A Lion’s Tale by Chris Jericho. Grand Central Publishing, 2008. Genre: Autobiographical Novel
A Lion’s Tail, is Chris Jericho writing about his life. Chris is known best for being a WWE superstar and as the lead singer in the heavy metal band, Fozzy. Chris starts of as a little kid growing up in Winnipeg, and his grandma getting him into wrestling. Ever since then, he knew that he would grow up to be a pro wrestler. He trained in the infamous Hart Dungeon in Canada..While in Canada, he worked in many school gyms and bars. He also worked in Mexico, Germany and Japan. He spent a lot of time in local tents, clubs and famous halls. Finally, he ended up in the US working with the WCW and the WWE. Chris had many crazy adventures before making it into the big times and becoming the first Undisputed Champion.
"Funny, insightful, and compulsively readable ... His hilarious and detailed descriptions of his many bouts, especially his 1995 ‘calling card’ in Japan ... will leave readers hoping for a sequel."-Publishers Weekly
Chris Jericho writing style is so easy to read. He uses such vivid descriptions, even thought they are about the smallest things from 30 years ago. His writing is funny and provocative, which for me makes it fun to read. It doesn’t remind me of any other book I’ve read, because I’ve never read a book like this. The only book I can compare it to is Enders Game, because they are the only books I have read that I’ve liked recently (last 10 years). I don’t really find books that I like, which is a big reason why I don’t really like to read. But, this book is an exception. I really enjoyed this book.
"He was right, and whenever I tried out a new catchphrase, if it appeared on a sign over the next few shows, (like Ayatollah of Rock N Rolla) I knew I had a winner."( 446).
I am a fan of Chris Jericho and I loved the way he wrote this book. He wrote in a way that seemed very unique to me. Since he’s not a writer, his writing style is raw and simple. Now that I know more about Chris Jericho, I feel he is more than just a famous wrestler. I loved the way he talked about his memories, good or bad. Chris Jericho has a New York Times Bestseller here, and a great book.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Fair Lady
My Fair lady I give you my good-bye,
I must take off on my trusty steed
so away fair Lady, now I must fly
to do my noble and chivalrous deed
I shall miss your beautiful golden locks
but I fight for the bigger, larger cause
go back to the kitchen, put on thy frocks
I will protect you from the dragon's jaws.
The dragon has burned and killed many lands
and the king has called upon us to defend
so please dear maiden take off thy hands
goodbye for now my love, this war must end.
I went into battle later that day
but I was too scared so I ran away...
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Old Man and the Sea Essay
In life, there is always an action, and a reaction. For every choice, there is a consequence. Without knowing, a choice that is made without no thought at all, can change someone’s life forever. In the book, The Old Man and the Sea, and just like everyone else, the old man makes choices and then must live with them. He decided to become a fisherman. He decided to continue to chase the marlin. He decided also that there was nothing he could do to stop the sharks. The old man went through a lot in those couple of days, things that effected the rest of his life. Every decision, every action, every thought, effected his life forever more.
"A man is never lost at sea..." Page 89
The old man decided to spend his life fishing, which he loves. But because of that, he has gone broke. He has no money, he hasn’t caught a fish in months, and he has no one except for the boy. He has no family, every fish that he does catch, he has to eat because he has no food. He lives in a shack by himself. Hes never pessimistic though. His life stlye might be concidered gloomy to one, but his optimistic life style is fine with him.
"Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends." Page 54
The old man decided to stay and try to catch the marlin. It took him into the middle of the ocean. He hurt himself and almost starved to death in the process. But, he did catch three fish, one of which was the marlin. As a matter-of-fact, it was giant. He was so cautious not to let it go, and now he didn’t know how to kill it. He was still confident that he could slay the haunting beast. After all that time waiting for the marlin to show its self, he wasn’t going to just stop and lye over dead. He wanted this so bad that he couldn’t stop.
"I think the great DiMaggio would be proud of me today." Page 97
The old man finally caught the marlin. Then the sharks came and ate his prized marlin. All of his hard work was wasted. After waiting over 3 days out in the ocean, it was worthless. But, when he arrived to shore and showed everyone the skeleton of the marlin, he became a fishing hero. This is ironic because before, he was considered a lonely, old man who couldn’t catch a fish for his life. Now, he was a legend, and his story would be passed down, generation to generation, listening to the story that took place so long ago, when The old man in the sea that caught the sea monster with the sword for a nose! People would tell there kids and people will look back and wonder if it is truth or myth.
In conclusion, the old man made choices and then hade to live with them. He made the decision to become a fisherman. He decided to sail in Cuba. He decided to Stay with the marlin for so long. He also decided to try to bring the eerie beast home. Like always, he made decisions and it effected the rest of his life. Just like everyone does the exact same. Now with these changes for better or worst, he would have to live the rest of his life with these changes, small or large. In life, every choice is an action, and every action has a reaction.
"A man is never lost at sea..." Page 89
The old man decided to spend his life fishing, which he loves. But because of that, he has gone broke. He has no money, he hasn’t caught a fish in months, and he has no one except for the boy. He has no family, every fish that he does catch, he has to eat because he has no food. He lives in a shack by himself. Hes never pessimistic though. His life stlye might be concidered gloomy to one, but his optimistic life style is fine with him.
"Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends." Page 54
The old man decided to stay and try to catch the marlin. It took him into the middle of the ocean. He hurt himself and almost starved to death in the process. But, he did catch three fish, one of which was the marlin. As a matter-of-fact, it was giant. He was so cautious not to let it go, and now he didn’t know how to kill it. He was still confident that he could slay the haunting beast. After all that time waiting for the marlin to show its self, he wasn’t going to just stop and lye over dead. He wanted this so bad that he couldn’t stop.
"I think the great DiMaggio would be proud of me today." Page 97
The old man finally caught the marlin. Then the sharks came and ate his prized marlin. All of his hard work was wasted. After waiting over 3 days out in the ocean, it was worthless. But, when he arrived to shore and showed everyone the skeleton of the marlin, he became a fishing hero. This is ironic because before, he was considered a lonely, old man who couldn’t catch a fish for his life. Now, he was a legend, and his story would be passed down, generation to generation, listening to the story that took place so long ago, when The old man in the sea that caught the sea monster with the sword for a nose! People would tell there kids and people will look back and wonder if it is truth or myth.
In conclusion, the old man made choices and then hade to live with them. He made the decision to become a fisherman. He decided to sail in Cuba. He decided to Stay with the marlin for so long. He also decided to try to bring the eerie beast home. Like always, he made decisions and it effected the rest of his life. Just like everyone does the exact same. Now with these changes for better or worst, he would have to live the rest of his life with these changes, small or large. In life, every choice is an action, and every action has a reaction.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
OPERATION: AVIATOR
Screams in the streets, cries of terror, I ran to my parents. There was a man in a uniform beating my mother and my dad had been beaten to the floor. I saw him ask my dad where I was. He said he didn’t have any children. The man chained them and took them away. I sat there hiding. I saw the whole thing but I didn’t do anything. From that moment, I told my self that it wouldn’t happen again.
Two years later
The streets are now empty. There are only a handful of us left. I am a survivor. Their men guard the streets. Eating scraps of garbage, all alone. No way for a 15 year old to be living. Actually, I wish I was dead. The only thing that keeps me alive is them. I will save them, even if I die trying, I will safe them.
It was getting dark and I got my materials ready. For tonight was the two year jubilee and tonight the attack begins. Every moment since they have taken them, I have been planning it, Operation Aviator.
“Bong,” The night bell rang at the camp. After two years of searching for the camp my parents were brought to, it was all falling to plan. I sat in a tree 25 feet from the camp. I went to the top of the tree which was around 30 feet higher then the barbed gate. I went into my bag and took out a sheet. It was tied to my back by a couple of ropes. I threw the sheet in the air and jumped. The sheet picked up enough air resistance just to get me over the fence.
I was in. No one had noticed me yet. So, I headed to the first building I saw after landing. I found the lowest window, checked if it was clear and jumped in. If my plan was correct, I was in a guard tower. Which meant, at the top there would be two guards sitting keeping a watch over everything. A perfect place to get a better look at everything. I got to the top and it was just as I thought. Two guards were sitting, keeping a lookout. I went in my bag and took out a rock. I chucked it down the stair-well makeing a clamor.
“What was that?” the fat guard asked begining to hyperventilate.
“I don’t know. Probably a rat. Go take care of it. I wouldn’t want the slaves to get
an extra meal, hahaha!” The tall guard laughed.
I took out my knife and as the fat guard approached me, I flew out and stabbed him right in the throat. His chest was too big to get a clean shot at his heart. Then, I quietly snuck in the guard room and slit the tall guard’s throat, quiet and fast.he droped to the floor in acute pain.
The holding cell, where the captives where held, was in the building next to me in the basement. The doors of the building where impossible to enter. So, I would have to get in from the roof. I looked in my bag and grabbed my grappling hook. I threw it across to the roof of the building. It hooked on a brick, so I tied the other side to the post. I held on and inched myself across. When I made it across, I cut the rope so no one saw it. But, I took the hook with me. I made my way to the basement, having to kill a total of six guards. I approached the cell. When I saw them, they looked different, though. They wore a bag. They were gaunt and looked so feeble.
“Mother, Father?” I questioned.
“Huuh, Jacob, is that you?” My father asked.
“Yes Father, it's me, Jacob.” I said.
“No, they captured you!” My mother cried.
“Not yet mother, I'm breaking you out!”
I took the hook and smashed the lock. I opened the cage and all the captives ran as fast as their fragile bodies could run. I took my parents and followed the bevy. As we made it to the ground level, affluent guards at the exit door started to shoot. I took the hook and threw it like a gaff at the lock of the door. It smashed and the captives pushed everyone out the door. The rest of the guards in the camp were now aware of the situation and were attacking back. They began to anulle the captives. But the stampede of captive’s rammed through the gate, to finally be emancipated from this place. I looked at my parents.
“Go ahead, I will be back.” I said.
“No, I didn’t let them take you the first time and not this time either!” My father demanded benevolently.
“I must do this.”I said back.
I ran back into the camp, around the carnage of dead guards and captives. I kicked open a locked cellar door, to revel a small bunker that I became aware of one night. I got this information from a guard that I was threatening to kill if he didn’t tell me information. I was looking for info on the location of my parents, but this seemed just as useful.
“Fine, fine, I will talk! Ok, so in every camp, there are secret underground bunkers that only the head in-command knows. In the bunker, there is a bomb, in case the camp is no longer need.”
I ran down and hit the switch. A beeping noise began, as I ran out as fast ask I could.
BOOM
It was over. The guards retired from the streets. The camp was no more. People lived in the town in peace. I was back with my family. Operation Aviator, success.
Two years later
The streets are now empty. There are only a handful of us left. I am a survivor. Their men guard the streets. Eating scraps of garbage, all alone. No way for a 15 year old to be living. Actually, I wish I was dead. The only thing that keeps me alive is them. I will save them, even if I die trying, I will safe them.
It was getting dark and I got my materials ready. For tonight was the two year jubilee and tonight the attack begins. Every moment since they have taken them, I have been planning it, Operation Aviator.
“Bong,” The night bell rang at the camp. After two years of searching for the camp my parents were brought to, it was all falling to plan. I sat in a tree 25 feet from the camp. I went to the top of the tree which was around 30 feet higher then the barbed gate. I went into my bag and took out a sheet. It was tied to my back by a couple of ropes. I threw the sheet in the air and jumped. The sheet picked up enough air resistance just to get me over the fence.
I was in. No one had noticed me yet. So, I headed to the first building I saw after landing. I found the lowest window, checked if it was clear and jumped in. If my plan was correct, I was in a guard tower. Which meant, at the top there would be two guards sitting keeping a watch over everything. A perfect place to get a better look at everything. I got to the top and it was just as I thought. Two guards were sitting, keeping a lookout. I went in my bag and took out a rock. I chucked it down the stair-well makeing a clamor.
“What was that?” the fat guard asked begining to hyperventilate.
“I don’t know. Probably a rat. Go take care of it. I wouldn’t want the slaves to get
an extra meal, hahaha!” The tall guard laughed.
I took out my knife and as the fat guard approached me, I flew out and stabbed him right in the throat. His chest was too big to get a clean shot at his heart. Then, I quietly snuck in the guard room and slit the tall guard’s throat, quiet and fast.he droped to the floor in acute pain.
The holding cell, where the captives where held, was in the building next to me in the basement. The doors of the building where impossible to enter. So, I would have to get in from the roof. I looked in my bag and grabbed my grappling hook. I threw it across to the roof of the building. It hooked on a brick, so I tied the other side to the post. I held on and inched myself across. When I made it across, I cut the rope so no one saw it. But, I took the hook with me. I made my way to the basement, having to kill a total of six guards. I approached the cell. When I saw them, they looked different, though. They wore a bag. They were gaunt and looked so feeble.
“Mother, Father?” I questioned.
“Huuh, Jacob, is that you?” My father asked.
“Yes Father, it's me, Jacob.” I said.
“No, they captured you!” My mother cried.
“Not yet mother, I'm breaking you out!”
I took the hook and smashed the lock. I opened the cage and all the captives ran as fast as their fragile bodies could run. I took my parents and followed the bevy. As we made it to the ground level, affluent guards at the exit door started to shoot. I took the hook and threw it like a gaff at the lock of the door. It smashed and the captives pushed everyone out the door. The rest of the guards in the camp were now aware of the situation and were attacking back. They began to anulle the captives. But the stampede of captive’s rammed through the gate, to finally be emancipated from this place. I looked at my parents.
“Go ahead, I will be back.” I said.
“No, I didn’t let them take you the first time and not this time either!” My father demanded benevolently.
“I must do this.”I said back.
I ran back into the camp, around the carnage of dead guards and captives. I kicked open a locked cellar door, to revel a small bunker that I became aware of one night. I got this information from a guard that I was threatening to kill if he didn’t tell me information. I was looking for info on the location of my parents, but this seemed just as useful.
“Fine, fine, I will talk! Ok, so in every camp, there are secret underground bunkers that only the head in-command knows. In the bunker, there is a bomb, in case the camp is no longer need.”
I ran down and hit the switch. A beeping noise began, as I ran out as fast ask I could.
BOOM
It was over. The guards retired from the streets. The camp was no more. People lived in the town in peace. I was back with my family. Operation Aviator, success.
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