Hypodermic Scorpion

The Pale Host

2006-07-25T20:31:00.000-05:00

The carrion birds circled, as the always do, over the battlefield. The cries of the dying were beginning to end and the sun was going down.
Hezrakiah lay amongst the dying and the dead, he slipped from life to unconciousness several times during the day. He knew his only chance was if one of the chirugeons were to find him. Each time he tried to raise his hand or utter a word darkness swam over him and he would once again know the cool embrace of near death. He looked up at the sky as the sun sank beneath the horizon. The chirugeons would have abandonded the battle field and other things would take up the scavenging.
He dreamed of home, his mother and sisters that he left behind when he was conscripted into the King's Army. To defend the homeland and preserve the Light, that is what he was told. Marching next to a column of the King's finest knights he wondered why anyone would dare attack such a powerful King. That was until he saw the enemy.
The sun was long gone now and he woke to the cooling mist as a fog slowly raised from the ground. He fought to keep his fear down. He had heard the tales of the other things that stalk the battlefield after dark. They would smell his fear and come to him, he had to stay focused and awake.
He was slipping into unconciuosness again, despite his fight to remain awake, he knew he was dying, yet he would not give up. It was the crying that captured his attention. He rolled over to his right side, a flare of white heat pain shot through his body as the crushed shoulder contacted the ground. He nearly screamed and his head swarmed in darkness, but he fought though it and focused on the crying. There in the darkness, was a figure, hazy and indistinct but there none the less. It was kneeling on the ground crying looking up at what appered to be a glowing lantern. Hezrakiah stared in disbelief as he watched the crying man stand and follow the glowing orb toward a strong light. Another figure was praising the powers of the Light as he followed another orb. One man began pleading "please, let me stay, my family it needs me" the orb simply winked once and the man lowered his head and began to follow it wordlessly. Each of the faithful were guided to the center of the field by a single glowing orb. Each were comforted, and their orbs never left their side as they waited. When the final soul joined the group a peircing white light descended from the sky and the Eternal Stair was visible. the Faithful began their journey up the stair to the everlasting joy they had earned.The faithful were being redeemed from the battlefield, Hezrakiah wondered wether or not he would be among them come the dawn.
The villages along the river were among the first to be overrun by the enemy. The few old men and women left to defend them were no match for the marauding armies that pillaged them. The Ogre Barons of the Northland made quick work of the river folk and began to march on the capitol city of Alm. Hezrakiah hoped that his family had escaped yet he knew better. They were dead, just like the familes of all the the men he was consripted with. He hoped that the glowing orbs had come to escort his sisters to the afterlife, and he hoped they would come for him as well.
Hezrakiah fought himself into a sitting position. His right shoulder and arm hung uselessly at his side. it throbbed a constant pain reminding him of the beast that smashed him with a club. It smelled of stale sweat and musty earth, it stood nearly twice his hieght and even though his spear was thrust deep into the creatures thigh it still swatted him away with ease. Crushing his shoulder and leaving his arm useless. Looking down at it he was amazed it didnt hurt more than it did, of course thats the way it is with the most serious wounds, they hurt less than others.
Glancing around the darkened battlefield he caught glimpses of movement, shadows amongst the darkening land. A quick flash of light, a reflection of steel perhaps? Who would still be out on the field after dark? Knowing that the others stalk the field was enough to keep most men well away from a battlefield even years after a battle. There it was again! A flash of light like the reflection of a blade being swung. A cold chill climbed ever so slowly up his spine as realization came to him. The Pale Host was here! The faithful had been released now the damned would be next. He focused where the last flash was and finally picked out the darkened figure. Long black robes nearly obscured it as it moved without sound across the feild, seeking its next mark. Hovering above a young lad it raised its scythe above its head, with a flash of light it stuck down into the lads chest. As it pulled the scythe from the body a flash of light sparked and the soul of the young man was ripped from the young mans chest and was left standing next to The Pale One. As Hezrakiah looked across the field the same scene was played out hundreds of times. One of the Pale ones would strike a corpse in the chest and then tear the soul from the body to be sent on to the afterlife. If the Faithful had been redeemed then only the damned remained on the feild.
Hundreds of souls wandered about looking for somewhere to go, many wandered aimlessly about until the first growl was heard. Distant off, the sound started and then it multiplied a hundred fold as the grew closer. At the edge of the feild the first sign of their arrival was seen. A deep red glow began to spread across the feild and dark shapes loped over the bodies of the fallen toward the chosen souls. The hellhounds quickly spotted the damned souls and began herding them to the opposite side of the field. Many of the sould tried to run only to be jumped on and savagely mauled until they crawled back into the throng of the damned. The hounds herded the souls into a large group and encircled it. As the final hound took its place they howled in unison and the ground opened up and swallowed the damned. The damned had been taken from the land and Hezrakiah sat in the darkness wondering at all he had see this night.
He looked down at his body, his crushed arm bled no more and the pain had stopped entirely. That was when he noticed what scared him the most. He was not breathing! The Pale host had gathered together and were now pointing in his direction. He turned and climbed to his feet. Fear overtook his senses as he ran toward the edge of the field. He ran and ran as fast as his broken and exhausted body would carry him. He didnt look back, if he would have he would have seen that the Pale host was gaining on him and that there was no hope for his escape. the Pale Host very rarely misses a soul and when they do humanity is stalked by one of the creatures of the night. They closed ever so close and he could hear them whispering among themselves, he knew the end was here and fear gripped him in an icy grasp. A cold hand touched his shoulder and turned him around. He looked into the face that stared back coldly at him. Hezrakiah knew what was to happen next, for no man can look into the face of Death himself and rejoin the ranks of the living. Hezrakiah was not sure what this meant, but he knew that his unlife had just begun.

Finding the Diary

2006-07-16T10:33:00.000-05:00

The smell was enough to keep most everyone out. Everyone except me of course.
Each day we draw straws to see who will explore outside of our makeshift shelter. Today it was me. I both dread and exalt this position. The fact I must leave our shelter to find the very things we need to survive drives us into the danger that the outside world now presents to us.
I enterend the lower level of the apartment building quietly, the door hanging open on one hinge. I could hear no movement inside as I crept through the opening into the darkened entry hall.
We learned early on that some places were better off avoided. The bigger stores were pretty much cleared out. The smaller stores were often untouched in the mad rush to escape our hunters. Private residences were hit or miss and more often than not harbored the terror that we hide from.
The hall was littered with objects strewn about. Broken furniture, the light fixture haning from its cord from the ceiling gently swayed back and forth as if moved by an unseen hand. It cast a shadow on the wall that reminded me of a hangmans noose. These are days of bleak thoughts and it has been a long time since I heard anyone laugh.
The madness crept up on me and I had to fight hard not begin laughing, or crying or just something, anything to break the silence. But to give in would be certain death for me.
Thats the reason only one goes out at a time, so that when you break down, which you eventually will, you wont bring harm to anyone else in the group. Oh, and you wont survive long enough to bring them back to the hidden sanctuary that we have.
The downstairs rooms were a ramshakle of insanity, furniture, toys, broken appliances and the everyday trappings of what life once was greeted me in every room. Nothing of value in them, no food, no medicines, nothing. In the corner of living room was a long rolled up blanket, but by the outward stains on it I was not going to open it and see waht was inside. Somethings are better left unseen.
Slowly I slipped up the stairs to the second floor. Bedrooms would offer clothing and blankets for the coming winter and perhaps a medicine chest in the upstairs bath.
The rooms were open and the sunlight poured in the windows, the curtains had been torn away leaving the glaring sun to pound in. The heat was almost unbearable up here. The stench was coming from down the hall, I still hadnt heard any sound so i crept down the hall to a closed door. I listened closely at the door. A thrumming sound, almost a hum is what greeted me. I slipped the door open and pushed it wide open. A black cloud of flies, thousands of them swarmed the room. They swarmed out the door and all over me. Frantically I swatted and batted at them, momentarily losing my miniscule grip on reality as the tried to get into my nose and eyes. I back out of the room and allowed them to fly unobstructed thoughout the house.
When they had mostly left I re entered the room. Yes, the stench was horrid and coming from in this room. Its funny how once you smell rot, you know exactly what it is coming from. The bedroom was a gold mine of stuff. Blankets, clothing, I found two guns and some ammunition. A shot gun was layed out on the bed and two boxes of shells were with it. The pistol was still gripped in the corpses hand and one chamber was empty. In the corpses other hand was a notebook, a diary. It was a day by day accounting of what had happened to this young woman. It came as no surprise to me that the hole in her head was the size as the missing round from the pistol!

Badge Number 71756, Master Card Fraud Division

2006-07-14T18:22:00.000-05:00

You ever get prank phone calls anymore? I don't mean telemarketers or wrong numbers, I mean out and out prank calls.
Well I have had my share of making and receiving them (aint that right Wes?), and I am sure we all have made and received a few of them. However 12:29 am is the wrong time to try one, especially if the number you are calling is Jillians cell phone! Some half drunk sounding guy on the other end tried a " This is Master Card and we want to redeem your card" type thing.
Rule one: Always have a way to verify that the other person is not using their caller ID
Rule two: if calling a cell phone full well realize they ALL record the incoming number
And finally Rule three: Dont leave a message in the mail box and have your buddies in the background be heard saying "its still on dude"
So, what did we do? Well badge number 71756(me) made a call to the number and let him know in no uncertain terms that credit card fraud was not only a finable offense but could result in jail time. Not giving him time to fully organize his thought I continued my return prank assult by assuring him that Master Card would prosecute to the fullest extent of the law anyone that would use their name for fraud or identity theft. In between the "uuuuh's and ummmm's" I fully assured him that Master Card was investigating an "open complaint ticket". the guy on the other end assured me that it was just a buddy of his making a prank call.
You know the funniest part to me? I have no idea who this guy was!

Nurse Ratchet~Jillians post

2006-07-08T20:26:00.000-05:00

"If Mr. McMurphy doesn't want to take his medication orally, I'm sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way. But I don't think that he would like it. " (Nurse Ratchet, One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest 1975).
Apparently, this is the nurse I am comparable too...
Today, after a resident at work asked me, "Please blow my nose Jill, it won't stop running!" and I did so, I was then told how inadequately of a job I did! This isn't the first time she told me I didn't know how to wipe a nose. I don't quite understand how I can not be "getting it right", as I blow my own nose fine, and my three year old daughter does not complain of my abilities of nose wiping...(do not ask chem, as i do not, and will not blow his nose, unless we are of course, in our 80's and helpless).
But again, today, I am not meeting up to her nose blowing standards. I would have shrugged it off, and kept going about my day, but then she drove her wheelchair back to her table, and proceeded to tell her entire table of geriatric friends how incompetent I am with nose blowing. (no comment necessary chem, i know what you are thinking).
After they have a good laugh about it, they finish their lunch. She later beckons me to her room to, "take a look at my urine." As I walk up to her bedside, she states, "well there is nurse ratchet now!"
Are you freakin' kiddin' me?!
Don't ever, I mean EVER, ask me to wipe your runny, snot drippin' nose again, goes through my mind. But instead I smile polietly and say, "I know I'm your favorite nurse, and am hurt that you would incinuate otherwise!" And continue on with my urine inspection so I can chart and get on with the day....
Perhaps I should just take the name as a compliment and shut the hell up, I don't know, but I felt like what better place to share my day and make others laugh then here, as well as make my posting debut. Whatever....
:)

Incendiary Goodness

2006-07-05T16:02:00.000-05:00

So there I was......
After my lovely wife Jillian goes and wins 300 dollars of "illegal" fireworks she goes and poses a question "Where are we going to lite these things?". After a bit of discussion she says "call your dad"! Her intentions were to invite my parents along to trek over to Missouri and blow some stuff up. That is not what happened.
So there we were in my dads backyard, with a truck load of explosives ready to lite. We started things off with a little one, then a bigger one, then one of the biggest. Emboldened by the fact that no police had come screaming in like the anti terrorist squads they think they are, we continue.
Sometime along in there while I was lighting them Jillian decides to try her hand at it. I set up a nice one that shoots flaming sparks and it was a beautiful site. My wife setting things ablaze! Then she goes over and picks a relatively harmless looking one......
It starts off without a problem, nice roman candle type thing shooting in the air, when they got up in the air they spin around and shoots off lots and lots of sparks, very cool they were.....
Then....
Well....
It fell over....
The first one shot past us and landed up on the back deck of my dads house. I had time to look back and see his BBQ grill silohouetted in the light af a flaming firework! Dad merely looking on in disbelief. What was my wife doing? Laughing. The second one shot past us and hit the fence not 2 feet from my dads car and bounced into the pine tree growing happily there! from within the tree you could hear the "WHOOOSH" of it spinning away as sparks oozed out from the branches. My dad looks on in disbelief and says "that was close" and my wife, my loving and caring wife is laughing hysterically and maniacally, like an arsonist at the whole situation!
That is a side if Jillian I had not seen before, the I like to play with flaming toys side!

The Procession

2006-07-04T10:46:00.000-05:00

The prosession wound through the streets toward the cemetery. Armed honor guards lined the avenue as the pall bearers bore the casket upon their shoulders.
"David, you were a model citizen, helping your fellow man as you could in times of need", the priest intoned as the procession made its way the the barricades and fences. "You fought bravels in the days after the "Long Night" and it was you that discovered the stockpile of seed that now bears fruit in our fields", he continued the eulogy as the gurads opened the gates to the burial ground. A dull thud came from within the casket as the pall bearers shifted the caskets' weight on thier shoulders, their faces down cast in apparent shame, that it would happen to a man such as David.
"When the wall was breached and they poured in, it was you that sealed the hole with a hotwired truck and held them off until help could arrive", the priest continued the heroic tales of the deceased as the pall bearers lowered the casket to the platform next to the open grave. The crowd that gathered to see their fallen hero off began to grow impatient and worried looks began to slowly spread as another thud came from within the casket when the pall bearers placed it on the carpet covered platform.
The priest knelt by the casket as he performed the final rites of his station, "David you were beloved of our people and as much as you will be missed, you are no longer welcome among the land of the living". The priest placed the iron lock on the casket lid just as a low moan came from within the casket, and as it was lowered into the ground, the dull thuds became a steady pounding!

Happy Fourth of July!!!!!

2006-07-03T19:15:00.000-05:00

We have reached another Independence Day and to quote the Simpsons "What better way to celebrate the freedoms of America that by blowing up a small piece of it"!
So, the wife and I were going to the store and decided to get Ady-bear some small things to play with like sparklers and smoke bombs and the like. Since we live so close to Missouri we decided to go over there and get them. Our Mission: Sparklers, Smoke bombs, Snakes (yeah you remember those), Snap Caps, you know all the things we had when we were kids that we thought were cool. What does my wife go and do?!?!?! She goes and wins a REALLY FREAKIN BIG fireworks kit with like 4 inch mortars and crap! Radio contest just take a ticket "Honey, we probably wont be here that long" Yep the ticket she got was the winning one and now we have 300 bucks worth of incendiary goodness to play with tomorrow! My wife, bringer(and winner) of explosives! Gotta love her!

The One That Got Away......

2006-07-02T09:20:00.000-05:00

The pain pulsing from her wrist was almost too much to bear. Her headlong flight into the darkening night began only an hour before, yet it seemed like a month or more. Her head was swimming with thoughts and ideas, yet she could not put her finger on any one thing, nor could she slow them down long enought to even really know what they were. The one constant was the throbbing pain radiating from her wrist.
"Jesus this hurts", the words formed perfectly in her mind yet they slurred out from her lips in a long blurb of useless sound. She no longer knew where she was, stumbling blindly along the darkened alleys and backstreets, trying vainly to escape the image that was burned into ther mind. How could that little lady break from my grip? Not only that but how could she have bit me? The look in the ladies eye was enough to break her sanity, yet the pain washing up her arm... Arm? Yes the pain was no longer confined to her wrist it was spreading! well past her elbow and near her shoulder now.
Clarity returned to her mind momentarily. "I need to get to the hospital, something is wrong" her mind raced trying to find her bearings and find a way to get to the hospital. The pain was flaring up past her shoulder into her neck. The pain was horrid and it only worsened as she made her way throught he night toward the hospital. Bight lights seared into her eyes and she stumbled, only vaguely aware of the honking and curing driver. " Need....rest....too tired.... must..." as she slumped to the cool pavment.
"Over here Hey someone call 911 she like having a fit or something." "Ok an ambulance is on the way, hang on miss you'll be ok"
She heard none of it only the ever present darkness and the pain. The all consuming pain that radiated from that bite on her wrist up her arm, through her chest to her stomach. Oh the gnawing agonzing pain in her stomach, if only she could ease it somehow, somehow.......

Hoping They Would Pass Us By......

2006-07-02T08:49:00.000-05:00

The streets are dark again. Streets that once knew parades, festivals and travellers uncounted; now know only the occasional traveller.....a dead one.

The news reports that first day were very sketchy, something about a riot at the local hospital. The reports slowly came in and the story developed in a horrifying way. A woman was found lying in the street by a passerby, an ambulance was called, she began to have violent siezures in the ambulance, the ER was baffled as the only injury they could find on her was a strange bite mark on her wrist......

We keep silent most of the time keeping low and watching. They are everywhere now. If the police had recognized the threat, if the local government had responded in an appropriate way, if local people had not panicked, a thousand ifs roll over each persons thoughts as the come to grips with the inevitable conclusion... the dead walk.
Put life back together the way it once was? Not an option anymore. Control and decency broke down almost immediatley. It spreads fast, like a virus, accept there are no miracle cures science can use, no medical treatments available, no hope anymore. Each person over the course of about two weeks realized the same thing....we are prey and food now. We fight to survive because survival is all we can hope for. The higher concepts of government, democracy and fairplay tend to slide into oblivion when you havent eaten in days and the wolf is at your door.
A few of us managed to find this place. It is isolated and we dont draw alot of attention here. Hidden in the back of a park it is only labled Maintenece Shed Number Two. I think it belonged to the Park District or something. It was stocked with tools and some gasoline. We brought food with us from the last raid, yes we are reduced to raiding homes in hopes that the previous owners either left something behind or..... I dont like to consider the OR.
We have been here for about a week, six of us. We are at each other constantly now. The unrelenting moans that drift in on the wind and the stench of the dead that still walk is unbearable at times, yet we cower in the darkness and remain silent, each time hoping that they pass us by. One day a time will come when they find us, and they wont just pass by anymore.......
The laptop we have is old and unreliable at best the power comes and goes on its own accord, no one is there to repair it anymore. No one to call and complain to either, except the voice recordings that tell you to "press one now". Just once how I would love to hear the voice of someone, anyone, on the other end. Even a telemarketer would be something!
Cell phones are gone now the last of the battery packs failed yesterday. We are now truly alone here. Yesterday we tripped out to the local projects for a scavenge, we did bring back some canned goods but cut it short when we saw them coming down the street. How do they know we were there? It seems like they are everywhere. We slipped back quietly throught the trees and made it back to our safehaven/prison and did the only thing we know how to do, we cowered in the dark, hoping they would pass us by............

My Nest Mate

2006-06-01T19:52:00.000-05:00

Hopefully by now the few of you still here have read that Jillian is now officially chem's nest mate! (oh and how happy I am!!) Jillian I wish to extend an invitation to you to share your thoughts and ideas here on The 'Scorp. Yes thats right I gave her the password and everything! Now I would warn her of how all of you can be, except she can handle herself so I will warn all of you! Hopefully Jillian will share her thoughts and writings with us in the near future. I have not forgotten all of you at all. There are still a few stories waiting patiently to be typed into here. So thank you for still being around! See you all int he near future!

The Nest Grows

2006-06-01T19:47:00.000-05:00

Well, how long has it been? Forever?? perhaps longer??? Well I have the greatest of announcements to make to the few (read 2) people that still read or even check this site.
On June 1st 2006 Jillian and I wed. In a small ceremony Jillian and I said I do to the solemn vows that we both hold dear.
Jillian, you made me the happiest man alive this morning, I can only try for the rest of my life to make you as happy as you have made me!
My love for you continues to grow, as it will each and every day, until time runs out. And when time finally runs out it will be me begging for one more day to spend with you!

Jillian

2006-02-01T20:09:00.000-06:00

Jillian my love,
Recently you made me one of the happiest men that this world could ever see. During the time that we shared together, you always had a smile for me. You made each and every day just a bit brighter and happier. Even on those days when I was feeling at the bottom of the heap, you made me feel like I was someone.
I thought I had known the meaning of joy before you came into my life. I was wrong, what I felt before meeting you was a pale shade of the joy I feel when I am with you. Everything in my life changed when I met you. Pieces of my life, long thought gone, suddenly rushed back into the realm of today. My heart sang. It sang a song that I could only hope yours would sing along with. I know it came as a bit of a surprise to both of us when we discovered that our hearts were singing in perfect harmony!
Jillian, when you said yes and consented to be my wife It was a moment of my life that I will never forget. The true joy and emotion that I felt when you said yes was something that I was not sure i would ever know, not even sure I could know.
So here, on this little corner of the 'Net and in front of all the cyber witnesses the internet dares to produce; I love you Jillian. I look foreward to you being my wife. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.I am simply the happiest I have ever been.
Thank you Jillian for making me soo happy!

She Said Yes!!!

2006-02-01T19:55:00.000-06:00

Hello all of you that are actually still checking on this little piece of the WWW. It has been a long time since I have been on here so let me start things out with the best news I have ever had the privelege of announcing!
Jillian said yes! officially this time! on Jan 26th during a nice dinner I proposed to her. I gave her simply the most gorgeos engagement ring you could possibly imagine and as I told her it belongs on her finger! She then made me one of the happiest people that ever walked this planet by saying yes!
Officially now we are engaged to be married. Yes yes i know the next question, do you have a date?
Yes, yes we do.
Are you gonna tell us you ask?
Sure I will
Tentatively we are planning on the third week of May...This year! The reason it is tentatively is because alot will depend on the abilities of our travel agent. Travel agent I hear you ask? Yes to all of my friends and loved ones that come on here let me announce the second best thing I can announce(at this time at least) Jillian and I are planning on being married out to sea somewhere ont he crystal blue waters of the carribean! Or perhaps on a black or pink sand beach on some island in the carribean. Perhaps it will be by the ships captain or perhaps a minister or priest on an island, but regardless it will be in the carribean!
Sp to all of you that are still hanging in on my little site there you go! All the best news from the homefront of Chem and Jillian!

And Then......There Were Two

2005-12-25T20:00:00.000-06:00

Laura looked at her watch for the ninth time that hour. "Damn, will three ever get here"? Once again she found herself working a 12 hour shift and she was tired. The evening shift was bad enough but add in the extra hours at the end and it was a definate bummer. She normally would have been on her way home at 11pm, but the extra overtime made sure she wouldnt even get to leave until 3am. Looking at her watch one last time, "ok you stupid young nurse, let's get going and get this done".
The night had proceeded fairly normally, untill midnight that is. One of her residents took very ill and was getting very bad. Her assistants had reported that the resident was unresponsive and was not breathing right. Laura went to work and did a quick assesment of the resident and immediately called the doctor. She was preparing the paperwork for a hospital trip. The resident's respiration rate had increased to over 40 per minute, rapid and shallow, they were not providing her with what she needed. Her lips and fingertips had turned blue and her skin was cold to the touch. A check of her pulse oximetry resulted in a blood O2 level of 64%, definately a dangerous level! The resident was unresponsive, except to moan occasionally. She still had some reflexes in the upper extremities, but her lower ones were completley flaccid. Laura had no intention of letting this go a minute longer, she was already calling the ambulance when the aides came back to her.
"Laura I think you should come back here", the aide was visibly pale and was shaking. It was her first week on the job and lots of things still bothered her. "This had better not be another poop incident, I am busy", Laura's retort was light hearted but the aide didn't move, just stared at her. "It's about, well....you know....her", she tilted her head to the room down the hall. Looking at the aides face and looking down the hall, Laura realized what had happened. Laura dropped the phone and went down to the room, the one she was calling the ambulance for. The resident was lying on her back, blank lifeless eyes stared into the ceiling. Sad staring eyes that looked into eternity and did not close. Laura listened in several places for an apical pulse and did not find one, checked a blood pressure and it was completely absent. The resident had passed.
Laura was in complete confusion. Oh, she knew how to handle an expiring resident, in her field she did the paperwork all the time. It was just that this case in particualr was odd. An investigation was sure to happen, and it made no sense at all. At 10:30 that night when Laura passed the hall, the resident was snoring peacefully and woke easily to her rousing. She took her medications and went right back to sleep. By midnight the resident was well on the way to death and by 1 am she was gone. It made no sense at all.
"Well, I need to call the doctor, you guys should do the post mortem care, I just don't get it", Laura shook her head in disbelief. In less than 4 hours a healthy albeit eldely lady had went from excellent condition to dead. It made no sense at all. She looked back at the pile of paperwork she started for a hospital send off, now it would have to be an expiration paper. Laura did not mean any disrespect, but her thoughts flooded over the extra paperwork that would be involved. She sighed audibly and sat at the desk to begin the pile of papers that would keep her over even longer than she had planned.
She looked over the paperwork and continued to write the statement of what she assesed. Then a scream shattered the silence of the night hallways. THe new aide came running out of the room she was working on.
"She...she....moved!" The aide was visibly shaken. "It's ok, it happens alot" Laura tried to calm the aide "It's just the body shutting down and a natural reflex, its ok". "NO....she fucking moved and she...she....", the aide was holding her hand in front of her clutching her wrist with the other hand. Laura looked daown and saw the blood dripping out from under the tightly clutched hand. " Crap girl, what the hell did you do to yourself in there"?, Laura looked over the wound on the aides wrist. It was bleeding heavily and was already showing sign of infection. "What the hell?", Laura had been a nurse a little over a year and had already seen alot of things, but never had she seen or even heard of any infection that would spread this quickly. " Go and sit down, I will have one of the orderlies take you to the hospital, where is Jason anyway?" Laura was even more confused, the wound on the aides wrist strangely resembled....no, that made no sense at all. "Jason is still in the room with her and she is....", the aide broke down and began to cry. Huge tears of fear and remorse. Sobbing uncontrollably she screamed "I can't stay I have to get out of here!". "wait.. you need to have..." too late, Laura's explanantion fell on an empty closing door as the aide ran out the nearest door.
"Dammit this makes no sense at all, first this resident thing and now a freak of an aide running out". Laura was getting frustrated, nothing was going smoothly and where the hell was Jason anyway? Laura began walking down the hall to the room where he and the schizo aide had been working, all the while thinking of the strange wound on the aides wrist.... the one that looked like a bite mark.

Hey loyalists, just thought I would change things up a bit with this one. It happens to be one of my all time favorite topics to ramble about. Hope you enjoyed it. And yes Syn the conclusion is coming soon!

The Gap in Posts.....

2005-12-25T19:32:00.000-06:00

I guess this happens to everyone that blogs. It I had reached a point where things were hectic (to say the least) and that the things and reasons that I was blogging for were not what they had been originally. Those that know me well know the reasons that I started this tiny space of mine and they also know that situation no longer exists.
When I first started this blog it was a place for me to post what I wanted when I wanted too. Although I was having fun posting I was begining to feel as if I HAD to post. The WHOO HOOO, although fun was begining to annoy me, because I had to do it, it wasn't fun anymore. Other things that were fun were becoming a weekly post and they were not as funny as they could have been.
So all put together, Chem is not leaving you, He is just reorganizing things and is re thinking his approach to his site. There will be posts and even stories.
OH that reminds me, Uriel's story is on hold. No explanation, no reasons, it is on hold. The conclusion will be posted, This I promise. But it might take awhile.
Anywhoo, thank for checking in on this site for the silent two weeks and I thank all of you who checking in on me making sure I was alive and kicking!

Where to Begin????

2005-12-25T18:58:00.000-06:00

Hmmmm It has been a bit hasn't it? For everyone out there firstly I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas! Mine was on this side of wonderful and I will remember certain people opening their presents with delight for years to come. This season has not always been the happiest for Chem and this year was a glorious exception, thank you Jillian you and your "childerbeast" for making this one very memorable!
OK Secondly, there was an obvious gap in postings here in the Scorpion Den. I of course have a thousand excuses and just a few good reasons.
Excuse: With everything going on I didn't have time (ok that's a lie, I did have time I just didn't)
Fantasy: Unfortunately I was not chained in Jillian's "basement of love" and if I was I would not be here posting!
Rumor: I am not in "little baggies" in freezers all across Adams county, nor am I in the crawlspace in Jillian's house.
Excuse: I have too masny things to do ( ok well this one is kinda sorta true)
Fantasy: I was not kidnapped by the coalition of Amazon Space Women and used for " experiments"
Rumor: I have not been drugged or brainwashed in any way. Well there was that one injection..... actually....

Anywhoo, I am alive and well and I have not abandoned you. The flock remained faithfull even in my absence. Thank you all and Merry Christmas to you all!

She Said Yes!!!

2005-12-07T16:50:00.000-06:00

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: WINNER!

2005-12-02T07:45:00.000-06:00

Hmmmm this one hovered on the edge long enough I thought I might actually win another one. Yes kiddies the 'Scorp can be tricky and yes he can be picky! Congrats goes out to Rose of Rose's Garden who successfully named this week's WHOO HOOO! Congrats again Rose!
Now give the credit where credit is due. Of course early on it was established that the band was Megadeth no question about that. I have to give a mental Whoo Hooo to wes who has so very close (whoo hoo) but alas not right. See the actaul name of the song if FFF. The lyrics say fight for freedon, but it also says fight athourity fight for anything.......FFF! Rose I would have taken a lower case version but you had two different titles in one post. Gotta be confident, gotta be secure, gotta be accurate and most of all gotta be right! How can I possible say thanks to Megadeth! Geez they have rocked me for years and i never fail to find a tune that i can rock out to!

Black Friday....

2005-11-28T05:09:00.000-06:00

Interestingly enough, Chem braved the "madness" of Black Friday this year. See there is this thing that a certain special little girl honestly has to have and I simply could not bear the thought of her not having it, so I went out at 5am on the day after Thanksgiving to make sure she got it. Now Chem has never before seen it necessary to venture forth on this day, let alone that early, to get anything for anyone. So he begins by prepping himself. Its gonna be chaos, Hell, mad shoppers galore, frantic women fighting over the last pink, size 57 bathrobe in stock. Mental images filled my mind as I pulled into the parking lot of Wal Mart. Ok I expected there to be no space available so that did not surprise me. The free coffee the Wal Mart crew was offering surprised me though.
I got in, got my stuff and got out. All the while I kept expecting it to be "bad" People this was a freakin' cakewalk! If you all thought that was bad, then you got no idea what bad shopping honestly is! Hey Wes, remember that one year I took you to the Springfield Mall on the day before Christmas? Heh, they aint seen anything like that before have they?
Each year I take a trip to the White Oaks mall, the day before Christmas, to vent out my years supply of frustrations and anger. Oh and to watch grown women fight over this years most ridiculous toy! Yes Fist Fight City over a Tickle Me Elmo. Gotta love the shopping season that is happening right now!
So I have officially downgraded Black Friday to a minor annoyance, Not near as bad as that last Black Thursday(Thirstday?), the one that landed my ass in the hospital.....But thats another story completely!

Holiday Shopping for my Dad

2005-11-28T04:37:00.000-06:00

The last couple of years shopping for my dad has been relatively easy. First of all my dad is one of those people that goes out and buys what he wants a few weeks before Christmas "that wayI get what I want". Makes shopping for him difficult when I was younger. However over the last couple of years I found something that he enjoys and I was always able to get for him.....without too much anxiety. See my dad is a huge fan of the "staples" of music (as he calls them) Apparently Hells Bells, Welcome to the Jungle, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and other songs that I personally listen to, are not considered staples. Anyway, He is refering to the whole Frank Sinatra, Rat Pack type of lounge singer stuff that I personally can't stand. Hey he's my dad and I guess its ok( Ikeep trying to get him in counselling and even got him to listen to KISS once). Anyway, One day I saw an add on the TV(yes Wes I do occasionally watch it, and yes Rose its not always spongebob) anywhoo They were advertising something so wrong I thought it had to be a joke. Rod Stewart singing the "staples" I laughed through the whole commercial, It took less than an hour for my dad to call and say DID YOU SEE THAT! A modern rocker doing the staples! After laughing again and a futile attempt at explaining Rod Stewart was in no way a "rocker"(which of course was a losing endevor, but the line had to be drawn) I agreed to find it for him. Luckily for me over the last few years Rod has released several of these albums, which I went to Wal Mart and bought dad for Christmas. I saw the latest volume (yes he actually has 4 CD's of this crap) I was pleasantly surprised and almost put it in my cart.....Until I saw something that made my stomach turn, skin crawl and forced a mental image upon me that has scarred my brain forever. Right there on the cover, I kid you not, was a lable that says Rod Stewart and Elton John singing a duet of "Making Whoopie". Did anyone else have a shiver run up their spine when you read that? Maybe you don't know that song, being raised in dads house I am fairly familiar with all of them. The thought of those two, dueting that song (uncontrolled shiver of disgust) .....sorry I cant go on. If your not familiar with the song or these to GUYS (term used lightly) Then praise be to you, for this segment may not scar you permanantly. Needless to say the CD (of music, not Elton) went back on the shelf and he will have to buy it for himself.
Oh, BTW dad did ask if I was going to get it for him this year, I laughed and now I am debating on whether I should or not, Watch the happiness turn to disgust on Christmas morning. There you are dad, for all the childhood trauma you caused me, Enjoy!

Chem's Public Service Announcement

2005-11-28T04:27:00.000-06:00

The moderator of Hypodermic Scorpion (AKA Chem) has issued the following statement, This is not a test!

In life there are four kinds of Homicide: 1. Felonious 2. Justifiable 3. Excusable 4. Praisworthy.
Take a look at that list again folks. Solves a few issues doesnt it?

A Brief Delay.....

2005-11-28T04:04:00.000-06:00

Hey all. Took a break from the 'Scorp, but you all knew that huh? Nothing major, no life shattering events and all. Just didn't feel like writing much at all. Oh, ideas float around in my head, usually involving whipped cream, but nothing you all would like to see in print I am afraid! Anywhoo, Just wanted say sorry for the silence and I am back for the moment. Let's see what happens next!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: After The Holiday Edition

2005-11-28T03:51:00.000-06:00

Hey all,. Heres a quickie for you all to get you back in the mood! No more banter, no more chat, on with the Rock!

Looking for a cure
within the human race
eliminate the poor,
how much longer will it take?

Burning up the tents
of the rank and file
Exterminate their lives,
crack a demon smile

Crushing down,
caving in our will to live
Getting rid of man's mistakes
To take a lost life, lock it up break it
much more can we take?

Fight for freedom,
fight authority
Fight for anything,
my country 'tis of me

Cry for absolution,
it's not the end for
last minute pardon,
one final reprive

Resist the war machine,
don't get in it's path
Fight to die a free man, and reap the aftermath

I don't know how much more I can take
Fight! It's my country

There you go all, Sometimes I am predictable, other times not, which is it this time? Good luck to you all. The rules are simple; first to post the correct title and band of the above mentioned song wins the ever coveted Whoo Hoo of the week! good luck

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK WINNER Albiet belated

2005-11-28T03:29:00.000-06:00

Belated? Hell no its as late as you can get! Congrats to Tilby Noir for winning the last posting of the Whoo Hooo. Tilby is a guest writer and friend of Rose over at Rose's Garden Go and check out her work if you are so inclined.
Now for the Give credit where credit is due> The last posting was of course Safe Home by Anthrax. Ahhh, the fond remembrances of coming home and having my dad ask "what you got there?" and m saying Anthrax. The look was good, like he didn't have a clue. Of course he didn't. Thanks to Anthrax for some wonderfully heavy jams!

Happy Thanksgiving! Turkey

2005-11-24T07:39:00.000-06:00

Chem Has alot to be thankful for. He is happy that school is about over. Happy that things are going well for a change. Very happy that he met Jillian and that things are wonderful between them. Alot more to be thankful for but I will tell her in person about them!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL! Hope you enjoy your turkey day and enjoy the time with your family and loved ones!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK; Belated Yet Again!

2005-11-15T18:15:00.000-06:00

Here we go music fans, time for another thrill ride known as the WHOO HOOO! This week Chen brings you a band that he likes to curl up to on cold winter nights. here we go

I've been down this road once or twice before
through the open door
i come falling through it
there's a sign post up ahead
like a watershed
and it opens my eyes

ways, for me to begin
to be born again
and knowing for the first time
ways, all so differently
shine for me to see
the better man that I am

I've been places in my head
behind me worse than what's ahead
and on my path just like a dream
takes me from the inbetween
from out of nowhere you came strong as stone
and now I'll never have to be alone

what it is I know
you have always been my safe home
I walk, I run, I burn out into
have always been my safe home
my whole world has moved on
i know what i am and I'll always be
your reality, is better than I could dream
all my fears turn from black to white
and i'd stand and fight
the whole world for you
faith, and destinyI never did believe
my only god is love and
faith, what I see in you
and I can hold it true
like a weight in my hand

There you are all. Good luck and may you be the next WHOO HOOO of the WEEK Winner!

Ye of Little Faith

2005-11-14T16:28:00.000-06:00

It has come to my attention that there are a few lost souls that question the authority of the Pastor of Muppets. Please be assured that My re-education program for wayward muppets has been quite effective! Allow me to introduce my Missionaries.

Chem's Public Service Announcement

2005-11-11T17:42:00.000-06:00

The moderator of Hypodermic Scorpion (AKA Chem) has issued the follow Public Service Announcement, this is not a test!

Some things in life are simply better the louder they are, music is just one of them!

To Jillian

2005-11-11T17:29:00.000-06:00

There comes a time in everyones life that they find that one person that makes them complete. That makes the lost and lonely moments in their life easier to deal with, if not banish them totally. Sometimes we feel that we have found that person only to be totally devastated later by events we never saw coming. However, there exists a person out there that can make all the pain and hurt that we have built up over an entire lifetime simply fade away. They will help you deal with things that you were never willing to deal with before. When you find that person you will fall, deeper in love than you have ever fallen before. All the previous relationships will not even come close to the joy and happiness that you feel at the moment you are with that one special person. Many times we see that person and simply melt waiting for them to say hello, we long for the late night phone calls or the early morning text messages. We simply cannot get enough of that person. We have a difficult time thinking straight because that person is always on our minds. The time you spend with that person makes all the world simply fade away and the only thing that exists in that moment is the two of you. Love, pure, simple and wonderful. Jillian, you are that person to me. For all the world to see here on my site: I love you.

Interesting Things I Learned This Week

2005-11-11T17:01:00.000-06:00

Sometimes things just pop into your head when you least expect it, and then there are times when you do expect them to and they don't. Perhaps some of these fall into one of those two catagories.....

1. Silver bullet night has less meaning for me now that I had to actually do it! (to someone else you freaks!)
2. The Tower resteraunt has a dollar taco night; hmmm tacos, shall we try that one night Jillian?
3. When a Type A person has a meltdown in class; just walk away, for your own safety!
4. Reading a story to a child can be one of the most fun things an adult can do!
5. Stories come and stories go, but Uriel will not be forgotten!
6. Sometimes things dont go as you plan, when they do go as planned thats when you have to wonder what went wrong!
7. When trying to decide on next semesters classes; go for the one that has the least amount of paperwork involved!
8. In certain circumstances the best advice you can give is: (blank on purpose)
9. Once before I posted that sometimes it is best to hang on, I would like to repost that with a totally different refernce in mind!
10. Thank You Veterans!

One day perhaps I will be able to sort out the random things that pop into my head. If I ever do, theat will be the day I am commited!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK; WINNER!

2005-11-11T16:49:00.000-06:00

Well, well seems Rose is getting to be a regular winner on here! Congrats to my blogdaughter BOB! Keep up the good work!
Now for give credit where credit is due!
The band Skid Row was one of the bands that pulled me through some of the tough times in the Military and their first album was one that I will not forget. With the song Big Guns and Sweet Little Sister, how could they go wrong. The final cut on the album was a combo song/instrumental called Midnight/Tornado, that of course was this weeks pick!
Well all alot to get done so stay tuned, more tunes coming shortly!

WHOO HOO of the WEEK: Delayed Episode

2005-11-08T17:45:00.000-06:00

Ok music fans a day late and lotsa dollars short but it here none the less. Time for the WHOO HOOO!
No tricks, well maybe one or two to keep you on your toes. Anywhoo here it is in all of its glory!

The night approaches, after dark you have no chance
Ooh, when moonlight takes the sky, you'll feel my dark romance
I'm on your footsteps and i wait behind your back
I spread like fire upon the streets i'm ready to attack
I'm the only thing you need
Upon your love i feed

When the clock strikes midnite
I'm on the prowl of love
When the clock strikes midnite
The time is right to call you out

When i'm feeling wicked and my blood is running hot
Electric is my touch baby you don't know what you've got
Only in the evening at night i come alive
So try to keep your passion deep i need it to survive
I'm the only thing you need
Upon your love i feed

When the clock strikes midnite
I'm on the prowl of love
When the clock strikes midnite
The time is right to call you out

When the clock strikes midnite
When the wicked moon starts to rise
When the clock strikes midnite
I'm alive

When the clock strikes midnite
I'm on the prowl of love
When the clock strikes midnite
The time is right to call you out

There you have it music fans. Good luck all, I don't forsee winning another one, but who knows?

Mortal Consequences (Uriel's Story part two)

2005-11-07T14:42:00.000-06:00

He hovered above the pit, just skimming the vapors that carresed over him as they rose above. The screams from the pit excited him, perhaps after this was over he would find another mortal plaything to sate his desires.
"Ahhh, Jacob, my trusted herald, you serve me well still", his voice was honeyed sweet as the acid washed over the form of his herald. Most of the mans body was burnt and twisted, but his head was still above the crest of the acid.
The sputtering sound that came from the head could almost be taken for human"mmmmaster, I have not failleeed theee, only brought......" "SILENCE, before you ruin my mood again" Uriel was enraged, another mortal had dared to kill one of his favored playthings and he must pay for it. This one was different though, uriel himself had taught him most of his occult lore and he was better than most. On top of that, he had the gift! Once the property of the angels, the gift of forsight was stripped from the by the Creator and given to mortals to balance the gap. The gap. An interesting concept Uriel mused. On one side was the immortal The Angels of Eternity, the other side held the mortals, flesh and blood beings. How exactly, Uriel wondered did the creator ever even consider the two as possible equals?
Uriel dipped a bit lower into the pit and scooped the corroded form of his herald from the acid bath. Dropping him onto the floor and gently landing next to him. "Jacob, dear mortal how exactly did he think that"?
An incomprehensible moan came from the corpse-body of Jacob. "Interesting answer Jacob", uriel strode past the body and walked toward his throne. Just short of his seat of power he stopped and looked back at his herald "Oh by the way Jacob, your services are no longer required". Out of the shadows dark forms began to slither their way toward the corpse.
Uriel watched as the Corabuu finished devouring his one time herald and He wondered if anything could be done about the mortal that had raised his ire. So much was riding on the Plan that was sent from below and uriel would not have a mere mortal endanger it. Even though the mortal had not realized he held the gift, he would still be acting on "hunches" and that would be a dangerous thing indeed.
"Master, prhaps it is time to bring in assistance", the voice echoed quietly around the chamber and it appeared to have no point of origin. "Yes, Kariniri perhaps I should call in a servant more apt in this matter", Uriel glanced around the room looking for the bodiless Kariniri.
"I am here master", the form of a slight and stooped young man appeared before the master of lust and pain.
Uriel watched as the apparition materialized in front of him and struck oput hard with his fist at the moment he fully appeared. Uriel's fist passed through the apparition harmlessly. "Master you try that often enough to know it causes me nothing but glee at your helplessness", Kariniri was smugly smiling at the Fallen One.
"You are an abomination Kariniri and one day we will find a method to deal withyour kind", the anger on uriel's face was clear and Kariniri just smiled back. "Of course you will Master, but when you do, will you do it? or am I too valuable a servant, willing servant I might add"
Uriel thought for a moment, perhaps this one was right. A willing servant that could not be harmed by mortal or immortal, saintly or fallen. They were rare, but not unheard of. By all definition kariniri was a ghost. No physical form to torment and no immortal soul to torture. He could come and go as he pleased and neither the Master Below or the Creator could do anything to him. That is a secret that both sides would love to figure out!
"As I was saying Master perhaps it is time to bring in an advisor, someone with knowlege and skills that will be usefull"
"Yes Kariniri I agree but who?" Uriel was curious at the prospect of his servants idea and he waited for an answer.
"Master I think it is time to call upon Urdriah, the Tempter", Kariniri kept his voice low. No one spoke that name aloud, not even the Fallen. Urdriah. Master tempter, second only to Lucifer himself. He was know in the Kingdoms Above and Below for his temptations in the time of The Son's Exodus.
"you think He would help", Uriel posed the question that he knew couldnt be answered. Kariniri remained silent as the harpies began to gather the ritual sacrifices.
This was going to be a long ritual, Uriel's lustful desires would have to wait.

More coming soon guys, hang in there!

Hmmmm .....

2005-11-07T07:10:00.000-06:00

This morning when I was looking for tunes to get dressed by I noticed my Master of Puppets CD sitting on the dresser. Ever played that silly word game where you transpose letters and come up with something else? I have some word game spinning through my head at most times, curse of being a wanna be author I suppose, anyway, I saw the CD there and I transposed a letter or two and came up with the basis of my new religion!
Here we go music fans, Metallica is the inspiration so blame them!
From now on I will officially be refered to as, the Pastor of Muppets (pastor of muppets is pulling your strings!). I can see it now, me behind the altar preaching to Kermit and him being a fanatic follower. A new cult to the Pastor of Muppets shall spring forth and it is good. I can invision a crime spree perpetrated by various masked muppets as we attempt to fund our bid for world domination! Ms. Piggy shall head up the Division of re education and Kermit will be the poster muppet for recruitment!
I think I need something more than meds to cure this one! Its time to go and make some of the money we ned to keep the muppet revolution alive. To quote Dan Akroid (sp?) from the woefully poor remake of Dragnet, LOOK OUT! MUPPETS!
Muppets on the rise!

Woefully Neglegtful.....

2005-11-07T07:05:00.000-06:00

Hey all. I have been woefully neglectful in the story posts here recently. Partly it is the sentance....err schedule that I am forced to endure with school, partly because I am still working on the second part of Mortal Consequences, and partly because I have another story apinning around in my head. I do wish to say thanks (I think) to those that have made comments that I need more on here. Shows that people really are on here occasionally! LOL I have this mental image of people hovering over their computers waiting for the next installment, like a bunch of vultures! Stories will be up soon and I hope they are worth the wait.
Anywhoo, off to job number two, let's see if I can make some money today!

Interesting Things I Learned This Week.

2005-11-04T16:38:00.000-06:00

Hey A few things that creeped out during the week from various sources. Thought I would share.

1. When refering to the bone material in a woman with osteoperosis, one should not refer to it as Holy Bone. (yes its spelled holey, but this is far more fun). Hey lady, interested in trying to stop the Holy Bone?
2. This one I learned a long time ago but it fits today, when refering to the pus and drainage from an infected wound one should be very careful to say Infectious drainge not that the wound is pus(s)y. On the paperwork it could get very confusing. Patient had yellow pus(s)y drainage!
3. Some people really do care about me, now if Icould just figure out who the other one is, I would be alright!
4. My Dad + Vicodin 1000mg = interesting conversations!
5. I like to lip sync with the emergency broadcast system tests on the radio, makes me feel important.
6. When you pay off you car loan, some people just cannot help but rub it in your face that they made a fortune off of you. "I hope you come back soon you were such a great customer"!
7. Graduation is looking closer and we have nothing planned, I don't know about Tut, but I have pulled my offer to plan it for them. Lets see if they can come up with something better than oreo's and twinkies! My strippers and BYOB would beat twinkies anyday!
8. Some things are just too damn good at what they do.
9. There is no number nine anymore, cause I said so.
10. Chem's Public Service Announcement: No one, absolutely no one should go 8 days without sex! Get some, or give some as the case may be!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: Winner!

2005-11-04T16:26:00.000-06:00

Yes that's right music fans, there was a winner this week. This weeks winner of the WHOO HOOO is none other than.......ME! With his outstanding website and his pure intellectual capacity it was bound to happen eventually. CHEM HAS WON THE WHOO HOOO! OK this is the only way I actually get to win, by stumping all of you. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! CHEM WINS!!!!
OK now to the give credit where credit is due, the part you are really interested in. The song was of course Night People (good job Ktreva) but it was the artist that seemed to escape everyone, like a rainbow in the dark...... Ok this artist was originally the lead singer of the band Rainbow, After Ozzy left Black Sabbath this artist took over for two albums. Any guesses yet? After leaving Black Sabbath he had a pretty good run in the 80's with his dark and strange lyrics like Last in Line , Holy Diver and The Chains are On. Still no clue? Ok then here it is, this weeks artist was, of course Ronnie James Dio! Lots of dark rocking with I Speed at Night and Don't Talk to Strangers, thaks Dio for soem really good tunes!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: Halloween Edition!

2005-10-31T20:37:00.000-06:00

Here you go music fans, the long awaited Halloween edition of the Whoo Hooo! Very tired tonight so let's skip the chase and get to the music shall we?

Do you like the dark
Do you like the way it moves
Do you come alive when neon
Kills the sun

Are you hypnotized
Part of the illusion
Oh, see how they run
It's the mystery
Poetry and passion
Innocence and fashion

Revolution
Evolution ways
Night people

Are you satisfied
With the lessons that you're learning
Is the fire really burning
Do you know

Hey dream child
Promises are spoken
And promises are broken
Electric eyes that never let you
See them in the day

Night people
Night people

Do you like the dark
Do you like the way it moves
Do you come alive when neon
Kills the sunshine

Are you hypnotized
Innocence and fashion
Promises and passion
Evolution
Revolution ways
And everybody stays

Night people
Night people, yeah!

Do you like the dark
Do you like the way it moves
Are you hypnotized
Paralyzed
Revolution
Hey dream child
You got electric eyes
Hey dream child!

There you are fanatics, good luck with this one! You know the rules first to post the correct artist and song title wins the Whoo Hooo of the week!

Interesting Things I Learned This Week

2005-10-27T17:51:00.000-05:00

A few things cluttering up the corners of my mind this week, thought I would share.
1. When a person says the following " I checked out your site, cause they shut off my cable and I didn't have anything better to do" They might mean that as a compliment.
2. Early morning visitors just might herald a good day!
3. #2 is especially true at lunch breaks as well!
4. Anything worth doing is worth doing......... as often as possible!
5. Flatbread......hey I don't know either!
6. Classes that involving a lactation specialist just are not my thing, caffine intake increased by 40000 percent!
7. Certain people will always insist on calling at the most in opportune times (yes, I mean you NK)
8. The following is a public service announcement: (blank )
9. See they have nothing to say at all that we havent heard before!
And Finally
10. This is Chem's public service announcement: Somethings in life just need to happen, simultaneously!

There you go all, the things that clutter up my mind when I am not looking.

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: WInner!!

2005-10-27T06:58:00.000-05:00

Posted a bit late due to external events, but it is time to post the WHOO HOOO winner! Congrats goes out to Rose who has won her second Whoo in Three weeks! Good job Rose! Still a far cry from contagion's record byt you are off to a good start. Roses's budding site is something to keep your eye on as she finds her niche and learns to experss herself on this little thing we call the WWW!
Give the credit dude! Of course this weeks song was Speak by none other than Queensryche. The Operation Mindcrime album saved my soul many time during my stint in the U S Army and it has been a staple for me ever since. The band other albums especially Rage For Order is definately worth listenng to! Well all early morning fun so I got to go and get ready! See you all for the next instalment! Cograts again Rose!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK!

2005-10-24T21:16:00.000-05:00

Once again music fans its that time!!! Of course after missing the football picks in both leagues I am feeling a bit down so out came one of my favorite albums (among other things) to release the pain. Here we go Music fans!

They've given me a mission
I don't really know the game
yet I'm bent on submission
Religion is to blame
I'm the new messiah
Death angel with gun
Dangerous in my silence
Deadly to my cause

Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us

I've given my life
to become what I am
to preach the new beginning
To make you understand
To reach some point of order
Utopia in mind,
you've got to learnTo sacrifice,
to leave what's now behind

Seven years of power
the corporation claw
The rich control the government,
the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists,
revolution will grow

The system we learn says we're equal under law
But the streets are reality,
the weak and poor will fall
Let's tip the power balance and tear down the crown
Educate the masses, we'll burn the White House down

There you have it music fans a bit of my music that I turn to!! You know the rules, do i need to repeat them?

Interesting Things I learned This Week: Episode Three

2005-10-21T15:50:00.000-05:00

Hey all A few things that might be important, then again maybe not to you.

1. Never doubt in your own skills, even if you miss 41 on a test. (Ummm yeah that would be me)
2. Never doubt in yourself, especially when you get a 91 on a big test ( This is so true, huh Jillian?)
3. Intramuscular injections are quite fun....to give and recieve.
4. If your instructor says I think you got the hang of this its not really a good idea to say "told you so" (got a laugh though)
5. You are never as smart as you think you should be, unless your playing poker with me, then you are smarter than me, up the ante!
6. There are certain things in the mall that are actually fun to visit with your girlfriend, even if you have never been shopping for them before.
7. If a Crow/Raven/whatever it is is still outside your window now, just keep writing and introduce yourself to it.
8. When re naming your blogchildren be very careful or you might end up with a daughter named Bob!
9. Having a God-Boss is a good thing.
10. Finally, If a Vet warns you about his right hand while giving an IM injection always keep your eye on his left one cause thats the one he will use!
Just a thought or two that seperates me from the real world when I am not looking.

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: Winner!

2005-10-18T13:15:00.000-05:00

It is always exciting to win your first Whoo Hooo, just ask all the ones in the past. How exciting it must be to finally win one after having been on the 'Scorp all this time! Congratualtions goes out to Jillian, who successfully got the artist and title. Jillian is more than just a good friend to me and I hope to see her win more Whoo Hooo's in the future. Jillian has been a staple of the comment team that always has something to say about my post, so keep it up Jillian! BTW, no I will not send an email to you telling you when my Whoo Hooo is up, you will just have to see for yourself. CONGRATS again Jillian!
Now for the give credit where credit is due. What can I possibly say about this guy? Father of the so called "shock rock" movement, inspiration for Rob Zombie and all around great rocker! Of course I am talking about none other than Alice Cooper. From the Billion Dollar Babies to Brutal Planet, I have always enjoyed his stuff. Even the Constrictor album with his tribute to Jason from Friday the 13th was a decent song. And you want something freaky, check out the album Alice Cooper goes to Hell! Thanks goes out to Alice for literally hundreds of Jammin tunes!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK!

2005-10-17T20:02:00.000-05:00

OK music fans here we go again! It time for the coveted and most righteous WHOO HOOO of the WEEK. No hints, no clues and no give aways. Here we go!

We're in trouble all the time
You read about us all in the papers
We walk around and bump into walls - a blind delegation
And we ain't afraid of high power
We're bullet proof
And we've never heard of Eisenhower
Missile power, justice or truth

We're the Department of Youth
Your new Department of Youth
We're the Department of Youth
Just me and youth

We talk about this whole stupid world
And still come out laughing
We never make any sense
But hell that never mattered
But we'll make it through our blackest hour
We're living proof
And we've never heard of Billy Sunday
Damon Runyon, manners or couth

We're the Department of Youth
Your new Department of Youth
We're the Department of Youth
Just me and youth

We're the Department of Youth
The new Department of Youth
We're the Department of Youth
We've got the power
We're the Department of Youth
And who gave it to you?
Donny Osmond!
What?!

There you have it music fans, Donny Osmond reference and all! You know the rules first to post origianl artist and song wins. Good Luck All!

Things I learned This Week: Episode Two

2005-10-14T21:12:00.000-05:00

There are a few things I learn each week and I like to share them occasionally.
so here we go:

1. The number of licks it takes can vary drastically depending, but the more the merrier, right?
2. When going shopping with you girlfriend the first time, the best thing to shop for is costumes!
3. Pumpkin Patches can be fun, but avoid any of them that has a mascot dog bearing a gunshot wound. It's not pretty.
4. You never know who is an aspiring gay porn director, do you Tut?
5. When the lights go out....stay put, its worth it.
6. Some things just don't need to be said, the reaction is you get is all you need to know.
7. The meaning of life is simple...... do it again!

Just a thought or two for the week.

The 'Scorp Makes Room in His Blognest

2005-10-13T19:23:00.000-05:00

Hey all. The 'Scorp has opened up his Scorpions Den and would like to welcome his Blogdaughter to the world. An adopted daughter to be sure as the "Scorp is male. Unlike my NestSibling who gave birth to his Blogson. Again, how is that possible?
Anyway, please welcome Rose Kasing to the Blogworld all. She can be found at Rose's Garden and my link to her is coming soon! I have known Rose for a long time now and she is pretty cool. I looked over her first fiction post and was quite impressed. I think you all should jump over there and give her some support, comment freely, but remember, her site is not The 'Scorp, so be kind.
Blogdaughter all I can say is good luck with all your blogging endevours and remember this; with the friends I have you might have wanted someone else to adopt you. Not that you had much of a choice though.
Happy Hunting Rose!

Publishers Protection

2005-10-11T08:27:00.000-05:00

Ok Now I tend to be a trusting person, mainly because I never feel that my writing is really worth all that much. However, a few individuals have said that I should do this and so I have! First to any dishonest creep out there that might decided to skip all their own creative work and just steal mine, you should know the following:
According tot he Governments copywrite website:
Copyright is secured automatically when the work is created, and a work is "created" when it is fixed in a copy or phonorecord for the first time. If a work is prepared over a period of time, the part of the work that is fixed on a particular date constitutes the created work as of that date.
The use of a copyright notice is no longer required under U. S. law, although it is often beneficial. A work that is created (fixed in tangible form for the first time) on or after January 1, 1978, is automatically protected from the moment of its creation and is ordinarily given a term enduring for the author's life plus an additional 70 years after the author's death.
Additionally I also have protected my self with a Creative commons license. If you scroll all the way down you can see the license agreement. Basically stated:
1. You may share and redistribute my work as long as you give me and my site full credit.
2. You MAY NOT use my work for commercial means
3. You may not alter or expand my work in any way. No splinter stories if you please.
There you have it folks. My stuff is protected about as much as it can be!

Mortal Consequences (Uriel's Story Part 1)

2005-10-10T14:32:00.000-05:00

The entrance chamber was dark, hot and smoky. A thick greasy smoke clung to the ceiling and Jacob walked down the hallway. He tried to walk as slowly as he could, bearing bad news to his Master was never a pleasant thing to do. The previous herald learned that all to quickly. He appraoched the great chamber's doors and stopped. Hundreds of leering faces writhed in agony and screamed at him for release. The gnashed their teeth at him and demanded his blood. The pain and sorrow on their faces was evident. He looked deeply into the contorted face of what once was a woman. Her face was stretched and distorted over the area that would have been the door knob, if these doors needed one. He looked deep into ther now blind and watery eyes, then thrust his fingers into them and twisted them. The door creaked open ominously.
The chamber beyong was nothing short of Hell. A long and wide chamber awaited his entry. The room was hot. Too hot for him to bear most times. The thick bluish smoke hung thickly down to the floor. Scattered across the room was the reason for the heat. Piles of human corpses set alight provided the heat and the only light source for the room. To say they were corpses was actually incorrect, for they still lived. Kept alive by his Masters infinite mercy, to forever burn and char under the flames of his wrath. The screams of these still living bonfires echoed through the room as he strode through, not wanting any fear to be seen. The Keepers of the Flame watched intently as they shoved another corpse back into the fire it was trying to escape.
Hidden in the dark recesses of the room there were many foul things lurking about. Harpies flew in the smokey air above, Corabuu stalked the room deep in the shadows. There were other things as well, things that were best left unmolested. He walked through the center of the room waiting for the Challenger to present himself. Jacob never knew what form the Challenger would take but he knew it would happen. It always did.
He reached the far end of the hall to the doors of the throne room. The Challenger materialized in front of the doors. "Mortal servant of the Master of Lust and Pain, you are late. The Master is waiting for you, Tell me your news and I shall convey your message", the Challenger spoke in a deep bass voice. Melodic and captivating.
"Anticoulus, Keeper of the Master's abode, The news that I have is for Him only, stand aside and permit me to deliver my message unmarred", Jacob spoke with confidence. The Challenger had assumed the form of a man that was missing his left hand. Typical really. Most of the Fallen had some physical defect in their forms outside of their true form. "Mortal, you do not understand I am not requesting you tell me", hid voice was full of disgust, as if even speaking to a human was beneath him. " It is you who do not understand Graceless One, I will deliver my message to Uriel without any distraction from you", he flipped a hand full of silver powder into the things face and it recoilled with horror. Powdered silver from the Sacremental Vessals always banished the Challenger. The doors to the throne room opened on their own accord. The Challenger was right, Uriel awaited him.
The throne room reeked of death and rot. Dozens of bodies hung from hooks near the ceiling and still dripping ones were over the door. The pool of blood was large today. Perhaps Uriel would be in a lighter mood than normal. Jacob walked under the still dripping corpses, pausing long enough to feel the blood wet his hair. Then he walked to the fornt of the throne.
The throne was massive and was made from literally a hundred still living humans, each one bound with cord and barbed wire. To form a grotesqe jigsaw puzzle that was the resting place for one of the Fallen. Uriel.
Seated upon the throne He waited for his herald to approach. Disdain was apparent on his face. He hated to behold these mortals, they were weak, they were frail, broke so easily. They were nothing more than cattle to him. They served his needs and wishes, no matter how perverse. The woman that was sitting on his lap, blood flowing freely from dozens of cuts, moaned in both pain and pleasure. He slid her up off him and with no effort at all tossed her into the corner of the room. There was a sickening cracking sound as her body went limp and her head rolled to one side. Her lifeless corpse slid down the wall. The Harpies quickly decended and began to feed ont he still warm blood.
"Ahhh Jacob, my trusted herald, what news do you bring me?", his voice was soothing and pleasant, yet the look on his face shown only disgust. "Master I bring you news from the Crones of Vision", he had to tread lightly here. The death of one of his High Priestesses was not going to bode well for him, and when he learned of the killer.......
"Yes, yes Jacob do tell", His interest was peaked. Contrary to the normal belief, The Fallen were not omnicient. They still required mortals to peer into the future. Before the fall they knew all that would transpire. After the fall that gift was stripped from them and given to certain mortals. Like the one that Uriel had lost.....
"Master there has been a terrible accident, I loath to bring you news that would anger my Lord, but no other would, I must face you to tell you the news, for it is my place to do so. A responsibility that You gave to me and one I take very seriously my Lord", Building up his own importance was risky, but Uriel often rewarded those mortals that dared to seem self important. He reveled in the sins of Pride and Self Importance. "Jacob my trusted, you have never failed me have you? tell me what the Crones have seen this day.", Uriels voice grew impatient. he was not in the mood for the verbal game today.
"Master, one of your faithful preistesses hase been brutally betrayed and slain by a heretical mortal. She had no chance Master. She was taken by complete surprise and killed before she had time to react.", the lie was dangerous. Uriel often knew what had occured and the punishment was dire, if he was caught.
"Yes Jacob, I am saddened by her loss, I felt it when her life ended. Such was the lust bond I shared with her, but to avenge my lust I need to know who it was Jacob. Did the Crones reveal the killer of MY lust servant?", this was dangerous. Uriel knew of her death and probably already knew the name of the killer. Jacobs ploy might have been wrong, but not lost.
"Yes my Master the Crones did see his face and they know where he is. We can find him and bring him to you, for a fitting punishment", Uriels face darkened and he stood up from the throne. He stood over 8 feet tall and the hideously stained wings stretched over him. He was impatient now.
"STOP THE GAME MORTAL OR YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF WARMING MY DOORSTEP, NAME THE FOOL THAT DARED TO ANGER ME", Uriels voice shook the chamber. Not an easy thing to do in an abandoned missle silo.
Cowering and grovelling at the feet of Uriel, Jacob spoke the name of the traitor. Uriel's scream of rage caused even the Harpies to stop feeding and fly to the highest corners of the chamber. Jacob was left kneeling on the floor in front of one of the Fallen, and he was enraged. This was not Jacob's day.

WHOO of the WEEK; Winner!

2005-10-10T11:08:00.000-05:00

We have a winner! It is always nice to see fresh blood on my site and imagine my surprise when a new person not only wins the WHOO HOOO! but also shatters every land speed record while winning. A great big CONGRATS goes out to Rose from Rose's Garden. Although her site was only started today and there is not much there at the moment, I hope to see her site up and running soon. Welcome to the blogworld Rose. Good luck on all your blogging endevors. Feel free to stop in and browse anytime you like! Congrats again!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: Morning Edition

2005-10-10T09:50:00.000-05:00

Music fans, Whoo Hooo junkies, it's that time again. Time for the Whoo Hooo. Get your thinking caps on and get ready for a ride. This one drops back a bit and is a very cool song that to my knowlege never got radio airplay. At least in the small hick towns that I lived in at the time. Lost ont he b side of a not so popular album and far over shadowed by the one hit it had. Anyway, to the music:

A child is born in the world tonite,
underneath the full moonlight
And on the highway a fire starts,
diesel engines & broken hearts
The girls wanna dance and the boys wanna fight
Gonna get rockin' in the world tonite
The black cat howls and the mad dog bites
Somthing gonna happen in the world tonite

Now up in heaven the stars align,
stirring up the world tonite
In the jungle the power's strong,
the tribes are restless all night long
And the girls wanna dance, the boys wanna fight
Gonna get rockin' in the world tonite
Tension's rising, you can cut it with a knife
Sticky situation in the world tonite
Big moon staring at the world tonite

Young blood runs free,
You can be anything you wanna be
Young blood runs wild
You've got the will of a king and the heart of a child

Yeah so gimme a beat cause here I come.
Tonite's the night I'mGonna bang my drum.
Gotta million watts on the tip of my tongue
And I feel like a trigger on a loaded gun.
Crank up the station. Shake the foundation. Wake up the nation
We got a situation where someone's got a button, connected to a bomb
And it don't matter whose side you're on
They can have it all back by the morning light,
All we want is the world tonite.

Girls wanna dance, the boys wanna fight
Gonna get rocking in the world tonite
Read all about it in black and white
Everybody gone crazy in the world tonite

There you go fanatics, you know the drill. Original artist and song title to capture this weeks WHOO HOOO of the WEEK! Good luck all!

Question that the 'Scorp has

2005-10-10T09:26:00.000-05:00

Ok a few questions I am looking for answers to.
1. Wes: do ravens fly south? Do they hang out during the fall? What would I feed the one thats outside my window....again? Yes he is there again. Seems like the last few times I have questioned story posts he's been there.
2. Fans: I have considered writing the next chapter of the story from the point of Uriel. Perhaps give a little insight as to what is happening in the story from the demonic point of view. Questions, comments, thoughts?
3. Syn: The rules are interesting, It definately shows me where you mind is. How long did you take to think these up, and did you really ponder all the "ins and outs" of them?
4. Jillian: Whatcha thinking?
5. 'Scorp: Why are things always so freaking difficult. Why can't the world just let you have what you want? Why does it always throw blockades in the way? And where is the TNT when you need it?
6.Anyone whos listening: With graduation looming ever neareer I cant help but to wonder: What he hell am I doing here?
7. Wife of Wes: Havent heard from you in awhile. How are things on the north front going with you? How are my nieces and nephew?
8. Contagion: How many of these damned Whoo Hooo's are you going to win? Your already like a bazillion ahead of everyone else?
Anyway, just a few things that float through my head when I am not looking.

This Is Your Five Minute Warning

2005-10-07T06:35:00.000-05:00

A very good morning to you all. Just thought I would tell you the your time to get me a B-day present is quickly running out. All gifts will be accepted through the end of the month, but those that are in time might bet a special "thank you" from me!
Hmmmm I always wondered what would happen if my clinical instructor got sick. Well, now I know. I get to sit home and ponder the thought of catching up on homework. Ponder that? Oh heck no. I will of course break down and do some of it but I ain't gonna like it. Wish my homework was like blogmoms! All that wine tasting and cooking, now that is a class I could get into! That and massage therapy!
With the weekend finally here I look forward to a good stint at work and the hours outside of work promise to be....interesting to say the least.
Why are you still reading this? Shouldn't you be out there shopping for my gift?
Graduation for me is looming ever closer and I have so much to do before it gets here. Why on Earth won't these women just let Tut and I handle the details? Oh yes, it had to do with strippers, keg stands, and a debate one the uniform they will be required to wear. I keep forgetting they don't appreciate the finer things in life.
Finally a message to the northside gang. Contagion, Ktreva, Wes, Wife of Wes. Grau, blogmom and Littlejoe, you are all going to attend my "after graduation celebration" up there in your town, right?

Mother May I (Forthcoming Part 6)

2005-10-05T18:08:00.000-05:00

The heat of the candle flame licked at my boot as it hovered over the candle flame. The choice was hers to make. Quit the incantation and release the Harpies from their bondage to deal with me, or let me cruch the candle and drop all her protections. Her choice, I was ready for either. The still bloodied knife was in my hand, she saw the look of disgust on my face. She knew I was not going to back down. She continued the incantation as sweat poured down her face, I stomped down hard on the candle and scuffed my foot across the circle obliterating all her protection. The scream that pierced the night was horrendous. Screams of my mother, the screams of the Harpies and another more distant scream.....
"You stupid fool!" she lurched at me with a demonic frenzy. She had no time spare. She knew she would have to kill me and get some protection back up, the Harpies would not be so kind, once they began against her the Corabuu would join in. She was doomed.
I side stepped the lunging attack and slashed down hard, leaving a long red line down her side. The blood welled up and ran down her thigh. "My son, why torment me, don't you feel the pain you are causing me, stop this foolishness", her voice was soft and gentle trying to tease my lovers insticnt back out. "Mother do you not see what is happening? Do you not see how He is using you?", I circled several times until my back was to the circle she had inscribed. She lunged forward again and I retreated. Step by step I inched back into the circle. Each passing minute was sealing her doom.
My mother drew from her hip a long slender balde, one used for sacrifices. It was pitted and corroded from literally hundreds of blood sacrifices, some of that blood was mine. Tonight I will claim my blood price. "Mother stop this insanity, Uriel will betray you and leave you to the scavengers, don't you see that?" The bloodlust in her eyes continued to grow and she lunged forward again stepping to teh very edge of the circle, I parried the slash and shoved her back. The next few moment were both nightmare and salvation.
THe doorway to the kitchen suddely buckled and collapsed inward, the splintering wood fell to the floor with a crash. In stepped the hunting pack that was outside just a moment before.
"Hounds of Lucifer, you have displeased me once alreay and one of your packmates was sent back to the Pit for his insolence. Now, this woman is wanted, both spirit and soul by your master. Do take her for Him will you?". The Corabuu looked at the unprotected woman and the man in the circle. A familiar gurgling voice replied to me. "In who's name do you dare speak to me?". "Foolish Hound, you dare question the killer of your packmate, should I return the favor to you as well?"
The Corabuu pack was beginning to encircle my mother. Instantly she knew what was happening, the Corabuu were fierce hunters, but rather stupid.
"Wait, Hounds of Lucifer, It was I that summoned you not him, I am your mistress", her voice wavered, she knew that I had killed one of them and that they would remember that. She was without protection and they were hunters of the weak.
"Hound of Lucifer, who is outside the circle?", my question took less than a second to register and the eHounds lept upon her. Fiercely my mother slashed with her blade and tried to counter-cast the summoning to banish them, Dozens of bites she suffered as they tore at her looking for soft warm flesh to feast on.
She collapsed to the floor and was beginning to weaken from the struggle. Emotions tore at me, my mother, my lover, and my mentor now was broken and would soon die, unless.......
"Hound of Lucifer, this one is wanted by your master and you will have her flesh to feast on, but I am not finished with her, I command thee step away". They all looked at me, four pairs of demonic eyes burned into me. "In who's name do you command mortal", he began to edge closer to the circle, sensing it worthlessness. I stepped to the edge where he was and shouted "In the name of the Holy Three I command thee. Get. Thee. Back!" The Corabuu reeled back at the name of the Holy Trinity and the others inched away. I slashed down hard with my blessed blade and hit the Corabuu in the shoulder and felt the blade strike bone. Withdrwing the knife I spoke again "Look here hunters of the shadow, this one is weakened, no longer able to hunt and share in your kill. To you, wounded one, they will now hunt you, you know that don't you?" the wounded Corabuu looked to his pack mates, what he saw was lust hunger. It bolted for the door with the rest of the pack close behind, they were gone again.
I knelt next to the form of my mother. None of her wounds were life threatening. Dozens of bite marks and her leg was twisted at a grotesque angle behind her.
"My son, you stopped them, without an incantation. You saved me and for that Uriel will forgive you. You have returned to us.", her voice was silky smooth. The voice of my lover. That voice almost never failed to completely consume me, almost.
"Mother, your wounds are many and I can save you from them, but I would need your pemission to do so. Mother may I?"
"Yes my son, you may save me from this", her voice was erotic and sexy as I knelt down close to her. My question was carefully worded and her answer failed to see the options I gave her. That was her loss.
I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, a kiss I had shared with her a thousand times, a lovers kiss.
I looked deeply into her eyes as I spoke the last words she would hear. "So be it mother". My blade thrust deep into her breast and I twisted it till it lodged in her heart. I held her close and watched the life drain form her eyes. I stared at the empty lifeless eyes and realized I had seen that look on her face more times than I cared to remember. The look of a mothers love for her son.
I left her corpse lying ont he floor and climed the stairs. The gambit worked the Corabuu, as stupid as they were, they never even checked the circle. It offered me no protection, but they never realized it till it was too late. Ann was still locked behind the bathroom door. I looked over the room and realized this house offered protection no more. We would have to move on. Perhaps the country, out of the city. Maybe that would be safer, then again perhaps not. Wherever it was though, we would walk together. That brought a smile to me as I walked to the bathroom door. "Ann its time to go, we have to find a safer place and the kids need food, we should go now."
"Is it safe now?" her voice was fearful and she hesitated to open the door."It is for now, as safe as it can be". We walk together toward an unknow future. The dream of Uriel answered several questions. I now knew what he was wanting, I knew where he was, and I knew what role I played. The future was not exactly written, but it was no longer black. The future is what I will make of it. Uriel, I denounce you and you shall know fear.

Interesting Things I learned This Week

2005-10-04T16:02:00.000-05:00

Here are a few things I found out this week that made me think:
1 The medical diagnosis that is called FLK. This is an actuall term that will be found in med charts on labor and delivery floors in hospitals all across the country. This is one that I can't believe is still around with all the :political correctness: running rampant. Anyway, when a child is born and something just doesnt look right, nothing wrong mind you, just that they don't look right, they are classified as FLK. What is FLK you ask? Again can you believe this is actually a medical diagnosis? It means.....Funny Looking Kid!

2 Molestages: those annoying IM pop ups requesting/offering/demanding sex, while you are trying to do some honest homework online. Pay attention blogmom, I seem to think you get these pretty often!

3. For some reason a class full of women do not trust the two guys in the class to plan the graduation ceremony for them. Go figure that one. I mean is a stripper or two too much to ask?

4. 1,879 the amount of licks it actually takes.

5. $287.50 the amount it would cost to put your tongue in traction after doing something stoopid like that (see above)

6. That you cannot put your tongue in traction, you just have to talk funny for a bit. Hey, I just saved you 287.50 you now owe me!

7. That peanut butter and olive oil do not make a good brownie topping.

8. That some things in life are worth holding onto, no matter how hard the try to make you run away.

9. That a human being can still function after his (read: MY) brain has been turned to oatmeal after a prolonged session of med surge.

10. And finally, Nothing is ever as bad as it seems at first. It just might work, but there is a risk. If your willing to take it!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: WINNER!

2005-10-04T15:58:00.000-05:00

Man, is this guy good or what? Of course I am refering to the one and only contagion. Who is almost single handedly dominating the WHOO HOO'S. How was I to know this was you're favorite band? Ummm doesnt matter it's one of mine too!
Give credit where credit is due time! Overdose. Although the remake was Exodus (that was the trick) the original was done by none other than AC/DC. Ahhh the days of Let There Be Rock, For Those About to Rock and Back in Black. AC/DC never fails to fill the empty rock needs of this metal junkie! Thanks goes out the boys of AC/DC for many a good tune!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK!

2005-10-03T18:38:00.000-05:00

Here we go again music fans! One more Monday one more Whoo Hooo. Let's see if you can get this one. Careful everyone The 'Scorp has had a few tricks up his sleeve the past few weeks and with Halloween just aroung the corner perhaps he has one or two more! Here we go enough chatter let's rock!

I never smoked with no cigarettes
I never drank much booze
But I'm only a man, don't you understand
And a man can sometimes lose

You gave me something I never had
Pulled me down with you
Pulled me up, think I'm in love
Hope you can pull me through

I overdosed on you
I overdosed on you
Crazy but it's true
Ain't nothing I can do
I overdosed on you

Oh woman you give to me
More than I can take
But listen honey, I don't mind
You're a habit I don't want to break
Don't want none of that hard stuff
Don't need it anymore
I'm in love, and I'm sinking fast
And I don't need no cure

There you go fans! You know the drill original artist and song title. First one wins the Whoo Hooo of the week! Good luck all!

October Rules!

2005-10-02T20:58:00.000-05:00

Here it is people. The greatest month of the year! Forget that December month, forget that July month. October has arrived. Not only does it give me a mid term break (for which I am eternally gratefull) but it also brings forth the two greatest holidays known to man. Of course the first is Halloween. Those of you who know me know I live for this stuff! Skeletons, ghosts. witches and all that spooky stuff. What other holiday could a grown man dress up and death and walk down the darkened streets and not get thrown into the looney bin!?
The second I am refering to none other than the day this Earth was blessed with the birth of ME! Ahhh the world needed a hero and it got me! Well ok so I have fallen short a bit. My plans were not to SAVE the world. Only to take it over and dominate the lesser mortals that inhabit most of it.
Today I brought out my full black candle regalia and set it up. I lit them and stared at the flame for a bit. Wow, do they ever look good! I simply adore them. Two long black tapers in crystal holders, next to them a pair of small crystal votive holders also holding black candles. These are flanking my "Death Delivers" statue. A small statue of death handing someone a blood red rose. How I love it! BTW for those of you that remember this is the same statuette that rode shotgun in my hearse since the day I bought it!
Let the long nights come. we are friends and I welcome them!

Hmmmm My Season has Arrived

2005-09-30T19:07:00.000-05:00

The sky is a crystal clear blue. Leaves are falling, The air is crisp and clean. The days are warm and the nights cool. Perfect weather! Fall is definately my season. It's not football, although that is part of it. It not Halloween, but that too is part of it. It's not my birthday(hint hint) although that too is part of it. It is just I feel like I am at my best this time of year. This is my season, I am in my element and all is well. Really, all is so good right now and will be for a long while I think. This is the best time of year. Forget the hot summer, forget the cold winter THIS is the season for me! Fall just brings out so much of me that no other time of year does. The parks are wonderful right now and I enjoyed a very pleasant time in one just today. Makes me want to go back often.

The 'Scorp Hits a Grand!

2005-09-29T20:51:00.000-05:00

Ok perhaps this one is a tad late but this little site officially got 1000 hits sometime yesterday! Thank you all so much for coming here. All you story addicticts are keeping me going! The story so far had generated alot of interest and I have honestly loved writing it. The conclusion is still a ways away as the story is still developing. But stay tuned you darkside junkies, weekly episodes (maybe more often) are definately the plan!
Thank again to the 5 people that actually read regularly and thanks to all of you who just drop by!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK winner: Bonus Edition

2005-09-28T18:20:00.000-05:00

Well well well, apparently Wes has nothing better to do than vulture over the Whoo Hooo and keep swining away till he gets it, lets not mention the underhanded tactic of using a seach browser to find the correct answer. Well I guess the rules just are not specific enough. Congrats wo Wes who got of this weeks Whoo Hooos!
Now for the give credit where credit is due. This one was specifically designed to trip up you web browsers. Yes The 'Scorp knew all along a few underhanded individuals were doing this lol. If you were to type in Angels with Dirty Faces (how appropriate with my current story post!) you would have found that the Artist was Warlock, However, that, music fans is why you do not trust the 'net for all your music needs. In fact the correct artist is none other than Doro Pesch! The Force Majeure album was her first solo album and even though her band Warlock did the music for her, SHE was credited with the album, not Warlock! Heh. Now, THANK YOU DORO FOR BEING THE SEXIEST WOMAN IN ROCK N ROLL! Sorry LITA you are a very close second. Thanks to Doro and the boys of Warlock for giving me many a Rock and Roll fantasy!

WHOO HOOO of the Week Winner!

2005-09-28T15:52:00.000-05:00

Congrats goes out to Wes for winning his second WHOO HOOO! He of course got both the song title and artist. Good job Wes! However I regret to inform you that NO you did not get the bonus Whoo Hooo. This is the problem with using search engines to find and win the Whoo Hooo. So very close buddy, but not quite right!
Now for the give credit where credit is due. Of course Wes correctly guessed the artist of Iron Maiden(Maiden Rules!) and the song was of course Drifter. Maiden has been a good jam band that I frequently return to when I need a fix. Thank You IRon Maiden!

Mother May I (Forthcoming Part 5)

2005-09-27T19:21:00.000-05:00

When humanity first entered this dark time, they did so with no understanding of what was happening. Everything was confused when the White House suddenly burned to the ground. Suddenly, all at once, thousands of churches simply vanished. There were no biblical signs. No earthquakes, no plagues, no split open sky and proclamation of humanities doom. It actually started as a fairly normal day. Gunshots in the cites, farmers harvesting their crops, children going off to school, mothers holding their young and nurturing them.
Mothers. What a concept. Someone that loves you unconditionally. A thought lost on me.
"Release your hate for us, and return to the love you once knew"
It kept ringing in my mind as I lie there on the floor waiting for my death. The dominated human stood above me. I was too weak, too uncoordinated to stand and defend myself. My knife slipped from my grasp when I fell. Defenseless and prone. Deadman. He stepped over me and looked down at me, his face contorted and I saw a familiar likeness there. He spoke, in a feminine voice " You have denied your birthright my son, now Uriel demands the Price". He raised his hands, doubled in clentched fists and prepared to drop a blow to my skull. My mind exploded in fear as I waited the blow to land. It didn't come. Silence fell over the room and then a dull thud as he fell next to me. Confusion swam in my mind as I looked to find a reason. Ann. She was standing there, bloodied knife in her hand, shaking. The man was lying on his face and a rapidly darkening spot on his back explained what happened. She was shaking badly, the children were huddled at the bathroom door. I stood up and guided her back to the bathroom. "Stay here, it's not over". She said nothing, only shook. Must be the first person she has killed. Understood. It was different for me, but anyway, my sins are known.
The Corabuu had left the house. The dominated entered. Harpies in the air above. She was here, close by, but where? The harpies would be close to receive their orders and the Corabuu would back her, but where was she? She had to be close, had to be in the house. If she were to die.......
I stepped over the fallen bodies and looked down the stairs. Empty. one step at a time I decended quietly. Listening for the chant. The incantation to hold a Harpy was intricate and complex. It was also very long. She would still be chanting, if I could find her, interrupt it, then I would have a chance to get us out.
She was standing in the kitchen, or what was left of it. The circle was drawn in chalk like I would have done and the bloodied sacrifice was lying on the floor. Soaked in sweat she chanted the arcane words. They tumbled from her like a cascading wave of filth and rot. They caused the air to shimmer and convulse around her. Calling one of the damned was not easy and even the very Earth tried to rebel against it. She was competent though and her spell would twist and rip reality open. Holding the Harpies where they were, calling the Corabuu back, contact Uriel and bring about my death. That's her plan anyway. I had a different one in mind........
Stepping to the edge of teh circle, she still had not seen me. "Mother, good to see you again" sarcasm dripped from the words and she nearly lost her chant. Her eyes widened at seeing me yet her incantation continued. We both knew the consequences of a failed spell. "Well mother interesting set of circumstances here huh"? my foot inched closer to the summoning circle, hovering above one of the candles. Her eyes filled with panic, she looked at me, fear that's all that was there, fear of me. Her eyes pleaded with me, breaking the circle would mean her death. She knew it, as did I. She would no longer doubt that I would do it. Other times I stopped short, this time was different. My foot hoverd above the flame, slowly my foot decended. If she ended the incantaion the Harpies would be free of her control, if I snuffed the candles her protections would be down. She knew either way she would die, one was just more hideous than the other. I stepped slowly down, I could feel the heat of the flame through my boot. Almost there just another inch or so...........

Am I good at this teasing thing or what? That's enough for tonight Kiddies. I need Diet Dew and a drive in the cool night air. Sleep well!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK! Bonus Edition!

2005-09-27T19:02:00.000-05:00

In an attept to pacify the unrelenting mob of torch and pitchfork wielding loonies that camped outside my door(ok it was the SBC guy), I decided to post a bonus. Here it is music fans the Mega, Ultra Special, Possibly once in a Lifetime, Super, Extra Bonus Edition of the WHOO HOOO of the WEEK!
Careful music fans, perhaps the 'Scorp has a subtle little trick on this one. Then again perhaps not! Thats for you to figure out. No rules changes, same as all the others. First to post the original artist and song title will win the Bonus WHOO HOOO! Good luck all!

See my soul as desire
Catch the words as they fall from my lips
Feel the passion grow higher
Lick the sweat from my fingertips

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change

See my scars heat the hunter
Catch the thoughts as they race with the wind
Hear my heart beat like thunder
Free yourself, let the madness begin

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change

We're angels with dirty faces
Livin' all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home

Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We're angels with dirty faces
So far from home

Touch my skin
It's on fire
Light your dreams with the heat of the sun
Let your passions expire
Burn it up till there's nowhere to run

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the times have changed

We're angels with dirty faces
Livin' all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home
Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We're angels with dirty faces
So far from home
So far from home

There you go all. The bonus Whoo Hooo. Good luck to you all on this one! Heh, good luck indeed!

WHOO HOOO OF THE WEEK! Apologetic Issue

2005-09-27T17:16:00.000-05:00

Ok music fans this is honestly not my fault! Blame the Lateness of the Whoo Hooo on the local phone company SBC! If they would have know that my line was down it wouldn't have happened. Ok so I didn't know until it was too late to get it up and running again(and yes I paid the bill on time!) So the Whoo Hooo is ready: Here we go fans!

Walk away!
Look out now, baby won't you take me away,
Sittin' here its gonna be a new day.
Gotta sing my song and I can't go wrong,
Gotta keep on roaming, gotta sing my song
.
What you feeling when you hold me tight?
I'm gonna cuddle up with you tonight,
gonna get you feeling so secure.
listen child don't you see there's a cure?
Anywhere got to get you away,
feels so good think it's gonna be a new day.

I'm gonna get my song till I can't go on,
I'm gonna keep on roaming gonna sing my song.
I want you to sing it, sing it,
sing it, sing it along.
I want you to sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it along

There you ahve is music junkies! The Whoo Hooo is officially posted(better late than never). You know the drill: First to post the original artist and song title will win the highly coveted and most fought over WHOO HOOO of the WEEK! Good luck all!

Mother May I (Forthcoming Part4)

2005-09-23T17:19:00.000-05:00

She awaited me to clear the rooms. All we needed was for a 'cider, or much worse, to be lurking in the darkened bedrooms upstairs. Each room was scanned and checked. Nothing but the dark and wind whistling throught the windows. "Bring the kids in here", I walked into the first bedroom and flipped the bed onto its side. Pushing it into the corner, "keep them back here and as quiet as you can, they are hunting. They know we are here, but let's not make it easy for them". I closed the door that led to the hall and warded it. Should hold. I went to the opposite door and went into what was the master bath. The place had been rumaged though and all the items that a bathroom held were scattered on the floor. Picking through I found a few items that would come in handy. Alcohol, diet pills, tylenol, iodine, band aids, toilet paper, you know the things one needs.
Maybe I have seen one to many horror movies, but I pulled the shower curtain back and found....nothing. I pulled the curtain hard and let it fall to the floor. No sense in being under cautious you know. I heard the first bayings while I was pondering the curtain. Leaving the bath I went into the bedroom again and listened at he door. The barking and baying were close, they were in the house, downstairs. The doors were warded but the windows were useless. Thats how they got in, I am sure.
Looking in on Ann and seeing her with the kids brought overwhelming sorrow to me. They were trusting me, thinking I can save them. How can I explain taht there is no way out? That what is happening is not just a phase or invasion that we can repel? Hell is on Earth and humanity is doomed. Nothing can stop it. Humans will become slaves of the damned and all we are doing is prolonging the inevitable. I looked back at them one more time. Why did I bring them here? What possible reason could I have? I didn't know them, had no real reasons to want to help them. They are just a hinderance to me, in my way, a distraction that I can't afford. They will get me killed and they will die too. That's the hard part. Knowing that I will have caused their death. A scratching sounded on the door, the door knob turned.....The ward held. Good. At least that is something. I sat next to the window and looked outside. A peaceful pink sunset had given way to the darkness of a long night. An eternal night possibly.
Something slammed against the door from the outside, the barking contined to grow, one, two five! five in all. A large pack to be sure. As long as we hold out here and the words hold we will be ok, for awhile. I rechecked the wards and sat against the wall next to the window. From my pack I took out a small mirror, like the ones women use for make-up, and placed it on the window seal. Actaully, there is no occult reason for this. Yes yes. the legend that a demon will see it self and flee in terror. Crap, all crap. Don't they realize thhese things have seen and created far worse terrors than an ugly face? However it does have a practical reason.
I sat back against the wall, even through the amphetamines the weariness grew in me. I leaned back against the wall and rested. Was there anything I could do? Uriel, curse his name for all eternity, had made it quite clear. He offered me lone chance to return to him. I refused. The dream binding he used was one of my mothers greatest skills. You have to have a bond with someone to do it. My mother not only had a blood bond, but she also had........nevermind my sins are known and I can't hide from her because of it.
At the age of 15 I performed my first sacrifice to Uriel, well actually the first one that mattered. Animals are not to his liking. After it was over mother and I celebrated in teh way that was prescribed. I laughed, presrcibed, like sex can just be prescribed.
"What did you do for a living Ann"? the question broke the silence. "I was a temp secretery at the agency, why"? "No reason Ann, just wondering".
Something hit the door again. Hmmm the sudden silence, hitting the door again, that was odd. The Corabuu are dumb, but not stupid enough to think they could batter through a sound ward. It hit again, hard. I started to get up and saw in the mirror a horror that turned my blood cold. Upon silky black feathered wings, flapping in the night sky I saw it. I dove back away from the window and hid. Did it see me?
The slickness of its obvious female bady, the black wings, the pounding at the door, all led to one conclusion. "Ann get the kids into the bathroom, get in and lock the door", she hesitated." But you will....". "Ann get the kids in the fucking bathroom and do it now!", there was no time to explain. Something hit the door hard and the wood splintered. She picked up the kids and ran in, the door shut. I heard it click after a moment of hesitation.
Dammit. Harpies are here. I should have figured that. Uriel is a cold and heartless bastard that will kill you without reason or hesitation, but if my mother was involved.....
The door splintered again, one more and they would be in. The lost and the damned. The humans that have been enslaved by harpies. They do wahtever they are commanded. They are alive and not demons. My ward could not hold against them. They could bring it down.
I ran through my list of things and drew my knife. I would have to kill them. Another damning event to add to my list of sins, I am sure.
I stepped to the door and hid behind it just as it gave way. The first head peered into the room and I thrust my knife into its throat. There was a gurgling sound, and blood. Lots of that. I saw the second pull teh no dying man away from the door and cautiously peered into the room. I swung my knife in a downward arch trying to catch it in the back of the neck. The weariness must have gotten to me because it jumped back and I missed it completely. Off balance and weak already I spun forward and lost my footing. I fell into a heap in front of the door. The man just looked at me. He stepped through the now shattered door frame.......

Tease! There you go guys a little to keep you wondering. Heh. I will finish sometime soon. You hope.

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK; WINNER

2005-09-19T20:33:00.000-05:00

Music fans we have a winner. The first time winning the Whoo Hoo is always a big thrill. So let me say congrats to Wes who has won this weeks Whoo Hooo. He did get both the original artist and the title. OK, so this one was a bit of a trick question hehe. Thosew of you who know me knew eventually I would throw a trick or two into this game. Keeps you on your toes. BTW new record time also goes to wes who got it in less than 4hrs, tough time to beat all, since no one knows when I will post this thing. Congrats to my blog brother Wes!
Now for the give credit where credit is due. This weeks Whoo Hooo you really had to follow the directions carefully. Original artist music fans. Ktreva, yes JP did a version of Diamonds and Rust, how could you not have gotten the name? Its in the lyrics hon. The original artist was of course Joan Baez and not JP. Nice try though Ktreva.

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK

2005-09-19T17:05:00.000-05:00

Music fans, Meatal Heads and Alternative Junkies, It is time again for the Whoo Hooo of the week. No big intro, no words of wisdon, just the music.

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

There you go folks, a song to match my mood. You know the drill. First to post original artist and song title wins the WHOO HOOO! Good Luck All.

Title: Mother May I (Forthcoming Part 3)

2005-09-18T19:16:00.000-05:00

Humanity is unique amongst all the creatures that walk this planet. It all has to do with a single, simple yet complicated emotion called love. Love, it has been debated, composed, written and performed for untold centuries, yet no one has fully explaned it. Let me. Love is the complete and total giving of oneself to another in such a way that the two become a sinlge living entity. Although the two have become one in thought and deed, each still reamins an individual in his or her own right. Each reamins self, to better serve and assist the other. This is the secret of love. Both are one yet either one is both and both are themselves.
The horrid lurking fears that stalk us now know no such emotion. The closest thing that they have is called assimilation. A blasphemous and cursed thing if ever there was one. When one demon gains power over the other it assimilates and totally consumes the other. The shell of the consumed is left to serve and do the bidding of the master. Never again to have its free will and never has the choice of saying no. It is a type of feeding they require. They cannot experience love, so they subsist on lust and gluttony, devouring each other and taking over all the lessers that the previous has "loved" in the past. A few mortals have undergone this "love", few of them ever live long enough to tell the tale.
The darkness swam over me in cascading waves. I fought against it, but my body has been wracked with hunger and its lifeforce has been seriously weakened. I can't fight it any longer. I just want to embrace the darkness and let it take me into its cool comfortable embrace.
I felt the warm sensation of a touch on my face. A warm soft touch like that of a lover. I opened my eyes to a far different scene than what I remembered. The sun shown brightly, and the green lush grass and trees welcomed me to this environment. I scanned across the horizon and saw a woman, A flowing gown of silk, the palest of blue, clung to her body. I knew her. I tried to stand but my body simply refused to obey and I slipped and fell back to the earth. The grass was cool and welcoming as I started to drift into a slumber.
"Lover, you must not sleep yet, there is more to know", her voice roused me in ways that only a woman can with her lover. I forced my body to respond and stood. The ground seemed to support me as I found the strength to stand. I tested my new strength and began to walk toward my lover. "Why are we here love, what is this place"? My questions were returned to me. "Do you not remeber this place my love, do you not remember what we did here"? her voice brought back memories, ones that I wish were long forgotten.
"Yes, I do remember, and I know you now. You should not have come here and should not have brought me here either. You are endangering me", I tried with all my might to force understanding upon her, she just smiled. " It is not I that have called you", her voice took on a malice that I was so used to and so afraid of.
The ground began to tremble, slight at first then building in intensity. The earth beneath me heaved upwards and I was throw back to the ground hard. The earth split open and the crevasse that opened spewed forth a vile stench.
I fought to keep from losing both my stomach and my sanity. Waves of sheer malevolence washed up out of the crevasse, threatening to overwhelm me. Slowly a figure began to rise from the black opening in the earth. Slowly a pair of once white wings crested the edge. Once white, now filthy with crusted blood, dirt and many other unnameable substances. The figure borne aloft on these wings rose into view. If the Angels of Heaven were watchng, they would turn away in disgust. A blood spattered robe hung loosely around its body and as it rose from the pit, the malevolence only deepened.
"You", its voice was like the honeyed venom. Sickenly sweet yet filled poisonous death. "You are causing me great pains little one, Your lover wishes me to spare you, why should I listen to her".
He held all the cards, without the needed preperations I could not ward myself, I could not protect myself, there was nothing I could do to protect myself. Even if I had the time and needed ingredients, a warding against one of the True Fallen, rarely, if ever worked.
"Uriel, Fallen Angel of Darkness, I have turned from you, you hold no power over me any longer, In the name of the Holy Three, I command you to depart", my voice had lost all confidence and I was more pleading than commanding, not a good thing at all. "My child, son born of union, you did not always teat me with such disrespect, perhaps your mother can humble you", his face twisted in rage as he turned to the woman in the blue gown. She walked to me, I tried to run but found no strength. This is it, today I die, no chance at all, nothing I learned would save me now. The woman whom I called mother and lover placed her hands on my shoulders then slapped me hard. "My son, listen to us, you are fighting a losing war against who you are. Release your hatred of us, return to the love you once knew"
"No".
She slapped me hard upon hearing my answer. She slapped me again.
Funny thing how dreams often steal things from the real world isn't it?
"Wake up, Oh God wake up", "come on wake up they are coming again"! Anns voice pleaded with me as she slapped me a third time. The incantations cast at the thing out the window had stolen my consiousness. How long was I out? What the Hell is she babbling about? "They are out there, Those dog things you said would follow us, please wake up"! Her voice was near panick, as I crawled up the wall to look out the broken window frame. Dammit, the Corabuu were hunting, us to be precise. "Get the kids upstairs, I'll ward the doors and join you", slowly I walked to the doors, placing the warding as I had done before. I took out the bottle of amphetamines I had been using for days. I took the last two. This was going to be a long night. Night? I must have been out all day. Well, no rest for the wicked they say, no rest for me either. I walked up the stairs to the bedrooms. My pack was low on just about everything I needed. Maybe, we would be lucky, or maybe not.

That's enough for today kiddies. Conclusion will be Forthcoming. Hehehe Pun definatley intended.

Title: Born of the Night, part 2

2005-09-16T13:04:00.000-05:00

Leaning against the door my mind raced as I tried to come up with something that might actually help. Ann had the kids hiding behind an overturned table. Several were crying and she was doing a good job of quieting them. I rumaged through my pack and found the stick of chalk that I was looking for. Perhaps a binding? No a binding requires a sacrifice, and other than a bag of cheetos or a twinkie from the vending machines I didn't have anything to offer. Not even the blackest demon from Hell would accept a month old twinkie as a sacrifice. That thought brought a smile to my face, and the jarring of the door behind me wiped it back off. The thing was trying to push the door open. I reached over and held the doorknob. It was trying to turn it! The image of the things I saw stalking outside and the fact it was smart enough to know how to use the doorknob identified the creatures in my memory.
Corabuu.
Nasty, wicked, filthy creatures. They are not one of the original Fallen, but ones who have died since then. They are about the size of a large dog, weighing about 200 lbs. They are covered in matted fur, with numerous patches of sickly, mottled skin showing through. The skin is covered in festering boils and blisters that constanty weep a grey green ooze that smells like rotting flesh. The skull of a Corabuu is vaguely dog shaped with a human face stretched across it tightly. The body is lanky and the front legs are much longer that the rear, lending them a gorrilla like posture more than that of a dog. The back legs end in a pair of wickedly sharp claws that can easily rip through flesh, but it is the front legs that worry me the most. At the end of the muscled front legs is a fully functional set of human hands. Perfectly working and not a scar or cut on them. It is said that the Corabuu were murderers that prefered killing with their bare hands, so their hands were kept perfect as an eternal reminder of their sins.
A warding. That's what I will have to do. The Corabuu are far stronger than a human and I will not be able to hold the door long against one, let alone a hunting pack of them. Using the chalk I marked the door with the Star of David, Half on the door and half on the doorjam, so that with the door closed it form a seal. Above that I chalked in a cross, the same way as the Star. Below that I wrote my name, from the bottom up in large letters. I chanted a simple incantation and the cryptic symbols glowed breifly the faded into the darkness again. Outside the door the thing yelped and then growled low. It must have been touching the door when the incantation took effect. Sure, just what I need, not only is it out there with more on the way, but now it knows we are in here and it will be very unhappy with me for hurting it. Just peachy.
I shined my light across the room again, desperatly looking for something, anything, that would help. My light lingered on a sign hanging above the sink next to the vending machines. ALL EMPLOYEES MUST WASH THEIR HANDS BEFORE RETURING TO WORK.
Sink, wash hands, means water. Water! Yes! I quickly ran over to the sink and said a mental prayer that the water was still on. Turning the faucet handle I offered another quick prayer of thanks when it came splashing out. This would work. A cleansing! Cleansings are simple rituals that will purge the tainted from an area. I had the few ingredients needed, A large quantity of water, Holy water that is needed to bless it, and ......
Salt, I need salt. Quicly flashing the light around the room I found a salt shaker that was once on the tables.
In medieval times salt was believed to be the purest substance on Earth, due to its unmarred white color.
I grabbed up a bucket from the corner and began to fill it. I poured the salt into the bucket as it filled. The chant began slowly, as the bucket filled. I slipped the silver vial from my coat pocket and as I ended the incantation allowed one drop of Holy water to drip into the bucket. I shut the water off and tasted the water in the bucket. Cool, almost sweet, the blessing was completed and The cleansing could begin.
"Sarah, come back here, right now, I mean it!", Anns voice whisperd in the darkness, but was growing louder and more insistant. I shined the light in her direction with the intent of telling her shut up. I saw a young girl, 6 maybe, walking slowly yet steadilky to the door. A slightly older boy joined Anns pleading. "Sissy, come on back, it's not safe over there". "Sissy, Sarah don't go near the door"! His voice was full of fear and he was starting to move after her. Ann lost her grip on him and he bolted after his younger sister. He grabbed her and tried to pull her back to the group. Her eyes stared blankly at him and with one pushed shoved him hard into the wall next to her.
Damn, The Corabuu are smart, they have "talents" that go beyond just their strength. The one outside must have toucher her mind and was guiding and directing her. Right to the door. They could not break the ward, but if it was opened from our side.......
I jumped in front of the young girl and put both hands on her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks. She tried a few more steps and then looked up at me. The blank stare turned into a snarl that was nngodly horrific and she swiped at my face. The clawing motion slashed down my face, although it did no harm it momentarily broke my hold on her and she resumed her walk to the door. I turned and tackled the young girl. "SARAH!" The young boy screamed and jumped on my back. He began punching me in the back and neck. "Dammit kid, she has been dominated, if you want to help her then help me hold her down!". "Robbie Leave him alone, he is trying to help", Anns voice affected the boy and climbed off my back and took his sister by the feet. He tried to hold her legs down as I sat on her chest. I again took the silver vial from my jacket pocket and began mumbling a prayer. I let one drop fall from the vial onto the girls lips. She began thrashing her head back and forth trying to loosen the hold on her by Robbie and me. Suddenly she stopped thrashing and drew in a deep breath. Sputtering and coughing from the Holy water she began to cry. I guess anyone that had seen the inner mind of a hellspwn deserved to cry. "Take her back to Ann, Robbie, She will be ok now".
The worst part of being dominated is that you can actually see what the demon is doing to you and can't do a thing to stop it. Oh, there is also the fact that you don't breathe when they have you in control. You can feel your body fighting for air, but unless the controller lets you, you don't. You will die soon unless they let you breathe or the hold is broken somehow.
I returned to my mop bucket of Blessed water and pushed it over to the door. I reached out to the door. "You're not going to open that are you?", Ann voice was full of horror . "Actaully, yes I am" as bluntly as I could state it. "He is donimanated, just like Sarah was"!, Robbies voice rang out clear in the room. "We gots to stop him"!. This time Ann held on to him. I could have taken the time to explain it, why bother none of them would understand it anyway. I pulled the door open in one motion. The Corabuu out side the door looked up at me. We stared at each other for the merest of seconds. When one stres eye to eye with a demon it seems like it lasts for all eternity.
"Beasts foul, thou are not welcome here, I command thee in the name of the Holy Three, get thyself away and return to the Hell that spwned thee", I shouted directly at the thing in front of me. It reeeled back at the mention of the Holy Trinity, but merely laughed at me at the end. A gurgling, like that of a drowning man came from its throat" we are where we were spawned, mortal". It stepped closer to me and reached out with one hand. "I will feast upon your heart tonight!", the blackest arrogance uttered from its mouth, full of hate spite and loathing.
"You shall feast upon the flames of Hell this night, Corabuu", it stepped back when I mentioned its name. Too late for it to realize I was not an unlearned mortal, like the ones he was used to hunting. I kicked the bucket over and the blessed water washed across the floor onto the beast. The water took on a life of its own as it flowed across the room and filled every corner. The demon began to howl in pain. Wisps of smoke began to rise from its feet where it was standing on the now Blessed surface. Its howling became more painful and louder as it tried to turn and run from the room. The wet floor madi it slip and it fell to the floor in a heap. The Blessed water flowed over it body and smoke was rising off of it rapidly. It began to scream and howl. I stepped to its back and took out my knife. "You are an outcast of this Earth, you have no reason to visit here again. Begone hound of Lucifer, return to thy master." I jammed the knife into the things skull and its howling and screaming stopped. It slumped unmoving to the floor. The smoke drifting up to the ceiling hung in the air motionless for a second, then dissipated into nothing.
"Ann, we have to go now! The death of this one wil cause the others to flee, but they will return. Gather what you can from the maching, get the kids and let's go.", I gave the directions as I walked to the outer door. Yes, the others were running down the street oposite us. They are cowards really, oneof them dying and being sent back to Hell will drive the pack off, but they always return. I stepped over a pile of blackened goo that was the remains of teh 'cider i dispatched earlier. It couldn't escape the blessed water either.
We left the bus terminal and headed to the outskirts of town. Ann carried one child, I carried another. Robbie and Sarah walked between Ann and I. "It's getting dark we should be inside when darkness comes". I scanned a vacant house on teh street. The hounds will return and they will be looking for us. I can keep them out of there", I pointed to the house. "We should hole up in there till tomorrow".
We entered the house and began to barracade the doors. "Is it true that they feed on fear"? Ann was wiping the sweat from her forhead as she asked me a common question. "No, they feed on us, fear just makes us taste better to them", no sense in hiding the truth, she will have to learn if she wants to live.
"How do you know all this, I mean whatever that was you did back there and what you did for Sarah, how did you know"?
How do I explain that? Do I tell her that the first 6 years of my life I lived in a cage? Do I tell her that I was the child of a cult ritual? Do I tell her that I spent more hours studying the occult that she did sleeping? How do you tell someone that the people you were raised by probably caused this event? How do you explain that you spent most of your adult life trying to atone for sins you commited when you were 10? How do I explain that I was born of the night?
"You learn things when you survive this long, that's all", she knew the lie when I spoke it, but said nothing.

Title: Born of the Night

2005-09-15T19:23:00.000-05:00

Humanity has always feared the night. Children are born with an inborn fear of the dark. Somewhere along the way we lose that fear. Such a pity, many would still be alive if it weren't for that.
More than a month has passed since the event that many are calling The Judging. Judgement Day, the Apocolypse, or Hell on Earth, whatever you wish to call it, it is here. Early in the event the media tried hard to find ways of blaming it on just about everything but the truth. Nuclear mutations, North Korean soldiers, terrorism, you name it they blamed it. Is it so hard for people to believe that the Fallen Angels now walk the Earth? Apparently so.
I slipped between two burned out cars on my way across the square. The stench was horrid. The stench of the dead. From my hiding space I could see the reason. A dozen people had been crucified on the light poles surrounding the bus station. They've been there awhile. Stalking amongst the corpses I could make out shapes. Things best avoided. Don't give me any of that "heroic last stand crap". I can show you a hundred corpses of the heroes that stood up. I am by no means a coward, and by no means a corpse.
I slipped through the shell of one of the burned out busses right up to the bus terminal doors. So far, so good. The things creeping near the corpses were hungry, that's why they are congrgating here. My plan was to slip through the terminal and out the back, unseen would be best.
The doors hung open as I ducked through them quickly. I stopped and hid behind a row of chairs. If they saw me they would be howling, drawing the others into a pack....to hunt. I was greatly appreciative of the silence that followed. They were busy trying to figure out how to get the corpses down. Good.
As I quietly walked through the abandoned station I saw the vending machines, the ticket counter and several other things I won't mention. "vending machines", my stomach growled at the thought of food. How long has it been since I have eaten? Several days I guess. Looking them over I decided it was too risky to break the glass with them outside. Of course the power is out and who has money nowadays anyway. Damn, I'm hungry.
I started out the back side of the station. The maintenence door was jammed open by.....well I am assuming its the maintenance man, or what is left of him anyway.
I carefully pushed passed the downed man and crept into the shadows of the room beyond. Something moved. I stood stone still, not even breathing. It moved again, instinct begged me to bolt from the room and run. I fought down that impulse and remained still. Slowly I reached into my pack and found my flashlight. If it was going to attack me I needed to see what it was. I waited for the movement again, then quickly turned and shined the light at where I thought it was. There, standing in the darkness, was a man. A deep red line ran across his neck. The blue coveralls he wore were darkened and it wasn't much of a guess as to what darkened them.
"Damn, just waht I need a freaking 'cider", the statement made the thing look at me and it started walking toward me. 'Ciders are those that were driven mad by the horrors they witnessed and took their own lives instead of dealing with it. Hell is now here on Earth, so they get to stay here. As the thing shambled toward me, I slid the knife on my hip out of its sheath. They are very slow and easily taken care of, but it needed to be done quietly. They don't speak, part of the curse of being a 'cider I am told. No rest for the wicked and no one can hear their tales. The blade I carry is something I have had since before the Judging. It is a long slender blade, mostly made for stabbing, but its edge is charp enough for what I need to do. More importantly than that, it is blessed. It reamined in the basin of Holy water for over a year. That is what I needed more than the edge right now. The thing was close and it reached out for me. I ducked under its clumsy grasp and slid in behind it. Two quick slashes and the hamstrings were severed. The blessed blade easily cut through the flesh of the damned soul and it collapsed to the floor, unable to bear its own weight. The rest is rather messy so I won't bore you with the details, but it involves complete seperation of the limbs and head. Oh, that doesn't kill them, the parts stay alive, but it keeps them from coming after you.
I scanned the room with my flashlight quickly, made mental note of where things were and doused the light. Batteries were scarce and no need to waste them. I took the keys from the thing I just dispatched and went toward the closed door across the room. The door yeilded with out a key and I pulled it open fully. No need to hide, if something were in here it would have done something by now. I will never make the mistake of having that thought again. You don't live long making mistakes, let alone twice.
A blood curdling, high pitched scream shattered the silence, followed by something bashing into my forhead. It didn't hit hard but it was enough for me to jump back out of the door. I was pushing the door shut when I heard something I hadn't in weeks. "Sarah, shhhhh, its ok, its gone now, Robbie scared it away", her voice was calm and the the childs scream ahd turned to a gentle sobbing. "Actaully no, Robbie didn't scare anyone off, he might have pissed me off by hitting me in the head lady, but I am still here", I rubbed at the sore sopt on my head trying to figure out this situation. A lady and at least two kids, hiding in the darkened room. "Look, lady I am going to come back into the room, just don't bash me again ok"?
"Mister we don't want anything from you, and we really don't want you here, just go ok"? her voice was panicky but she held the tone down to a controlled level. "Look lady, I'm not going to hurt you or the kids you got in there, just let me come in and close the door. Those things out there probably heard her scream and they will be checking it out".
"Well......" she was undecided, I could tell that. She was trying to protect herself and those kids. The things outside were only one of the fears she has to worry about. The people that are left alive are not too friendly most of the time and being a woman........
"Ok, but you stay over there on the door side of the room and don't even come over here got that"? Her voice was hovering between fear and compassion. She was afraid of me, but on the same hand knew what I said was true about the things out there. I quietly stepped into the room and closed the door. I slumped down with my back against the door. I rumaged through my pack and found my light again. When I turned it on to look through my pack for something to eat, like I had anything, she spoke again. "You have a light? Could you shine it over on the wall where the vending machines are, we got one opened but I think its empty now". I panned the light around and saw for the first time I was in a break room or something like that. One of the machines was broken into and yes it was empty, but the other two were still intact. I walked over to them and looked at the ring of keys I took from the maintenance guy. "Well, I will be damned, I got the keys!", It was almost a whisper but she heard it and was standing by my side almost instantly. "Really?, will you...." she saw me looking at her. "I am sorry about not wanting you to come in but.....", she looked back at the kids. Four of them in all.
"Lady I undrestand. Let me open one up and see what we have." They key turned and I swung the door open. She looked at me again. "Go on Ladies and children first" I smiled at stepped away from the machine. My stomach cursed at me. "My name is Ann" her voice was quiet but pleasant. "Hello Ann my name is...". A sudden Howl broke our quiet conversation and I heard something prowling outside the door. "Dammit they heard, keep the kids quiet and on the far side of the room, do it now, do it quietly". She obeyed without hesitation. I leaned my back against the door and held it shut. If they hear us we will be stuck here along time. The howl will bring more of them and that will definately not be a good thing to deal with. Now if we can reamin quiet maybe it will go away.......

Ok all thats enough for tonight. Keep your eyes peeled the conclusion is coming soon!

Outside My Window...Right Now!

2005-09-15T15:48:00.000-05:00

There is a HUGE freaking blackbird outside my window right now. Now, Wes is the resident expert on Ravens Rooks and Crows so maybe he would know exactly which this particular one is. It is HUGE!!!!! It's gotta be 2 1/2 to 3 feet tall. It is just standing there in the yard and squawking at me. Yes I know it is sqawking at me. I keep looking out the window, as I am typing this, and I swear it is looking at me! Odd thing is it is raining pretty good and the thing is just standing there. A sign perhaps, since I just posted the question "should I keep the story going"? Wes, is that a good omen or no?

An Interesting Question

2005-09-15T15:30:00.000-05:00

Hello to all of you out there looking into my little site here on the internet.
An interesting question was posed to me the other day. I sent that question out to a few trusted people and got their responses, so let me pose it to the people who actually read this regulary.
Does anyone want me to continue posting stories that follow the story set forth in Forthcoming?
I have one more finished (how the main character met Ann) and I have one more almost finished (the next day right after Forthcoming). If you think I should or shouldn't post a comment and let me know!

Job Shadow #2

2005-09-14T21:39:00.000-05:00

Tonights job shadow post is brought to you by the letter 7.
Sponsered by Whabam suppositories, when you gotta go and can't.... Whabam!
Tonight I shadowed Bob. There is a reason why everyone at work wants to "be like Bob". Bob is one of the best and most professional nurses I know. Following him around I often thought to myself...Damn this guys good! Even during the hectic med passes, Bob always seemed to be on top of things. He showed me the proper way of doing things.....then showed me how it worked in the real world. A fun time and lots of business, Bob is good at what he does. Although the wrestling match with the convieniece box was a bit of hilarity to the night. Seems like you just can't stuff as many med cards into that box as it looks like you can. Being true to his reputation of "Wonder Bob", he managed to fit the meds in with only a few moments of doubt! Oh, and BTW the brownie recipe that I have been working on for almost two years was a HUGE hit! Gotta take care of your staff you know. Laura, had you not made such a fuss about the dress code, perhaps I would have baked for you too.

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK; Winner!

2005-09-13T14:10:00.000-05:00

I think I should just create a short file so all I have to do is cut and paste this guys info! Congratulations goes out to contagion, once again he has broken the land speed record for the Whoo Hooo and has become the first triple crown winner at the same time! Geez, I am beginning to think I will have to break down and list some country song to confuse him! Wait, I must be sick, did I just say a country song? Not on this site sister! Congrats to contagion, you 80's metal freak!
Now for the give credit where credit is due. Although I too am not a serious Exodus fan, the Fabulous Disaster album simply rocks! With songs like Verbal razors, that was the correct answer, and Toxic Waltz, this cd is good for all those moments when you just want to beat the crap out of anything that gets in your way. Many are the times that I popped this one in the player and head banged to the speed metal! Thanks to Exodus for one helluva jam! BTW, I didn't think any radio station on earth would play these guys.

Job Shadow #1

2005-09-12T22:31:00.000-05:00

Tonight I had the distinct pleasure of shadowing nurse Laura at work. Please note: I shadowed NOT stalked! As part of the requirements of my sentance.....er curriculum, I have to shadow 5 different people within the nursing field. In order to get an appreciation for what a "professional" nurse does. I must say that barring one minor disagreement on dress code, Laura was very professional. I had a fun time, I think I would have learned more if I hadn't already done a med pass at work, on the same floor that Laura works. However, she was full of wonderful tricks of the trade. If you are ever in need of a "silver bullet"; 1. you poor bastard 2. Laura knows the routine well! In a way that kinda frightens me Laura. Anywhoo, I was very happy that she was my first shadow experience. Thank you Laura!
Once Jason and I take over we WILL discuss the dress code again!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK!

2005-09-12T22:05:00.000-05:00

Hello once again music fans, It is time for the one and only, fabulous, much anticipated Whoo Hooo. Before I begin a quick warning to those of you playing along at home. These lyrics are not for children and should come with an "Hey no kids" rating. You have been told. As promised, this week I bring forth something a bit more obscure. Pouring over my modest music archive, I offer the follow song. I had to look all the way back to the year of my High School graduation to find one this obsucre. With no more delay, The Whoo hooo of the Week!

Every time I see your grinning face
I realize you're a pitiful disgrace
So many fingers pointing down at you
Talking behind your back and you don't have a clue
Parading around like you think you're god
You're just a cheap imitation, a complete and total fraud
I'm sick of hearing all your bragging and your lies
A real born loser and that's no surprise

You said your father died in Vietnam
But you're a bastard son with a whore for a mom
Mirror magnet, smelling like a rose
You plastic motherfucker, all you do is pose
Conceited, self-righteous, and arrogant
Your head is so hollow there's enough room to rent
Little big man, so full of shit
Just shut up, you damn hypocrite

Verbal razors - cut you down to size
I'm sick of wading through your bullshit
I see through your disguise
Verbal razors - slice you to the bone
You've been abandoned
And now you're all alone

You lost your job because you're incompetent
Everybody hates you, your friends all came and went
The facade is getting old, we're hip to your charade
You mother has disowned you, your wife's out getting laid
Evicted from your condo, now you're living in a shack
Sitting on your ass shooting up and smoking crack
Now look in the mirror, and tell me what you see
A strung-out junkie with a college degree!

Nobody cares if you're alive or dead
We've had enough of being used and misled
You've pissed on everyone you've ever met
Now you're digging through the trash looking for a cigarette
No one's there to lend you a hand
You better help yourself, 'cause I hope you understand
Self-centered, back-stabbing egotist
Don't fuckin' ask for favors, 'cause you're on my blacklist

Verbal razors - cut you down to size
I'm sick of wading through your bullshit
I see through your disguise
Verbal razors - slice you to the bone
You've been abandoned
And now you're all alone

There you have it music fans. Remember the warning on the lyrics, this one is not for the young! As Always, first to post both original artist and song title will win the coveted Whoo Hooo of the week! Will Ktreva regain her title of fastest winner? Will contagion be the first triple winner? Will Wes finally win one? Or will chemical nova stump you all and win his first Whoo Hooo? Its all up to you. Log in and post you shot at glory with the WHOO HOO of the WEEK!

Forthcoming: Part 2

2005-09-11T19:01:00.000-05:00

Two more shots, thats all. The tendrills on the beast's head began to twitch and shiver. It was breaking free from the incantation. I had little time to react. I lifted the bow and prepared to draw the string. I felt a slight tugging at my jacket. It was one of the older children, about 8 if I had to guess. He was saying something. The alien sylables still poured from my mouth, as my tongue twisted and rolled in ways that humans were not meant to be able to perform. It really didn't matter, merely looking into his eyes was enough to convey the message he wanted to say. Pain, fear, anguish, loss, but more than that, dispair. I knew what he felt, I had felt it dozens of times before. She and his sister was all he had left, and he wanted me to do something for her.I fumbled through my pocket for the silver vial that I carried. He saw me use it before on the one he called sister, I hope he remembered what to do.
I returned my gaze to the creature outside. More animated than before, it was beginning to thrash about trying to free itself from the binding. The bow drew easily back and I was relieved to see The Silver Arrow of Condemnation materialize there. I had not broken concentration and the incantation was correct. The shot was difficult at best. It had to remain imbedded in the beast. Worse yet, it was to be aimed at the soft flesh of the abdomen. It had to logde in the creatures bowels. That meant I had to peirce the flesh, but still hit bone to keep it in place. The thrashing of the creature would make it hard, but if the arrow struck home, its thrashing would stop. Time was not my ally, each passing second brought the creature closer to breaking the binding. It was now or all was lost. The arrow flew true and struck the beast in the side. It stopped moving, and dropped to the ground on its back. I could see its face, illuminated by the three arrows peircing its flesh. It looked into my mind again.
"Why, my love?" Its visage changed again to that of my lost love. I saw the tears stream dowm my lovers face. It cried openly and weeped tears of pain and anguish. "I never meant this to hurt you, can't you understand that"? "I did this for us".
A black rage swept over me. It no longer mattered why this had happened or even that it did. The beast was either toying with me or my lost love had admitted she gave herself willing to the degenerate fallen of the deepest abyss. The rage swept through my mind and nearly caused me to stumble on the incantation. The final shot could not be made in malice. It could only be made with the conviction of banishing something so foul, that it did not belong on this earth.
Behind me cam a sputtering sound. I glanced back and saw that she was sitting awake again. The boy did it! He remembered that the holy water inside the vial could break a minor incantation from the demons that now infested our world. Ann, that was her name, was sitting up and holding the children, trying to calm them. Her look to me was one of thanks, as the tears streamed down her cheeks. I found her and the children hiding in an abandoned bus terminal. The fact I found them still weighs heavily on me. I could not leave them, they would be killed, or much worse. Yet, If they continued with me, that same fate could not be completely ruled out.
Fatigue was my main enemy now. The hellspawns trick of using my lovers face was not going to work. I fought down the rage with in me, but the incantation was taking its toll. The final arrow would draw much of my strength from me. The first three were powered by the Faith, but the last was powered by my own lifeforce.
I haven't slept in days. The amphetamines I use to stay awake are running low. Ann and I stopped eating two days ago, so that the children might still have something. I was weakening with each syllable that came from me. The realization that I no longer controlled the spell was almost a relief, almost. It had taken on a force of its own. Willing itself to be cast. To smite one of the blackest abominations that could be. I fought down fear. The incantaition could not be stopped now even if I wanted it! It could drain my life completely! Martyrdom was not exactly what they needed right now, they needed me.
I stared blankly at the still unmoving form of the beast. Its visage was still that of my lover, but its expression had turned from sorrow to fear. It knew I was going to kill it now. I lifted the bow. This shot simply had to hit, didn't matter where as long as it did. The exhaustion was overwhelming. My knees began to tremble. Now, it had to be now. I drew the bow back and the arrow that appeared frightened me far more than the thing outside the window. It was blood red wreathed in flames of pure righteuos fury. I felt so pathetic and miserable next to it. The full wrath of the Angels in heaven were focused on this one arrowand it was I, a lowly sinner and damned soul, that called it forth.
It shot itself, that is the only way I can say it. I remember letting it go and remember slumping to the floor in darkness. I remember hearing the screaming. Ann, the children, the thing outside, but most of all I remember my own screams as I let loose the final shot. One of millions of them were killed this night. One of millions no longer stalk humankind. As the beast and I screamed in unison we both screamed for different reasons. I screamed to find saftey, to find peace and to find a place where Ann and her children could be safe. It screamed because the final arrow pierced its fleash, It screamed because of the raw power the Angels of Heaven imbued the arrow with. It screamed because it could see its Creators face. It screamed because it knew its judgment was forthcoming.
We still walk together. Ann the children and I. One day, perhaps, our peace will be forthcoming, but for now.....we survive.

Title: Forthcoming

2005-09-10T19:31:00.000-05:00

"It saw me! Oh my God, it saw me, I'm sure!". Her voice was on the verge of hysterics. She was trying so hard to keep her voice down but, the shrill piping of it told me she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. "Then I will have to kill it", I tried to remain as calm as possible, to be a re assurance to her. She has kept the children quiet the whole time, quite a feat for her I am sure.
I stepped to the window. The broken frame hung uselessly, as did the curtain she was trying to close. The power had come back on unexpectedly. I cursed CIPS for the untimely power reinstation. In the darkness we would have been hidden. It saw her when she was closing the curtain. I did not have much time before it acted against us. Looking out the window I saw it. There are no mortal words that can be penned to descibe what was standing there in the yard. I locked gaze with it. I felt the corrupted filth that was its soul, and it found the darkened corners of my mind. It pushed and tugged at them, trying to find the edge it needed to make me fall into the abyss of Darkness.
The incantation tumbled from my lips, as if it had a life and will of its own. All went dark. The power failed again. It was on just long enough for us to be seen, and now, when I needed it to mark my target, it failed. My first shot had to be precise. Four in all is what it would take, but without the first one, the others meant nothing. The power surged in my mind then I felt it coalesce in my hand. The golden longbow looked as if it should be wielded by an Arch Angel, not by me. The darkness would make marking the shot difficult, it had to be perfect or nothing would come of it. I drew the string back. A shaft of pure white light formed between the string and the bow. It saw the arrow. In that moment I saw it again. Was that the face of my lost lover it was wearing? It matters not. If it was my lover, she was possesed and killing her would be the only way to free her tortured soul. If she had given herself willing to it, the she deserved the fate that awaited.
The first shot flew from the bow. Striking it fully in the chest. Perfect shooting, even in the darkness. The Arrow of Binding would hold the abomination so that it could not teleport away. The endless incantation still spilled forth from my lips. I was only vaguley aware of it at this time, I drew back the bow again. The Golden Shaft of Purity graced the string as I fired it toward the hellspawned creature. It struck home in the things throat. That would keep it from uttering blasphemies that would twist and bend my mind. Two more shots and it would be banished.
I heard one of the children begin to cry. I glanced back, she had collapsed to the floor. the children were all around her. They all began to cry. She had been so good with them, I hated to lose her now. If I went to her to help, I would lose the incantation and the beast would surely break free and kill us all. If I didn't.....well I dont know. I need to know what is wrong.
I looked back to the window, the beast was still held in the spell. Two more shots. Thats all, just two more........

Hey all, should I continue this? Interesting bit of writing that I recently was toying with. Most of it came from a nightmare I had a few nights ago. Let me know If I should finish it to it's conclusion!

Hurricane Katrina Victoms.....Here?

2005-09-08T21:14:00.000-05:00

It has been officially announced that 117 "refugees" (I really dislike that word) are coming to Quincy. I am thinking........Why? What reason on this planet would anyone want to come here, on purpose? Me you ask? School was my reason. Anyway, the Red Cross has asked for volunteers to assist with whatever they can do. Since I have to do some community service because of my sentance... err curriculum requirements , I thought this would be a good enough place to help out.
On a seperate note. Is anyone else out there upset with the use of the word "refugees" the way the media is using it? Or is it just me? Disaster victoms, homeless due to act of God, or even displaced New Orlenians, why refugees? Maybe I just have a stigma about the word refugee. It makes me think of people who were bombed out of there homes by some ruthless government.
I made a vow and oath that my blog was not going to be a place to rant and rave about political things so I will keep my opinions about events down there to myself. I just have a hard time believing that they are actually coming to Quincy. The local hospital is prepared to receive people, even the nursing homes here are gearing up. I'm a little more than stunned to think of the HUGE number of people that evacuated the city of New Orleans. I always wondered where people would go if an entire city was devastated. I'm not sure I like the idea of them being scattered all across the country, but what other options do they really have? Perhaps my little stint of volunteering might actually do some good.

Quotes, Quotes, and More Quotes!

2005-09-07T13:17:00.000-05:00

Hello everyone, Today i would like to post some of the amusing quotes that have been cluttering up my computer.

Come over to the dark side...we have candy. (reminds me of Jason!)

"Virtue has its reward, as does its opposite."

That is not a jury of my peers! Those are only common citizens!(my personal battlecry!)

"Insanity: a perfect rational adjustment to an insane world"

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying. (amen!)

Power corrupts. Absolute power...... is kind of neat.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner.

Conscience: the inner voice that warns us somebody is looking.

Self-respect: The secure feeling that no one, as of yet, is suspicious.

WHOO HOOO Winner!

2005-09-06T14:27:00.000-05:00

All too easy for you wasn't it contagion? contagion is a self admitted cheesy 80's metal band fanatic, so this one wasn't all that difficult. Not only did contagion beak ktreva's speed record for the fastest winner of the WHOO HOOO, but he is also the FIRST two time winner! Congratulations to contagion! You can jump to his site here.
Ok, now for the give credit where credit is due. This week being the Labor Day weekend I saw it only proper and fitting to use Poison's song 'Nothing But a Good Time. During the 80's poison cranked out a few really good hits and I remember them fondly. Ahhh the days of Look What the Cat Dragged In. Poison has been a staple of my listening needs for years. Well....except fot that Every Rose Has it's Thorn thingy, which I didn't care for. To quote one of my personal heroes " Even cool bands have to do songs that suck, in order to get chicks". Thank you to Brett and the boys for hours of jammin!
BTW, a very small honorable mention goes out to Jessica, as contagion said you got the brand. Read all instrucions carefully babe, maybe next time you can win the WHOO HOOO Of The Week! Oh and Jessica.....back off the oreo's!

WHOO HOOO of the WEEK: Holiday Edition

2005-09-05T20:08:00.000-05:00

Happy Labor Day to you all! Yes This is chemicalnova, enjoying the first Holiday he has had off this Year!
Since I am feeling very generous on this fine day off, allow me to give you possibly the easiest song I have yet to post on here. You know the rules, first to post the correct song and artist wins the WHOO HOOO!
Here goes music fans!

Now Listen
Not a dime,
I can't pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to make my girl
But right now I can't make ends meet

I'm always workin'
slavin' every day
Gotta get away from that same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think this is what I'd say

Don't need nothin'
but a good time
How can I resist
Ain't lookin' for nothin'
but a good time
And it don't get better than this

They say I spend my money on women and wine
But I couldn't tell you where I spent last night
I'm really sorry about the shape I'm in
I just like my fun every now and then

I'm always workin' slavin' every day
Gotta get away from that same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think this is what I'd say

You see I raise a toast to all of us
Who are breakin' our backs every day
If wantin' the good life is such a crime
Lord, then put me away
Here's to ya

There you have it music fans. Way too easy. Course the last few have been pretty easy haven't they? Next week I promise to have something a bit more "obscure" for you. Good luck all!

Missing: One Bag Mint Oreo's, Please Return

2005-09-03T19:27:00.000-05:00

While finishing up an assignment for my ever present Load-O-Crap that "they" call homework, I decided that I had earned a well deserved yummy. I went to the cabinet and got out my very yummy mint oreo's. Please read: two beautifully scrumptous chocolate cookies with a sugary, minty, heroine like substance squished in between. As I sat, finishing my work, I happily munched on the addiction causing yummies. Just as I was finishing my assigned work I reached up for another cookie, my victory cookie if you will, that's when it happened. Obviosly someone broke into my house, while I was diligantly working on my homework, and STOLE MY PRECIOUS MINTY GOODNESS! I was so absorbed in my homework and so dutifully entranced by the pages in front of me I did not even notice that "they"(yes I think it's the same they) broke in and emptied the bag. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! Denied my victory cookie I have this to say: To whoever invoked MY rules of ownership on MY oreo's please note: I have guns and I have sharp pointy things and I want my Minty Goodness back!
This, of course, is the only logical explanation as to how a whole, brand new bag of cookies could have disappeared.

My First Blog Month

2005-09-01T15:52:00.000-05:00

Well, this little blog-o-mine has made it past it's first month of existance. In survival terms, it means I just might make it. I only missed 3 days since its birth, but I had multiple entries on some days so it all evens out. Thank to all of you who read this, and BIG thanks goes out to BlogMom and Blog Grandfather! One for showing me what a blog is for, and the other, well.......for something I'm sure. I would also thank Blog Bro, but he aint posted in like forever so I'm not sure he still exists, and BlogSis but she ended her site. Rumor has it that Bro sold Sis for medical research and is living it up in Cancun Mexico. Well, that's what I heard!

The 'Scorp Officially Gets 500 Hits

2005-09-01T15:35:00.000-05:00

Thank You to all of you who read my little site here on the 'net. From the number of comments I get, I think there is 4 or 5 people who read this and about a dozen spammers. Thank you, to those of you that read and no thank you to the spammers! Just think, if there are only 5 of you reading this, then that means you all checked it out, on average, 100 times a piece! I appreciate the hits but, Damn, get a life will you! No really, I am a bit surprised to see that you all check my site out as regularly as you do. An honest and True Thank You to you all!

My Nest Sister Has Gone Missing!

2005-08-30T21:59:00.000-05:00

Not really, JAnn of The Mixed Up Mind of a Teacher Mom, has closed down her site. My apologies to whatever fans I have out there for not getting the link down sooner. I honestly hope to see her blogging again in the near future!

WHOO HOOO of the Week, WInner!

2005-08-30T21:12:00.000-05:00

Wow, I really thought I might have you guys on that one. NOT. Those that know me knew that this band would surely come up. This weeks winner of the Whoo Hooo goes out to Ktreva! Great job Ktreva, not only did you win the Whoo Hooo, but you did it in record time! The fastest Whoo Hooo winner to date. Hats off to you!

Ok, now for the give credit where credit is due. Of course this weeks song was Touch of Evil and the band was none other than Judas Priest. JP has given me countless hours of rockin'. Well, except for that year or so after Rob's public announcement of........ well you all know the story. Anywhoo Thanks to JP for all the ROCK. If you haven't heard the new album Angel of Retrubution, where are you at? Check it out, really classic sounding Priest!

Rules of Ownership by ChemicalNova

2005-08-30T14:16:00.000-05:00

From the handouts on toddler behavior. They were so good I decided to adopt them as my own. The Rules that is, not the toddlers.

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my hand, It's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm building or doing something, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it looks just like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If it is broken, it's yours, unless I need parts, then, it's mine.

There they are, my new rules of ownership. I will be contacting people shortly on how to transfer everything that is rightfully mine to me.

WHOO HOO of the Week! Episode Three!

2005-08-29T17:46:00.000-05:00

Hey music fans, Its time for another thrilling episode of the Whoo Hooo! After pondering for a whole 6 minutes I decided upon this for the the song in question. Befitting my dark mood I offer the following as this weeks Whoo Hooo!

You mesmerise slowly
Till I can't believe my eyes
Ecstasy controls me
What you give just serves me right

Without warning you're here
Like magic you appear
I taste the fear

I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame

In the night
Come to me
You know I want yourTouch of Evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can't resist a Touch of Evil

Aroused with desire
You put me in a trance
A vision of fire
I never had a chance

A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in

I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame

In the nightCome to me
You know I want your
Touch of Evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can't resist a Touch of Evil

Arousing me now with a sense of desire
Possesing my soul till my body on fire

A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in
I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame

You're possesing me
You're possesing me

There you go folks, dug through the archives for that one. First to post song title and original artist will win this weeks Whoo Hooo!

You Think I'm Slipping?

2005-08-28T14:44:00.000-05:00

I recently received an email from a long time friend. Bluntly put, she read the poem I posted and said "its sad, but not as dark as you put it up to be, I think your slipping" Me? slipping? You want the dark stuff? Ok here goes.

UNTIL MY DAYS ARE SPENT

Like a demon, or a siren, the darkness upon me preys
The sinister, to me doth minister, on my weakest days

A dress of the darkest hue, black from stains, that are my due
comes to torture my mind, my spirit and view

Visions haunt me, nightmares taunt me, Is there peace of mind?
Friends that passed, come at last, the dead are not so kind

They lament me, torment me, like the fury of the gale
Stop! I plead, Pause, I beg, all to no avail

The dead of my mind, guilt wracked and lusting for life
Offer me their gifts; Pain, Dispair and strife

Broken and battered, my thoughts lie tattered, memories return once more
They were lost, found, then lost again, thoughts that are no more

My mind it cries, Let me be! Keep the thoughts my own!
It laughs and jests, I'll give to you, only this I've shown!

I cannot give in, nor drop my guard, never must I relent
This vigil I keep, this battle I fight, until my days are spent.

There you have it, a bit of darkness from the mind of Joe.

Microsoft Spoke to Me!

2005-08-26T21:20:00.000-05:00

Ok, so this is what really happened :-) I was checking me email yesterday and I came across this obviously blantant scam that said I had won a Microsoft World Wide Lottery and that I was to receive 7 million US dollars. All I had to do was contact them and arrange for a small fee to process the paperwork. Since the headquarters for this lottery was in England there would be a small fee.......blah blah blah. Normally I just delete these as a typical "spam, spam, spam" type of thing. For some reason, of which I am still not really certain, I did not this time. I forwarded the entire email to Microsoft Headquarters. Well, they did say they were Microsoft and they did mention Bill Gates, so I thought, what the hell maybe Mr. Bill would like to follow through and give me the money!
Of Course THAT did not happen. However, I was surprised to see that Microsoft actually responded to me, A nice, simple, little email thanking me for letting them know. What I found to be most interesting was they gave me the name and phone number of a representative of Microsoft to call, in case I had further issues.
It wasn't the fact they offered to talk to me, it was the gentlemans name that got me.
Here it is in all of its alphabetical glory! Unni Krishnan Anupama Kumar.
Now I am in no way poking fun at him, or his name, I'm just thinking Damn, how old was he when he finally learned how to spell it correctly?

Hurricane Advisory: Katrina

2005-08-25T16:57:00.000-05:00

FORT LAUDERDALE, Fla. - Katrina became a hurricane Thursday, dumping steady rains, kicking up the surf and blowing gusty winds ashore as it crept toward an overnight landfall on Florida's densely populated southeast coast.

Actually, I just got home from Wal-Mart, Katrina accompanied me. Actaully, I accompanied her, and I assure you she did not drive over 45 mph. She in no way seemed to threaten Florida in my opinion. Threatened certain individuals yes, but innocent people in Florida no.

Whoo Hooo of the Week!

2005-08-24T13:58:00.000-05:00

Congratulations to Contagion who got this weeks WHOO HOOO! Contagion has been a friend for awhile now and its good to see him in here! You can jump to his site by clicking HERE.
Now the "give credit where credit is due". This weeks Song was The Fire Still Burns and the band was Twisted Sister. Thank you to Dee Snyder and the boys for many hours of headbanging bliss!
Honorable mention and Mental Whoo Hooo goes out to Ktreva, the wife of Contagion, for her answer. Nice try Ktreva, LOL.
Congrats to contagion! See you all next week for another thrilling episode of WHOO HOO of the WEEK!

Allergy Med Induced Insomnia

2005-08-24T02:02:00.000-05:00

Hey all, It's 2am and I am not sleeping. I learned a very valuable lesson about my allergy meds. 1 Pill does absolutely nothing. 2 pills work fine, but I end up unconcious. 3 pills do not allow sleep to happen, and my sense of humor is REALLY altered. These are a few things I found in a few old emails various people sent me, that I find hilarious in the state I'm in. Hope you enjoy!
Quotes:
Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps." -- Emo Phillips

"I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." -- A. Whitney Brown

Things to do on an elevator:
Walk on with a cooler that says "HUMAN HEAD" on the side

Stare, grinning at another passenger for awhile, and then announce, "I have new socks on."

Finally, Chinese Proverbs:

Virginity like bubble, one prick, all gone
Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.
Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.

This Is So Cool2

2005-08-22T22:25:00.000-05:00

I am extremely pleased to announce that Hypodermic Scorpion finally made its name known to Yahoo. If you type in Hypodermic Scorpion, I am the #1 link on the list! Extreme Baking (with quotes) shows up at #4! Ok for a new blog guy that's pretty exciting! Well, for me it is. Google still doesn't list me unless it is in quotes and it is AFTER my blogmom and bloggrandfather, Geez, I wonder if I will ever get out of their shadows? One day Blogmom, I will. Bloggrandfather, uummmm what can I say ALL HAIL THE FRIZZEN SPARKS!

Music Review

2005-08-22T21:29:00.000-05:00

Hey all, I recently had the opportunity to take a first listen to a band I had never heard before. Let me say WOW, am I impressed!
The band Is My Chemical Romance and the album is Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. This album really is good. Modern guitar sound with punk/suicidal lyrics that are often delivered at a speed metal pace. I am particularly impressed with the songs "Give Em Hell Kid", "To The End", "Thank You For the Venom" and "Its Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Deathwish". The punk sound with modern riffs and speed metal lyrics quickly captured and enraptured me. Hey, any band that has a song about people coming back from the dead will at least get a hearing from me! I am impressed and I give My Chemical Romance an 8 on my 10 scale. Check 'em out all, let me know what you think! I think you will like them!

Whoo Hooo of the Week

2005-08-22T09:53:00.000-05:00

Ok Since a certain person was moaning that "HE" should have won Last week's WHOO HOO (mental whoo hoo) This is what I expect:
1. All answers must be posted in the comment section.
2. I'm Looking for title and artist, not just artist(I'm too predictable in my song choices)
3. Mental Whoo Hoo's are at my disposal

Anyway, another song for this week. As before I will post the winner, If you have a site you would like me to link to, give me the info in your answer comment. Good Luck all!

You thought it was gone
But the fire goes on
And I thought you knew me
I told you before'
til I settle the score
That I'll never run free

I have enough pain and anger in my brain
To last many lifetimes
Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows
I won't have peace of mind

The fire, the fire still burns
The fire, the fire still burns

I have a dream
And as strange as it seems
There's no embers glowing
The fire's gone out and there's no need to shout
'cause no anger's showing

But it's not true, nothing i ever do
Seems to ease my fury
Get out of my way
I'm the hangman today
And the judge and jury

The fire, the fire still burns
The fire, the fire still burns
The fire, the fire still burns
The fire, the fire still burns

There you have it music fans. First correct answer gets the WHOO HOOO of the week!

I Have Alzhiemers........

2005-08-21T20:19:00.000-05:00

Today I suffered from a complete and total BTS attack! For those unfamiliar with the Medical Diagnosis, I had a severe and acute "Brain Turns to Shit" episode. Apparently, I missed the early warning signs when I went to bed last night. In the hours somewhere between "tired" and "DAMN tired" I forgot to turn my little "thingy that wakes me up so I don't lose my job" to the "wake my ass up mode". Yep, I forgot to turn my alarm on. Hey, it was 1 am and I have to get up at 5 OK?
Anyway when I peacefully awoke and happened to glace at my clock it was already 5:37. Jump up, shower, throw on hideously ugly uniform (all purple), grab job related goodies(known as nurse bling), grab mandatory DIET DEW, and head out the door. Anyone have the forsight to see what I missed? In my state of confusion I missed it too. CAR KEYS. Car's locked, HOUSE is locked, both doors, of course. After burglarizing my own residence(no I will not tell you how, learn for yourself, on someone elses house). I grabbed my keys and finally, off to "the work". I get to the time clock and I have 4 minutes to spare.
The sigh of relief I had lasted about 6 seconds. As I was punching in my "security code" to start work (and more importantly get paid) I come to the startling realization: I forgot my fucking code! I have alot of codes, email accounts, PIN numbers, addresses of people I will eliminate when I rule the world, etc. Normally forgetting one would not bother me, except, my security code is my FREAKING SSN! That's right, I forgot my social security number, not that it does me any good anyway. The moment of panic welled up as I tried 3 times to punch in a simple code. I wasn't panicked cause I forgot my number, all I could think of was my check would be short. Finally, I got it on the 4th try and I still punched in on time!
At that point I should have said "forget it" and simply went home and went back to bed. Me being the "trooper" I am (and needing the money) I continued on anyway.
I wont bore you with the details of the 12 hour shift I was sentanced....errrr scheduled to work. But I will leave you with this thought: If an Elderly woman who has previously requested that men not take care of her during the day, asks you to help her to the bathroom "because she really needs to go", you probably ought to help her, even if you are a male, or you might have to call housekeeping for a mop and bucket!
Oh well, at least I don't have Alzhiemers like the people I.......What is it I do again?

Tomorrows Without Number

2005-08-20T19:09:00.000-05:00

Yesterday is gone,
Memories remind of that which is past
A joy of love and hope,
That simply did not last

Forever a Friend,
not enough for more
Something different I'd hoped
Then all the times before

A heartfelt longing
and promises I had spoken
Those promises lie forgotten
My heart lies broken

Not much to offer, All I am, all I have, and all I can
Enough for love? Think once again
perhaps it was just enough
to earn one more fan

A life worth living is worth living right
So they tell me, but what about the night?
Ethereal coils of sleep's repose
Just enough to allow me to compose

Thoughts long hidden
with the darkness, I share
Longing for someone,
My hopes and dreams to share

What is the cause?, I cry to the night
There, a single bird, answers my plight
with a thrush and coo she takes to wing
the joys of my heart, this night, not to sing

The beauty of life
and the cruelty of living
Should I bind my heart?
And refuse it of giving?

I read from my books,
till I drift to slumber
Not wanting the tomorrows to come
Tomorrows without number.

Those who know me, know that I don't delve into poetry often. They also know that I express myself best with the words I choose to share. I needed to voice to the world how I feel, even if it doesn't listen.

Do I still have a brain? aka dude whats that on your shirt?

2005-08-19T16:41:00.000-05:00

As many of you know I am in the final semester of my Nursing studies for my LPN license. Whoo hoo to me for impending graduation! Anyway, today I had the extreme misfortune of attending the mandatory orientation service for nursing students at my fine academic institution. It was a group of oh, I would say ONE HUNDRED students, of which only 11 are in my graduating class. We final semester students had to sit through: Dress code(only been doing that for a year now), Parking permits(um see previous listing), attendence policy(you get the idea). We 11, the only survivors of the 30 we started with, sat there completely bored and made fun of other people and generally laughed at what was going on. After 4 hours or so we finally got to break into our individual groups. This was the part where we were introduced to our instructors. This was one of the most stressful and terrifying events I think I have ever had the misfortune of being present for. Well, there was that one trip to the club with wes and contagion, but I digress. We sat through another several hours of "do this" and "dont do that", and then it happened. The homework began to filter through the niceties of the introductions. I now have like seventy- eleven chapters to read and at least a dozen freaking chapters of work book to do. Oh, by the way, this is all due on Tuesday! What the hell was I thinking, Nursing? why the hell didnt I go into X ray tech, or Med tech or hell even Vet science? Homework, especially the reading part, simply blows.