I went fishing today, didn't catch anything worth keeping but I had fun.  Now that I have been fishing I may be able to make a few more Eleventh Hour videos, unless I get the fishing fever again. 

I am now taking Prozac...

Well thats all. 

Warning:  This could be triggering, I guess.

I am really dreading Christmas, Christmas Eve, and New Years this year.  Why?  I've remembered things I wish I hadn't of remembered.  I'm now taking 20 mg of citalopram, my counselor psychiatrist person believes in over medicating instead of talking about things thats bothering you.  Not that I really mind not talking about it, because its harder than hell to talk about anyway, I mean I've sorta been trained not to talk about it, plus talking about it hurts and makes me sick.  That fucking son of a bitch, the jerk off, asshole, no good for nothing, scum bag, shit eating, ass wipe, low down rapist, who I am supposed to call my father, well he deserves hell for christmas.  Over the years no matter how much I acted like i was looking forward to the holidays I have dreaded them for years, now I know why, and that son of a bitch gets to have a good christma, when he deserves to be laying six feet under letting the maggots eat his rotting carcass. 

Why is it that when I attempt to talk to someone about it, I feel like they don't really want to hear about it, or feel like they just don't care?  Some people thing I should just try and do things to get my mind off of it, but if I am trying to get myself back together don't I need to think about it so I can learn to look at it differently, and so I can move on?  Some people don't seem to understand that I can't just "get over it" sooner.  How the hell do I go on to our family christmas dinner this year, pretending like everything is okay when secretly i am fucking falling apart?  My family doesn't know, and I fucking don't feel like I can tell them. 

We were at a friends house exchanging Christmas presents, so we could see their lil baby open the gifts we got her today, she was playing on their sofa and was about to fall, her grandfather my friends dad, jumped up and grabbed her to keep her from falling, when he grabbed her his hand was on her butt and it was all i could do to keep from knocking him out.  He didn't mean any harm to her or anyone, he was trying to keep her from falling off their sofa and hitting her head on the table, but I don't know, its just really hard. 

Ah, I guess I'll end the rant here. 

Some teens I know are going through the Twilight phase, i was wondering what the hype was all about so i read the book twilight.  Well first, I must say, that when I was a teen I loved Vampire stuff, Christopher Pike's Last Vampire Series, and alot of other vampire related things, I still have a soft spot for vampires also, but Twilight sucked.  It was worse than a badly written fanfiction.  There was not enough twists and turns, and it was too easy to predict.  Besides that I didn't like the authors writing style, and Bella, well, I didn't think there was anything special about Bella, nor edward.  I won't be reading the other books in the series.    

I am now taking an antidepressant medication, Citalopram which is generic for Celexa.  I saw a doctor, at a local psyche clinic who prescribed it.  I knew I was depressed, but I didn't think it was bad enough that I needed to take medication for it though.  But maybe needing to take an antidepressant isn't just a recent thing, maybe its been needed for years and I am just now owning up to it and letting myself try to get help.  I don't really know.  I do know that I will take the medicine although I am a little nervous about it.  I mean, Citalopram has alot of side effects that during clinical trials affected like more than 10% of patients these were like:
fatigue
drowsiness
dry mouth
cardiac arrhythmia
trembling
increased sweating
insomnia
sleep disturbances
dizziness
headache
hallucinations
blood pressure changes
nausea
vomitting
diarrhea

Then theres the much rarer side effects, like allergic reactions, mood swings, convulsions, confusion, and anxiety.  But if you didn't take any medicines because of the listed side effects that COULD occur, I doubt if there is ANY medicines you would be taking, including IBprofen or Tylenol.  

I'd like to think that I know more about my mental health than the doctor knows, but then again the doctor is the doctor, so I will listen to her.  And you know theres good things and bad things about having a psychiatric counselor that you can talk to.  The good things: it does help to talk about things, and once you've scratched the surface of whatever your problems are talking about them (maybe I should say tore a hole into the surface) things from the past that you thought you was okay with, thought you were over, things you didn't think bothered you anymore come gushing up and out and you find out those things do bother you still.  The bad things about having a counselor you can talk to:  after a long while of you talking and crying you're pretty sure the counselor is probably getting bored hearing about everything that bothers you, and you wonder if the counselor will think you're crazy after you've talked to her/him.  

Another bad thing about being able to talk to a counselor, is alot of the stuff that comes up, that you didn't think would still bother you, and it does, well talking about it leads to thinking about it, and thinking about it opens up old wounds, that hurt like hell and actually make you a little more depressed than you were before talking about it.  Of course talking about things is one way to I guess get started healing (or whatever), but sometimes I wonder if I am not saner when I am not talking about it and thinking about it.  Then again I guess not talking about things is actually worse than the pain of facing them when you do talk, not talking about these things is kinda like you're like "if I don't say it, maybe I can make it like it never happened".  But no matter how long you don't talk about something you can't change the past, and not talking about it makes it harder to talk about later, and makes it more painful in some ways.  

I think I was heading down a very destructive path, and who knows how long I've been on that path.  The scary thing I didn't actually realize it until not long ago.   Another scary thing is thinking back to when I was in the hospital with Pnuemonia, when my O2 Sat was dropping really low, I knew that if something wasn't done to get it back up and it kept dropping like it was doing, I knew I would die, because the hospital I was at didn't have the equipment it would require to save my life.  I knew that but I didn't want to go to this other hospital, I was refusing to go until I was begged to go.  I knew that if I remained at that hospital that there was a good chance I would die but I wasn't scared, I don't think I really cared (it may have been low O2 levels messing with my brain, but I don't think it was).  And even scarier is that after being released from the hospital, at times I wished I had of refused to go and that my Sat would have continued to drop and that I had died.  Another thing, it seems like those thoughts should actually feel scary but they don't, they seem like they should but they don't.      

I guess thats all. 
    


 

This poor pc is shot.  Well the PC is pretty good, but it has Vista,  I get alot of page load errors, and the pc is slower than anything.  I miss XP.  

Yay only 2 hours and 39 minutes until eleventh hour.  Oh and I have a mild case of carpal tunnel...

Vista itself is a freaking joke, and probably stands for viruses, infection, spyware, trojans, adware.  XP is good, but VISTA sucks.  Blue Screen of Death, doesn't play half th games I wish it would, doesn't connect to the internet sometimes and after hours on the phone with tech support I have to reformat  the freaking hard drive just to get online, its slower than XP, it may be pretty but it SUCKS.  Firefox is the only browser that ACTUALLY WORKS for ME ON VISTA, since i have been using VISTA its been nothing but pure torture. 

I watched tonights CSI episode, and I am so wishing I hadn't.  It was a total waste of 1 hour of my life, a total waste.  I used to like Grissom, I used to think he was kinda cool, I USED TO WANT HIM AND SARA TO GET TOGETHER, but now, that's all, that's all folks I am jumping ship and I don't give a damn if the water's ice cold.  Grissom has turned from just being socially challenged to being a coward, to being a I don't know, all I can say is he does not deserve Sara.  I honestly don't believe he was in any shape to screw Lady Heather, he was just too pathetic.  Still though he does not deserve Sara.  Hopefully Sara will find someone else, some one who can be the man she needs.  I don't know maybe this is really it for me with CSI.  I know I will continue watching Eleventh Hour, but I may not watch CSI.   

Joy the sickest pup, drank some broth from a bowl today and eat some ham and she hasn't vomited yet.  We're still giving her the pedialyte or gatorade/water mix and antibiotic.  But now we are giving her broth also.  She doesn't look as bad as she did either, and she looks like she is gaining a little weight.  I think that little dog has a strong will to live.  Lucky the healthiest pup, seems just fine.  Feisty as she can be, pretty as she can be, and she is gaining weight.  Me on the other hand, I'm not feeling all that great.  Mostly I think I am just tired from not getting enough sleep.  Then there is the ladybug allergies, which led to an eye infection, and there is also the low blood sugar which can be combated with M&Ms (thank god for left over Halloween candy, its getting me out of drinking Orange Juice every time my sugar drops.) 

    

Okay, I just felt like posting more since, for some unexplainable reason I hit the post to auronheartrikku button (mouse happy maybe).  Anyway, its strange how you can watch a show for 8 maybe 9 years and its your favorite show on TV, and then watch 4 episodes of a new show and it suddenly takes the other show's place.  It was around episode 5 or 6 when Sara became my favorite female character on CSI, and Grissom was my favorite male character from episode 1 or 2.  By the end of the first season of CSI those two had become my favorite characters on television, I've seen every episode, got almost every season on DVD, got an entire folder of GSR fanfiction (that no one is ever going to see) on another computer, well anyway, CSI has been my favorite show since the very first episode.  But now, after just 4 episodes of Eleventh Hour, its my favorite show.  

When I first heard of Eleventh Hour a while back I was expecting it to be something like the X-Files was, thats not the reason I watched the first episode, but thats what I was expecting.  Then I became impatient and found the British version, and I loved it (although my first thought during the first episode was Professor X can WALK!!).  Then I wondered if the US version would be as good as the British one. I was sorta afraid it wouldn't, but then I saw the first episode.  (I got to learn that remakes don't always butcher the movie or show that the remake was made from, I mean REC (a zombie film), was an excellent movie, but Quarantine, the remake of REC was also one HELL of a movie.).  Anyway the first episode of Eleventh Hour (the US version) was excellent, the second was great, the third was FREAKING AWESOME, and I really loved the fourth episode.  So far though I've liked the episode 'Agro' the best (not because in Dead Frontier the zombie's agression level is referred to as Aggro), but because it was about something that I am really, really interested in (GM food).  And the upcoming episode 'Containment' is going to be about something I am more so interested in than GM food (a virus... I can't remember ever not being interested in viruses, and since I have had the internet researching viruses has become sort of a hobby.).  Anyway both Rufus Sewell and Marley Shelton are excellent actors.  And ya know, when I said I was expecting the show to be something like the X-Files, I don't think it is like the X-Files.  Am I dissappointed because its not like the X-Files?  No.  

Have you ever tried getting a puppy to drink Gatorade?  Its not that easy.  Actually its a 50/50 gatorade/water mixture.  One puppy (Her name is Lucky) had some of the mixture and tried to knock the Gatorade bottle over, but the puppy that really needs it (Her name is Joy) doesn't want it.  Why am I giving Gatorade to 2 pups?  Because they have a bad diarrhea and diarrhea in pups is a really bad thing.  It can be a killer, if the pup keeps the diarrhea for too long it can become dehydrated, and it could become hypoglycemic, and eventually die.  And since the vet won't be in until Monday, I am going to be a backyard vet (IE, not a real vet) until then.  So far we are giving these pups an at home style treatment for parvo, pedialyte, gatorade water mixture, keeping therarea clean, giving them broth through a syringe, and giving fluids via subcutaneous injections.   We are also giving antibiotics to them (well Joy is the one getting all this stuff done to it, Lucky is just getting to drink the pedialyte and gatorade/water mixture), to help protect them against any possible secondary bacterial infections.  If its parvo there really isn't (last time I checked) a cure for it, the only things that can be done for it is just to keep the pup eating if possible, to keep it from becoming dehydrated, and if possible give it antibiotics to help protect it from bacterial infections, because its immune system has to be what fights off the parvovirus.  And I've heard it isn't parvo itself that kills the dog or pup, its were its not eating, and is dehydrated that kills it.  The pup has been dewormed for every type of worm except for whipworms, so if its a worm infestation causing its problems, it won't get better but at least it will probably survive long enough to get something done for the whipworms.  If its neither of those problems, it could be a bacterial infection, if thats the case the antibiotics will help that.  

We've got a new kitten also, either it got lost and found its way here, or someone dropped it on us.  Its as cute as it can be.  And it seems pretty healthy so far.              

I really like the CBS show Eleventh Hour.  Its slowly (well not really that slowly, more like faster than greased lightening) taking the place of all my other favorite shows (Terminator SCC, CSI, Monk, etc...).  I've been a CSI fan for all of 8 or 9 seasons (I think its on its 9th season now), and its been my favorite show since the very first season, but now, after 4 (just 4) episodes of Eleventh Hour, its now my favorite show, and CSI is now my 2nd favorite (TSCC third, NCIS fourth, Without A Trace fifth, Monk sixth, etc...).      

Whelp, its almost Halloween, well technically it is Halloween.  Almost time for the little ghosts and goblins to go door to door trick or treating.  This year I am planning on watching the Ghost Hunters Live Halloween special thing, unless I'm too busy playing Dead Frontier, watching some zombie movies, or watching the US version of Eleventh Hour, or watching the British version of it, or unless I'm asleep while its on.  So yeah, I really am not planning anything.  

Its been a while since my last update, I have a new pet peeve and a new favorite show. 

The new pet peeve is people who breed animals to sell.  I don't know the actual numbers, but alot of dogs and cats are homeless, and alot of them have to be put down while in animal shelters.  So why do people breed these animals to sell them?  It seems kinda, I don't know, heartless.  What about someone who works at an animal shelter, claims that she really loves animals, she also sees how many animals come through there and have to be put down, but yet this person breeds her dogs to sell.  That just kinda bugs me.  Then you add on the fact that while trying to sell her puppies she disses the animal shelter she works at... It sorta disgusts me.

The new favorite show:  Eleventh Hour, with Rufus Sewell and Marley Shelton.  Its a very good show.  The episode storylines are good, the actors are good, everything about the show is good.  I'm undecided on whether I am a fan of any pairings in the show though (like Jacob/Rachael).  I do enjoy the character interaction, and maybe one day I will decide that I am a fan of the Jacob/Rachael pairing.  

What I'm playing: Dead Frontier
What I'm reading: I started reading a book a while back, but I can't remember the name of it.  (I can't remember anything these days.)


Oh yeah, the stuff with my lungs and pneumonia, my lung capacity is a hell of a lot lower than it should be, thats really all I know at the moment.

Ah thats all I can think of at the moment.  I'll try to update again sometime pretty soon.        

I am a little better than I was, but I am still sick.  I think my lungs need a vacation.    The tooth is still bothering me too.
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My tooth is still bothering me some, but the tooth is not my worst illness right now,  The flu like symptoms I was griping about  was pneumonia in both lungs (to be exact Walking Pnuemonia also known as Community Associated Pneumonia.). 

Fun. 

Last Thursday I went to the hospital ER and they kept me.  Before they even put me in a room they worked me over, took my blood twice (and both times the lab techs had trouble finding a vein), blood from my artery once (the Respiratory tech who attempted to take it I was kinda either still in training or just out  of training.  And my Arteries were like, "They sent a trainee to me..."  She stuck me multiple times and still couldn't get my blood, a more experienced tech had to step in and take it) and  put in an IV and gave me two different Antibiotics intravenously, gave me a Lorcet for the tooth, some type of cough syrup, a shot of Lasics intravenously, a shot of blood thinner in the side of my stomach, 2 unknown pills, they taped a finger clip thing (it tests for oxygen or something) on my finger, and put me on Oxygen (2 litres I think). 

I remember the elevator ride up to my hospital room, but I don't remember getting in bed or putting on a hospital gown or almost anything else about that night.  I slept alot for the next day or two, or maybe just that night I don't remember, alot of it is blurry and fuzzy.  I do remember sometime maybe on Friday a nurse giving me the antibiotic Rosepherin intravenously at like 300 mL per hour, then once it was finished another nurse started to give me the antibiotic Zithromax intravenously and when she flushed out the IV it hurt and I let her know it hurt and she changed my IV before giving me the antibiotic.  I also remember waking up to see a very nice looking male nurse, and thinking about how I really didn't mind staying there if he was going to be the first thing I saw when I woke up, and then I realized I had actually said it. I also remember waking up and a good looking male respiratory therapist giving me a breathing treatment and doing percussion on me.

My Oxygen tubing wasn't long enough to reach the bathroom or any where else in the room, so I was taking off the nasal cannula to go to the bathroom, to look out the window, to leave the room etc...

Sunday or Monday morning (I guess) around 7 AM (I guess, it was before breakfast), I wanted a lemonade instead of the orange juice that they would bring me (their orange juice tastes really awful, worse than orange juice normally tastes).  So I got out of bed, put on my house shoes, and a second gown and I laid the oxygen down and I left the room.  Walked to the end of the hall to the nurses station, snuck past it (they would have told me to get my ass back in bed and went and got the lemonade for me), went out into the med-surg lobby and called a elevator, I laid low until it arrived, I got on and then I went to the ground floor.  Once there I walked to the vending area and got me the lemonade. Then I got back on the elevator.  I was getting out of breath and feeling awful but I didn't want to go back to my room (hey I don't know exactly how long I had been in the room, but I had tried to sneak out a couple times before and made it like 1 time out 10.  I had also had my Oxygen turned up to 3 litres once because of my only previous escape.  Anyway I needed to get out for a while.) so I headed up to the fourth floor where there is nothing but several vacant rooms and every now and then a security guard to evade.  Once to the 4th floor I looked around a bit and drank my lemonade and then I started feeling alot worse than I had been.  I was lightheaded, struggling to breathe, I felt flushed, the right side hurt like hell (hurt like a broke rib) and the left side hurt some, and I don't know what else.  So I went back to my room.

I considered stopping at the nurses station and telling them what was going on so they could help me, I mean after all thats what they are there for.  But, I also dreaded their wrath.  I mean they had been telling me to keep the Oxygen on and not to leave the room and all that good stuff, and they were getting very annoyed at me for trying to escape before, so is it really a good idea to piss someone off, someone who may be sticking a needle in you soon?  Thats mostly what I ended up considering.  I ended up sneaking past the nurses station (not that I had to or could sneak I mean the nurses station was empty and my breathing (If you can call it that) was loud).  Anyway I made it back to my room and got my Oxygen on.  About 10 seconds after I got the Oxygen on the Respiratory therapist came in to give me my breathing treatment.  She saw me standing there clutching my side, heard me breathing like I was, and she ran to where I was and helped me sit down.  She pulled her finger clip out and stuck it on my middle finger really quick, after a few seconds it showed up 61... (that is really NOT GOOD).  She (the respiratory therapist) then turned the Oxygen up from the outlet thing it was plugged into on the wall.  And she ran and got a mask (a simple face mask).  It delivers like 50%-70% (maybe 80%) Oxygen and she placed it on me.  Then she gave me like a minute or so before she put the finger clip back on me, it built some, and continued to build until it got to like 95 then it stopped.  Well she sit in there and talked to me a while then brought in a machine that had its on finger clip and hooked me up to it.  It steadily read out my oxygen level.

Once I was breathing good enough, I told her (the respiratory therapist), about my adventure.  My side was still hurting like it had been but I never said anything.  She reprimanded me, warned me that it could have killed me, and that if I kept trying to leave my room the nurses ould end up restraining me.  She gave me my breathing treatment then and doing without the Oxygen for that long caused my Oxygen level to drop down to 79. I put the mask back on as soon as Oxygen was going to it again, and it built back up.  The pain in my side kept getting worse and worse and the other side was hurting worse also.  After a while I sorta feinted.  I woke up and the respiratory therapist and a nurse was over me one giving me a shot and the other placing a Non-rebeather mask on me (this type of mask delivers between like 90% and 100% Oxygen at usually around 15 litres.) 

Anyway that got it back up, but the hospital I was at is not equipped to handle alot of stuff like that, the NRB mask is about all they can do,  if my oxygen had of dropped with that on, then i WOULD have been SCREWED.  My doctor had me sent to another hospital, to the ICU there where they could handle it if anything happened.  

I spent like 36 hours in ICU. I was hooked up to all the machines in my ICU cubicle.  My new doctor ordered them the take me off the 100% Oxygen and put it down to 2 litres.  So they did, and when they did, my oxygen level dropped like a hot potato.  So the therapist knocked it up to 3 litres, that didn't build it up very much, they then knocked it up to a simple mask again, and then to the NRB mask I had been brought in on and it went back up to 95.  They had me x-rayed, and my lungs were collapsed (well almost fully collapsed, like maybe 1/4 of them wasn't.).  So they put me on a catheter (if I had of had the energy I would have fought the nurse over that), then they did every type of test I can think of.  They also warned me that if my oxygen level dropped again they would be putting me on a mechanical ventilator... that scared me alot.

Anyway, things got a little worse before they got better.  I slept for some time, and when I woke up my machines were beeping like crazy.  I turned my head so that I could see them and my Oxygen level had dropped to 80, my pulse was like 50.  I grabbed the NRB mask and pressed it to my face as tight as I could, squeezed the flap valve shut with my thumb, and started squeezing the bag that was filled with Oxygen.  I had forced like 2 breaths in when several people came running into my cubicle fast.  They allowed me to squeeze my bag, and my oxygen went back up.  They gave me another shot, and a pill then they left my cubicle.

I laid awake that night watching the machine if it went below 90 I would just squeeze the bag until it went back up.  By the time it was daybreak I was really tired and my Oxygen had stayed above 95 for a while so I went to sleep.  The next time I woke up, it was time to eat dinner.  Then they gave me some pills, some IVs, some shots, and I slept more.  The next time I woke up they were getting ready to move me out, since my oxygen was stable and they had lowered it to 2 litres.  They did still keep monitoring my Oxygen level, and although I didn't get to move too far from the ICU I did get to move to a regular room.

It wasn't long then until they let me come home (today), although I did have to bring some Oxygen with me.  I also have one of those oxygen sensor things to check the level with (my insurance covers all but like 5% of the costs).  I haven't actually been wearing the oxygen except when I start feeling it, and the sensor thing says my level has dropped below 90%.  I am still taking alot of meds, and I do feel better than I did, but overall I still feel like crap.     



     

   
                  

I have a cracked/abscessed wisdom tooth, and now I have something like the flu, if its not the flu.  It could be sinusitis, or something I guess. 

My Tooth-
It feels like someone is hammering an ice pick in the side of my head and face, most of the time now,  When it doesn't feel like that, it feels like my head just might explode.  It sometimes feels like I have an ear ache, but I guess it really could be a ear ache.  I also have an extra tooth, a 4th molar coming in.  Its on the bottom of the left side (the cracked wisdom tooth is on the top of the left side).  And the 4th molar is impacted because it doesn't have enough room to come in.  My face is swollen up, and no ammount of pain relievers actually relieve the pain, I've also tried cloves, moonshine, salt, etc... Nothing actually helps.  I've tried to yank the cracked one out several times now, but it is in there solid.  Once I managed to break a little of it off, but that didn't help anything.  I have seen the dentist though, and after several weeks of not getting a referral to see a surgeon, I finally got one.  Now I just have to wait to actually see the surgeon.

My flu thing-
Runny nose, coughing, sneezing, aching, feeling like I was hit by a ton of bricks, having a temperature of like 101, having fits of coughing which feel like I could easily cough up a lung or two, fits of sneezing, so tired, sleeping alot, etc...

I guess thats all. 

Its called Dead Frontier and its currently in beta testing, and its awesome.  It can be found at www.deadfrontier.com

Those videos are well, freaky.  And whoever came up with the motherfucking hellish leech hunter mini game in Resident Evil Zero SHOULD be LOCKED NAKED in a huge aquarium thing with LEECHES, hundreds of them, and let those little leeches feast off of the son of a bitch for the rest of his life, maybe give him more blood after a while so the SON OF A BITCH would live longer and be tormented more by LEECHES!  

The mini game:  

Collect 100 leech charms and then exit the UTF front doors for special prizes.

50 Blue Charms
50 Green charms

Leech Men or Leech Zombies, Hunters, Eliminators, Zombies, Plague Crawlers (i think thats it) all make an appearance (why didn't they add in a Tyrant, Centurion, and a Scorpion Looking Thing Boss or two Tyrants or Three.)

Once you get around 90-95 of the charms if you have previously cleaned house of the monsters, they respawn.  And there is just too much backtracking.  The plus side of the mini game is if you attempt to run from all enemies (except for the ones in very cramped rooms it makes it more challenging.  Or if you play through with just handguns, or better yet a handgun and a knife). Also in both the mini and main game its annoying because the item boxes have been removed.  I miss that feature.  And the fact that you have a partner who is controlled by AI well sucks.  iT SHOULD BE 2 PLAYER!  Everything else about the main game is alright though.   

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What do you consider basic mechanical work on automobiles?

Yeah bored.  Fun.  I believe I will make a list of my favorite books on here:

- I am Legend - (too lazy to find the book to see who wrote it... I swear I need B-12)
- Gospel of the Living Dead - Kim Paffenroth
- Dying to Live - Kim Paffenroth
- World War Z - Max Brooks
- The Zombie Survival Guide - Max Brooks
- Down the Road - Bowie Ibara (spelling?)
- Down the Road on the Last Day - Bowie Ibara (spelling... too lazy to go find the book to see if spelling is right.)

And thats all I can think of. 

My intel is 6000+ in Dead Awaken now.

Haven't heard anymore about the meteor that crashed somewhere sometime in Sept.  

My accuracy, speed, defense is all over 600 now on Dead Awaken.

Maybe one day I will get unlazy enough to write a review of my favorite movies.

Need more zombie stuff.

Itchy tasty....

Yeah I'm crazy but I haven't slept in like oh say 50 hours or more.

Oh yeah eventually I will start my Dead Awaken Characters blog thing... one day.

Hmmm, there is a verse in the Bible that sounds zombish its in Zechariah (spelling) I think its 14:12 through 14:15 or 16.  "And this shall be the plague wherewith the Lord will smite all the people that have fought against Jerusalem;  Their flesh shall consume away while they stand up on their feet, and their eyes shall consume away in their holes, and their tongue shall consume away in their mouth.  In that day there shall be a great tumult from the Lord among them: and they shall lay hold every one on the hand of his neighbour, and his hand shall rise up against the hand of his neighbour.  And even Juda shall fight against Jerusalem: and the riches of all nations round about shall be gathered together, gold, and silver, and garments in great abundance.   And the destruction of the horse, and of the mule, and of the camel, and of the ass, and of all the beasts, that shall be in those tents, shall be like this destruction."  Taken from King James Bible.  

"Now this will be the plague with which the LORD will strike all the peoples who have gone to war against Jerusalem; their flesh will rot while they stand on their feet, and their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongue will rot in their mouth.  It will come about in that day that a great panic from the LORD will fall on them; and they will seize one another's hand, and the hand of one will be lifted against the hand of another.   Judah also will fight at Jerusalem; and the wealth of all the surrounding nations will be gathered, gold and silver and garments in great abundance.  So also like this plague will be the plague on the horse, the mule, the camel, the donkey and all the cattle that will be in those camps."  Taken from the New American Standard Bible

I know it could be talking about Leprosy or something, but it kinda sounds zombi-ish especially the one from the New American Standard Bible.  1.  What diseases make living humans being rot or decay?  (Wikipedia says leprosy does not cause rotting of the flesh... but then again that is Wikipedia.  Gangrene though does cause decay.  And I am sure there are other diseases and stuff).  2.  A great panic, and I take it means fight each other... (maybe I am wrong but... Okay if lets call it zombism was spreading there would be PANIC... and zombies well attack the living.)  3.  Okay I don't know alot about diseases but is there a disease that causes humans to rot while they are alive, and causes them to attack other people?  Sounds zombi-ish to me... If anyone wants to share their opinions on this comment or email me (f o r e n s i c g i r l 2 0 @ y a h o o . c o m)    

  

 


 

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Funny Meerkat Manor commercial or promo.  Poor Zaphod.


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Hmmm, what does a meteorite crash and a mysterious illness have in common?  Apparently this.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070918/sc_afp/peruhealthoffbeat


Meteorite crash, mysterious illness... I wonder if this means that there is gonna be an outbreak of 'zombism' caused by nanotechnology... nah.  I guess I've just been reading too many online zombie journal thingys.