You oughta know what you're gonna get in me. Just a little touch of star quality.
God the bitch that sung that song on Glee was good but she was so snobby! I'm back I'm back I'm back. After quite some weeks of no inspiration for blogging and now will to write I have been rejuvenated. New motto and a new podcast on the way!
Motto: You ougta know what you're gonna get in me. Just a little touch of star quality.
I feel I need to stop barely getting by and really show what I can do. I'm more than capable of taking down any monumental task set before me and I should act that way daily. I need to put myself on the track to success and stick to it. That ladies and gentlemen is the New Years resolution inspired by Glee. Wow. Let's get to it people
New podcast: Yeah! I've been wanting to do a podcast on the side and finally just posted an ad on craigslist and got a couple people interested. I will be posting the podcast on this blog twice a month. No if's, and's, or buts. I plan to do the pilot episode next week. Expect some good times peoples.The podcast will be a retor gaming/nerd type of podcast. Pretty relaxed but without any pedophilia questions (I'm looking at you Jim Sterling!) Haha, jk Jim, your obsession is what makes the Podtoid what it is.
I start school next week, finally. It's been so long since I've been inside a college to take classes and I'm finally back. Finally. The Californian Gods have smiled upon me at last. I won't be taking classes that go towards my major since I was late to the game but at least the classes are mostly interesting. Astronomy, Cultural anthropology, Poetry, and LGBT literature. I think it's time to start setting goals and rewarding myself for them since I have a job now as well. Let's see...Straight A's and I think I'll get myself a new gaming system that's over 100 dollars (most likely a ps3, psp, or a 3DS). As for B's let's see. each A equals 50 dollars. B's equal 25. I think that's fair enough.So if I have one B and three A's then I have 175 dollars to spend on myself.
So I now have a title at Gotgame. I'm now a "News Editor". Basically doing the same thing that I've been doing but I have more authority. I should brush up on how to work well in teams. I'd like to get things to where the writers actually want to listen to me, rather than ignore me. So let's work on that as well! I will also be working on the
Started learning C++ last week. I was watching videos but then realized that the guy was only doing 5 minute videos and after 7 videos I still couldn't do much (there were 73 videos total). I decided to go back to the written tutorials. That's another goal of mine, to learn and be fluent in C++.
I think the podcasts and C++ tutorials are a good start for projects. I do need to finish up some knitting for the family but that's not that much work. It's more time consuming making scarves than anything else.
Stay tuned for the pilot episode of my podcast which still has yet to be named!
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Writer's Block?
I haven't felt like writing/typing anything at all recently. So why am I here posting this blog post? I figure I needed to do something lest this blog be lost in the dark corners of my mind. So to keep things going I'll be posting one of the poems from my poetry blog which has gone into the dark recesses of my mind and which I think I will slowly move over here. Next month I will definitely be doing NaNoWriMo...maybe resurrecting my old Kingdom Hearts fan fic.
Anyways
Here you are...
An Ode to the Forgotten
To those lost in time
I write to you
In this small finite passage
To try and bring back your memories
What stories you might unfold
If memory would ever serve me
But the minds was never meant to server, only aid
Nonetheless this composition will try and remember you
The nameless
the heroes who vanish from the world
The specters of ancient worlds
Silent plotters in the middle of the fray
Humble servants in the shadows
Deciders of imperative worth, lost in the mist
You all have shaped things in your own way
So why has the providence of history forsaken you?
Or has history drunk well from the waters of Lethe?
Are we all affected by a lack of cognition
Inhibiting our memories and erasing people from this world
Should we be put on trial
For killing off so many lives?
For those we forget, cease to exist
So is my mission futile?
To remember non-existing persons?
For how can one know or remember something that never existed in the first place
Let alone put people on trial for genocide of non-existent histories
Despite this paradox
Albeit this conundrum
You, the forgotten
phantasms of a historical kind
Will be remembered forever
Kept eternal always
By these ravings
By this cantankerous philosophy
Never to die again
In this small finite passage
To try and bring back your memories
What stories you might unfold
If memory would ever serve me
But the minds was never meant to server, only aid
Nonetheless this composition will try and remember you
The nameless
the heroes who vanish from the world
The specters of ancient worlds
Silent plotters in the middle of the fray
Humble servants in the shadows
Deciders of imperative worth, lost in the mist
You all have shaped things in your own way
So why has the providence of history forsaken you?
Or has history drunk well from the waters of Lethe?
Are we all affected by a lack of cognition
Inhibiting our memories and erasing people from this world
Should we be put on trial
For killing off so many lives?
For those we forget, cease to exist
So is my mission futile?
To remember non-existing persons?
For how can one know or remember something that never existed in the first place
Let alone put people on trial for genocide of non-existent histories
Despite this paradox
Albeit this conundrum
You, the forgotten
phantasms of a historical kind
Will be remembered forever
Kept eternal always
By these ravings
By this cantankerous philosophy
Never to die again
...
Unless this poetic piece too
joins your ranks in the void of time...
joins your ranks in the void of time...
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Nummy Cookies
So I made some no-baked cookies this evening. To you they may not look too appetizing to you but in reality they are phenomenal. Chocolatey goodness with oats and sugar and YUM. I've already had a few so the sugar is starting to kick in. If ya'll want to make some yourself here the recipe is somewhat simple.
Lay out sheets of wax paper on a flat surface like a counter top. You will be putting the cookies on this so they can harden.
So you need a large pot of sorts and a spoon to mix stuff with. Mix these ingredients in the big bowl:
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup milk
1 stick butter
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup cocoa
Place the pot on medium heat (gas burners VERY low setting) Bring the ingredients to a boil and stir occasionally. Let the ingredients boil until you reach a soft ball which should take about 15 minutes, or longer. To check for a soft ball get a full glass of cold water and pour minuscule amounts of the mixture into the glass. If the mixture forms balls and they maintain that shape even when at the bottom of the glass, then you have a soft ball. After you have gotten a soft ball then take the pot off of the heat and quickly mix in these ingredients:
1 tsp vanilla extract
3 cups oats
1 large scoop peanut butter.
Mix all of this together and scoop out globs of the mixture and place them one at a time on to the wax paper. Wait until the cookies harden and enjoy!
So I've been listening to the Astronomy Cast on my iPod, I was even listening to them while making my cookies. I've been listening to the episodes chronologically from past to present, finishing episode six during the cookie making process.
Astronomy is fascinating and the physics behind the universe could potentially be fun to learn about. I love math and physics has loads of math in it so this could quite well turn into a profession or a small hobby of mine. I definitely do want to explore this avenue more so I've put a few astronomy books on my amazon wishlist hoping someone will buy one as a Christmas present to me. I'm actually hoping more that they'll buy the mathematics books for dummies and their corresponding workbooks. I figure those would be a good a place as any to start refreshing my brain about Algebra and Calculus.
I don't feel like much of writing poems or stories tonight so I'll leave you all with another poem from my early days titled "Dirge for a Goddess" in the Shakespearean format ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Divinity, a gift of purity
To be a deity with poise and grace
Or is it a curse, deserving of pity?
So fragile as the porcelain vase
Such a person was given this role forsaken
Her name, it pains me to say
She took to loving a man, who was soon taken
By Lady Death, whose charm so took his breath away
Oh the Goddess, I pity her malaise
For she wept day and night,
showering the earth in a melancholy daze
Obscuring all from vision, leaving not a drop of light
Soon the Gods asked Lady Death
To end her sorrow by taking the Goddesses' last breath
Friday, October 7, 2011
Halloween Poem and a Blog in the Same Post
The past couple of days I've been doing some job hunting and getting away from the house. It was a nice semi vacation from the BFE, a.k.a. the boonies here in California. I'm hoping I can get a position somewhere so my dwindling cash reserves can get a (hopefully) permanent bailout of their own.
I've also been neglecting to read the blogs I'm subscribed to due to hanging out with the friend I was staying with. I have gone through a few and eliminated them because they seemed to be outdated or I didn't really like them.
Then I came home today, oh yay. That's not sarcastic dear readers, I am actually glad to be home for once. For one, my friend isn't the tidiest of all people. Rick, my relative, claims that's because he's a "typical furry". I really don't know about furry's living habits at all so I can't say anything. However, I am glad to come home to a clean house and a clean bed. Let's just say that dogs drag in a lot of dirt, especially big fluffy ones.
I also started playing Lufia II, but then I didn't want to. Instead I am taking on two more knitting projects along with the scarf I'm already making for my mother and the second armwarmer I'm making for myself. The two other projects are a Halloween scarf and a Gryffindor scarf. Sheesh.
Anyways, here is a little poem I made back in my senior year because I had to. It's more of an October poem with a lot of Halloweeny stuff in it.
I am October
The month of mischief and delight
Please do not fear me, for I do note bite
Although you might see
One dark scary night
Some goblin or ghoul that may give you a fright
Fear not for they are after the same goal
A most divine treat of exquisite taste
Candy is what it's called
It is my favorite food
But to receive some you must say the clandestine words
What are they you ask?
Why, trick or treat, my sweet!
Moving on to something I treasure the most
Are my favorite colors: orange and black
You see all other holidays have simple, mundane colors
While mine mix together like yin and yang
Wait! Please don't go!
Not just yet
For I hate it when All Hallows is forgotten and left
But Happy Halloween one and all
I'll see you next year
A bit corny in the middle but it's all cool at the end.
I've also been neglecting to read the blogs I'm subscribed to due to hanging out with the friend I was staying with. I have gone through a few and eliminated them because they seemed to be outdated or I didn't really like them.
Then I came home today, oh yay. That's not sarcastic dear readers, I am actually glad to be home for once. For one, my friend isn't the tidiest of all people. Rick, my relative, claims that's because he's a "typical furry". I really don't know about furry's living habits at all so I can't say anything. However, I am glad to come home to a clean house and a clean bed. Let's just say that dogs drag in a lot of dirt, especially big fluffy ones.
I also started playing Lufia II, but then I didn't want to. Instead I am taking on two more knitting projects along with the scarf I'm already making for my mother and the second armwarmer I'm making for myself. The two other projects are a Halloween scarf and a Gryffindor scarf. Sheesh.
Anyways, here is a little poem I made back in my senior year because I had to. It's more of an October poem with a lot of Halloweeny stuff in it.
I am October
The month of mischief and delight
Please do not fear me, for I do note bite
Although you might see
One dark scary night
Some goblin or ghoul that may give you a fright
Fear not for they are after the same goal
A most divine treat of exquisite taste
Candy is what it's called
It is my favorite food
But to receive some you must say the clandestine words
What are they you ask?
Why, trick or treat, my sweet!
Moving on to something I treasure the most
Are my favorite colors: orange and black
You see all other holidays have simple, mundane colors
While mine mix together like yin and yang
Wait! Please don't go!
Not just yet
For I hate it when All Hallows is forgotten and left
But Happy Halloween one and all
I'll see you next year
A bit corny in the middle but it's all cool at the end.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Blog and a Horror Story (Not in the same post)
I thought I would take the time to just talk instead of only doing a Horror Story today. That in itself can be a horror story if you know me well enough.
Anyways, it's getting cold outside. Don't get me wrong, I happen to like winter...only for the snow though...well and a few other things. Winter is a time where I can just sit back and rest in front of the wood burning stove I became so acquainted with last winter. That thing puts out a lot of heat and I absolutely love it. Another thing I love? Hot chocolate, hands down. It's warm and it's chocolatey, what could be better? Well...warm fudge brownies could be better but those don't stay warm during the three days that they're being eaten unless you put them in the microwave...I might try that some time. Anyways, there are lots of wonderful things about winter and most of them can be done inside. We only get scarce amounts of snow even though we're at a higher elevation than sea level but I'd rather not have to deal with snow again...I used to live in Ohio.
But enough talk about me and winter, let's talk about me, myself, and I. Along with this blog I've put quite a number of blogs into my news feed to try and find what interests me. It started one night when I was watching Storm Chasers. I would love to go out and do stuff like that, more like going into a tornado and collecting data then plugging it into a formula. So I decided to go and look for blogs about weather and storms. I found a few that were interesting and decided to take it a step further and look for blogs related to what I think I might like. I found a few astronomy blogs, some mathematics blogs, blogs where people just talk, blogs about video games and a few other things.
Then today came along. Then I started writing this blog post. Then I got to the previous paragraph and had an epiphany: I like doing things that deal with mathematics. I would imagine that meteorologists would have to have quite a good round knowledge of mathematics and the storm chaser dudes would also need to be able to solve mathematical equations. So...maybe I should try and find things that deal with mathematics and take beginner classes that deal with that subject matter to figure out what I want to do with my life.
You see, this also ties into my career choice. I was originally going to be a Sign Language Interpreter, but there are so few colleges that have the major and I would have to basically move to the area. Then I wanted to become a journalist, I still sort of do. We will see how that goes. However, in reality I could do almost anything that I want to do. I have the intelligence but I don't have the will to do some things. Like chemistry, I would not be a good chemist because let's just say high school chemistry was not fun. I could be an astronomer or a mathematician, or a meteorologist, or something.
I just feel that time is slipping away from me and before I know it I'll be flipping burgers because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do in life. Well, that's not going to happen to me. I'm going to do my best and keep up with these blogs, I've also subscribed to the Astronomy Cast and their podcasts seem quite informative. I'm going to learn what I can and figure out as best as I can what interests me and what doesn't.
Well, I don't have much else to say. I'll most likely be posting a Horror Story later on today. Until then dear readers.
Anyways, it's getting cold outside. Don't get me wrong, I happen to like winter...only for the snow though...well and a few other things. Winter is a time where I can just sit back and rest in front of the wood burning stove I became so acquainted with last winter. That thing puts out a lot of heat and I absolutely love it. Another thing I love? Hot chocolate, hands down. It's warm and it's chocolatey, what could be better? Well...warm fudge brownies could be better but those don't stay warm during the three days that they're being eaten unless you put them in the microwave...I might try that some time. Anyways, there are lots of wonderful things about winter and most of them can be done inside. We only get scarce amounts of snow even though we're at a higher elevation than sea level but I'd rather not have to deal with snow again...I used to live in Ohio.
But enough talk about me and winter, let's talk about me, myself, and I. Along with this blog I've put quite a number of blogs into my news feed to try and find what interests me. It started one night when I was watching Storm Chasers. I would love to go out and do stuff like that, more like going into a tornado and collecting data then plugging it into a formula. So I decided to go and look for blogs about weather and storms. I found a few that were interesting and decided to take it a step further and look for blogs related to what I think I might like. I found a few astronomy blogs, some mathematics blogs, blogs where people just talk, blogs about video games and a few other things.
Then today came along. Then I started writing this blog post. Then I got to the previous paragraph and had an epiphany: I like doing things that deal with mathematics. I would imagine that meteorologists would have to have quite a good round knowledge of mathematics and the storm chaser dudes would also need to be able to solve mathematical equations. So...maybe I should try and find things that deal with mathematics and take beginner classes that deal with that subject matter to figure out what I want to do with my life.
You see, this also ties into my career choice. I was originally going to be a Sign Language Interpreter, but there are so few colleges that have the major and I would have to basically move to the area. Then I wanted to become a journalist, I still sort of do. We will see how that goes. However, in reality I could do almost anything that I want to do. I have the intelligence but I don't have the will to do some things. Like chemistry, I would not be a good chemist because let's just say high school chemistry was not fun. I could be an astronomer or a mathematician, or a meteorologist, or something.
I just feel that time is slipping away from me and before I know it I'll be flipping burgers because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do in life. Well, that's not going to happen to me. I'm going to do my best and keep up with these blogs, I've also subscribed to the Astronomy Cast and their podcasts seem quite informative. I'm going to learn what I can and figure out as best as I can what interests me and what doesn't.
Well, I don't have much else to say. I'll most likely be posting a Horror Story later on today. Until then dear readers.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Horror Stories: Delusions of a Mad Man
These are the written words of a certain man. His name is Oswald Abrams. Abrams was a lawyer whose job could just not get any better...until things got worse.
August 11, 2011 Entry 100
Well journal, this is my 100th entry. The Doc says I've been doing well and might not need you anymore. Things are finally looking up. I've got a girl, a great job, and good friends.
I've been put on a murder case, my first one since...well you know. I think I've finally recovered enough to be able to handle things like this again and Doc Brown agrees with me. I'm very eager to take on this case and probably a bit nervous as well. Doc says that's normal though and to not worry myself too much. Tomorrow I go in to get more details about the case. All I know so far is that the guy's name is "Miller", Warren Miller to be exact.
Well, I better sign off here. Dinner is ready and Felicia, that gal, never likes to be kept waiting.
-O. Abrams
August 12, 2011 Entry 101
Hey journal, get this. This guy that I'll be prosecuting claims to be some sort of "Dark Priest". Ha! People these days, oh boy. This one'll be good.
I also talked to the Doc again today, he says I should throttle back on these journal entries to only once a week. It'll...kinda feel like some thing is missing but I can handle it. Nothing else to report journal other than the fact that I'm starting to feel happier these days.
August 19, 2011 Entry 102
I've decided to do these weekly entries on friday, just so I can get all of my thoughts from the work week out on paper.
Well this was one hell of a week. Felicia wants to move in. I'm a bit on edge about that, nervous really nervous. I haven't lived with a woman since...well since Margaret and I were last together...I don't know if I'd be able to cope after...well after that. But anyways....
Oh and that Dark Priest guy, what a wise guy. So I go and talk to him and his lawyer sheesh. Typical lawyer. "Don't say this, don't say that" type of deal to his client. Oh but Mister Nasty Priest had plenty to say, just nothing that would put him in jail. Said if I continued on this case he would "have the undead come after me". Oh he sure has me shakin in my boots. Yeah right. I'm sure his lawyer is going to try and go after some insanity plea of sorts.
Oh that's right, I didn't mention exactly what the nutjob did. He murdered three gals, three! Just for some sort of "hoodoo voodoo" ritual of sorts. Geeze.
Mm, somethin smells GOOD! That would be Felicia's cookin.
August 19, 2011 Entry 103
I talked to the Doc this week about Felicia moving in. Ol' Doc Brown suggested that we wait until after Christmas so he can have time to assess my condition better just to make sure I'm really am on the road to recovery.
So something weird happened on Wednesday. I was just walking along on the street and some weird looking guy just passes on by me. His face was a bit old looking, sort of deformed. When he passed he had the stench of dead bodies on him. Yikes, wouldn't want to be on his bad side.
Oh! and if this case goes well then I might get a promotion and a big raise. Here's to hopin!
August 26, 2011 Entry 104
Man, I don't know if this is some sort of fad or something but people are walking around lookin...pale and just a bit unseemly-like. Kinda like they're dressin up for Halloween early. It's not just kids though, it's the adults too. Well, I've got enough things to worry about. Felicia is wantin to move in before the Holidays for God knows what reason. I told her that the Doc said it was better to wait but she wouldn't listen, she said that she couldn't wait. Women, typical of em to want to get into your life so quick. I can't blame her though, I want her to move in sooner too, but I gotta do as the Doc says.
And this case, boy these murders were gruesome. Knife placed in the middle of the chest, arms removed, eyes taken out and put into a stew. Yuck. That would ruin my appetite if it weren't for that roast Felicia made. She wasn't able to come over this week due to her parents being in town for the weekend. Met the two, couple of oddballs if you ask me.
September 2, 2011 Entry 105
I...I...keep seeing these weird people walking about. The same ones I saw last week...only some of them looked like their insides were falling out. Nah, must have been some sort of prank...but there was one. One I just couldn't get over. His eye was falling out, brain partially showing. But that can't have been real? could it have? I scheduled an appointment with the Doc later on next week. Maybe he can help me out with this.
September 9, 2011 Entry 106
I just got back from my appointment with the Doc. He thinks that I've just been under too much stress from the case lately and gave me some pills to help me relax. I have been working pretty hard. But every time I see that priest guy he just looks at me and laughs. He laughs!
Hopefully these pills will work cuz I've been seein more and more of them odd people. Every time I look their bodies just seem to be less intact and more...butchered.
I'm not even sure I can eat Felicia's cooking tonight.
September 16, 2011 Entry 107
Everywhere...they're just everywhere...I can't escape them, these damn pills don't work no matter how many I take. Blood...guts...gore...the works. Even some of my co-workers are starting to look...undead. Maybe the priest did put a curse on me? Felicia is starting to get worried. She didn't come over this weekend...said she had the flu but I know why. I scared her earlier this week when we were out and about. This guy just came up and wanted some money...but he was one of em. Those zombies. I told him to back off and threatened him with my gun. Felicia was crying the whole way home...poor gal. I apologized profusely but I just don't know how she couldn't see his face. She claimed he was just a man...wanting some change for the phone booth. But she didn't see what I saw. I've got to make sure that these things don't get her.
I go to see the Doc a couple weeks from now. He's been a bit busy, and I'm about to get busy myself. I'll probably skip a week of the journals.
September 30, 2011 Entry 108
I...I think i'm going insane again. No, no no no no no no. I can't. These things just keep popping up everywhere. They don't attack, they just taunt me. Licking their lips, staring at me, like they want a bite of me! I can't stand it. I went to see the Doc...and he was looking a bit pale. I couldn't concentrate the whole session and the Doc seems to be worried. But...he's looking at me too. That same way with those same eyes as the rest of them. Maybe...maybe it's all in my head. I don't know. The Doc is my only hope right now.
Felicia came around this weekend...she's making some meatloaf. Maybe I just need this weekend with her and all will be well.
October 7, 2011 Entry 109
I...went to see the Doc earlier this week. He's changed. I can't, I just can't go back and see him. He's after me too...like the rest of them. The only safe place is my house. I've called work and told them I can't take this case, I just can't. Everyone's starting to worry about me. Felicia, the Doc, my boss...what'll I do?
I'll just stay in my house...and Felicia...Felicia....you're starting to change too...
October 14, 2011 Entry 111
I can't have Felicia over here anymore. Just the site of her strikes fear into my heart. I can't tell her that she looks...like the dead. I know she's tricking me though. I know it I know it I know it. She's one of them, she has been all along. I've just now begun to be able to see them for what they are. Nowhere is safe...doc has been calling but I can't talk to him. No, I can't. Must be someway to stay safe...there's only one good defense...and that's a good offense....
October 15, 2011 Entry 112
(There is blood splatter all over the document)
Felicia...I had to kill you, you were too close to me. You deserved a good death and not living like one of those monsters even though you were fooling me these past few weeks.. I've gotta run though...they're everywhere. They'll be after me. I can't...I can't stay here.
October 21, 2011 Coroners Office
Police Chief: This is who you saw? The one who killed Felicia Stillman?
Bystander: Yes, a real lunatic too. He ran like a bat out of hell out of Miss Stillman's house screaming about zombies! Oh, poor soul.
Police Chief: Well yes, at least he can't do any harm to anyone else know. I wonder what got him in the end. You can leave now Ma'am.
Bystander: Thank you Officer.
An inspector and coroner walk in after the woman exits.
Police Chief: Hello Inspector, Coroner.
Both nod as they are addressed by the Chief.
Police Chief: So what do you have for me Coroner?
Coroner: Well, it seems that he was killed by 14 stab wounds to his chest. They seem to be self inflicted.
Police Chief: I see...and what else was found with him inspector?
Inspector: Just a mirror Sir. There was no suicide note, no nothing. However, we did find his journal at his home Sir.
Police Chief: And?
Inspector: Well, in the recent weeks before he killed Miss Stillman, Mr. Abrams talks about the "undead" coming after him. His writings become more, insane shall we say, in the few weeks leading up to Miss Stillman's murder. Mr. Abrams even says that Miss Stillman is changing and turning into the undead.
Police Chief: Interesting. That's even worse than the Dark Priest case we wrapped up.
Inspector: That's odd you should say that, Mr. Abrams was the lawyer prosecuting said dark priest.
Police Chief: Well isn't that a coincidence.
Inspector: He also jokes about the dark priest placing a "curse" on him of sorts.
Police Chief: Hmm...I think there's more to this than we realize. Maybe Miss Stillman was just one last hurrah for that sick bastard and Abrams was in cahoots with him. Come along inspector, let's get out of here.
The two walk out and the coroner places Mr. Abrams body back in it's case.
What did you think of this tale of mine dear readers? Was it really a hex that was plaguing Mr. Abrams, or was he really going back to the world of insanity? What of the dark priest? Well...he vanished from the prison where he was being held. The ritualistic murders of women are still happening on those streets and insanity can be quite contagious for those who dare try to stop them.
Please feel free to comment constructive criticism. Destructive criticism and the trolls will be EXTERMINATED. ;)
August 11, 2011 Entry 100
Well journal, this is my 100th entry. The Doc says I've been doing well and might not need you anymore. Things are finally looking up. I've got a girl, a great job, and good friends.
I've been put on a murder case, my first one since...well you know. I think I've finally recovered enough to be able to handle things like this again and Doc Brown agrees with me. I'm very eager to take on this case and probably a bit nervous as well. Doc says that's normal though and to not worry myself too much. Tomorrow I go in to get more details about the case. All I know so far is that the guy's name is "Miller", Warren Miller to be exact.
Well, I better sign off here. Dinner is ready and Felicia, that gal, never likes to be kept waiting.
-O. Abrams
August 12, 2011 Entry 101
Hey journal, get this. This guy that I'll be prosecuting claims to be some sort of "Dark Priest". Ha! People these days, oh boy. This one'll be good.
I also talked to the Doc again today, he says I should throttle back on these journal entries to only once a week. It'll...kinda feel like some thing is missing but I can handle it. Nothing else to report journal other than the fact that I'm starting to feel happier these days.
August 19, 2011 Entry 102
I've decided to do these weekly entries on friday, just so I can get all of my thoughts from the work week out on paper.
Well this was one hell of a week. Felicia wants to move in. I'm a bit on edge about that, nervous really nervous. I haven't lived with a woman since...well since Margaret and I were last together...I don't know if I'd be able to cope after...well after that. But anyways....
Oh and that Dark Priest guy, what a wise guy. So I go and talk to him and his lawyer sheesh. Typical lawyer. "Don't say this, don't say that" type of deal to his client. Oh but Mister Nasty Priest had plenty to say, just nothing that would put him in jail. Said if I continued on this case he would "have the undead come after me". Oh he sure has me shakin in my boots. Yeah right. I'm sure his lawyer is going to try and go after some insanity plea of sorts.
Oh that's right, I didn't mention exactly what the nutjob did. He murdered three gals, three! Just for some sort of "hoodoo voodoo" ritual of sorts. Geeze.
Mm, somethin smells GOOD! That would be Felicia's cookin.
August 19, 2011 Entry 103
I talked to the Doc this week about Felicia moving in. Ol' Doc Brown suggested that we wait until after Christmas so he can have time to assess my condition better just to make sure I'm really am on the road to recovery.
So something weird happened on Wednesday. I was just walking along on the street and some weird looking guy just passes on by me. His face was a bit old looking, sort of deformed. When he passed he had the stench of dead bodies on him. Yikes, wouldn't want to be on his bad side.
Oh! and if this case goes well then I might get a promotion and a big raise. Here's to hopin!
August 26, 2011 Entry 104
Man, I don't know if this is some sort of fad or something but people are walking around lookin...pale and just a bit unseemly-like. Kinda like they're dressin up for Halloween early. It's not just kids though, it's the adults too. Well, I've got enough things to worry about. Felicia is wantin to move in before the Holidays for God knows what reason. I told her that the Doc said it was better to wait but she wouldn't listen, she said that she couldn't wait. Women, typical of em to want to get into your life so quick. I can't blame her though, I want her to move in sooner too, but I gotta do as the Doc says.
And this case, boy these murders were gruesome. Knife placed in the middle of the chest, arms removed, eyes taken out and put into a stew. Yuck. That would ruin my appetite if it weren't for that roast Felicia made. She wasn't able to come over this week due to her parents being in town for the weekend. Met the two, couple of oddballs if you ask me.
September 2, 2011 Entry 105
I...I...keep seeing these weird people walking about. The same ones I saw last week...only some of them looked like their insides were falling out. Nah, must have been some sort of prank...but there was one. One I just couldn't get over. His eye was falling out, brain partially showing. But that can't have been real? could it have? I scheduled an appointment with the Doc later on next week. Maybe he can help me out with this.
September 9, 2011 Entry 106
I just got back from my appointment with the Doc. He thinks that I've just been under too much stress from the case lately and gave me some pills to help me relax. I have been working pretty hard. But every time I see that priest guy he just looks at me and laughs. He laughs!
Hopefully these pills will work cuz I've been seein more and more of them odd people. Every time I look their bodies just seem to be less intact and more...butchered.
I'm not even sure I can eat Felicia's cooking tonight.
September 16, 2011 Entry 107
Everywhere...they're just everywhere...I can't escape them, these damn pills don't work no matter how many I take. Blood...guts...gore...the works. Even some of my co-workers are starting to look...undead. Maybe the priest did put a curse on me? Felicia is starting to get worried. She didn't come over this weekend...said she had the flu but I know why. I scared her earlier this week when we were out and about. This guy just came up and wanted some money...but he was one of em. Those zombies. I told him to back off and threatened him with my gun. Felicia was crying the whole way home...poor gal. I apologized profusely but I just don't know how she couldn't see his face. She claimed he was just a man...wanting some change for the phone booth. But she didn't see what I saw. I've got to make sure that these things don't get her.
I go to see the Doc a couple weeks from now. He's been a bit busy, and I'm about to get busy myself. I'll probably skip a week of the journals.
September 30, 2011 Entry 108
I...I think i'm going insane again. No, no no no no no no. I can't. These things just keep popping up everywhere. They don't attack, they just taunt me. Licking their lips, staring at me, like they want a bite of me! I can't stand it. I went to see the Doc...and he was looking a bit pale. I couldn't concentrate the whole session and the Doc seems to be worried. But...he's looking at me too. That same way with those same eyes as the rest of them. Maybe...maybe it's all in my head. I don't know. The Doc is my only hope right now.
Felicia came around this weekend...she's making some meatloaf. Maybe I just need this weekend with her and all will be well.
October 7, 2011 Entry 109
I...went to see the Doc earlier this week. He's changed. I can't, I just can't go back and see him. He's after me too...like the rest of them. The only safe place is my house. I've called work and told them I can't take this case, I just can't. Everyone's starting to worry about me. Felicia, the Doc, my boss...what'll I do?
I'll just stay in my house...and Felicia...Felicia....you're starting to change too...
October 14, 2011 Entry 111
I can't have Felicia over here anymore. Just the site of her strikes fear into my heart. I can't tell her that she looks...like the dead. I know she's tricking me though. I know it I know it I know it. She's one of them, she has been all along. I've just now begun to be able to see them for what they are. Nowhere is safe...doc has been calling but I can't talk to him. No, I can't. Must be someway to stay safe...there's only one good defense...and that's a good offense....
October 15, 2011 Entry 112
(There is blood splatter all over the document)
Felicia...I had to kill you, you were too close to me. You deserved a good death and not living like one of those monsters even though you were fooling me these past few weeks.. I've gotta run though...they're everywhere. They'll be after me. I can't...I can't stay here.
October 21, 2011 Coroners Office
Police Chief: This is who you saw? The one who killed Felicia Stillman?
Bystander: Yes, a real lunatic too. He ran like a bat out of hell out of Miss Stillman's house screaming about zombies! Oh, poor soul.
Police Chief: Well yes, at least he can't do any harm to anyone else know. I wonder what got him in the end. You can leave now Ma'am.
Bystander: Thank you Officer.
An inspector and coroner walk in after the woman exits.
Police Chief: Hello Inspector, Coroner.
Both nod as they are addressed by the Chief.
Police Chief: So what do you have for me Coroner?
Coroner: Well, it seems that he was killed by 14 stab wounds to his chest. They seem to be self inflicted.
Police Chief: I see...and what else was found with him inspector?
Inspector: Just a mirror Sir. There was no suicide note, no nothing. However, we did find his journal at his home Sir.
Police Chief: And?
Inspector: Well, in the recent weeks before he killed Miss Stillman, Mr. Abrams talks about the "undead" coming after him. His writings become more, insane shall we say, in the few weeks leading up to Miss Stillman's murder. Mr. Abrams even says that Miss Stillman is changing and turning into the undead.
Police Chief: Interesting. That's even worse than the Dark Priest case we wrapped up.
Inspector: That's odd you should say that, Mr. Abrams was the lawyer prosecuting said dark priest.
Police Chief: Well isn't that a coincidence.
Inspector: He also jokes about the dark priest placing a "curse" on him of sorts.
Police Chief: Hmm...I think there's more to this than we realize. Maybe Miss Stillman was just one last hurrah for that sick bastard and Abrams was in cahoots with him. Come along inspector, let's get out of here.
The two walk out and the coroner places Mr. Abrams body back in it's case.
What did you think of this tale of mine dear readers? Was it really a hex that was plaguing Mr. Abrams, or was he really going back to the world of insanity? What of the dark priest? Well...he vanished from the prison where he was being held. The ritualistic murders of women are still happening on those streets and insanity can be quite contagious for those who dare try to stop them.
Please feel free to comment constructive criticism. Destructive criticism and the trolls will be EXTERMINATED. ;)
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Horror Stories: A Dalek's Worst Nightmare
Along with twitter and the #twitterchillers I'll be "trying" (keyword there) to post short horror stories on here as well all throughout the month of October. Please feel free to leave your opinions in the comment section but make sure they are constructive, I'll even take "that was great!". However, destructive comments and trolls will be exterminated by Dalek and Co. Thank you.
A Dalek's Worst Nightmare
I thought I would do something regarding last night's episode of Doctor Who. Here we delve past the hatred of a Dalek and find out it's most deepest, darkest fears. This is a parody and mostly non-canonical, so don't be offended if something doesn't fit well with the series.
Space, that was all that our antagonistic protagonist could see in the viewing screen of it's ship. Sound, it could hear none but the low humming of the ship. The it, the Dalek we shall call Bob, doing it is whatever Daleks do when flying a star ship towards it's destination. All was running smoothly and according to plan. This crew of tin canned monstrosities were on their way to an undisclosed location, most likely to exterminate as Daleks do love to do as such. Nothing could stop them, short of a freak accident...Oh but how little did our Bob know that he would be frightened to death today. The Devil was about and ready to play his sinister Halloween tricks.
Bob needed to hover on down a corridor to check on some sort of gobbledegook device that had decided to malfunction on them. It wasn't all too necessary to the ship's functions but important enough to need checking out. So bob floated along, thinking about what had happened earlier today. This made Bob angry, Bob was always angry but that is besides the point. The thought of the "scare" this morning just made Bob's figurative blood boil. Bob shouldn't blame himself though, that sound would make any Dalek quiver inside their protective armor. Bob thought that it was nonsense to concentrate on something else besides the deed at hand so he changed his train of thought and decided to think about how best to exterminate a life form. Bob happily, rather as happy as a Dalek can, hovered down to the bowels of the ship where the problem was located. Through some shafts and down some halls he traveled, and was about to turn down the corridor as he heard that demonic sound.
Bob heard the sound of a cycling wheezing-groaning noise...that same noise that struck the tremor of terror into him earlier that day. His squid form shook a little, but Bob brushed off the fear and decided that the noise was just his own imagination. After all, there were a lot of clangings, whirrings, and such going on around the ship and this noise was so faint that he could barely hear it. Bob figured it was too much stress from combat and so decided that after this mission he would take an excursion to some volcanic moon with the wife.
The corridor passed by quite quickly and Bob finally came to the room where the trouble was happening. The Dalek started scanning for the source of the problem and no sooner than that had he found the problem. There was a small bit of wiring, still inside a metal pipe that seemed to have been cut some how. Bob investigated further to find that the wire had been vibrated at a high intensity so as to break it. This unnerved the Dalek as not very many things in the universe would cut a wire that way. Bob contacted the bridge and alerted them of his suspicions but they told him that it was impossible, he would not dare enter one of their well guarded ships. The bridge broke off communication and Bob started the task of fixing the wire.
If the commander says that it's impossible then it must be. Bob thought to himself, but he knew deep inside that anything was possible when it came to him.
Bob worked at a steady but quick pace. He really didn't like being alone down here, he just had this feeling that something was going too...foot steps. Bob heard foot steps walking down the corridor that he had just came from not just ten minutes ago.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF" Bob shouted in the normal Dalek manner as he moved towards the entrance to the corridor. Bob looked out and then took a glance both ways, left and right, but saw nothing there. He did notice that the lights were flickering.
I'm jumping at shadows. Bob thought to himself and he went back to repairing the wire. A bit of zapping, connecting the wires, and Bob's task was finally finished.. Bob contacted the bridge and reported that he had repaired the problem and was heading back. The bridge acknowledged and Bob was soon on his way. As Bob was hovering down the corridor it seemed to him that the lights were more dim and longer than they used to be. Bob shook off the notion and was really wishing he could go on that vacation right now.
At least the lights are still on. Bob thought to himself. Then, the lights went completely out as Bob heard the second most terrifying and horrific sound a Dalek could come across. The whirring of what sounded like a sonic screwdriver.
"WHO IS THERE? RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!" Bob shouted into the pitch black, but no response came. Then, the sound came again, only it was closer. This time the lights came back on still a bit more dim than the last time though. The Dalek's vascular system was racing, he really wished the lights would stay on this time.
Bob started to move a bit faster so he could reach the bridge where there was safety in numbers...or so Bob hoped. Just keep moving, just keeping moving. He won't be a match for all of us at once. The Dalek kept repeating this so as to reassure himself. Bob had never been so frightened in his life. The lights flickered as the whirring noise sounded off again and Bob sped up, the sound of the sonic screwdriver coming closer and closer. Was Bob getting closer to the terror or was the Devil himself right on his heels? The whirring noise just kept driving deep in to the Dalek's cold heart as he sped up even more. Lights were going out behind him and Bob did his best to outrun them. Then it hit him, quite literally. Bob clanked against something metal, but there shouldn't have been anything in his way...Bob the Dalek looked down to see the deactivated shell of a Dalek on it's side, head taken off and memory core exposed. Bob hurriedly exterminated the fallen abomination and sped up his pace; the whirring sound was still hot on his trail. Then suddenly it stopped, and if Bob were human he would have heaved a sigh of relief. However Bob knew that the trouble had not passed, he was still in grave danger.
After a ten minute journey up shafts and down halls Bob finally came upon the familiar sights of the doors to the bridge. The doors opened and Bob entered but looked around to see that no one was around. Bob floated across the room...and to his terror he spotted one of the most horrifying objects in existence to the Daleks...a blue box belonging to none other than...
"Hello" the voice came from behind Bob. The Dalek quickly turned around but the lights suddenly went out. No matter, Bob thought to himself, he could still see in the dark. However the man who had spoken before was nowhere in sight."I bet you're wondering where I am." said the voice
"YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED" Bob whirled around again but saw nothing.
"Oh silly Dalek, did you think you could get away with all that mass murdering and destruction in such a far away galaxy?" The man took a dramatic pause and continued "I'm here to stop you..." Bob heard the whirring noise behind him and quickly turned around to face the Devil himself "I'm the Doctor, that's what I do." Those were the last words that Bob heard. His display went dead and he kept screaming for help but no one came. Bob was left alone in the dark, shaking and fearing his death. Then that horrible sound started up again, that cycling wheezing-groaning noise Bob so wanted to go away. It finally did after a few seconds, and Bob was relieved for the moment. He would come back to the reality of his loneliness. Bob would stay here till the end of his days, cold and alone in the dark shell of his now useless tin can.
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A Dalek's Worst Nightmare
I thought I would do something regarding last night's episode of Doctor Who. Here we delve past the hatred of a Dalek and find out it's most deepest, darkest fears. This is a parody and mostly non-canonical, so don't be offended if something doesn't fit well with the series.
Space, that was all that our antagonistic protagonist could see in the viewing screen of it's ship. Sound, it could hear none but the low humming of the ship. The it, the Dalek we shall call Bob, doing it is whatever Daleks do when flying a star ship towards it's destination. All was running smoothly and according to plan. This crew of tin canned monstrosities were on their way to an undisclosed location, most likely to exterminate as Daleks do love to do as such. Nothing could stop them, short of a freak accident...Oh but how little did our Bob know that he would be frightened to death today. The Devil was about and ready to play his sinister Halloween tricks.
Bob needed to hover on down a corridor to check on some sort of gobbledegook device that had decided to malfunction on them. It wasn't all too necessary to the ship's functions but important enough to need checking out. So bob floated along, thinking about what had happened earlier today. This made Bob angry, Bob was always angry but that is besides the point. The thought of the "scare" this morning just made Bob's figurative blood boil. Bob shouldn't blame himself though, that sound would make any Dalek quiver inside their protective armor. Bob thought that it was nonsense to concentrate on something else besides the deed at hand so he changed his train of thought and decided to think about how best to exterminate a life form. Bob happily, rather as happy as a Dalek can, hovered down to the bowels of the ship where the problem was located. Through some shafts and down some halls he traveled, and was about to turn down the corridor as he heard that demonic sound.
Bob heard the sound of a cycling wheezing-groaning noise...that same noise that struck the tremor of terror into him earlier that day. His squid form shook a little, but Bob brushed off the fear and decided that the noise was just his own imagination. After all, there were a lot of clangings, whirrings, and such going on around the ship and this noise was so faint that he could barely hear it. Bob figured it was too much stress from combat and so decided that after this mission he would take an excursion to some volcanic moon with the wife.
The corridor passed by quite quickly and Bob finally came to the room where the trouble was happening. The Dalek started scanning for the source of the problem and no sooner than that had he found the problem. There was a small bit of wiring, still inside a metal pipe that seemed to have been cut some how. Bob investigated further to find that the wire had been vibrated at a high intensity so as to break it. This unnerved the Dalek as not very many things in the universe would cut a wire that way. Bob contacted the bridge and alerted them of his suspicions but they told him that it was impossible, he would not dare enter one of their well guarded ships. The bridge broke off communication and Bob started the task of fixing the wire.
If the commander says that it's impossible then it must be. Bob thought to himself, but he knew deep inside that anything was possible when it came to him.
Bob worked at a steady but quick pace. He really didn't like being alone down here, he just had this feeling that something was going too...foot steps. Bob heard foot steps walking down the corridor that he had just came from not just ten minutes ago.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF" Bob shouted in the normal Dalek manner as he moved towards the entrance to the corridor. Bob looked out and then took a glance both ways, left and right, but saw nothing there. He did notice that the lights were flickering.
I'm jumping at shadows. Bob thought to himself and he went back to repairing the wire. A bit of zapping, connecting the wires, and Bob's task was finally finished.. Bob contacted the bridge and reported that he had repaired the problem and was heading back. The bridge acknowledged and Bob was soon on his way. As Bob was hovering down the corridor it seemed to him that the lights were more dim and longer than they used to be. Bob shook off the notion and was really wishing he could go on that vacation right now.
At least the lights are still on. Bob thought to himself. Then, the lights went completely out as Bob heard the second most terrifying and horrific sound a Dalek could come across. The whirring of what sounded like a sonic screwdriver.
"WHO IS THERE? RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!" Bob shouted into the pitch black, but no response came. Then, the sound came again, only it was closer. This time the lights came back on still a bit more dim than the last time though. The Dalek's vascular system was racing, he really wished the lights would stay on this time.
Bob started to move a bit faster so he could reach the bridge where there was safety in numbers...or so Bob hoped. Just keep moving, just keeping moving. He won't be a match for all of us at once. The Dalek kept repeating this so as to reassure himself. Bob had never been so frightened in his life. The lights flickered as the whirring noise sounded off again and Bob sped up, the sound of the sonic screwdriver coming closer and closer. Was Bob getting closer to the terror or was the Devil himself right on his heels? The whirring noise just kept driving deep in to the Dalek's cold heart as he sped up even more. Lights were going out behind him and Bob did his best to outrun them. Then it hit him, quite literally. Bob clanked against something metal, but there shouldn't have been anything in his way...Bob the Dalek looked down to see the deactivated shell of a Dalek on it's side, head taken off and memory core exposed. Bob hurriedly exterminated the fallen abomination and sped up his pace; the whirring sound was still hot on his trail. Then suddenly it stopped, and if Bob were human he would have heaved a sigh of relief. However Bob knew that the trouble had not passed, he was still in grave danger.
After a ten minute journey up shafts and down halls Bob finally came upon the familiar sights of the doors to the bridge. The doors opened and Bob entered but looked around to see that no one was around. Bob floated across the room...and to his terror he spotted one of the most horrifying objects in existence to the Daleks...a blue box belonging to none other than...
"Hello" the voice came from behind Bob. The Dalek quickly turned around but the lights suddenly went out. No matter, Bob thought to himself, he could still see in the dark. However the man who had spoken before was nowhere in sight."I bet you're wondering where I am." said the voice
"YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED" Bob whirled around again but saw nothing.
"Oh silly Dalek, did you think you could get away with all that mass murdering and destruction in such a far away galaxy?" The man took a dramatic pause and continued "I'm here to stop you..." Bob heard the whirring noise behind him and quickly turned around to face the Devil himself "I'm the Doctor, that's what I do." Those were the last words that Bob heard. His display went dead and he kept screaming for help but no one came. Bob was left alone in the dark, shaking and fearing his death. Then that horrible sound started up again, that cycling wheezing-groaning noise Bob so wanted to go away. It finally did after a few seconds, and Bob was relieved for the moment. He would come back to the reality of his loneliness. Bob would stay here till the end of his days, cold and alone in the dark shell of his now useless tin can.
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