The All-Knowing Teenagers

Movage!

2006-12-17T09:20:00.000-08:00

Hey, everyone! This blog has been moved to tomnjess.com (for anybody who actually reads this.)

Whose bright idea ...

2006-12-10T20:03:00.000-08:00

Someone who shall remain nameless had the bright idea to get Thomas a freaking sword for his birthday, and I'm 88% sure something like this is going to happen one day.

Tee hee.

Newwssss....

2006-12-03T17:49:00.000-08:00

Over the weekend, Star Valley went to Rock Springs for the State Drama competition. It was great fun, and we represented the school well. Here's a rundown of the awards Jessica and I won:

Tommy
Original Script, Two Person Scene: 2nd place
Original Script, 1 Act Play: 3rd place (you can read both of them here.)
Dramatic Monologue: 3rd place (average of two scores)
Honorable mention for Proscenium play.

Jessie-poo
Costume Design, 1st year: 1st place, All-State
Publicity, 1st year: All-State (probably third)
Humorous Monologue: All-State
All-State for Arena play.

Our school also tied for the sweepstakes award, which is something that is supposedly cool, but I do not understand.

Anyhow, announcing all of this has reminded me of something that is really important. When you do something, whether it be sports, the arts, machining--whatever--you should do it not to garner awards or make money, but because you love it.

I have seen many people become infuriated just because they didn't win something like a state title or a blue ribbon at the county fair. These are the people who give up. If you can find the love in what you do, it will stick with you for the rest of your life. I hope I never lose sight of that.

On a cooler note, check this website out: Librivox!
(Pretty cool, it's like open source audio books, I actually recorded a chapter from James Fenmore Cooper's Last of the Mohicans, if you want to listen go here: Chapter 4)

Supa cool announcement!

2006-11-27T17:38:00.000-08:00

Remember that announcement I was talking about? Well, it's here!

The Ultimate X-Men approve this message.

I am so excited, I hope Jessica is too! Wheeee! My dreams are coming true!

SHORTEST POST EVA!

Cranky Ol' Jess

2006-11-24T16:45:00.000-08:00

I think I'll begin starting these kinds of posts with "Jess is a Cranky Old Lady."

Jess is a Cranky Old Lady #6
I recently went to Utah for a Thanksgiving bonzanza. We stayed in a Best Western. From what I could hear, there was a family the size of Chuckie Freaking Cheese's in the room next to me, and I was about ready to have an aneurysm. This "DAD", or whoever the loud man was, would let his little kids run up and down the halls in the middle of the night, screaming and slamming doors.

We had the privelege of hearing some poor little girl wail her heart out after she got locked out of her room for about fifteen minutes.

Someone kept slamming their door as hard as they could every five minutes and it would shake the walls.

And by golly, it made me, mild-mannered Jess, get up and poke my head out the door, tyring to catch these elusive retards with The Evil Eye.

Luckily for them, I got bored with that pursuit and went back to watching South Park.

End of Jess Is a Cranky Old Lady #6

But just so y'all know I'm not a child-hating piece of crap, I'd like to inform you of the service project I helped with this week: I went to a kindergarten class and helped kids make sock puppets for a puppet show. The kids gathered around me and hugged my knees. Then I gave every one of them a pastel-colored pony and a handful of candy, and then we all went to McDonald's for a Happy Meal.*

* 25% of this statement is an utter lie

Excitement!

2006-11-19T09:01:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the lack of updates, but rest assured, there will be a cool announcement in the near future. For now I just have one of the greatest videos of all time:

(PS: Read George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series, it's freaking awesome!

A tiny thought from Jess.

2006-11-04T18:09:00.000-08:00

This is a short one, but it's been running through my head for a while.

If I had to choose between making a sophisticated adventure video game for teens/adults, or a less-sophisticated game for kids, I'd probably go with the kids. When you're a kid and you play a really cool game, you remember it forever. You think back on those puzzles that seemed so impossible, those enemies that seemed so hard to beat, the story, etc.

On the other hand, if you play a cool game as a teenager, you certainly recognize it as being an awesome game that satisfies your maturing tastes, but will you ever have that same nostalgia you have for that ol' Sega Genesis / N64 game you used to play nonstop?

Man, I wanna make games so bad. Not just draw for them, either - but design the story, the puzzles, the maps, everything.

Everything except the code. A ha. I couldn't do code.

Yay for cheap hotel pants!

2006-10-29T13:58:00.000-08:00

American society is advancing so wonderfully.

Clothing makers have escaped the proverbial "sinking ship" of old clothing styles, and seen the light. No longer will the flawed concept of clean pants without holes and comfortable crotches plague us. It is a new day. We may walk out into the sunlight, the fresh wind of acuity brushing against our legs through our holes of enlightenment.

But what's that you say? You don't want to look like you just rolled in dirt? You paid 50 dollars for pants with holes in them? Your crotch is uncomfortable? My friend, this is the price of sophistication! Would you prefer to be unrefined--a Neanderthal among Cro-Magnons? I didn't think so. Choose the right thing.

The perfect thing to complement your clothing selection is a wonderful selection of sexy devices. The average passerby may think your all-in-one phone, walkie-talkie, toaster, camera, and text-messaging device is useless; however, you will know otherwise. Look at the quality of this picture:

Amazing isn't it?

.

Oh, you think that's a misplaced period? That's my cell phone. It's that small and sexy.

I can only imagine the advances coming in the next couple of years. It is sure to be amazing.

Meow!

2006-10-27T19:02:00.000-07:00

Once upon a summer, I was a cashier at the local hardware store. It was a decent job. Hella boring, and I got real hungry every day, but I love hardware stores and the pay was nice, so I'm looking at going back there again next summer.

However, there was one day I do not care to relive.

A lady once came up to the register with a grandma, two little girls, and a toddler boy in tow. She pretty much had an entire Christmas in her shopping cart (this was July, mind you) -- toys, games, books, all sorts of crap. The little girls were all excited about these $20 electronic kittens their mom was buying them. They were practically tearing them out of the boxes before I could scan them.

THEN Mommy made a request I've never heard made to a cashier: "Could you put the batteries in those (animals)?"

... Ha ha. Woah.

When I was growing up, you were just PATIENT and waited to get HOME to put your batteries in your freaking electric dog.

However, since I'm the smiliest wimp you will ever meet, I obliged. First I undertook the arduous process of taking each of the three animals out of their packaging. That's the cardboard, the wires that hold them in place, et cetera. Then I dug out a screwdriver from my office cubby and tried to pry apart the velcro fur to get at the elusive screws. Finally, I crammed in the batteries. All the while, the little girls were jumping up and down, absolutely UNABLE to wait to hear their toys say "MEOW!"

I finally got through all three toys. Not including the rest of this shopper-mom's Christmas-sized haul, these animals came to $60. I know I sound like such a prude when I say it, but HOLY CRAP. When I was that age I went out and played with beans. Beans and a stick.

I mean, yeah, my family COULD have bought $20 toys for me and my sister every week, but they decided they'd rather us go to college later on in our lives.

Anyway, I was amazed at the total amount spent on those things. And then I was amazed some more when Mommy went back and got THREE MORE of the animals for the three remaining kids at home.

Guess who had to put the batteries in?

That's right.

Sigh.
It was a break from the mundane cashier workday, if anything.

I'm a cheater.

2006-10-23T17:12:00.000-07:00

I am so bad. I am using a column I wrote for the school newspaper as my latest post. BAD TOMMY! BAD!

Whee! Here we go!

Whenever I hear the words, ‘Social Crusader’, I get shivers of Roman Catholic proportions down my spine. I’m all about standing up for what you believe in or what’s right, unless it’s stupid.

A perfect example of this, Mrs. Laura Mallory, mother of four, resident of Lawrenceville, Georgia, tried to get the Harry Potter series banned in the local school nearby for: “evil themes, witchcraft, demonic activity, murder, evil blood sacrifice, spells and teaching children all of this.” People do this kind of thing all the time and it ticks me off. THIS IS HER OPINION. There is no secret cult of Harry Potter worshippers lurking in the sewer system, biding their time to until they can unleash their practiced spells onto mankind. Also, there is the teensy-weensy little detail that it’s just fiction.

I personally love the Harry Potter series, and have had no symptoms of side-effects such as…I don’t know…thinking about setting people ablaze with my mind. I haven’t really noticed any of the aforementioned themes that Mrs. Mallory paints her crusade banner with. The themes I noticed were things like growing up, facing adversity, and learning about the person that you are. I must have skipped the “how-to-do spells” chapter.

Mrs. Mallory is just trying to get attention for herself. If you don’t like the books don’t read them. But the problem is, you see this kind of thing all the time, and that’s what gets me. Video games, rock n’ roll, comic books, little bite-size chocolate candies; all are blamed as the reason why America’s children are SO screwed up. Maybe parents should try spending time with their kids, instead of going on social crusades.

If you have something valid and worthwhile to complain about, by all means, do it. But otherwise, please close your elongated yap. (No one cares). If you don’t, I just might come and cast a spell on you.

Chew on this as well:

But ... but I had Broadway!

2006-10-15T20:47:00.000-07:00

Oh dear. If I manage my future finances the same way I manage my money in Monopoly, I'll pretty much fail at life.

Tonight me and my family got together and did something we hadn't done for years: Play Monopoly. Boy, do I ever get excited when we start that game up. I think, "Man, I am TOTALLY going to show these guys who's got the brains in this family."

I now bring you:

How to lose at Monopoly, Jessica-style!

Tip #1: DISTRACTION

Say you've just landed on your little sister's triple-threat hotel plaza. Don't panic! Now, the rules state that you only have to PAY rent if they DEMAND it of you. So if they don't happen to notice where you've landed, you're home free. I like to pull this off by keeping a lively conversation throughout the game so that people aren't paying attention to their pieces. When I land on said triple-threat hotel plaza, I'll just act casual and make sure to knock over one of the card decks, spill my water on the board, or point out the window and yell, "OH MY GOSH! A COW'S IN THE BACKYARD!!"

This worked on my mom often. We all played this distraction-game and probably owed her at least $400 without her knowing it.

Tip #2: Skimming

This tip is for you sneaky players who like to play Corrupt Landowner-style Monopoly.

Someone landed on your puny $8-dollar-rent lot. You demand rent from them. But you ask $10 instead of $8. How do you get away with this? Because no one's keeping track of your rent prices listed on your cards, and so long as you're not charging $50, there's likely to be no protest. Just don't pull it on your opponents too often, or else someone's going to catch on and pistol-whip you.

Tip #3: Buy, Buy, Buy!

Buy as much crap-land as you can, as SOON as you can. This is a foolproof strategy and will guarantee you riches beyond your imagination. The end.

Tip #4: Don't Trust Dad

You always have that one player who's some sort of financial genius. In this case, it's my dad. Don't sell him anything. PERIOD. Chances are, the seemingly-substantial amount of money he offers you for your Kentucky Ave. property will look like chicken feed compared to what you'll owe him in rent once he turns ol' Kentucky into a hotel chain.

And there you have it, folks! Play like this and you'll be out of the game within 15 minutes, just like Jessica.

Organ!

2006-10-09T17:09:00.000-07:00

A little chunk of awesome to hold you over till Jessica's next post. That dude's mask scares the hell out of me.

Check this out too, I hate rap, but I find this strangely compelling: Q-Unit

An influx of great literature.

2006-10-03T18:15:00.000-07:00

Recently, I have been bombarded with a massive amount of good literature. I just finished reading Slaughterhouse Five (an anti-war book that doesn't seem like one), by Kurt Vonnegut, and am now starting on The Crucible (allegory for McCarthyism), by Arthur Miller. After finishing the former, I came to the realization. In order to become a great writer, something bad is going to have to happen to me. I have compiled a short list of scenarios:

Pick one, but not necessarily all
1. Must become addicted to opium. (E.A.P)
2. Have a mother who doesn't love me. (Freud)
3. Get accused of Communism. (Miller)
4. Have my parents die in a horrible fire.
5. Get molested as a teenager.
6. Be a schizophrenic.
7. Be forced to eat something gross by a good friend.
8. Lose all my limbs.
9. Die.
10. Write really crappy and then die.

I hope to become a great writer someday. That day is far off, it seems. Someone come and light me on fire. Please.

I worship the God that is Frank Miller.
SPARTANS! TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL!

TIME TO DIE.

2006-09-26T18:32:00.000-07:00

Now, I love kids of all ages. But today I rode home on what may very well have been the most OUT OF CONTROL bus on earth.

AAAUUURGH.
But to show that I'm not just a cranky senior who just complains about every aspect of school, here's a picture of a puppy.

Awwwwww.

Nothing comes to mind...

2006-09-24T17:29:00.000-07:00

Can't think of anything to write...uhh...PICTURES!

Musical Stalls

2006-09-22T06:04:00.000-07:00

I swear to God, girls' bathrooms are crazy. I don't know what boys' bathrooms are like--I've accidentally walked into them at least five times, but holy dang.

At least once a week during art class, this one girl shows up in the bathroom two seconds after I do. We both go in our stalls - an ordinary routine. Except for the fact that she starts SINGING for some unknown reason.

Yes, SINGING.

I am the only other living soul in the bathroom and she up and decides to start singing. Loudly.

Perhaps she wants to showcase her talents to me? She's pretty good. I'll bet she's in some kind of AP Choir class. But for the love of Pete, woman, I'm trying to pee!!

...

We also have the "grooming phenomenon". Boys, this is the reason you see girls with no makeup during one class, and then two pounds of foundation (plus mascara) the next. You see, the bathroom is not just a place to relieve yourself when it comes to girls. It is a time to brush your teeth, do your hair, and all the stuff you probably should have done at home.

It's ridiculous when the bathrooms get busy. There's four or six sinks in a bathroom, and more often than not, all but one of them are taken up by girls using the mirror to apply mascara or blush or something. I admit, I'll brush my hair, maybe put on some deodorant, or execute a routine Booger Check, but when there is a LINE of girls who need to wash their potty-hands in the sink, y'all need to make room.

Captain James Tiberius Kirk.

2006-09-19T20:29:00.000-07:00

I am writing this mainly for Jessica's sake, she has never seen Star Trek. We are going to watch it.

Star Trek. The greatest television show of all time. Epic space opera. I could spout to you all the reasons why other people say why it was so revolutionary, but I would prefer to give you mine. We are just going to go over the original series, not the many awesome iterations it has gone through.

The cast:

James Tiberius Kirk
Captain of the Starship Enterprise, his mission has always been to go boldly where no man has gone before (and fornicate with every single remotely human-looking alien girl on the way). Also the master of Kirkrate, with many formidable combat maneuvers such as the Captain Kirk Punch, Kick, and Grunt.

Mr. Spock
Mr. Spock, the master of the Vulcan Nerve Pinch, which closely resembles a friendly shoulder grab but isn't. He also is master of the Vulcan Mind Rape, Vulcan Loveseat, and the Vulcan Television Remote. Extremely logical, and may seem cold and uncaring, but is really a lovable guy deep down.

Dr. Leonard McCoy ('Bones')
The ship's doctor. Famous for his many 'I'm a doctor' lines. For instance: "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!", "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a proctologist!", "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not pneumatic hammer!", and my personal favorite,"Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not some sexual plaything you can just cast aside!

Lt. Uhura
The communications officer, and the only woman on the ship. Doesn't really do much, just says things like: "Captain, We're being hailed!" or "Captain, I can't make out what they're saying!" Maybe because this show started in the late 60's is why she didn't have as prominent a role as the other men on the ship. I really like the actress who played her though.

Lt. Hikaru Sulu
The helmsman of the ship, and my personal favorite. I can't think of any memorable lines, but there was this one episode where everyone on the ship went crazy, and Sulu thought he was d'Artagan (from the Three Musketeers). Simply awesome.

Ensign Pavel Checkov
Touting the worst Russian accent of all time, Checkov is the psuedo comic relief. Tactical officer to the Enterprise (Their ship), he is famous for being extremely 'naive'. Also, he's a Communist. Everyone hates a Communist.

Engineer Mongomery Scott
I saved the best for last. The greatest character on the whole roster. "Captain, I canna' do it, the rear defribblateors are going into arrest, and're causing a malfunction in the main oobergoober line!" This man wrote the book on excuses. I swear to God, the guy never fixes anything, always just spouts another problem. I think the bastard just makes em' up! He has the ruggedness of a Scotsman though.

Also there were the 'red shirts', security officers who would die at the earliest possible moment. I mean, anything could kill these guys. Even, Chocolate Pudding.

Their ship is also pretty friggin' cool. It has lots of guns, and floats in space, going boldly where no man goes before.

My overview cannot possibly do this show justice, but remember these words:

Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before!

Fooood.

2006-09-16T20:56:00.000-07:00

At the moment, I've got nothing more interesting to say than I'm starving!

That's right, starving! Our school's gone and slapped a health-food mandate on our campus food, my main source of nourishment. Don't get me wrong, I prefer munching on Sweet 'n' Salty trail mix to eating Uncle Porky's Lard-Coated Buttermuffin Treats, but I need some raw fatty energy every once in a while. (It would also help if they actually STOCKED the vending machines with trail mix and crap when it ran out.)

Can't say the cafeteria food has changed much in accordance with this law, though. The other day I stood in line for the "Soft-Shell Taco".

Now, this is my idea of a taco.

Om nom nom!!

This is what they gave me.

Ladies and gentleman, as aggravating as this MSPaint masterpiece is on your eyes, that's how it was on my tongue. And "Soft-Shell"?? The shell of this abomination was so rock hard that I couldn't even PEEL the thing apart. The tortilla flaked off under my fingernails. I gave up that pursuit and tried in vain to mash it into some kind of taco salad.

It reminded me of the time I microwaved chicken fried steak for too long and not even my mom's sharpest knife could cut through it. Rock-freaking-hard, man. I took it outside and threw it on the cement -- it chipped just like a piece of slate* and cut dents in the cement. THAT was awesome.

Anyway, I guess I'm not getting anywhere complaining about the food. I'm either going to have to fight the administration or suck it up and take a sack lunch like all the cool kids do. Toodles!

*For those of you who are not geologists, slate is a wicked awesome rock that chips off in "leaves"

Shattering the fabric of the universe

2006-09-10T11:12:00.000-07:00

This is Thomas, reporting to you from behind enemy lines.

Brace yourself, fair reader; for I am about to utterly destroy the frail reality that you cling to. After this, your life will be split into two; before the emergence of this information, and after.

Brace yourself.

The online polls that give you information about yourself are completely, utterly, false.

Do you feel oblivion enveloping your being? You are still skeptical, you are asking for evidence to back this accusation up. Well, be careful what you ask for, for the knowledge might lead to your undoing.

First, Exhibit A:

According to this, I am a person of delicious friendliness, exotic encouragement, and eternal twinkling in the moonlight for the person that desires me. Sadly, much to my disappointment, I do not twinkle.

Exhibit B:

This is a simple one, If I was multi-talented, I would not be here typing on a blog. I would be playing linebacker for the Oakland Raiders.

Exhibit C:

Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboat
Name/username/nickname:
favorite color:
best physical quaility:	teeth
best personality trait:	caring
will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?	no
when will you get married?	August 16, 2011
your kiss is:	polite
People date you because:	you"re kind

According to this duo of polls, I have two personalities. One, Thomas Wells, is a smiley, likeable fellow who will marry his girlfriend, and on account of his social problem solving skills, eventually become president. Thomas, However, is a bastard-ass. He's going to dump his girlfriend, and go around kissing people politely. I most definately do not have multiple personalities, and the souls of the innocent shall be mine...I...I...don't have multiple personalities!

Exhibit D, the final, irreputable evidence:

Are you hott? by evildj23
First Name
Age
Guy or Gal
Your hottness is	2...yuck!

This poll directly contradicts the surveys above it! According to this one, I am not twinkly, but a twinkly festering sore on the asshole of mankind.

The evidence is before you. To ingnore the truth would just be, plain and simply, foolish.

Knock knock.

2006-09-07T19:57:00.000-07:00

There are a few things in this world that will never fail to entertain me. One of these things is the word "raccoon". Another is Youtube.

My new favorite movie:
"Completely Uncalled For"

(this one's pretty awesome, too - by the same guys)
"Mother's Day"

And that is my magnificent blog entry of the night. I gotta save all my writing juice for an essay assignment I should be working on right now. Toodles!

I'm coming out of the closet...The nerd closet.

2006-09-06T15:11:00.000-07:00

Captain's Log, Stardate 3450302.22, Captain Thomas Wells reporting.

I have to get this off my chest. For my entire life, I have kept what you are about to read a well-guarded secret. I read comic books. No, I don't just read comic books, I live comic books. I have stacks of comic books in my room, an entire row on one of our bookshelves devoted to them. But why do I like them so much? Here, look at this picture of Thor, my favorite superhero:

What does this picture say to you? To me it is a mythos; battles won and lost, power and those who misuse it, the responsibility to preserve life, and many other lessons that mankind should take to heart. Superheroes to me represent what is so awe-inspiringly good about mankind, and the villains whom they fight show what is despicable and evil about man. Whenever I crack open the page of a comic book, I am instantly in a good place. I have never read a comic book that I have not enjoyed, even if it was badly written. This may sound a little crazy, but after I read one of these tomes of modern myth, I am a little inspired. Crazy, I know, but that's me.

So, now you know my deepest, darkest, secret. What are you going to do with this top secret information that you have gleaned from this blog? I leave the choice to you, fair reader. Use it for good, or ill.

Also, here are some semi-cool pictures I took for my photography class.

Cheers!

"... Or are you just happy to see me?"

2006-09-05T19:21:00.000-07:00

Hello, internet! This is Jessica, the other half of our little blog duet. My first post/article/column/whatever will be about pants.

Yes, pants.

Or more specifically, that obnoxious little "tent" that forms in your jeans crotch when you sit down.

Yes, it looks naughty. But it's not you making that lump, it's the pants! They just fold that way for some reason! It's unavoidable. You discreetly try to flatten it out by tugging the legs of your pants down. Maybe you cross your legs to cover it up. As a last resort, you might even try to mash it down with your fist. However, it probably wouldn't look very good to your friends if you were sitting there punching your crotch, so strike that option.

Thomas had one at lunch today, and even though we girls were very understanding of the "pants-tent" phenomenon, he was still (understandably) ticked off about having a lump there that he had nothing to do with.

Honestly, guys, we don't care. We KNOW it's not you. We get them too, and we understand the physics behind it all. See, I'll prove it:

We have two opposing forces (your abdomen vs. your legs) meeting at a perpendicular intersection (your crotch). Where they meet, there's going to be a bump in the fabric. That bump just happens to be over the crotch.

Unless we're really sheltered or in 6th grade, we're not going to see your pants-tent and dump ice water on you while screaming, "OH MY GOD!! YOU PERVERT!!", so relax.

Moral of the story: Yes, we see it. Yes, we know it is hollow. Everything is going to be okay.

The anti-blog to end all blogs.

2006-09-04T20:46:00.000-07:00

This is Thomas, reporting in.

Welcome to our humble blog. 'Our' you say? By 'Our' I mean, myself, and my girlfriend, Jessica. I know what you're thinking: "Aw, damn, some angst-ridden teenage couple complaining about the world, their parents, cars, insurance fraud, drugs, public defecation, babies, rednecks, the pope, and overly-dramatic, violent television. Screw this, I'm going to read the 19 year-old cheerleader blog, maybe we'll get to see a picture of her in her underwear." That is the exact reason why you will not be thinking while reading this blog.

But seriously, folks; I have always thought of the idea of blog as kind of stupid. But here I am, typing one. I like to think of this as an anti-blog. But, by that logic, doesn't this, a blog ridiculing the nature of blogs, make it a blog in itself? Whoa. I think I just tore a hole in the space-time continuum there.

Space-time continuum aside, we will be posting whatever pops into our head, junk, or otherwise, on to this blog. We will introduce ourselves accordingly when we are speako-typing. (Heh, I just made that word up, pretty good, huh?) Updates will happen as they happen, and not a minute sooner!

Thanks for spending the time to read this. An angst ridden teenager bids you goodnight.

(P.S. Continuum is spelled like that! Weird, huh?)

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	delicious
Your hugs are...	friendly
Your eyes...	twinkle in the moonlight
Your touch is...	the only thing I desire
Your smell is...	exotic
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	eternal

What Makes You Sexy? by eva71
Name/NickName
Gender
Sexy Body Part Is	Your Hands
Special Talents Are	Everything (Multi-talented)