Martin Karne on 28/6/2011 at 09:31
It was a Saturday night of February of 2010, and I was watching TV cable at 3 AM and something, (NatGeo HD, and if you must know, The jewels of the emperor of China) and all of the sudden a rumble came about, oh yeah one of those small quakes again, however it wasn't a small quake, it kept increasing the tone and intensity, so there I was in the middle of the house concrete stairwell corridor watching my UPS powering up my only light source in the middle of the mess, as the power lines collided each other causing sectored black outs, in the end even the main power lines ended up like that with a big black out.
Amid the dust that arose in the quake shake I was looking for my female cat, who was over the top of the curtains in the corner of the living room, the little kitties that came to life just days before didn't realize that the alternating motion was not a cradle moving gently, but a rough 8.8Mw (corrected Richter scale) earthquake that moved a land line of about 400 Miles (640Kms) in length in a few seconds for a maximum of ten feet (3.04mts) toward the southern Pacific sea.
As I turned on my portable FM radio, radiostations had no idea of the real intensity of the quake or the damage at the southern end of the country.
I could watch the TV news the next morning thanks to my readiness (loads of rechargeable LED flashlights and UPS and car batteries) thanks to two UPS and an inverter that kept running my flat screen TV (very little consumption for an LCD) to see live broadcasts about the quake damage, we were lucky that the power came back to normal during the early noon, other sectors of the same city took a week, and the directly affected area took some months, I had loads of drinking water and food for no less than 10 days. There was no need to face desperate people running around like the end of the world came all of the sudden.
People in the most affected areas resorted to sacking and pillaging supermarkets including first necessity items such as Stereos, LCD/Plasma HDTVs, washing machines, and refrigerators even without electrical power some people wants to steal the best they can... just about 3 billion dollars stolen in goods in one day, geez those desperate mobs, food was the first to go I guess. (how's your TV, meaty? Some what glassy with loads of copper I presume.) Well in the end those goods were recovered and people stealing, storing, and selling them, was arrested, martial law was ensued for a few weeks and then back to normal for the affected areas.
Morale, be always ready for the unexpected but probable events in life, including Zombie attacks.
And pillaging, never have an end of the world scenario without it.
Zooey on 28/6/2011 at 13:47
When I sat down with the interviewer the first thing he explained to me was that the company I had applied for didn't exist. He had an expensive suit on and silvery hair and an outlandish secretary with enormous titties, so I kept listening.
Then he said it didn't matter because he had about 60-80 other companies I could work for. He was waving an organisational chart about and I saw a lot of colorful logos on it.
He showed me how his companies work and I saw impressive pyramid schemes, well planned scams, refined fraud and many a flimflam. And I began to understand about the secretary, the huge office and expensive suit. I smiled.
jimjack on 28/6/2011 at 17:27
Every thursday morning it was the class's favourite part of the day. But Mrs. Frank decided it was her turn for show and tell. She announced to her grade three class that she was going to do the Tell part. The children all smiled. She stood before her class of eager students. They all waited. She asked them: "How many of you have wanted to be a different person?"
Wee Moira raised her hand. “I'd like to be Lady Ga Ga” she said. They all laughed. Then they waited and Mrs. Frank spoke.“I want to become a man,” she said.
“But you can't Mrs. Frank,” Young Jimmy said, “you're already a girl.”
“Yes I can,” she answered, “Let me tell you how.”
When she was finished, and had erased the blackboard, they all looked at each other and smiled. Mrs. Frank made everything that seemed wrong, right. That's why they loved her so much and thought her to be the best teacher in the whole school.Young Jimmy smiled. One day for show and tell, he would bring his father's whiskey. He bet that Mrs. Frank, or maybe by then, Mr. Frank would let him pass the bottle to everybody.
june gloom on 28/6/2011 at 17:43
In early 1986, the ABC station in Pittsburgh had its signal mysteriously hijacked at 7:06 AM every four days for two months. The hijacking signal would broadcast footage of a person, of varying race, age and gender, being manually strangled while an electronic buzzing voice screamed in a language which was mostly unintelligible but was later identified as being Haitian Creole. Those who watched the footage would get headaches, nosebleeds, and/or develop brain tumors within five years. When the person being strangled died the broadcast would end. Most of the people being strangled strongly resembled descriptions of missing persons from the Pittsburgh area, but many missing persons reports dated back to the late 1960s. Those who did not fit a description at the time would come to match descriptions as late as 2004.
Zooey on 28/6/2011 at 17:59
That's a scary urban legend! :D Like something from Videodrome.
In jimjack's story the "But" in the second sentence seemed to come out of nowhere? Anyway, good story.
Llama on 28/6/2011 at 20:48
I took a dook yesterday.
SubJeff on 29/6/2011 at 12:14
It all makes sense now.
Yesterday as I drove past Villa Park there seemed to be groups of young women heading to or from... somewhere. People in reflective jackets directing them, and traffic, to some nebulous, unknown, destination.
I passed 2 couples walking toward me upon the pavement and as I did I caught the eye of not one, but both of the men. They seem to be empty, like dried bottles in the desert - once the holders of life but now husks; without vitality.
The eyes cried out to me.
And for a brief moment both of them considered jumping in front of my car. I could tell, see it in those subtle, agonised stares. They seemed to ask me to ram them, to shatter them, urged me to end their lives quickly and with sleek mechanical violence.
The thought of a ton of accelerated black metal slamming into their bodies held no fear, only the promise of release - sweet, sweet release. Those moments of destruction that would be perpetuated in time, in what feels like an endless symphony of pain for the sufferer but which is over in a flash to the observer a mere inconvenience in a necessary orchestra of petrol and horsepower death.
Cried out to me.
Those eyes!
I shuddered.
I didn't understand why. Images of the horror in their eyes haunted me in my dreams last night.
Today finally, finally I understand.
They were being dragged to a Take That concert.
nicked on 29/6/2011 at 17:49
Detective Christ pushed open the office door wearily, his shoulder still aching dully. Gina looked up and smiled.
"Did you get my email?" she asked as Jesus hung his jacket and halo on the peg.
"Sorry, I haven't checked," he replied, "You know how bad I am with computers."
He nudged the mouse on his desk to clear the screensaver, and squinted at Microsoft Outlook, scratching an irritating spot that was growing under his beard. His mind was still occupied by the dead woman's glassy stare, a trickle of blood dried on her face like smudged lipstick. He felt a surge of anger but caught sight of Gina looking at him expectantly.
"You're having a party?" he said at last.
Gina giggled and clapped her hands together.
"It's for my birthday; I'd love if you could come!"
Christ screwed up his face and picked at a bit of chicken stuck in his teeth.
"Have to get you anything?"
Her smile faded slightly.
"Well... no. I mean, you can if you like, but it's not, like, formal or anything."
"Alright, I'll come," he said, then saw the hurt look on her face.
"I'd be delighted," he added reassuringly with a tired smile.
That evening he deliberated at the wine aisle, frowning with indecision, before looking in his wallet and settling for an Evian water bottle.
Starrfall on 1/7/2011 at 02:21
There was an alligator in the driveway. They had no idea how it got there.
Aja on 4/7/2011 at 06:42
ahaha detective christ is brilliant
