Wont be too long now.

The only thing stopping me from starting the podcast right now, is that i have been waiting to get a good microphone so the sound quality will be good for the listeners.

Right now i am looking into a place to put my podcast online some of them cost money and i want to show people that you shouldn't let that stop you from getting your voice out there.

My podcast will go on mixcloud.com and i will post the on a youtube channel made for the podcast. and if i can find anywhere else i can store them, then i will keep you all informed.

Also i know people are going to wonder why the name of the podcast will be HashTagStevesTea even though its not going to be about cooking in any way. but trust me if you listen to the podcast when it will be released all will be explained.

#StevesTea

Steven

its coming..#StevesTeaPodcast

that's right i am making a podcast, and it should be up and running within the next few months and it will give people an insight into my life and my friends life's. and although despite what the title suggests it is not a show about cooking. we will be covering all things geeky and fun, and maybe even talk about news and why i should give a crap.

At least it gives me a chance to use this for something useful... consider this the start of my blog because everything i posted before this was for a college class.

so this is the start guys and girls, the #StevesTeaPodcast is come far and fast right though your ears and into your souls.

Steven.

stevens screwdriver story

(this story is fiction it is all made up)   It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, steven, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously worried, steven grabbed a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved screwdriver was missing!  Immediately he called his favorite rape victim, sam. steven had known sam for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were enticing ones.  sam was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... stupid. steven called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
   sam picked up to a very angry steven. sam calmly assured him that most South American hissing sloths turn red before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually exotically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting steven.  Why was sam trying to distract steven?  Because he had snuck out from steven's with the screwdriver only eight days prior.  It was a enticing little screwdriver... how could he resist?
   It didn't take long before steven got back to the subject at hand: his screwdriver. sam grimaced. Relunctantly, sam invited him over, assuring him they'd find the screwdriver. steven grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, sam realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the screwdriver and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if steven took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least four minutes before steven would get there.  But if he took the aston martian?  Then sam would be abundantly screwed.
   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, sam was interrupted by six clueless lions that were lured by his screwdriver. sam yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he aptly reached for his dull pencil and aimlessly stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the secret vineyard, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the aston martian rolling up.  It was steven.

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so he knew he was running late.  With a mighty leap, steven was out of the aston martian and went wildly jaunting toward sam's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  sam was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the screwdriver into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his rhinocerus. sam was exasperated but at least the screwdriver was concealed.  The doorbell rang.
   'Come in,' sam sassily purred.  With a apt push, steven opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive spite-toting jerk in a homemade car,' he lied.  'It's fine,' sam assured him. steven took a seat frighteningly close to where sam had hidden the screwdriver. sam cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But steven was distracted. Before anyone could take off their pants, sam noticed a selfish look on steven's face. steven slowly opened his mouth to speak.
   '...What's that smell?'
   sam felt a stabbing pain in his prostate when steven asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the screwdriver right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A stupid look started to form on steven's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet man-eating capybaras.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. steven nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before sam could react, steven randomly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The screwdriver was plainly in view.
   steven stared at sam for what what must've been four microseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, sam groped explosively in steven's direction, clearly desperate. steven grabbed the screwdriver and bolted for the door.  It was locked. sam let out a flamboyant chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, steven,' he rebuked. sam always had been a little abrasive, so steven knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before sam did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his screwdriver tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
   sam looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from steven. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for steven. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. sam walked over to the window and looked down. steven was gone.

   Just yonder, steven was struggling to make his way through the disease-infested jungle behind sam's place. steven had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral lions suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the screwdriver.  One by one they latched on to steven.  Already weakened from his injury, steven yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of lions running off with his screwdriver.
   But then God came down with His ingenious smile and restored steven's screwdriver. Feeling relieved, God smote the lions for their injustice.  Then He got in His homemade car and jettisoned away with the fortitude of  1.2 billion albino cats running from a oversized pack of Indonesian devil cats. steven flipped with joy when he saw this. His screwdriver was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show,  sherlock, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When Indonesian devil cats meet rusty razor blade'). steven was excited. And so, everyone except sam and a few weapon of mass destruction-toting 3-legged wallabies lived blissfully happy, forever after.

How the ninjas almost stole christmas.

It was a bright frosty morning; I was sitting in my living room drinking some hot chocolate in my tardis cup when suddenly some ninjas burst through my front door and burst into my living room I was stunned as one of them flew towards me and sent a hard kick into my face, I collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious.

As I awoke to a excruciating pain, I clutched my head and looked around the room to find that my Christmas tree had been stolen, I was slightly upset but more angry than anything else, as I stared at the spot where my Christmas tree had been I noticed that a note had been left by the ninjas nothing was written on it but there was a boomerang attached with a picture of my tree and another of Japan and it was then that I knew I had to save Christmas and get revenge for my tree.

I knew I was going on a long trip so I got prepared I packed some clothes as well as my baseball bat just in case, I wrote a note to my family explaining what I was about to do and where I was about to set off as I left my house I began to head down to the dock looking around at my town and think about how important it is to save Christmas, because sometime in every man’s life they choose something that is so important they are willing to go and chase some ninjas to Japan instead of just buying another tree.

As I sat at the dock waiting for a friend who I got in touch with to come pick me up on his boat I heard a voice come from behind me, “you won’t beat ninja with bat” said the voice, I jumped and shot around to the man he looked normal enough and I recognised him instantly as would anyone...but it was impossible.

It was Mr. Miyagi even stranger he was a ghost, “uh...hi” I said, what else I could say, my day had already taken a strange turn already so I there was nothing else that could surprise me or so I thought “I teach you kung fu to beat ninja” he said softly, I was stunned I didn’t know what to think but the ghost of Mr. Miyagi was not giving me much of a choice, as the boat arrived i met up with my friend Charlie....he was a pirate with a ship and a crew and was happy to help me get my tree back from the ninjas.

As it turns out that pirates and ninjas have a rivalry that has been spanning centuries, it also turned out I was the only one who could see Mr. Miyagi, all the crew thought I was crazy talking to thin air, my training had begun I first had to clean the boat from head to toe and wax it then take the wax off, a few days later i found that cleaning and waxing helped me fight with concentration (now I am sure if this was a film there would be an amazing montage of my training but seeing as this is a story I will skip ahead ) we were in Japanese waters and i was close to saving Christmas and my tree.

As we were close to a island that one of the pirates said the ninjas train I could feel a cold chill all around us, I closed my eyes and sat next to the ghost of Mr. Miyagi we sat in silence in a meditated state “you feel that?” Miyagi asked I nodded and asked Charlie to be ready for a fight and the crew drew their swords and I got prepared, suddenly a bunch of quick ninjas burst from the water and began to attack the pirates with katana swords, and martial arts while the pirates fought back with cutlass swords and cage tactics and even worse the ninjas were winning.

I used all of my training that Mr. Miyagi had shown me I was fighting 6 ninjas at once and I was winning I was impressed I was lasting this long, my friend Charlie joined the fight with me and fought bravely until he was stabbed and decapitated by some ninjas, the ninjas fell back to the other end of the boat and brought out the boomerangs and lobbed them at us we all got hit and some of the pirates cried in pain then one of the crew produced a hand grenade and tossed it at the ninjas and they were blown up.

I jumped over the edge of the boat and swam to the island, I knew I was close to finally saving Christmas and my tree, when I got onto shore I could see a building in the middle of the island I knew that this was where I my tree had to be, it took me 3 hours to reach the building all I had was Mr. Miyagi to talk to, I didn’t know what had happened with the pirates I hopped they were ok as my mind trails off to Charlie and how I shall avenge him.

I opened the door to the old building, the building itself was old but inside I could see computers and technology that looked too high tech for 2011, the building was empty but I looked around just in case as I saw a strange looking object and button, I pressed the button and I seemed to have teleported into a strange looking space ship with strange alien beings all around me “we have an intruder!!” the alien shouted to the rest and they began to dress up as ninjas “how did he get in intruder window” I quipped  it was then I took the time to look around the room and see my tree and worked out that these aliens were the ninjas that stole my tree and killed my friend Charlie. 

I had an epic fight between the alien ninjas and their weapons but thanks to my training I was able to overpower them and their leader leaped at me with such anger in his eyes i took a grenade from my pocket that I had taken from one of the pirates and shoved it in the alien ninja leaders mouth “this is for Christmas” I said as I pushed him away and he blew up i had won the battle and saved Christmas and my tree.

After the trek home i put my tree back up and relaxed with some more hot chocolate and spent the rest of Christmas with Mr. Miyagi’s ghost and it was the best Christmas ever.      

parents letting their kids drink early

i get the fact that some kids are curious about alcohalic drink. and i know some parents try to protect there child from getting drunk, but lets face it we are living in a time where people dont seem to give a F@#k anymore most kids as young as 8 can get a hold of alcohal ,mabey they think we should mabey let them have certain alcohalic drinks with an adult and just let teens aged about 15-17 get drink only in the house and only if supervised.
thats what i think might work becausee if the kids arent getting it from there parents then they are getting it with there friends at school or somthing like that, so i say we just let them get what they want, i am not a big fan of drink myself but if kids aged 14 find it that intresting i say let them try because lets face it if you try to stop them they will do it anyway and they will try it on purpose to be a rebel...i mean my mum let me try wine when i was 7 or 8 cause she knew i wouldent like it.
and it worked to this day i am not a fan much alcohal so i say go for it give the kids some drink and supervision.

racist on a train

i have said it before and i will say it again..."SOMETIMES I JUST CANT STAND THIS COUNTRY" its really annoying that there are 3 women been caught on camera with shouting racist slurs at people on a train/tram/bus, and it is sickening i mean the women go on about how there jobs are getting stolen by immigrants but frankly i think that they just haven't actually got up and looked for a job...it doesn't need to be glamorous but its gets you money and food on the table, and whats worse there is one of the women have a child on there lap...she sat there shouting racist slurs with a small child on her lap probably scared as his mothers voice gets louder.
some of the people that the racists are shouting at start standing up for themselves and shout back other laugh at the women showing that they don't care what the racists think of them, its just so horrible that some people can treat other people so horrible just because of the colour of there skin....i honestly cant stand it, they didn't even do anything and there were kids on the trams etc..
i just cant believe that they think they have the right to be so horrible and speak for the countary telling them to go home.
i just hope that there are some people in the world that find this as sickening as i do and if so i am glad that their are still good decent people left in the world because sometimes it feels like that's all anyone has, some people are all scared because racist people like this in the world and most of the time it gets to people. the world needs good people to balance things out, to try and stop things like this from happening i know that people are capable of bad things but i also like to think they can do great things as well and i hope nothing like this happens ever again.

kevin smith

in my opinion kevin smith is a great writer and director he has made great films like clerks to jay and silent bob strike back i love his films and even his comic books, but some people are bugging me because they thought his latest film red state was bad, now granted i havent seen the film myself yet but i can assure you if i see it and it turns out to be bad then so what i wont care i still think he is great just because he wanted to leave his comfurt zone doesent mean he is a bad director it means he wanted to try new things.
i still listen to his podcasts (or smodcasts) and he is still really funny and lets face it he is still very successful and i know there is alot of people who wish they could be like him.
he also said that red state might be his second last film because he feels like he is ready to finish his directing coreer but he feels like he has one or two still left in him...i for one feel sad about this i wasent really aloud to watch his films when i was younger but i have most of them now and i feel upset that i have only been old enough to see his whole askewniverse which consist of clerks,mallrats,chasing amy,dogma,jay and silent bob strikes back and clerks 2 although i was old enough for the last two films i would have rather been around for all of them so i could have appreciated it more.
anyway i hope that if he does make one last film then i hope it has jay and silent bob in it again...even if its a cameo for two seconds he just want one last homage to his most popular charectors cause it wouldent seem right for it just to end withought seeing them again.
but in the end it is his choice and if he thinks they have had their fun then thats it, hopefully we wont have seen th last of him because i hope he might right a tv show or somthing or mabey some more music videos but i still want to see more of him and i hope he changes his mind because i think he is a great director and i would love to be in one of his films (hey kevin if you are reading this you could always leave a comment for me that would be great =D ).  
so in the end i just want to say thank you kevin smith for all the great years that you have brought and that you are going to bring.

                                                                                 snoogens