Grave Grandfather

Before I continue, I would like to say to everyone that might read this, please write more on yours. It's like facebook, but just a paragraph that you pour lots of your thoughts and emotions into in the hopes that you pour lots of your thoughts and emotions out at all.

  6:45 a.m. - I awake to the brutishly shrill sound of my father's wake up call while trying to keep warm in 60 degree fahrenheit temperature parent's house/condo/garden home under two blankets thin and useless enough to be made of children's blankets.

  7:13 a.m. - Stop at newly spawned Carmel Starbucks to solicit father's day eve morning coffee from children that are better at making coffee than Tom Cruise making cocktails. These people are learning way too early that just because it takes a lot of training and talent to do does not mean it pays very well. Either way I tip my hat to professional buristas and want this part more to focus on I am driving separate from my father, following his Chrystler 300c with my Mercury Cougar. You gotta love cars.

 8:00 a.m. Arrive at Autumn Glen Assisted Living Facility

           My grandfather sits on his ever so simultaneously helpful yet petulant chair/walker/throne. He wears a dingy white netted baseball hat and a smile from ear to ear. He is extremely pleased to see his pride and joy first born son, my father Randy Lee Brake.
                      (Background: Randy Lee Brake) - Randy Lee Brake is the first born son of his father Willie/Woody Brake. Just to reiterate, some people referred to my grandfather as Woody Brake. Just saying.)
            We being myself, my father Randy Lee........Brake, Woody Brake's second born son Tony, Woody the Willie Brake's first and only female offspring Michelle and her second husband Bill Sweet. That is the we. Why describes three motives: 1. To move Willie Brake out of Autumn Glen Assisted Living Facility. 2. To obey Willie Brake's demand for breakfast for his family at his favorite old people allowed restaurant to enjoy a nice Father's Day Eve Breakfast with people they rarely converse with over the span of many years. Their family. 3. To move Willie/Woody Brake into a nursing home.

      9:15 a.m. - Tavern Lounge? Or Lodge Tavern? I don't remember the name and it's no big loss.
             
               Breakfast is a meal that is on a bell curve over the span of a life. As a child I was always fed early morning breakfast, even if it was only pop-tarts or Captain Crunch's Oops Only Crunch-Berries Cereal, it had enough sugar or caffeine or fat or carbs or trans fat or calories or who honestly gives a shit anymore? It's fear of stuff we have no idea how to make or test for or smell or recognize on a molecular level. Maybe table salt. Sodium Chloride. Yeah, some stuff just sticks. The best Breakfast ever was always on Sunday after church for me. (Before I continue I would like to acknowledge the church-gives a shit connection.) We would eat as a family in a nice pancake or BLT restaurant and they always had the claw machine and I became addicted and then consequently got my father, Randy Lee Brake addicted to. Yesterday we went and saw the Green Lantern and he stopped at a 2$ play till you win a crappy stuffed animal prize machine, yet his joy was contagious. He rallied a crowd around the machine all sort of spurting out their two cents on which stuffed animal would be their horse in the Kentucky Derby of which one could my dad get out in one - two tries.
                 This Morning at Lounge Tavern we had one of those breakfasts. Today was just one of those monumental breakfasts that energizes you for the whole day and move process and work and now at this time of night, you are still moved by the days events. Also, Randy Lee Brake is a "guess" tipper. That is someone who doesn't even look at the bill, they just guess a number in their head the haven't used in a while. The day before we went to Steak 'n Shake and ordered two large milkshakes to-go. They took twenty minutes, they were the wrong size and my father had already paid. The twelve year old smiled as he handed out two items: my dad's credit card receipt and a

Final Prezi Presentation

Surveys on Prezi

Final Presentation: Teach Children how to survey a group, compile results, graph findings and share with others.

Survey Monkey

Survey Monkey is an online web 2.0 tool that allows you to create a survey in minutes. I have created a survey over technology in education, with only four questions. A survey can be any amount of questions on any amount of pages. Furthermore, the questions can be multiple choice, short answer, true or false, you can even post a picture on a question or page, and have questions be answered over that photo or video.

For education, this can be a method of testing, or prep testing. Also, students in an entire school can be surveyed. This tool is easy to use, and requires a very limited login process. Survey Monkey Pro is available, as with most free tool add ons, for a price but offers more options.  The most useful part of Survey Monkey is the way a survey can be shared. You can post it on Facebook for everyone to see and fill out, you can give them email addresses and have them send your survey to everyone in your address book. I chose to embed it on my blog, as you can see.
Automatically, Survey Monkey records answers, compiles percentages and notifies you of averages, scores, and responses in a wide variety of formats. This means pie charts of how answers break down, or graphed information regarding participants and submissions.  Overall, this tool is easy and extensive. It makes testing and scoring very simple.
If you want to take my survey, just fill in your answers and they will be sent to my Survey Monkey account. Thanks.
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Star Trek: Intervention: Part Two

This is the second in an unknown number series. Enjoy.




GoAnimate.com: Star Trek: Intervention by oneofthecriq

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GoAnimate!!!

I highly recommend this website. Creating this video was one of the funnest things I have done online. It is free, and fun, just as it says. It is also self guiding, you are shown how to do everything in a quick tutorial, then you sort of figure out the rest as you go. You can change animations, characters, backgrounds, special effects, sound effects, songs.....and everything else.
For teaching, this would be a great way to make a fun assignment, or even spice up a lesson plan with a funny cartoon, or helpful informational video. The possibilities are endless. I made my video about Star Trek and Captain Kirk's weirdness. I laughed out loud a lot during this entire process.
Basically, the video is broken into pages or scenes, each of these starts blank. you pick the background, add on little characters and sounds and create whatever you like. You can even record your voice for up to 20 seconds per scene, as well as add music files and pictures to be seen. Everything you add goes onto your stuff, then they have already uploaded community characters and stuff from other people. It's incredible. Go do it.

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My ZooBurst Book 1

My Glog

Morton's the Steakhouse

Tonight I am dining at the restaurant I am also employed with. My parents asked me where I wanted to go, and I said, " There!!!". This is their present for me for my birthday dinner. Every year they either take me out for dinner, or my mother cooks for me. It seems stupid still because I am 27, but I'll only be twenty8, and I am single, and I like eating especially for free. I love my family. It wasn't always the case, it had to be earned on both sides, which made it strong and withstanding. It's not just us, which thickens the plot a bit. It is my best friend, his wife and children and parents. So it will be like eating thanksgiving dinner, at the nicest steakhouse that exists. If you haven't gone, I suggest you go. But please don't think of it like you would a swank artsy fancy shmancy place that didn't have any food better then Jim Dandy or Longhorn. Our food is very simple. We use the best ingredients, and produce simple dishes. We have steak on plate, it's our best seller in fact. I will most likely, one day delve into the subject I so lightly brushed just now, my feelings on those that dine out.  I am just very excited to eat an incredible meal with many of those dearest to me. I feel lucky, but more so humbled. For as long as I can remember, humility has been my feeling every time I am celebrated, which are few and far between. Mostly, I don't expect any pomp with minimal circumstance, and become embarrassed when seen feeling true and absolute joy. Not tonight though, tonight I dine out with the largest of appetites, and eager woe knowing that it will come to an end. Just like this post.

Currency

Concerning Money:

I have always been on the Hatred side of the money debate. Which is still true in it's essence. Previously, I was always using hate to explain my absence, negative, and stupidity with any amount or type of money I came across. It started when I was about fourteen. Not to go too far into this, it's not going to be that long of a post. The first big amount of money I had ever saved up at the time, which is past perfect tense, was exactly 37 dollars. One ten, 2 fives, and seventeen 1's. It took me a few months, and around 5 different hidden locations to save up that enormous chunk of change. I mean sure now I pay 37 dollars for a few bottles of evil serum, but I was like 13 or 14. Because I lived with four brothers, well three step-brothers and a sister, I shared a room and trusted no one. I hid my money in pockets of shorts hidden in the bottom of my sock drawer. I had money hidden in half full Band-Aid Bubble gum containers, that I sat on my dresser in plain sight, to further disguise.
My point is, I blew every cent I had on lunch one day. I wasted all of that time and stealth for Mill Street Diner. My brother worked there, and I walked one day and bought him lunch. I am such a good person.
Later, when I became dependent on making money to live, at age 17, is when I learned to really hate money. I was treating money with a performance goal oriented motivation, as my psychology professor, when I should have looked at it in a Mastery Goal light. Money is something you have to over come. The only way to do that is to learn everything there is to know about it. For me anyway, this meant to learn what happens in every situation when I needed it, but didn't have it.
I have lied, stolen, cheated, and wronged people as the earlier version of Brandon. That Brandon, who I realize still is me, never made it easy for himself when he tried. As my father taught me, I would always be the best teacher of myself. I am still learning, but money should be handled thusly: "Have it. Don't waste it, and don't hoard it!" - Brandon Brake 

Bloxperience

After spending countless hours refining, searching and researching blogs, I have formatted and posted exactly the font, background and color scheme that fits me. I tried first and foremost to go with something easy on the eyes. The contrast of a light burnt sienna tan mixed with a fading charcoal gray was something I felt isn't seen very often yet doesn't detract too much from the content of the blog. As far as overall theme, I feel that directing this to be an overview of my daily experiences will keep it simple enough to write. Mainly because I can always find something to write about myself. Call it narcissistic or overtly arrogant, but I think a blog is better to write about yourself. I am not one for updating my status ever on Facebook, nor do I tweet or ever want to tweet or be tweeted. This is my blog, and I will use it as a sort of visual and therapeutic diary. I feel better already.

IU VS. Wisconsin

This is my first official post on my first official blog. Enough of that though.
Tonight I am venturing down to Bloomington to see the last game of the IU season. They are playing the Wisconsin Badgers, which I only mention because I am a HUGE Badger fan. Not the college basketball team, but the Mascot, the animal. I am a fan of any exploitation involving the badger because it is the most feared animal on planet earth. So fierce, they weren't even in planet earth, because of safety reasons.
Anyway, I am not a real fan of IU, Wisconsin, or IUPUI even. I am just going to enjoy the game and hang with buds and bros and girls and friends and my roommate and such. I just am not too sure who to "Care if they Win" for, it's a very tiny problem. I don't know if that's what blogs were designed for or not, but this is a very insignificant problem. It's stupid.
Here I draw to one indefinable conclusion. There is a reason I have but 1 follower, and it's not even me. Go Badgers!!