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Jul
13
The Lizzie Borden
May
17
So lately some people are screaming, “NO 2 Facebook” now! Ok, if I have something ‘PRIVATE’ I do not wish to share, I won’t post it on ANY Social Network that I am signed up with. Most every Social Network I have seen has a settings button on the individual account which asks if you want certain things private or not, so I would think that to easily solve ANY Social Network privacy issue, DO NOT POST Private information you wish not to be seen or read, OR SIMPLY DELETE entire profile. Problem solved. Right????
May
06
I am utterly beside myself. I’m one of the few Ning members who got the dreaded email, that in a month or so, Ning will be deleting ALL free accounts. WTF, Ning???? Well first off, I would be willing to pay for a site that is considerate of it’s members. Basically, Ning is saying if you don’t pay us a monthly fee, ‘Kick Rocks’ and WE are going to delete you!
How about payment options? I understand sites need to make money, BUT why not get advertisers to pay to post their ads, and offer members options to upgrade, and other extras in a NICE WAY, Ning, not just punching them in the faces or throwing them under the bus so Bus driver, Freddy Krueger can crush them. Your letter and new exciting news (as you said in the email) made me and my members feel as though we weren’t worth the air we breathe. We have spent countless hours, minutes, and seconds on our pages and content, and are (or were) VERY proud of our network content, also some ppl are homebound, not able to leave their homes (disabilities, etc.), don’t have mates or family around them, and a social network helps their self worth and lonliness. So now ALL of that is going to be flushed a swirling, cause you guys have absolutely no customer service ethics???? Thanks for NOTHING again, Ning Executives. May you and your NEW and exciting plans self destruct in 30seconds!
Ning Executives suck Maggot Ballzz!!!
Apr
28
I got a fever, and the only prescription is 'More Cowbell', w/TrgdyAnn!
Apr
26
This story was written especially by a really good friend of mine. It is an all original story with me as a main character. This was a gift to me from him.
Written By: Roarke
Ok, had to delete this and resubmit, too many typo’s and gramatics…LOL.
this is for the head Zombie here, so I hope you like the revised version just as well
- The World under Attack
Date: 2010-02-25 06:51:02 -0700
Topic: Getting Angry
GETTING ANGRY
A Zombie World Diary
Its never just one thing, and that’s what makes you angry. So angry you just wake up in the morning and want to kill something. Just like yesterday, and the day before that and the week before that and like the day when ashes rained and the water ran in the streets like burnt soup. The day you got angry when the reactors blew up. The day you heard the last news cast before the television stations quit broadcasting and you missed the last episode of Nashville CSI. That kind of angry.
It’s never just one thing that makes you angry. It’s ALL the things now and you just want to kill them all. All the wheezing, oozing, guttural growling pieces of walking decay. The stumbling, careening meat sacks that don’t have the common decency to know when to die. There is only two ways to kill these “things”; one way, the preferred way is to blow their heads apart with a shot gun. The other way is to smash, hack, or explode the rest of them into so many pieces that they can’t reanimate. Yeah, its like that. All of that.
To survive in this messed up pile of crap world today, the angry day, you have to know what you are doing. Not like the easy life before, you know, the life where you got to drink sweet lattes at Starbucks and “chat” with friends on your cell phone while surfing a thing called the internet. The easy Life where you watched T.V. eight hours a day enjoying mindless programs that put you into a waking zombie state listening to news opinion shows that never told you anything real or truthful. Those easy days. Which usually ended up making you angry but then, you hadn’t realize why yet. You hadn’t awaken to this reality yet.
Survival today consists of a few simple things. First, you need to get your head out of your ass and keep it out. Second, you need reliable transportation and third, you need firepower and leathers. The keeping your head out of your ass is the easy part, if you can’t, your dead. Asta la Vista baby. The second part is pretty simple, for in-town errand running you need something fast and maneuverable like a Harley or Toyota pickup truck, preferably filled with gasoline. For long treks, a Chevy Suburban is desirable, big, heavy, and has a fifty gallon fuel tank, good for 650 plus mile journeys or for nice sized explosions, take your pick. The third part is a little trickier, firepower. The main weapon of choice if you can get your hands on one is a speed clip loading Remmington shot gun loaded with slug rounds and sawed off for ease of handling in tight situations while riding a Harley at ninety miles an hour. Combine that with a compliment of two 9mm Glocks
six fifteen round clips each for Sunday morning goin’ to church outings. Finish your accessorizing with an assortment of hacking blades for when you run out of ammo, which happens a lot. Choose either a heavy survival knife with katana shaped point or a short machete, with friction taped on the handle for when the hacking gets nasty, preferably both. Strap all of this on to your set of leathers, throw a long leather coat over that in the winter and you are ready to rock and roll in today’s zombie infested world. Booyah!
This is where one individual stands out. A true survivalist. Some one that doesn’t sit around and “wait for the fries with all that.” She knew when to get out of the rain of ash, she knew when the latte went cold and she acted. In the hallowed dark alleys of what’s left of the rotting city her name is whispered amongst the soon to be devoured. TrgdyAnn. She stands tall and strong, a well put together woman inside and out. She has to be to make it through the one day at a time existence that is now. She’s always equipped for zombie killin’ right down to her smile. When she’s smiling, that’s the tragedy part for brain dead meat sacks. You don’t want to see her smiling at you. At least not that way. She hadn’t smile the other way for months since it all came down on the clueless masses. She was getting ready to smile now. The TrgdyAnn way. The sound of a 12 gauge speed-loader clip being slammed into her Remmington always made her smile just before it went BOOM.
Her errands today consisted of hitting the last big box store in town for food, ammo, and to see if there was a Suburban in the parking lot with more than a half tank of gas in it. Just the usual weekly errands, complete with a festering gauntlet of drooling brain eaters to contend with. Just another walk in the park, again. TrgdyAnn flung her leather overcoat back as she mounted the fatboy Harley and spun the rear-end out as she burned rubber exiting the warehouse she called home. You had to start fast if you wanted to finish first in this brain-eat-brain world. Trgdy was smiling really big today. The ninety mile an hour wind swept her hair back, her goggles were snug over her eyes and her heavy biker boots were lashed up tight. This was going to be a good shopping trip.
Traveling down the highway toward the strip mall corridor, TrgdyAnn’s trademark keepsake trailed in the wake behind her. On a leather tether wrapped around her right coat epaulette was a small doll. One day she had found a raggedy ann doll, its button eyes missing, the little dress half shredded and its red hair half singed black. She took a marker and put two black X’s where the eyes should have been and tied a leather tether around its neck and attached it to her coat. She never went anywhere without it. It was her trademark lucky talisman. She didn’t believed in luck, but a little of it wasn’t going to hurt in these darkened days.
Today it was going to be happy consumer time at the last Wal-mart in town, Wally World. These days, there really, truly were zombies at Wally’s World.
The big box had everything, food, guns, ammo, fuzzy socks, and jerky. TrgdyAnn loved jerky and Dr. Pepper when she could find it. She felt lucky, today maybe she’d get a warm soda.
As her Harley screamed into the parking lot she saw the day was going to start early. A crowd of angry zombie shoppers had formed a line ahead of her and they were out to get all the best deals. Trgdy wasn’t going to let that happen. She re-slung her Remmington over her shoulder, no sense wasting her shells on these chuckle-heads and unsheathed her machete. Hell, she hadn’t spent half the night honing it for nothing. Holding out her arm with the gleaming blade and gunning the Harley, Trgdy swept the line of value shopping Zombs, and as easy as trimming the verge, lopped off seven heads in a row. Breaking hard and spinning to a stop she looked back and viewed her handy work. Her famous TrgdyAnn smile was at full wattage.
Still holding the machete in her leather gloved fist, she approached the sliding doors. That’s another thing machete’s were good for, prying apart stubborn sliding doors. The doors parted grudgingly. As she worked the machete blade TrgdyAnn kept looking right and left in case any other shoppers were looking for “discounts” today.
Another rule of Wally World shopping was you never stood still or in line for anything. Hit the floor with a good pace and grab what you need. No more “what can I help you find or have a nice day” it was “get your sh*t and GET OUT!”
Trgdy kept to the perimeter of the store aisles. These aisles were wider and less strewn with garbage. Even with the bright sun from outside, the store was gloomy and hazy in the corners; especially down the long inside aisles. Trgdy never broke her stride as she first swept through the sporting goods department and snatched a large backpack and next headed to the gun section. Her movements were fast and fluid, she knew exactly the ammo she needed and stuffed the pack half full of bricks of shells and 9mm rounds. Spinning around as she walked she scoped the immediate area for rotting no-brainer’s. Her next stop, the food section.
When shopping at Wally World today, you need to shop with all your senses, sight, hearing, and smell. But in the food section, you can’t rely on your sense of smell so much due to the stench of “past their due date” items dominating the air. As TrgdyAnn looked for jerky, she caught something move out of the corner of her eye. It was just a faint sideways motion in the murky gloom two aisles over, but something definitely moved. Just like second nature, Trgdy’s hand slid down to the Remmington’s grip. That was the most difficult for survivors to master, the art of weaponry. Your weapons had to be like parts of your body. Always armed, always alert, even when eating a soggy bowl of corn flakes drowned in water; you had to have one hand on your spoon and one hand on your Glock. Without missing a bite, you needed to be able to fire a full clip into a lurching mass of putrid animation and not need your napkin. That was the skill and ease that Trgdy exhibited now.
She smiled that smile you don’t want to see as she slowly stuffed two bags of jerky into her backpack. She casually slung the pack over her left shoulder, freeing her right side for shotgun aerobics. Rounding the end of the snack aisle, she again caught the shadowy shape move, it was big, really big. Trgdy brought the hog leg up and used both hands as she headed for the check-out area. She was cool, calm and pissed-off all at the same time. Standard Wally World shopping attitude. Just as she thought she’d save her shells, the “shape” made it’s debut. She first heard a whirring-whooshing sound behind her, similar to helicopter blades. Instinctively sliding her back to the wall as she swung around to face her stalker, Trgdy beheld the ugliest zombie to date.
Standing at least 6 foot 5 was a three hundred and fifty pounder if he weighed a pound. His clothes were half rotted off and he was barefoot, leaving a greasy trail as he shuffled toward her. The most surprising part was the zombie swinging two 25 pound butterball turkeys around his head like bolo’s. This lump was showing initiative. Suddenly he let fly one of the turkey bolos. TrgdyAnn just missed getting gobsmacked by the netted fowl projectile. This sucker was good, too good. She wasn’t going to waste time dancing with him. Still headed for the exit and sunlight, Trgdy fired two quick slugs at the charging mass. One hit and one missed. Trgdy never missed.
This super sized zombie was powerful, fast and showed intelligence, NOT good. Trgdy was slowed down a little by the supply filled backpack and wasn’t as accurate as she normally is when unencumbered.
Breaking into a run Trgdy jumped on top of the check out counter and crouched firing in a rapid succession style that emptied her Remmington. Two more slugs hit, but missed his head. This brain-eater was a juggernaut, absorbing the rounds like Woody Harrelson absorbs Twinkies. Things can always get worse and sure enough it did. Behind her coming in the front door were three more lesser zombies, all drooling and growling for service. TrgdyAnn spun around as she slid to the end of the checkout counter and pulled out her Glock with one hand and unsheathed her machete. Using one fluid motion, she was pure killer poetry. Before she hit the ground TrgdyAnn capped the three party crashers square between the eyes. The Glock’s dum-dum rounds blowing gruesomely blowing their heads apart like exploding blood filled balloons. Turning back on Jumbo and his turkey she just avoided a K.O. from the bird-on-a-string being swung at her like a mace. Now off balance, the huge zombie staggered to regain the focus of his onslaught. TrgdyAnn just smiled and spun like a prima ballerina, slicing off the giant’s head, Toro weed-wacker style. With another singular motion TrgdyAnn reslung her supply pack and sheathed her machete. It was a good shopping day. Can’t get a good deal unless you’re willing to spill a little blood in aisle 7. Next up, shopping for a new ride.
Apr
22
I just got done watching the clip from ABC’s , Black Women and Black Men debate tonight. First off Jimi Izrael needs to be checked. He stated that black women’s standards are set to high. That she is expecting a man to pull up in a Benz, Godiva Chocolates, and a suitcase filled with $100,000dlr bills. WHY is it an issue if a Black Woman wants those things if the man can afford to do it? When I see a Black Man go to a white woman, it looks as though it is NOT an issue and he bends over backwards to give HER those things with no problem. I as a Black Woman have been told by Black Men in the past, that I wasn’t Black enough for them, that I was to strong along with other lame excuses why they didn’t want me. Well I wasn’t going to wait alone for a Black Man to decide when or if I would EVER be good enough for them to date me. I have never limited myself to one particular type of man, as long as he wasn’t physically abusive, etc……I was ok with the one I was with, regardless of race. I have been in a relationship for the past 17yrs with a White Man and we have a family, and he loves me to death. Sherri Shepard made a comment about wanting a guy that didn’t mind taking her with, without wig, weave, makeup, etc. I have been lucky to know that IF I needed my guy to help me with my dreads, (and he has attempted to help on occassion) that I could go to him if I needed him to help me. That doesn’t make him less of a man, he just tries to show love in any way he can, and washing, twisting, rubbing my head is intimate and a form of bonding between us. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s special.
Most of what I heard from Jimi Izrael, was his lack of being man enough to be able to be in a strong relationship with a strong successful Black Woman and him justifying not being with a Black Woman. Like the old saying goes ‘Behind Every Successful MAN is a Strong WOMAN’ and that saying looks good the other way around also ‘Behind Every Successful WOMAN is a Strong MAN’!
Apr
18
John owes Black Women an apology!
THIS IS ONE OF MY EARLIER BLOGS!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
To start, I could care less who or WHAT he sleeps with, but in Black History month, John insulted an ENTIRE race of women and made it sound like they weren’t worthy to be considered beautiful and sadly, John, YES I am a beautiful Black Woman. The like-minded people who say WE should just shut up about it and let it go, just don’t get it, especially some white women, cause history wise they have ALWAYS been at the top of the beauty tower, well to all of you saying it’s no big deal, yes it is cause what saddens me is a post I saw on twitter from a young black female saying ‘I feel really sad that I am not good enough to be John Mayers fan cause I am black’. That statement is a big deal and I am speaking in HER defense also. Since this Black Woman’s money isn’t good enough to line your racist pockets, I would kindly like a refund for the crappy music I bought my daughter. I played drums for 10yrs, studied with Yanni’s percussionist, been in several music videos, and am presently hosting my own music request show, and I know talent and John-NAZI-Mayer, you are OFF the list. I’m sure there are plenty of BETTER white male musicians who don’t like Black Women either, but they are SMART enough to keep quiet about it, while lining their pockets with the Black Woman’s money. Take note John, I will not and REFUSE to shut up about this and let it go. BTW, I am with a white man, and have been for 17+ yrs, and he loves Chocolate!
And as for my White female friends, I don’t even think THEY appreciate the way he views them and they don’t think his so-called, Non-Comical comments were cool either. They think more of themselves then that too!
And as for the ‘N’ word I NEVER use it and don’t like it no matter WHO uses it. What’s also curious to me is that a few weeks ago, EVERYONE was ready to LYNCH Kanye West, but seems to think the things John-NAZI-Mayer has said is somehow ok,? WTF???????
And now at the end of this post, I wonder what John’s mother thinks, or what she would think about her son’s behavior. Is she or would she be proud of her son? And since he seemingly does not care who or how he hurts people, My real question is how would John think or feel if someone referred to HIS MOTHER the way HE has in general, referred to WOMEN???????
