Archive for August, 2006

Blogisode 4

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 31, 2006 by Budd Black

Shirley stopped by the pet store to pick up some food and supplies, and by the time she got home it was three thirty. Sarge had been well trained a listened well to all the normal commands. She hoped that he would be able to respond to sic'em as well. Shirley was startled when Sarge started barking at the door at five after four. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was because the alarm installation people were on her porch. The dog settled down easily when she said that it was ok.

That evening, Shirley bonded with the dog. She played with him and took him for a nice walk. She was having so much fun playing with the dog, she wondered why she hadn't got one before. That thought brought the reason she had got one back into her head like a train through a railroad crossing, complete with horns and blinking lights. Shirley instantly became more subdued. She sat down to read a little before bed and Sarge curled up at her feet.

Twenty minutes later Shirley caught herself dozing, book closed. She hated that. Now she was going to have to find her place, but she decided to save that for tomorrow night. She was tired, it had been a long day. Shirley got off the couch, turned the living room light out, and called Sarge after her. She bought a dog bed (really just a large pillow) and put it on the floor at the foot of her bed. She walked sarge over to it and told him to lay and he did. She then changed into her PJs and climbed into bed, eyes on the closet door. Suddenly the whole bed shook and something was on her legs. Shirley let out a scream before realizing that Sarge had jumped into bed with her. She laughed a little and allowed herself to relax and sleep.

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Wish List

Posted in Uncategorized on August 31, 2006 by Budd Black

So my Birthday is 3 weeks away. I am posting my wish list for all to peruse. All gifts can be shipped to my alternate reality, which is reality 963369 in the reality directory.

VS system cards, deck boxes, deck sleeves A subscription to Wizard magazine The Dark Phoenix Saga TPB A Brave New World, Huxley A Ticket to see Snakes on a Plane The superhero stamp sheet at USPS

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Canon Rock

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 31, 2006 by Budd Black

This kid ROCKS!

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The Closet: Blogisode 3

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 30, 2006 by Budd Black

> The handprint was black and smeared. It looked as though the fingers > traced their way down from about the middle of the door to about > eighteen inches off of the ground, were they pressed into a full hand > print.
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> Shirley backed away from the handprint and grabbed the phone off of > the receiver. The little jingle rang through her head, "For urgency > without emergency dial: 862, 8600, 862, 8600 don't dial 911 when the > dangers done, dial 86, 286 oh, oh." She dialed the forever ingrained > number. Shirley explained the situation to the dispatcher and then > again to the officers that showed up on her door. Nothing else in the > house was missing, only the stuff in her closet. The looked at her > like she was crazy but wrote down what she said anyway. That is all > they did. They wrote down the information and told Shirley to call if > she found anything else gone or saw anything suspicious. >
> The paper was laying in the driveway and Shirley went out and grabbed > it. She checked the classifieds for dogs. She found a lady selling a > 3 year old trained German Sheppard. She called and was scheduled to > pick him up that afternoon. She grabbed the phonebook and called a > security company and schedule an alarm instillation for 4pm.
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> After lunch, Shirley went and picked up the German Sheppard. The > little old lady was selling it for a hundred bucks and its name was > Sarge. It belonged to her late husband and she didn't feel that she > was able to care for it. It also reminded her of her husband and > would cause the poor lady to cry for hours when the dog would sit by > the door waiting for the husband to come walking in at around five > thirty. Shirley gave the little old lady her money and promised to > take care of Sarge. She felt safer already. >
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The Closet: blogisode 2

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 30, 2006 by Budd Black

> Shirley woke up with a headache. There was a little bit of blood, but > her vitamin k had done its job and clotted her up quickly. She was > still going to have a nasty lump on the back of her head for a few > days. She sat up pressing around the lump trying to gage how much > damage she had done to herself. She decided that she would live and > started to get up. That is when she noticed the closet door open. >
> There was no light coming out of the door like she remembered the > night before. She could see all the way to the back of the closet. > It was empty. Not just empty of the light but of all here clothes and > shoes as well. Slowly, she got up and walked towards the closet. It > really was empty. Maybe she was really robbed and her subconscious > mind made up the light scenario just to protect her. Shirley was just > about to call the cops when she looked at the back of the closet door. > Smudged on the back of the door was a handprint.
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The Closet: Blogisode 1

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 30, 2006 by Budd Black

> There was a light shining from under the door. Shirley was sure that > the light in the closet wasn't that bright and was pretty sure that > she had turned the light off before going to sleep. But, here she > was, at two in the morning, staring across the room at her closet > door.
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> Shirley quietly pulled the covers from her legs and swung them around > on to the floor. Her toes touched the hard wood for an instant before > she pulled them back up. She lowered them down again, searching the > floor at the edge of her bed for her slippers. Shirley crossed the > room quickly with her arms crossed snuggly across her chest, > protecting her from the night chill, and flipped the light switch. > Nothing.
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> Curiosity battled fear and won. Shirley grasped the cold brass knob > and twisted it quietly and slowly. She paused with the knob turned > before yanking the door open. Light flooded into the room, blinding > Shirley. She stumbled back a few steps, folding one of her slippers > under. She fell backwards as she heard a young girl's voice in a > whisper that sounded digitized say "help me!" As she continued > falling her head strikes the bed frame.
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Dreams

Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2006 by Budd Black

> Dreams are dangerous. When you follow your dreams you have to do so > rationally. It seems contradictory, but that is what has to be done. > Otherwise, you become Captain Ahab chasing your own private whale. > Following your dreams can bankrupt you, financially and emotionally. >
> I only say this because, I am seriously thinking about making a leap. > I don't want to do this blindly though. There is a lot of potential > for failure and a slim margin for success. It would take significant > investment on my part, both time and money. The only conclusion I can > come to is that I need to research this a whole lot more.
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> What is driving me to this is the fact that I am not happy with my > life. I feel that I should be more successful or doing something > else. I feel like I am getting too comfortable with the way things > are and if I don't change soon it will be too late. I also have no > potential career change paths. I have an English degree. This > qualifies me for nothing. The worst part of this is that I don't know > what I even want to do. But, I have always had an idea for something > I might like to do as my own business. I guess it has been my dream. >
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> Now, will I have the balls to take the leap if my research says that > it is a viable option? >

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