Oct 21, 2010
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 24, 2010
5 años hoy...
Cinco años ya de que Zafir partió. Aquí recién llegado a la casa en 1992..
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| Always, always remembered |
Aug 20, 2010
Bloqueos Laborales
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| Los bloqueos llegan hasta la oficina. |
De perdido en paranoicos pero con una sonrisa.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 6, 2010
65 Años Después [Parte 1]
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| La nube en forma de hongo sobre Hiroshima |
El 6 de agosto de 1945, Hiroshima fue "perdonada" de un bombardeo tradicional y fue el objetivo de un nuevo tipo de arma experimental, cuyos efectos sobre una ciudad intacta pudieran ser observados y estudiados. Con el sobrenombre de Little Boy (Niño Pequeño), esta bomba era diferente a todas las antes vistas en cualquier guerra.
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| Little Boy |
Little Boy fue liberado del Enola Gay a una altura de 9,400 metros y detonó a sólo 580 metros sobre Hiroshima aproximadante a las 8:15 horas. La explosión que resultó fue comparable a 15,000 toneladas de TNT (15 kilotones). Una luz brillante, un pequeño sol de poco menos de 400 metros de diámetro que ardió a casi 4,000 °C a sólo 600 metros sobre el centro de Hiroshima. Cerca de la zona cero, todo lo inflamable ardió instantáneamente, el acero y el vidrio se fundieron y cientos de personas simplemente se vaporizaron literalmente.
La explosión creó una onda de choque que viajó con una velocidad mayor a la del sonido. Similar al estruendo de un relámpago y una sobrepresión de 5 psi (libras sobre pulgada cuadrada), tuvo un alcance de 2 kilómetros de diámetro donde provocó daños estructurales y fuego en los edificios de Hiroshima.
Cerca de 70,000 personas murieron a causa de la explosión de la bomba y la radiación subsecuente.
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| Hiroshima, antes de Little Boy |
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| Hiroshima, después de Little Boy |
Aug 4, 2010
Mexicana en quiebra?
Con temor a publicar alguna mentira o dato no corroborado, comunico que la siguiente redacción me la hizo llegar un conocido que espero desmientan trabajadores de Mexicana de Aviación.Tras las noticias de crisis económica que está viviendo Mexicana, han surgido comentarios y rumores de lo que realmente está pasando y este definitivamente es uno que corre por las venas de Mexicana y, de ser cierto, tiene que salir a la luz.
MEXICANA DE AVIACION MIENTE
Esta es la verdadera situación:
Mexicana de Aviación se queja de estar en crisis financiera, dice que por sus deudas con las arrendadoras de aviones y el gasto laboral de sus empleados está al borde de la quiebra. ESTO ES MENTIRA. Los pilotos y sobrecargos no aceptamos que la aerolínea diga estar en crisis debido a sus trabajadores. El fondo del problema tiene que ver con una pésima administración. Mexicana cumplió 89 años de vida y a Gastón Azcárraga sólo le tomó 4 años ponerla al borde de la quiebra.
En Diciembre del 2005 el IPAB (fondos del pueblo mexicano) le vendió a Gastón Azcárraga Mexicana de Aviación en 165 millones de dólares. En Octubre del 2006, los pilotos aceptamos reducciones y modificaciones en nuestro contrato colectivo de trabajo que le han ahorrado a la empresa 200 millones de dólares, ¡35 millones más de lo que le costó! A cambio de ceder algunas de nuestras prestaciones y reducción de salario prometieron incrementar en 30 aviones la flota de la empresa, pero sólo trajeron 5 y en vez de hacer crecer a Mexicana, crearon dos empresas de "bajo costo". Se comprometió a invertir en la aerolinea, pero nunca lo hizo, más bien la desmanteló.
Hace una semana, Mexicana exigió reducir 70% de nuestro sueldo y modificar el contrato, lo cual nos impediría asegurar que se respeten las normas internacionales que garantizan el buen desempeño de nuestra
labor, ahora la empresa amenaza con la quiebra y creemos que la seguridad de ustedes no tiene precio, es demasiado valiosa y es por ello que les pedimos su apoyo para evitar que quiebren a la aerolínea más antigua de México.
Los pilotos no permitiremos que desmantelen y/o quiebren a Mexicana de Aviación, que dejen en el desamparo a miles de trabajadores y no permitiremos que se atente contra la seguridad de nuestros pasajeros.
ASPA (Asociación Sindical de Pilotos Aviadores) ES PARTE DE LA SOLUCIÓN, NO DEL PROBLEMA!!!
- Los sueldos de los pilotos de Mexicana son menores en un 12% al promedio de lo que ganan pilotos internacionales.
- Los pilotos aviadores agrupados en Aspa somos una GARANTÍA DE SEGURIDAD, ya que nuestro contrato nos permite velar porque se mantengan los más altos estándares de calidad y nuestros vuelos sean seguros.
- Nuestros contratos colectivos no son impedimentos para ser eficientes.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 19, 2010
The Hire BMW Films
BMW produced a eight short film featuring the Driver (Clive Owen). The Driver would be hired to drive important people from A to B safely, usually showing off the performance of rented BMW vehicles.
These films were produced in 2004 for the Internet and were directed by renowned directors such as Guy Ritchie, Ang Lee, Alenjandro González Iñarritu and enjoyed a huge success.
These films were produced in 2004 for the Internet and were directed by renowned directors such as Guy Ritchie, Ang Lee, Alenjandro González Iñarritu and enjoyed a huge success.
- Season 1
- Ambush
- Chosen
- The Follow
- Star
- Powder Keg
- Season 2
- Hostage
- Ticker
- Beat The Devil
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 15, 2010
According to BP, the oil flow has been stopped
Today, the lates attemp to stop the oil flow has been succesful according by British Petroleum.
Let's hope everything goes as planned.
Engineers got to work after replacing a leaky pipe. Kent Wells, a BP PLC vice president, said at a news briefing in Houston that the leak was found on the side of the towering, 75-ton capping stack and it was fixed by replacing the assembly, called a "choke line."
The work sent the oil giant back to restarting preparations for testing whether the cap can stop the oil without blowing a new leak in the well. If it works, the cap will be a temporary fix until BP can drill into the gusher to plug it for good from underground, where the seal will hold better.
"If the well is leaking, then they have to open the valves again and they have to let the oil out again," Harris told NPR's Robert Siegel. "But if it's not, they can just leave these valves closed and this is the end of the spill essentially for right now."They claim this is only the beginning of the end to the catastrophy. Check it out for yourself, here's a link to 12 bots working underwater.
Let's hope everything goes as planned.
© BP p.l.c.
Jul 12, 2010
Pink Trooper
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 8, 2010
A Simpler Look
Jul 5, 2010
The Egg
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Jun 30, 2010
Numerology and the World Cup
Brazil was the Champion in 1994, before that, they were the winners in 1970.1970 + 1994 = 3964
Argentina was the champion in 1978, after that they won the World Cup again in 1986.
1978 + 1986 = 3964
Germany was the winner in 1990 and in 1974.
1990 + 1974 = 3964
If the universe is this simple, we can only claim to know the 2010 World Cup Champion:
3964 - 2010 = 1954
Who won the 1954 World Cup?
GERMANY!
ALL BETS ARE OFF!
Jun 23, 2010
The Darkness is Closing In
The Darkness is closing in, getting nearer and covering the vast oceans with a thick black poison that will clog the hearts of all.
This is the status of the oil flow June 19th, 2010. Two months after the Deepwater Horizon explosion all procedures that have been tried have failed. This is what the oilcano has left the surface of the Gulf of Mexico.
Image source: Nasa Earth Observatory
Gulf Spill in context
Gulf Spill higlighted in false color in context
All of the contingency plans that BP has concocted, have utterly failed. There are rumors that involve the detonation of a small yield nuclear bomb to try to collapse and stop the flow from the well. I don't think it such a good idea as a lot of methane gas can be stored in that deposit, and if the yield of the bomb is not calculated right, some bad things could result that would affect us all, dooming us all even before December 21, 2012.
Here are some views of the spill taken May 22nd, almost exactly one month ago.
Jun 16, 2010
Never Gonna Give You Up
A deconstruction of the 80's and what they really meant musically is what succeeded all night long, in the Little Tuesdays. Most, if not all, is remembered through the hazy images of bright neon lights, heavily sprayed hair and the dance of Rick Astley.
I can't really remember many of the musical appearances, much less the order in which they came out but I am trying. Some of them are from the early 90's but what the tuck?
I always denied the eighties but deep down they marked my childhood and thus I remember that epoch with happiness and party motherfucker!!!
I always denied the eighties but deep down they marked my childhood and thus I remember that epoch with happiness and party motherfucker!!!
Did I miss one? Send me the link to an embeddable video!
May 27, 2010
Top Kill procedure might be Successful
BP's procedure to block the flow of oil involves injecting "heavy mud" over the open well. Once the mud kills the flow, BP will then inject cement to cover the leak.
This procedure might be successful after all as initial reports seem to corroborate BP's efforts.
For a time I started thinking this well would never be shut but we might as well wait a little more before we all jump into conclusions.
May 24, 2010
May 22, 2010
What Have We Done?
This is not a spill, Exxo-Valdez was a spill. This is a fucking catastrophe. Exxon-Valdez spilled aproximately 40'900,000 liters. The BP Oil Spill' has not been measured correctly as BP is not allowing external scientist to accurately measure the rate of crude oil flowing from the damaged well.
Initial calculation by BP claimed that the flow was in the order of 160,000 liters PER DAY.
Calculations made by unbiased scientists estimate the flow around 151'416,471 liters PER DAY!
The flow has been going on uninterrupted since April 20, 2010. As of today, one month later, just imagine the damage this catastrophe has been brought upon all the Gulf of Mexico's ecosystems, not to mention the future repercussions this will pose.
As of today, the U.S. government and BP set up a LIVE FEED of the leaking well.
I found a photograph of the spill taken from the ISS (International Space Station) dating just a few days ago, but the picture itself does not show the magnitude of the spill in comparison to a known context. I took the liberty to superimpose the image over a map provided by Google Earth just to have an idea of the magnitude of this man-made gift to mother nature.
Initial calculation by BP claimed that the flow was in the order of 160,000 liters PER DAY.
Calculations made by unbiased scientists estimate the flow around 151'416,471 liters PER DAY!
The flow has been going on uninterrupted since April 20, 2010. As of today, one month later, just imagine the damage this catastrophe has been brought upon all the Gulf of Mexico's ecosystems, not to mention the future repercussions this will pose.
As of today, the U.S. government and BP set up a LIVE FEED of the leaking well.
I found a photograph of the spill taken from the ISS (International Space Station) dating just a few days ago, but the picture itself does not show the magnitude of the spill in comparison to a known context. I took the liberty to superimpose the image over a map provided by Google Earth just to have an idea of the magnitude of this man-made gift to mother nature.
May 21, 2010
UF0002 Collision Course
May 19, 2010
UF0001 Lightning Bolt
A bolt of lightning can reach temperatures around 30,000°C, more than 5 times the temperature of the surface of the Sun.
May 15, 2010
HTDA: The Space in Between
They have released a video with their first EP entitled The Space in Between. Check it out, it surely has the Reznor signature all over it.The EP is scheduled to be released Summer 2010.
UPDATE: Apparently, there is another stand alone song, A Drowning, in Youtube. This is not a video, so don't troll of the image does not change, it's just for auditory experiences. And if you look closely within the video, you may find answers on where to download the mp3.
Gone Vegan - 14-05-10
After five days of eating salads, cutting on meat and tortillas or bread (not to mention sodas). I am now at the forecasted weight of 83.0 Kg. That's a 2 kilo loss.
This is what I did:
This is what I did:
- Breakfast: Either a glass of chocolate milk (skimmed high fiber content milk), a glass with carrot juice
- Lunch: A salad with grilled chicken, Green Tea and crackers
- Dinner: One can of tuna mixed with Light Mayo and Tostadas. Water to drink.
- Throughout the day, aproximately 2 liters of water you must drink.
- Running/Bicycling/walking for one hour at a high pace.
I recommend this podcast for a running training. Very effective, not very difficult but challenging enough to make it NOT BORING.
May 12, 2010
Gone Vegan - 10-05-10
Just a little experiment, I'm going to eat only low fat meat (chicken and tuna), along with skim milk, high content fiber cereals, and salads. I will also be skipping sodas.
As of Monday the 10th of May, 2010 my weight soared around 84.9 KG. Let's see at the end of the week how my weight fares.
As of Monday the 10th of May, 2010 my weight soared around 84.9 KG. Let's see at the end of the week how my weight fares.
May 7, 2010
Golden Nature
I have previously written (poorly) about Phi before, this magic number that have been proclaimed as the beautiful number due to its multiple appearances in all things considered aesthetically pleasant. This golden number (1.61803...) has been found to rule in the shapes of nature's own, from the micro to the macro and this video is just an awesome example of the magnitude, balance and beauty of this golden ratio.
Apr 28, 2010
How to Destroy Angels
There are rumors that Trent Reznor, from Nine Inch Nails, is developing (or already has) a new musical project along with his wife Mariqueen Maandig, who bears a striking resemblance to the woman in the picture. The music clip below has all the characteristics of something Reznor would do. How to Destroy Angels is a project one must keep an eye on. It would be great if this project really turns out to be Reznor's doing.
Apr 26, 2010
The Third and the Seven
Videomaking is all in the way a camera captures that angle when all the surroundings are in perfect sync with the light, the colors, reflections and sometimes floating pieces of unreal beauty.
This short film represents the beauty of architecture through the eyes of Alex Roman. In the first moments of the video, you will not believe the photography skills this guy possess. Later, you will not believe what you are seeing.
Pure awesomeness.
This short film represents the beauty of architecture through the eyes of Alex Roman. In the first moments of the video, you will not believe the photography skills this guy possess. Later, you will not believe what you are seeing.
Pure awesomeness.
If you found the latter video amazing along with the color, composition, DoF (depth of field), you will likely revel with this video depicting the compositional breakdown used in "The Third and the Seven"
Apr 23, 2010
Piña pa la Niña
Pineapple is loved not only by a handful of people but throughout the entire globe. This acidic fruit is beloved as a cold treat in hot weather as well as an exotic ingredient in plenty of international cuisines.
The pineapple is a fruit native to hot weather, preferably the tropics where is grown as a crop, elsewhere is grown as an ornamental plant.
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The pineapple is a compound fruit, meaning that the final "product" is the result of multiple fruits melded together and that is the reason of the external look of the fruit. Each tiny fruit composing the pineapple was a violet flower, which blooms only one day and then proceeds to grow into a fruit which then becomes part of a bunch of fruits melding together by growth into a composite one.
Apr 22, 2010
Earth Day 2010
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague. --Smith
It's time we changed our way of living. It's time to realize that each and everyone of us are doing our part to kill our planet. We have the power to change this.
You must be the change you wish to see in the world -- Mahatma GhandiWe must do our part, as little as it may be, it is change. We will not reap the fruits of our sacrifices, we may not live to see what our part did but our children will live in the world we are forging.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. --Native American Proverb
Apr 21, 2010
One does not...
One does not simply fly into Europe. It's arrival gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand tourists could you do this. It is folly. --Your Dad
Persuaded
It’s been two weeks since this whole thing started.
It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.
Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that’s when it all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out.
There was six minutes of broadcast before it went silent. Six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. Six minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us unsee what we saw.
I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t an infection we were afraid of, it was them.
Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet we’d all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didn’t know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn’t make it. Three days later they arrived in my town.
I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.
A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.
I don’t have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, so I could stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears.
I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been two hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.
This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. And then it got worse.
“Why don’t you open the door?”
A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them whispers.
“We’ve come for you.”
“You’ll be happier if you open the door.”
“It’s not so bad…”
The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored. But they don’t get bored and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago…
I don’t know what to do anymore… maybe it won’t be so bad…
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Credited to Chris Stewart
It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.
Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that’s when it all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out.
There was six minutes of broadcast before it went silent. Six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. Six minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us unsee what we saw.
I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t an infection we were afraid of, it was them.
Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet we’d all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didn’t know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn’t make it. Three days later they arrived in my town.
I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.
A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.
I don’t have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, so I could stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears.
I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been two hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.
This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. And then it got worse.
“Why don’t you open the door?”
A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them whispers.
“We’ve come for you.”
“You’ll be happier if you open the door.”
“It’s not so bad…”
The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored. But they don’t get bored and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago…
I don’t know what to do anymore… maybe it won’t be so bad…
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Credited to Chris Stewart
Chuck Lorre Productions #158
I am continually susprised that someone could posit a supreme being, a timeless, primal source from which all thing emanate, every living creature and every inert piece of matter, every sub-atomic particle and every galaxy, and then insist that such ineffability could take sides, declaring that it takes one person, or group of persons, over another. But then again, I am continually surprised that someone could be fascinated by American Idol.
Apr 17, 2010
New Look 3.0
oD&N is finally sporting a new look. After more than two years of having the same layout, I have updated the look to a theme provided by My Green Corner and bloggerized by Falcon Hive. I have left for too long this corner on the Internet I took for granted.
This still is a useful tool for information sharing. I thought the previous template was already too immature so I hope you all will like the new v3.0 look.
This still is a useful tool for information sharing. I thought the previous template was already too immature so I hope you all will like the new v3.0 look.
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