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[20 Feb 2008|08:05am]
Cold and wet, he opens his eyes to find himself staring at pavement. The smell of human urine permeates the air. "where they hell am I?" he thinks. As he sits up, pain blasts through his head. His whole body aches. He must have slept all night out here in the rain. The sky was light and gray. Traffic was busy out on the main street, it must be early morning. Some one honks there horn out on the street and its like they are stabbing him in the head with the noise. He sits up, finding himself next to a dumpster. "I must have been completly wasted last night," he says out loud to no one in particular. He instantly regrets it as even the sound of his own voice sends needles of pain shooting through his head.
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They are going to get you. [20 Feb 2008|07:51am]
a great black abyss surges into existence. It lazily yawns open, to reveal a great darkness beyond. You hope that its empty, but soon find out it is not. Dark, unimaginable horrors pour forth from this great yawning abyss. They slither, crawl, and fly. Some walk, some seem to move with out moving. You can feel the terror rising in you. They are coming, and no one can stop them. You turn to run, and you do. You run as far and as fast as you can, but there is no escape for you now. They've got your scent. They are onto you now.
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Writer's Block: Chinese New Year [05 Feb 2008|01:25pm]
2008 is the Year of the Rat. Which animal year were you born in?

I was born in 1977, the year of the snake.
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What Do You Have To Say? - I Made It Myself [28 Jan 2008|09:56am]
What have you made using your own two hands?

With these two hands I have made friends, enemies, and new relationships. I have made fun, love, trouble (sometimes all at the same time). With a handshake, new acquaintances are made. From that a bond can grow to new levels. With a simple gesture, like a fist or even just a finger, I have made enemies for life. With my two hands I have opened doors and pitched in, forging new relationships along the way. I have made fun by lifting my kids into the air, playing games with them, and celebrating life. With my two hands, love is made; a sweet embrace, a slight caress...well, you know the rest. Love made by hugs and by simple gestures to let them know you care. With these two hands I have made trouble. I have used these hands to push people, to fight, and to cause mayhem.
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What Do You Have To Say? - Ready For My Close-Up? [10 Jan 2008|08:06am]
How do you respond when someone asks to take your picture?

How do I respond when some one wants to photo me? It definitly depends on the situation. Clearly I would respond angrily and with much violence if some one were to say try and take pictures of me in the bathroom or other compromising situations. An old friend of mine went a little crazy with their first digital camera, it wasn't pretty.

In a group situation, I'm ok with it. I like birthday celebrations, parties, Work photo's, that sort of thing. Single person shots of me usually need to be taken of me when I'm not paying attention. I'm still not too comfortable in my own skin. I don't like reminders floating around of why that is. If I know my pic is going to be taken in advance, I don't mind. It gives me a little prep time so I don't look retarded.
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What Do You Have To Say? - To Shoot or Be Shot? [08 Jan 2008|11:09am]
Do you like being behind the camera or in front of the camera?

I like to be in the picture, but not the main focal point. I also like to take the picture. I don't like photo's of just me though. I am well aware of my poor self image and how that can be less than healthy for me, but I'm not in a hurry to fix it. I'm sure there are tons of other things I should work on first. I might be comfortable with who I am some day.

I think its good to be both in front of and behind the camera. When you are behind the camera, you can see things that other people might not necessarily notice while in the situation. Plus you can show the world your take on things. Another good reason is that some one needs to be taking the picture, and its nice for you to volunteer every now and again.

On the flip side, you can't always be a watcher. Some times you have to be the one doing. When your the one getting your picture taken, you are getting a moment of time recorded to forever remind you of a pleasant time you had. You are taking part of life. Its ok to be in the picture every now and again.
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What Do You Have To Say? - My Favorite Shot [07 Jan 2008|10:29am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Describe your favorite photograph.

8 teenagers all lined up in front of a 1993 Buick century, all ignorant and happy. Behind the car was a small forest, which we dubbed "Daryl's Woods", after a friend of mine discovered them accidentally one summer. We were all city, so forests to hang out in were extremely rare where we were from. Its night, and we were all drinking. Probably something like miller high life. We took what ever we could get, because we had to depend on the people who were buying the alcohol. None of us were of age yet. All were false loves, and "friends forever". Of course, most of us thought we'd be dead before we were 25 any way. I only talk to 2 of those people now. We recently went out for coffee. We all grew up and moved apart. Our roads all took us in different directions. May be we they will cross again. Only time will tell.
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What Do You Have To Say? - Ten Years From Now... [04 Jan 2008|11:27am]
Where do you think you'll be in ten years?

10 years from now, I will be in the hospital, recovering from my first heart attack. Since my cholesterol was so high, and my BMI was off the charts, I had massive heart failure. They had to take me off my anti-depressants - they interfered with my heart medicine. My step children have become disaffected and want nothing to do with me. My wife visits me once in the hospital to tell me she is leaving me, and is taking my son with her. They are moving to an apartment in Georgia with her sister her sisters husband. I will then be released from the hospital just in time to arrive at my home while the bank is auctioning off my house and every thing inside of it. I will now be homeless. My car will be gone, Lisa took it to Georgia with her. Weeks later I will be found dead in an alley way. If they bother to autopsey me, the cause of death will be determined to be stage 3 hypothermia. I froze to death, alone and homeless, in the middle of Michigan's coldest winter ever.


After deciding to get on my diet and stick to it, I finally lost the weight. Now that I've been on an excersize program that I can stick to for the last 9 years, I am more physically fit than i've ever been in the past. I take care of my self and make sure I am going to be around for my wife and kids for many more years to come. My oldest son has graduated from college. We don't see him very much these days, but we know he is working hard at getting his career off the ground and understand he has many responsibilites he has to attend to. Him and his fiance` are getting married next year. My middle son has almost graduated college. He has big plans for his future and has had several offers from major companies already even though he has not yet graduated. My youngest son will be starting his first year in middle school, and will be happy and well adjusted. My wife will be happy and successful and our marriage will be stronger than ever. We will still be living in our house that we have now, but will have made many improvements to it, including renovating the kitchen and bathroom, and adding on a room in the back that we use as our Family room. Thats where we keep our new computers and the large television.
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What Do You Have To Say? - My Guilty Pleasure [03 Jan 2008|09:22am]
What's your guilty pleasure?

World of Warcraft. It eats my brain and devours my creativity. I am pretty sure it qualifies as an addiction at this point. Think of it this way, a person on heroin sits in the same spot for hours on end, staring off into space. Their mind may go from one fantastic place to the next, but their body deteriorates while their brain turns to mush. They don't get anything accomplished. They just sit their, feeling good. That is world of warcraft. My heroin.
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What Do You Have To Say? - All By Myself [27 Dec 2007|09:20am]
How do you keep yourself entertained?

When I am alone, thats when the voices get louder. They bring up things from the past that are best forgotten. They bring up worries for the future that are not easily solved. They laugh because I don't have the answer. That used to bother me. I've learned to laugh with them. Theres no point in infinitely stressing over things you'll never beat. It's best not to dwell.

I write now. Dark fiction mostly. I have tried my hand at the more fantasy style sci-fi stuff, but I got bored with that. I try to stick mostly to the horror genre now. Some supernatural, some just bad people. I like idea of vampires. I use them a lot. I try not to pigeon hole myself with the vampire style, though. Of course there is probably little difference between my vamps and bad guys. Realistically, they are both insane, and both tend to kill lots of people. The main differences I suppose would be cosmetic - like age, diet, severe sun allergy in the case of the vamps :)

I have written dozens of short stories. I have an awesome short story some where about a heroin addict. Its one of my favorites, I should dig it out tonight. I also wrote a fictional story about the day my sister-in-law snapped and went on a murder spree, and got away with it.

I draw some times. Mostly trees and plants. Nature scenes with few or no animals. No big animals, they aren't the focus of any of my drawings. Just the occasional small bird, mouse, insect or the like. I tend to not draw people. The images I try of people always come out distorted. Wrong. Crooked eyes, Picaso-like nose, ears too big. The hands are the worse. So I decided to stick to plants and natural settings. I don't really show those to any one. They are just for me. Its like I'm creating my own little space to get away. Thats probably why there are never any animals in them. I don't want the competition.
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Tempest [22 Aug 2007|08:40am]
He was running as fast as his legs could move, but deep down he knew it was not enough. He held onto his sword, not even realizing it was still in his hand. His mind raced back a few days, a simple job Marshall had said "some peasants think a bear, or wild bore is a demon sent by the gods to punish them for something. We five go in kill the thing, have a good feast then come back in a few days for our gold and praise as demon killers."

Marshall was the first to die, his body ripped apart by some huge beast. He was all for going back then, but the others, thinking it was a bear, wanted to avenge Marshall. They woke the next day to find Lenny gone, and after an hour search they found what was left of him. At least they thought it was Lenny, the piece of red meat hanging upside down from the tree. His skin peeled off, the mouth open in a silent scream. He remembered that they didn't hear anything. Lenny had to been dead when it happened, at least he hoped he had been.

They decided then to head back, both John and Gail said maybe the peasants were being punished by the gods, and now we were interfering with them. That was this morning, He and John didn't know when Gail was taken. They just looked behind them when he asked Gail a question and she was gone, no sound just gone. The pace quickened, but the days were as hot as Hades so they tired soon. John ran ahead for the cool stream of water, and had just passed the bushes hiding the pool. He could still hear the horrible screaming, he thought he was a brave man. But when he heard John, he turned and ran.

His only thoughts was get to the road. Once out in the open he would be able to see, and run away from, the demon. With his breath coming in gasps, he forced his legs to keep up the pace, dropping his sword so he can run faster. "Just a little further... just a little more and I'm safe." His mind was frozen with fear . Suddenly the road came into view. It was then that his body gave out and fell to the ground. With a cry he started to crawl slowly when he heard the sounds of steps walking towards him from the road. He looked up to yell for help, but his eyes only widened at the sight in front of him. With his last breath he looked up towards the sky his voice croaking, "You did this? Just a man? But how could you do all that and be a mere mortal? You must be a demon!". His screams could be heard for miles as the man simply known as "Tempest" tore him to shreds with his over sized hunting knife.
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i lost my japanese cd! :( [30 Jul 2007|01:21pm]
[ mood | restless ]

So its gone, I've searched every where i can think of. My learning to speak Japanese cd is missing and every one swears they haven't seen it. That sucks, I can't use it in the winter because Michigan is too freaking cold for my old school cd player wont work in our freezing weather. I can't use it in the warmer months becuase I can't find it when winter is done, yet magically it always reappears in the fall. I guess I'll have to re-buy it. I dislike re-buying cd's I once owned. It leaves a bad tasted in my mouth.

So my in-laws moved in down the street from me. They seem to like it. In the begining I mentioned to them I was concerned that they would be popping in every 5 minutes now that they live 6 houses down ( my original estimate of 8 houses was too generous). Well, they seemed to have taken that as "Don't come down to my house with out an appointment!" because we barely even see them now! I saw my mother in law more when she still lived in her apartment. Now that she is on my block, I never see any of her lot. I think Lisa thinks I scared them away.

I've fallen into my puppy craze again. Every 5 minutes I think about different breeds of dogs and wonder how they would fit in to my home. Moses never really did grow on me. He doesn't play tug-of-war, fetch, or anything really. He barely listens to me at all. He's a rotten dog if you ask me. If I get a puppy, I'll have a dog the kids and I can actually play with instead of chase around the neighborhood. Not that we chase moses any more. Once he takes off, we just let him go. I not-so-secretly wish bad things on him every time he leaves, but he always comes home unscathed. Lisa says she loves him. I don't see it. Maybe if he was trainable.

I've been looking at puggles becuase my boys love them. The problem with those dogs is Lisa had a bad experiance with a pug when she was little and has had it in for them ever since. They are neat little dogs though. Then I looked at the Jack Russell Terrier, but every thing I've read said they are horrible with small kids, so with the baby, that ones out. Boxers are cool and playfull and usually not too drooly, but they get awfully big. Hounds are dumb and don't listen (ahem, moses), so that hole section of dogs is right out the window. I'm kinda partial to those Wire Hair Fox Terriers, but I can't really find much info on them. Lisa hasn't had any objections to that breed so far. I need something small-ish that is ok around small children and likes to play tug-of-war. It needs to be ok with other dogs, and thats about it.

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Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood [14 Jun 2007|09:45am]
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?

I don't know my neighbors at all. I know about several of there positive traits & downfalls, but outside that I know very little. My immediate neigbor to the north is Tim. He has a wife, son, and 2 daughters. The youngest is daughter is Taylor. She is not very well behaved, has a loud mouth, and goes where ever she wants in the neighborhood with out telling any one where she is going. The older sisters name is Jordan. She is rude to her mother and very prissy. She once started a dog walking service, but it didn't last long. I don't know the older son's name, but he is supposed to have taken their beagle - spalding, with him to California. Apparently they don't allow dogs where he lives because spalding is still there. Tim is a loud mouthed racist. He refers to the local ice cream truck driver in all sorts of derogatory terms relating to middle eastern people because she is forgien.

The neighbor on the other side, Dolly, is a mean old witch. She never has any thing pleasant today. She never says hi, or hows the baby, or anything nice at all. On the first day she met my new father-in-law, she said You Should get rid of that damn mutt before it tears into any more trash. She didn't greet him, acknowledge my mother in law, or even acknowledge the fact they both said Hello. I don't think any one will mind too much when she dies.

I have no idea who the people are on either side of them. I never see them. I couldn't even tell you if there are actual people in those houses, or alien robots plotting to take over the planet.

Across the street from me is Frank and his wife. I don't know her name. Frank takes very meticulous care of his property, and owns 2 vintage cars and a Harley Davidson. His wife likes to park in the street directly opposite of my drive way. Her car has been hit no less thank 15 times by people backing out of my drive way. She has never made a complaint about it though. Frank seems like the chatty type, but only with people in his age group (he is on the younger end of the baby boomer generation). He is always talking to Tim and to his direct neighbor Chris about work and sports and the weather and just about any other manly subject under the sun.

Chis Brown is his neighbor to the north. He was Shane's cub scout den leader, so I know a little bit more about him. We aren't friends, but we wave as we drive past eachother. He is currently in his second marriage. Apparently his first wife was a major bitch. He got custody of his daughter, who lives with them. Her name is also Jorday. She takes after his bitchy ex-wife. She will be a really awefully wife to some one later in life. Chris has had 2 other kids with his new wife, but i don't know the daughters name, or the wifes name. I rarely ever see them. The son's name is Allan. He was friends with Shane while they were i scouts together, but after they moved on to boy scouts they stopped talking. Allan is a nice kid, and likes to help out in the neighborhood when he can. He is big into football now.

Past that, I really don't know any one else in my neighborhood. Well, until tomorrow any way. My in-laws are moving in on my street, 7 houses down from me. Aren't I lucky........
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[29 May 2007|03:24pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Life is good. Baby is Cute. I play world of warcraft entirely too much. (And I am looking for a good horde guild on the Dalaran server if any one knows of one).

My promotion worked out great, and I'm making a bit more cash now. I like the new job, and I get my own office with 4 actual walls and a door that shuts! of course, it won't stop the bosses from walking right in, but it keeps every one else out :)

We got a ferret. It was Lisa's mother's day present. He is greyish white and has normal colored eyes. He doesn't have full ferret color, but he is not quite an albino either. Lisa wouldn't let us get the albino. Apparently red eyes are "Creepy". I guess I wouldn't know. Any way, She name it Gambit. He's only 12 months old and cute.

My mother-in-law is finaly getting a house. Her and her husband Mark are moving out of the apartment complex and into a house......8 houses away from my own. Yay. They will be so close they can just pop in when ever they want. :/

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Me [04 Jan 2007|12:03pm]
I'm still around, just nothing worth posting. Hi all you crazy people who still have me on your friends list!

I may or may not be getting a department transfer at work that may or may not include more money. They may or may not tell me if they do or do not decide to give me the Buyer position at Volk. They like to keep things as vague as possible around here.

Oh, my baby is 13 months old right now, but he is as big and as active as a 2 year old. My handsome little man definitly has my impatience, and his mothers stubborness to boot!

Thats about it for now. I'll try to update more, but you know how that goes.
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i attack the darkness [12 Jun 2006|12:03pm]
I Am A: Chaotic Good Half-Elf Mage

Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.

Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.

Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan!

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[23 May 2006|04:01pm]
[ mood | quixotic ]

You Are 56% Abnormal

You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.

You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.

You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.

You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.
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Yay, I'm a Villian [22 Jan 2006|07:42pm]

What Type of Villain are You?

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[19 Jan 2006|03:07pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Say you find a way your company is losing money due to a computer glitch. This computer glitch has been going on for years, and no one has reported it. This leads to some interesting questions, like Where did the money go? Does the Bank know? Does any of the management know? Should you turn in the glitch to the management in hopes of retifying a problem, or do you sit on it because the glitch is being kept secret on purpose, because who ever found that glitch before you is actually keeping all the missing money for him/her-self?

This afternoon my boss passed out a life insurance form for all the employee's to fill out. On this form it asks you what you total anual income is. Before then, I never really thought about my anual income. I think if I was a girl I would be crying right now. I never realized just how little I do get paid until I had to fill it in on that form. That is really depressing. I need a new job.

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[23 Dec 2005|10:55am]
There are 2 days untill christmas and i have not wrapped a single present. My wife has asked me to pick up a gift for her sisters boyfriend on my way home today. I dont see why. Jeni's boyfriend is the same guy who showed up at my birthday dinner with gifts for every one but me. Isn't that classy. Look lisa, I brought you a present on this, your husbands birthday. Now I will give you this present here at your husbands birhtday celebration, where I am bringing him nothing.

We will have all the children on Christmas morning this year. YAY! My kids are fun. So not much has changed over the years. I still hate kids in general, just not my own. (for those of you who know the genetics of my family group, yes I do consider the non-biological children to be mine too). I went way overboard on the kids this year. I felt bad because I could not get them very much last year due to income. This year I have over extended my self a bit. They are worth it. I just hope they like what they are getting. Nothing ruins christmas like a bunch of crappy gifts you don't want. I am pretty sure I got the heavy hitters right, and I don't think any one else bought them the same stuff. Plus we will all be there together and happy as one big family. That is the important thing after all. Family getting together in harmony and having fun, while celebrating the birth of Christ. Of course, its not his actual birthday, but I don't think Jesus minds too much. The point is that we are celebrating his birth together in harmony on the same day as our forefathers have celebrated it for years. (Historians have proved that Jesus was actually a late winter/ early spring baby. December 25th was not actually Jesus's birthday. Early Christians celebrated the lords birthday around the same day as the winter equinox and yule so the pagans would not persecute them for their beleifs. Funny how that worked out. That whole persecution thing. In the begining the Christians, not the pagans, had to worry about being persecuted for their belief system.
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