CJ

Sunday, June 7, 2009

my story

Once upon a time, a flour coloured kitten was born, yes a kitten his mother called him Bob. Now Bob had a hard time growing up, first of all he didn’t grow one bit, so he was to a certain extent small, second he had the most ordinary name at his school, most kittens had names like Theresadoor (Theodora) and Fredisdead (Fredrick). They lived in Ingland (England) right beside Sockland (Scotland), Ingland (England) fought Notthatway (Norway).

While this war was on Bob was still training to be a knight, and not growing. One day he hoped that he would be the bravest cat on the battle field and riding the most awesome dog, yes a dog and the dog’s name would be Meg. One day while he was training a girl Border collie walked passed saying, “I want my armour”, and so Bob looked at his watch and said “if I find your armour will you serve me”, “yes I will, and I will only stop if I’m killed or you are victorious!”, “ok it is in the armoire”, “thanks!” and before the dog ran a way he shouted “what is your name?”, “Meg!”

So this is the part where they go to war, kill the bad people and say how good and brave or how they would have lost with out him, bla bla bla bla…………………

He got in the army as a knight he sat on his trusted canine as they swam across the ocean they passed USA, Canada, Alaska and Russia. When they got there they were given cheese they did not eat it because it might be poisoned so they set up camp on a beach, not far away was the rival army assembling point. While he was there a small mouse came out and said “I Prince Jim come in peace I lay my weapons down at my feet (he did not have any weapons) I have come to speak to a young Bob”,
“Yes, that is me”.
“I have come to give you your father’s sword and fight on your side”
“Why” roared Meg.
“I have come to hate the mice and their ways first one of their plans to kill you was to throw poisoned cheese at you that would explode and kill you with happy thoughts”.
Meg gave a snicker “with happy thought, hah! They are stupider than I thought”,
“Deadly: yes. Stupid: no” explained Jim.
“Ok, go to the kennel and get a steed” suggested Bob, as Jim walks off.
Meg whispered to Bob “he’s a spy”
“No he’s not, look how he said I have come to hate the mice”. Any way Jim was not a spy and he was getting a soldier cat to ride, its name was called Mea, she was a black cat, female and laughs her head off at Bob’s war helmet. Well as the mice line up at one side of the battle front the cats and dogs line up at the other and up a hill in a box a cow is commenting and he says “ they are lining up for this battle the best steel swords in their kingdoms, best armour, it is going to be a good fight.”

The king of the Cats Theresadoor gets on his Labrador called Ronan and lines up in front of all his knights, pulls out his special sword and roars out Charge!
As he says that a large rumble starts because all 15,000,200 knights left the ground on their steeds as they tried to get at the mice first to rip them to bits and do as they were taught. We see Bob at the front of the army on the biggest steed Meg and Jim beside on Mea, as they were charging the mice were not going back but running straight for the cats as the clash of steel on steel, rings through the air the screaming cats get knocked of dogs, the mice are still screaming as swords are driven though their hide and friends are killed in front of them and beside mice are dropping all around as the foot soldiers are knocked off. A group of black splodges coming at a high-speed and as they come closer they get bigger and bigger we see what they are, the mice were only decoys, now 40,000 Rats were coming. Rats are the same size as a Japanese sumo wrestler so it looked bleak, but Meg was the same size as a rat so she went right ahead of everyone and attacked, all cats stayed back and looked for Bob to tell him that his canine just ran away, Jim broke the silence by saying” did you just see Bob tell Meg to attack by putting his spurs in to her” and as he said that all the cats charged into the army of rats that Meg and Bob were already in. The same amount of time to get there the rats were a carpet of blood and bodies. When the cat army regrouped they were 200, the rest were dead, as they went back to camp they were all tired and the armour was dented and scratched some were so deep that some fur was showing. As they walked back Bob looked for Jim he saw him crying on a black patch that he recognised was Mea he was crying for happiness that he and Mea did not get killed as Bob came over and said soothingly “come on, we have to get back to camp”, “what me”, “yes you, don’t think we are leaving a soldier behind”, Jim says “me a solder!”

When they got back they went through the streets cats were throwing flowers out of the windows and every one that fought got the Collar of Honor it was a great day.

THE END

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

my birthday

my birthday was on the 20Th of may, I turned 12. I got Darth Vader's tie fighter, a world peacekeepers dune buggy,$120, Adidas climalite pants and taken out to diner with James at lone star.

my birthday

Saturday, May 9, 2009

How has communication changed since you were young?

Dad: It is way more high tech and when my dad was an exchange student (New Zealand in 1976) he had to write a letter most of the time, a four to six minute phone call because it was so expensive so he did it once a week and tape recorded once a month.

Mum: There have been lots of changes. When I first stated working I used a telex machine, I don’t think you can get them now. In an antique shop maybe

Davy, Davy was a driver and radio operator in the army, he says: the radio in the Army has been made smaller and easier to use, since I started there have been three upgrades to the radio system.

What was your favourite way to communicate when you where young (except talking)?

Mum: My favourite way to communicate was to use the CB radio.

Dad: When I was in the young farmers exchange trip it was letter writing.

Davy: In the army it was the third radio because it was faster.

Did you get in trouble in any way e.g. like listening to someone’s conversation?

Mum: No but Papa got angry when sometimes the car had a flat battery in the morning. Were you talking to much!

Dad: No, but I had a dog called Fly and it use to bark when the tape recorder went on and my voice came up.

Davy: No, but I could not receive the Morse code message as fast as I could send the message.

What was and how did your favourite way to communicate work?

Mum: Mine is CB radio CB stands for citizen band radio it is an open channel form of radio communication. A little bit like texting you had your own language but it was verbal, every one had their handle, which was their name, e.g.: my uncle Mike was “the alligator” and my name was ‘Diamond Princess”. Most people had them installed in their cars with a large aerial on the roof.

Dad: mine is the letter - well first you write it then it goes to the post office and then hey presto! Well da!

Davy: the first radio that I used I had to tune in myself with large dials, the second one used numbers which you just click on to, the third is very similar to a computer. All three of them can be used with voice and Morse code, the third one can also send messages in burst form which makes it harder to detect.