so far away,
She makes me feel lucky everyday.
Even though we’re worlds apart,
I need to meet her, to stop this bleeding heart.
 
Oooohhhh I need to get her into my arms.
Oooohhhh She is my dreams work of art.
 
So tonight when she goes to sleep,
She can close her eyes and have the sweetest dreams.
Cuz not even this distance could keep us apart,
I knew I had to have her from the very start.
 
Then when she awakes the next day,
I’ll be gently waiting on her balcony.
But when I come I’ll be there to stay,
Where our love can dance the night away.
 
Oooohhhh I need to get her into my arms.
Oooohhhh She is my dreams work of art.
 
Even though she’s so far away,
She makes me feel lucky everyday.
Even though we’re worlds apart, 
I need to meet, to stop this bleeding heart.
 
Oooohhhh I need to get her into my arms.
Oooohhhh She is my dreams work of art.
She is my dreams work of art.

“Wouldn’t it be the perfect crime, if I stole your heart and you stole mine?” – Unknown

Tyson Trepidations.