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July, 2005

  1. Zombie Ribbon is at the shop.

    July 29, 2005 by Collin

    I did a few changes to the original I posted yesterday. I hope you agree it looks even better now. If not let me know and I’ll set up the original for sale as well. Here’s what it looks like now:

    You can find it in the Zombie Gear section as well as in Parody Designs.

    Also, I forgot yesterday that today is our company picnic, so I won’t have time to get the 4th part of the interview written. I might get it done Sunday night though. Hahahahahahahaaaaaa… that never gets old. I hope everyone has a great weekend and that I don’t get injured playing the “games” at the picnic.

    FUN IS MANDATORY!
    YOU WILL HAVE FUN!

    Bye all.


  2. Show Your Zombie Pride.

    July 28, 2005 by Collin

    I’ll be adding this:

    to my CafePress store at some point soon.

    Just so you know and all that.

    This is also the last ribbon that I plan on making. Unless I get an absolutely fantastic idea. Which isn’t likely.


  3. Another Thought and a Short Story

    July 28, 2005 by Collin

    Heather and I were talking about the birth of clowns from making fun last night and she asked, “What if one of you thinks fun has been made but the other doesn’t?” It was decided that in that case a mime is born.
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    And a short story. You love short stories! I know you do. This is a story about a former coworker of mine and Derek’s. I mentioned her before when I was talking about my dislike of Western Sizzlin’. She used to work there and married one of the busboys. I’m reasonably certain Derek never told this story. If he did, oops. It’s worth retelling.

    I don’t want to use her real name because it would just be mean. I’ll call her Sunny. Yes. That’ll do.

    Sunny is a wee bit scattered in the head at times. She has a touch of flighty-brain. She attended one of the more privileged high schools here in the Springs. One of those schools where at least half the kids drive cars that cost more than I make in a year. At times it was quite obvious that her senses and values were a bit skewed and she had a habit of saying whatever popped into her mind. A great source of amusement and annoyance.

    Man. After all that build up and character development, this is going to be quite short. It took place after Sunny and her husband bought their house. Her husband, “Jerry”, had been working on their yard the weekend before and at one point Sunny said out of the blue, “Jerry is a mighty sodomite!”

    Derek just started laughing. I said something like, “Oh?” She looked a little puzzled at the reaction she was getting. You could tell she knew she’d said something wrong but didn’t know what.

    “Yes. He was laying sod all weekend. He’s almost done. So he’s a mighty sodomite. WHAT’S SO FUNNY?”

    This wasn’t the first time she used the wrong word for something. Other times we would tell her the right meaning of the word she used. Not this time. None of us could bring ourselves to tell her that she just said her husband was an accomplished bugger master.

    We made her look it up in the dictionary. Which Derek just reminded me led to her having to look up other words, like “coitus”. When she read the definition of “sodomite” she yelled out, “Oh no! That’s not what I meant! I just meant he was good at laying sod! Stop laughing Derek! Don’t tell anyone about this, especially not Jerry!”

    Out of all the things she did while working with us, that is the one that I remember most. That and when we talked her into giving her leftover lunch taco to a guy who may or may not have been homeless. That’s not as mean spirited as it sounds though. She ordered tacos at Chipotle and was only able to eat two of the three. She was stressing about wasting food and on the way out the door we saw a guy who appeared to be a bit down on his luck and one of us suggested she give it to him rather than throw it out since he looked hungry. And after a bit of deliberation, “What if he takes it the wrong way and gets mad?”, “Who would get mad? Free taco!”, she walked up to him and he accepted and said thank you. Of course she was annoyed with us since while she was doing this we crossed the street without her. But hey! The light had changed and he didn’t really look dangerous!

    So there you go. Two stories and the cause of mimes. TJR part 4 may or may not be up tomorrow.


  4. Scattered Thoughts

    July 27, 2005 by Collin

    Much like every time a bell rings an angel gets it’s wings, every time you make fun of your significant other a clown is born.
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    The other day I found myself wondering if the Mexican hairless dog were instead manufactured in Japan, would it be called a Konichiwawa?
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    If I had a hammer I’d probably hit my thumb. At least twice. All over this land.
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    I did or said something quite funny that wasn’t at all embarrassing to me the other day. That’s actually quite rare. I wish you had been there. Then you could remind me of what it was. Oh well.
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    I thought that we were finally done with Kokino (my daughter’s imaginary friend), but the other day my daughter was telling Heather about how she was playing capture the flag with Kokino in Halo 2. Apparently Kokino isn’t very good. It’s hard to play Halo 2 when you are imaginary. Even if the kid imagines you with all kinds of fingers you still can’t hit those buttons fast enough. Kokino was pwn3d.
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    Last night while driving to Heather’s work to have dinner with her I noticed that the temperature was 54 degrees. That is the same temperature it is inside Cave of the Winds. I think it followed us out. Can we keep it?
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    Sometimes I catch myself saying some of the stupidest things yet I can’t stop. It’s like I’m outside my body watching the verbal trainwreck. Take Friday night for instance. I went with Heather and her family to her cousin’s wedding. At the end of the reception as we were getting ready to leave I told him, “Have fun on your honeymoon!” … Well, duh. I may as well have added, “Gosh it’s dark at night!” and then tottered off like a looney.
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    I like this. I found it here.
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    That’ll do for now. You all have a good night.


  5. Hey! You there! Go read this:

    July 27, 2005 by Collin

    Hillary vs. the Xbox: Game over. I found it at boingboing and wanted to share it with more than the one or two people who peruse the randomness that is my Junk Drawer.


  6. My Lunch With TJR – part 3

    July 26, 2005 by Collin

    Part 1
    Part 2

    TJR: Oh! Don’t worry! I’m not going to “ply my trade” on you today. I really do want this interview.

    M: Well, that’s a relief. But why?

    TJR: Well, when I turned in my application to start my own Reaping business with the IRS…

    M: Wait. The IRS?

    TJR: Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard that the only two certainties in life are Death and Taxes. Well, it was decided at some point that they might as well share building space and staff. Makes it easier to coordinate. So, in every major IRS building, usually the basement, there is a Death Management office. Even in the smaller buildings you can usually request a franchise application, although they require that you go to a major office for testing.

    M: Testing?

    TJR: Of course. They have to be sure that you have the right frame of mind for the business. That you can be depended on and aren’t overly squeamish. They say there’s nothing more awkward than a person failing to be shuffled off because their Reaper got a case of the dry heaves.

    M: What if that happens?

    TJR: Usually something unpleasant, so I’ve heard. If it isn’t taken care of quickly it will result in ghouls.

    M: Ghouls? Like vampires or zombies?

    TJR: Not exactly, although they can be mistaken for such. But they are in fact just ghouls. Souls trapped in decaying bodies. When that happens to a person they tend to go a bit funny in the head. Some of them act as though they are vampires, seeking out victims in an attempt to quench a thirst they don’t really have. Others get depressed and just wander around and slowly fall apart. Those are often mistaken for zombies, but really they just want to be left alone.

    The real problem when someone has crossed over to ghoul status is they fall off the radar, so to speak. Reapers have no way of locating them. Not even through the IRS. So then a reclamation unit gets dispatched to the spot where the death should have occurred and they set about tracking down and containing the ghoul, hopefully before it kills anyone.

    M: That’s nice of them.

    TJR: It’s not done to be nice really, it’s done to prevent extra paperwork.

    M: How so?

    TJR: Well, as it was explained to me, since the ghouls have fallen off the radar nothing is able to keep tabs on them and their actions weren’t anticipated. Therefor, if a ghoul kills someone it’s unexpected and since it was before the victim’s predetermined time there isn’t a Reaper ready to take the soul. And if the soul isn’t properly reaped, then the victim becomes a ghoul.

    A lot of undead mythology is based off of this actually.

    Many ghouls aren’t discovered until they fail to show up for their scheduled time of death and their Reaper reports them as a “no show”. Then a detective is sent to find out when and where the missing-deceased was last seen alive and then cross reference that location with known ghoul activity. It’s all ghastly complicated, although I’ve heard that someone is working on a computer program to make it a bit easier. I’m just glad it’s not my problem as long as I do my job properly.

    M: You mentioned other Reapers. I thought there was just you and The Grim Reaper. There are more?

    TJR: Oh certainly. The world is a big place. The Grim Reaper was a solo operator for a very long time, but he was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the population growth around the Middle Ages. There were quite a few ghoul outbreaks due to him falling behind. So, The Powers That Be decided that it was time to expand the work force. Word was circulated and people were recruited into the Reaper Army. Many of them in fact came from the large population of ghouls.

    Back then the requirements were a lot more strict. Much like any army you had to form a unified image. Everyone had to dress in robes, carry a scythe and have their flesh and organs stripped from their bones.

    Fortunately in the mid 50s The Powers noticed what was happening in the field of restaurant franchising. They decided to give it a “hundred-year-try” while maintaining the Reaper Army at its current strength, just in case things didn’t go so well. And that leads me back to why I need this interview.

    M: Oh! That’s right! I’m sorry I interrupted earlier.

    TJR: No problem. It all works out in the end. The standing Rule of Death is when it’s someone’s time to pass on, they automatically fall under the scythe UNLESS they are aware of their other options. So, if someone is about to die and they have heard of me, or one of the other franchise operators, then a signal is sent to my GPS locator along with a name, description and exact time and cause of death. Then I can either accept or decline the soul. At that point I usually have to get moving because they don’t give as much advance notice as they used to. Not since Fred.

    M: Who’s Fred?

    TJR: I’ll tell you about him some other time. Let’s just say he had a “Plan” and leave it at that for now.

    … to be continued …


  7. Wow…

    July 26, 2005 by Collin

    I will try to have something of my own that is worthwhile at some point today, but in the meantime enjoy this.


  8. This made me laugh

    July 26, 2005 by Collin


    Found at Pictures of Walls.


  9. We now return you to our regularly scheduled nonsense.

    July 25, 2005 by Collin

    I will be continuing the Interview with TJR but it won’t be until later this week. I have to get back into the flow of things. Whatever that involves. So, instead, I will relate to you a bit of my morning. Yes, that’s right. The absolute epitome of “blog”. I’m talking about my breakfast.

    For the last few weeks leading up to my vacation I had been in the habit of stopping by McDs and buying a McMuffin to stave off the pangs of hunger until lunch rolls around. Last week I didn’t go to work, so I didn’t go to McDs. Today I dropped right back into my routine, sad as it is. I even had the money ready. $2.09. But today the total came to $2.20. I thought, “That’s odd.” and when I got up to the window, while fumbling around in my car’s change pit and feeling flustered and unprepared, I asked why the price had gone up. I was told that it was raised to match the other McDs in the area. (and since this is a bloggy blog post) I thought “WTF d00d?!” Who the hell do these people think they are? The Saudi Arabia of breakfast foods? It’s annoying enough when my gas jumps 11ยข, now my McMuffin is going to do it as well? I don’t freakin’ think so. And what area are we talking about? Downtown Colorado Springs? All of Colorado? “Match the area” my ass. Am I expected to believe that one McDs suddenly decided to jack up the already too high price and all of the others surrounding them followed suit like lemmings? Do they base their prices off of individual restaurants nearby rather than what the corporate office has set? Does this mean that there might be a rogue McDs somewhere in town who has decided to hell with the others and is still selling hamburgers for a nickel? How far do I have to travel to get out of “the area” and would it be worth the gas?

    Like I want to think that much on a Monday. Bastards.


  10. I forgot to mention

    July 20, 2005 by Collin

    I’m on vacation this week. I realize that it’s horrible timing what with the multipart story going on. I’m sorry about that. Things should be back to normal next week. Thanks for visiting.