"Dude, if you don't post any of your works sometime, people are going to think you're lying about actually having written this stuff that you say you're writing."

Yes, and I know this. I know people are getting ready to call bullshit, but then again, there are some people who will call bullshit even if you have real, cold-hard proof that you even did anything. Some people will STILL emit chat-type shouts of "FAKE!!!!!" because they refuse to believe you made this, and that it's even real.

But to those of you who actually believe the proof in the pudding, I'd advise you to go back to THE VERY FIRST NEWS ENTRY I EVER WROTE ON THIS SITE. In it is a link to my DeviantART page, which holds a lot of my more recent works. The rest of the stuff I'm making is kept in numerous files on my computer.

The thing is, though, that you have to have an account on DeviantART if you want to see anything I've made, because most of it is marked unsafe for young readers or non-members, as there IS mature content in most, if not all, of my work.

I appreciate your time.

-Jason

And here, because I'm such a nice guy, I'll give you the link again.

PS: Yep, another gun. Just me and my possible gun fetish again. You don't HAVE to look at the pistol, you know.

Went swimming in a lake today with my buddy Leif. Well, it was really more like he SHOVED my ass in, and I dragged him down with me.

Oh yeah, and before I forget:

UPDATES:

-Working on Chapter 2
-Characters Airman* Norman Richie, a.k.a "Sky Hawk" and Staff Sergeant* Francis Marlow, a.k.a. "Minuteman" created

MISC. UPDATES:

-Bryce and I are working on our collab story, Minerva
-Leif's all wet now, heh heh heh
-I'm all wet, too. I hate lakes now.

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ASTERISK (*) NOTES:

-Airman and Staff Sergeant are both Air Force ranks. Airman is second lowest, the lowest being Basic Airman, and Staff Sergeant is a higher Enlisted rank. Highest is Chief Master Sergeant of the Air Force.

Okay, you guys are going to LOVE this one:

Your deviation, [name deleted], has been removed due to copyright infringement and violation of a share-alike creative commons contract. If you continue to break these rules, your account will be banned.

The kicker? The deviation I "stole" was one THAT I HAD MADE.

See, a time ago, I used to own a DeviantART account called OMGimonfireAGAIN. I don't know what happened, but some pervert with a fetish hacked my account and put a whole load of crap in my favorites.

So, I made a new account. I called it JHaley959, referring to the name I use on XBox LIVE and Connecticut, where I used to live with my step brother, Jeremy.

I thought, hey, why not upload all my old stuff on to THIS new account so I won't seem like a new guy when I'm really not?

Well, heh heh, dA doesn't like that idea.

The deviation's name that I deleted was a motivational poster I made of an M1897 trench gun. I made it as a joke for some people, then thought it over and realized it sounded like crap, so I remade it here. Below is the remade version.

And while I was laughing at the irony of it all, I got an email from somebody:

Dear Jason,

How come you never answer any fan mails anymore?

Dude, I don't even know. They just kinda' stopped coming. Must be because people have work or school.

So, there you go. A funny story and an email. And a picture of the deviation that got deleted out my ass when I didn't expect it:

So, in case you haven't yet noticed, I do, in fact, love guns. Any type, really. Sniper, Rocket, Pistol, Shotty, SMG, you name it. I'm there.

I grabbed myself an FN-SCAR L(Light) and went hunting with it today. Didn't grab much, because I forgot to put the silencer on.

And yes, you can actually hunt with military-type weapons like the FN-SCAR. In fact, it's .308 caliber Winchester rounds and the gun's natural shape and structure make it the perfect precision rifle for hunting deer, bear, maybe even elk if we can get that far into it.

For those who don't know, a SCAR takes the general shape of an MP-5, only a bit larger and with a front grip that reaches to about the end of its 20-round clip. The trigger and grip are located directly behind the clip, and boy, when you pull the trigger, your hands will be jittery for a while. There's also a sight at the front end of the gun that sticks up to where your normal scope would be.

I've cusomized mine to have both a laser sight and a miniature scope with x4.5 zoom capabilities and a SCAR-SD silencer to help me get the kill without letting the world know I'm here.

The laser sight is probably unnecessary, considering I've aimed without either a scope or a laser sight for many, many, many years, but I felt the need for one because I've never been very sure about where my bullet goes when hunting deer.

Anyhow, just me rambling about how much I love guns.

In fact, I'm not too happy with my description of a SCAR, so I'll post the one I have here:

Alright, so, here's some more updates for you guys (And I swear to god, if I get another snobby-ass comment telling me to prove I even did this, I'm shutting off the comments PERIOD, so that you'll have no say whatsoever in my events.)

UPDATES:
-Finished chapter 1 of solo story
-Created characters Maj. Jack Hardring, Sgt. Harold Weiss, and Sgt. Maj. Julie Baron
-Working on characters Grey Samuelson (remake), Julius Bartz (remake), Jason Matroya (remake), Cam Rode, and James Mink

MISC. UPDATES:
-Tinkering with motorcycle, not going too well.
-Bought another guitar, I now have five.
-Dusti says he may/may not be rejoining the Marines
-Almost got my head taken off by Bryce and his customized M4A2
-Heading out fishing with Jack and Zack.

By the way, my guitars are these, in order of most favorite to most used:

1. Razorback
2. Flying V
3. Gibson Les Paul
4. Di Giorgio classic
5. Fender Jazzmaster

To be truthful, while I dearly adore my Gibson, the Fender was the first guitar I bought in America. The Razorback was a gift my dad got my brother, Arkadi, who later gave it to me. The Flying V I got off of eBay, I believe. The Di Giorgio is my latest. Just bought it today.

So, yeah. Variety.

UPDATES:
-still working on chapter one
-characters "Capt. Kane", "Sgt. John Craig", and "Sgt. Maj. Krista" have been created

That's really it for right now.

UPDATES:

-Finished prologue of newest story.
-Working on Chapter 1
-Beginning character development stage
-Creating settings for Chapter 1

OTHER UPDATES:

-Started working on solo story
-Finished prologue
-Working on Chapter 1
-Beginning character development stage
-Creating settings for Chapter 1

MISC. UPDATES:

-Grilfriend's having her "once a monthy". I'ma stay away from her.
-Dusti got hit by a car (again)
-Leif and I are due to practice our aim at the shooting range
-God, I hope Max doesn't light anything on fire while we're gone

Let's play GUESS THAT SONG!!!

(Or: I really have no clue what I'm doing...)

The rules are quite simple:

1. I post a list of lyrics to a song
2. You have to guess both the song and who wrote it.
3. You have 3 guesses.

So, here goes:

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun
Left blastin' through the ceiling
So what became of rebels
Who sang for you and me?
Grapplin' with their demons
In the search for liberty

Suffers who suffer all
Can swim upon the desert
Where avarice have ravaged all
In spite of good intentions
Don't fill your mouth with gluttony
For pride will surely swell
But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Envy and its evil twin
It crept in bed with slander
Idiots they gave advice
But sloth it gave no answer
Anger kills the human soul
With butter tales of lust
While pavlov's Dogs keep chewin'
On the legs they never trust

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

But It's the only life we'll know
Blagards to the bone
So don't wreck yourself
Take an honest grip
For there's more tales beyond the shore

Ah the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
In and out came crawlin' out
And spewed upon the ceiling
So what became of rebels"
That sang for you and me
Grapplin; with their demons
In the search for liberty

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Now, who wrote this song, and what's it called (as if you couldn't guess)?

First person to guess correctly (who doesn't know the song, like ZYRIOS, or who doesn't needlessly spam, the likes of which I don't read anyways, like NOTANERD1) gets a cookie. I think.

I'll get back to you on that.

(BTW, shooting one of these is more fun than it should be...)

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Title says all.

I dunno, what do you guys like to do that I should try to make myself not bored?

And no, Irish Car Bombs didn't do it. Now I'm bored with a hangover.

Fucking myself isn't an option, all you haters out there.

Nor is dying.

Nor is sucking your (nonexistent) dicks.

Nor is anything that involves degrading or harming myself in any way, shape, or form.

Y'know. Boundaries.

So, what should I do to make myself not bored? Any ideas? I'd rather not doze off in my computer chair today. PM me with any ideas.

Oh yeah, and this didn't work either.
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...Jason's back, tell a friend.

Okay, sorry about my little leave of absence, my computer went kaputz on me after a power surge busted my internet.

And I don't care how kaputz is spelled, I spell it how I want. Shut. Face.

Getting off the topic of shutting faces, today has been boring for the most part. I'm taking night classes in leadership, but I never listen, and I didn't even sign up for the damn thing. My dumbass friend Bryce signed me up, because he thought that, "It would be better, when you become famous in your writing career, to be able to speak publicly."

It's true that I'm not that good at public speaking. On the internet? That's a different story. I've actually got a horrible case of stage fright, which is ironic, considering I usually perform in front of crowds of people who live on my street and know that I've converted my garage into a miniature stage for whenever I finish making a new song to try out.

(don't ask how long that takes. Figure it out for yourself. You'll need about fifty pieces of good, strong wooden planks, sixty folding chairs, a bunch of guitar amps, a drummer, a backup guitarist, a lot of electrical wires, faith that you won't accidentally plug your guitar into your ass, if you even PLAY guitar, and people who actually know how to sing.)

Meh... I might just go and get myself kicked out so I don't have to put up with freaking Emmet trying to get me into a more public speaking basis. It's not like I really WANT to be famous, my dreams of becoming an author include, in fine text, the words: AND WHEN I SAY AUTHOR, I DON'T MEAN TOM CLANCY, STEPHANIE MEYER, OR WHOEVER ELSE IS INCREDIBLY FAMOUS.

Seriously, I just want to know people enjoy what I write. I don't need a fancy multi-billionaire personality, I don't need a fifty-story mansion, I don't need to be secluded on the highest hill at the highest point of California. I just want to know that people enjoy my stuff. No need for me and Marina to become the next Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Rhianna and Chris Brown, and certainly no need to become the next Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore.

You guys, if you want to be famous, fine by me. DON'T make me a celebrity. I'm just normal, hang-around, mellow and relaxed, Has a boring life, but probably more interesting than the people next door, Jason Haley.

Ah' kay?

(BTW, here's a picture of my buddy, Leif's pet Dingo, who he named Ringo, y'see? Ringo's actually a bit older than this picture, but he's still, as Marina puts it, "Cutie-wootie-woo-woo-woo!" *Gigglesnort*)