World of Goo

of an insidious, nefarious power. Too long have we suffered soggy, slimy sandwiches in silence; choked down gelatinous egg salads; stood idly by while innocent fries drown under a flood of pallid, flavorless fat-goo. That’s right, I’m talking about BIG MAYO. And until the rest of the world is talking about it too, I will not rest. Mayonaise is made up from oil and uncooked egg yolks. Basically, it`s raw, greasy eggs. The makers constantly has to reassure you that it is real, believe it or not.

Strings of fun I grew up with five older sisters, but don’t let that fool ya. Girls are tougher then you think. They are mean and devous. I learned to be smart and bid my time whenever I wanted reveange. For years they tormented me and managed to always pin me to the ground when we wrestled. This is a story of payback, when we finaly get even. Years ago, when I was about in my pre-teens all my sisters were in one house. So I had a house full of girls with all the horrors that comes with it. As the

In the novel, Mitch Albom’s, Five People You Meet in Heaven, Eddie will likely develop post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) by getting shot in the leg during World War II. Eddie suffered a lot of pain and instabilities from his gunshot wound. Eddie was suffering emotionally with trauma because of his experience trying to save a “child” from a burning hut. Because of his poor mental state, he was in danger of burning to death. Before the flaming roof collapsed, Eddie was shot in the leg, and dragged

Driver is a showpiece for color. Baby, the getaway driver protagonist, is followed by the color red throughout the film. His getaway cars are nearly all painted a conspicuous cherry red; his sunglasses have red frames—red defines the way he sees the world. Wright ultimately uses red through its juxtaposition with other colors, using the context to let the audience know the scene’s content. In Baby Driver, red can create both idyllic dream sequences and harsh realities, all dependent on the surrounding

Technology has evolved from ideals once seen as unbelievable to common everyday instruments. Computers that used to occupy an entire room are now the size of notebooks. The human race has always pushed for technological advances working at the most efficient level, perhaps, the molecular level. The developments and progress in artificial intelligence and molecular technology have spawned a new form of technology; Nanotechnology. Nanotechnology could give the human race eternal life, or

wait in line behind my family to hug him even though I thought the birthday girl got to go first. He greeted me with a warm smile and a sweet “Happy Birthday.” Dad assumed the position at the grill while Goo-gee shifted into the house with my mom, my sister, and I. The door opened into a world of smells and sounds. I could smell the rolls in the oven and hear the bang of the spoon against the bowl. My grandmother was bustling around the kitchen checking on all the food; she stopped to say hello

orange leaves covered the stairs. He remembers because there was black goo draping the sharp edges and at first he couldnt think of why there would be black goo. Birds he told himself. It was only bird feces. Even Turtle had thought so. The rock pigeons were all gone and their droppings had aged to a blackened glop on the edge of the broken glass. He had put his palm against the glass – fingers carefully spread across the edges. The goo had been sticky. Pliable. The sun had not been able to reach it Ham

“How's it going son, how's life going?” Kanaloa asks. “It’s alright.” Ikaika says hesitantly,” actually, can you check my DNA in your lab? “What for” Kanaloa asks. “Well,” Ikaika stutters,”when I fell into the cave, I got covered in a mysterious yellow goo that was never classified. I have also been feeling a little weird these past couple of days.” “Ok, come with me.” Kanaloa demands. Later when they finally arrived to the lab and Kanaloa straps Ikaika into a chair and begins to take samples of Ikaikia’s

Music has always been a big part of my life. It has gotten me through the funnest of times and the hardest. My mom would incourage us to listen and express ourselves through the music we heard playing around us. My older sister used to sing to my little sister and I all the time and even got us involved. We would perform little shows where we would sing and dance for my mom after work. Pots and pans were the drums, we used a cardboard box and rubberbands to make a guitar, and we had a little toy

Personally, I agree with both of the philosophers John Locke and Thomas Hobbes on the perceived subject of Human nature. There are many aspects of human nature that determines that humans are naturally evil and greedy. For example, 1% of the entire world population in is control of most of the money. This statistic shows how greedy people are because a majority of the population is living below the poverty line and the society that is wealthiest is able to help, but they do not. Hobbes states that