The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

18:15 Aug 31 2008
Times Read: 1,116

The call came in late last night...



...breathless, I sensed the sadness... some anger... but mostly, the fear.



There is a lot to be afraid of... for a city and region that has skirted this disaster for so long, now faces a second menace in just a few years time.



My thoughts are with those traveling today to escape the storm... my hopes surround them, that they have homes, and offices, and their loved ones to return to.



We, as humans, always bounce back. Nature always bounces back. That is the way of evolution; human nature... life itself.



Be safe, all of you. My special friends... and when it is over, we will be here for you when you need us.

Ode to the last...
20:38 Aug 30 2008
Times Read: 1,117

And to take from his lover

Every stitch of soul, so cruel

All the passion she can muster

Yet he is the one that plays the fool

05:15 Aug 30 2008
Times Read: 1,136

Boldly you shine

A beacon of light

Radiating out

With passion

Heating those who

Stand in your glory

Illuminating those who

Seek your enlightenment

The huntress

We

Merely dogs at your feet

Sniffing at the ground

Waiting for you to

Bestow your morsels upon us

You are seen in the high regard

As we can only look up

To catch a glimpse of your splendor

As you boldly shine

In the darkness

Our lives

So distant

The star in the night sky

A point of light

Illumination

A billion years old

Your light has travelled

To reach us

To enrich our lives

As you have wanted it to be seen

But behind the light

Your star

So young and immature

In the eons passed

The galaxies and heavenly bodies

That have been here long before you

Shinning their light

Wandering the sky

Just as you do now

To find a path

That you haven’t seen

Past your own light

18:53 Aug 28 2008
Times Read: 1,165

Why are logistics such an issue for Brad?



Ok, I'll forgive him for missing the fact I actually do have account work to do next week... it is on the schedule although he insisted it wasn't, but people make mistakes... it's an oversight.. no biggie.



But why does he take an account from a tech it has been assigned to, to give it to another tech when the first tech isn't traveling, then assign someone else a job that has them running in 4 different directions in 3 days, then take give an assignment to the first tech that should have had the original job, then call me and ask me to fly to Texas because I'm the last resort?



I'm going to buy him a fucking map for his birthday... I will lay it out with international and regional airports all identified and color coded by their ease of traveling to and from...



I will include the state abbreviations (and Canadian Provincial Abbreviations) so he stops sending techs to California when the job is in Canada... time zone listings... a key that will give him an idea of how long it takes to drive from one place to another... maybe a listing of nautical distances between cities...



..then he'll need a calendar with Saturdays and Sundays cut off because he needs to stop assuming these are work days...



We'll have to teach him how to use Google to find account information like, addresses... so he doesn't assume things like Stormont Vail Hospital is in Vail, Colorado when it's actually in Topeka, Kansas.



I'll also need to provide him with an IRS document that described in detail the differences between "employees" (which none of us are) and "Independent Contractors" (which, technically, all of us are).



I figure at the end of the day, his home office will look like a NORAD control room...



...maybe if he gets too distracted playing Tic-Tac-Toe he'll just forget to do his job completely and our lives will normalize again.



Global Thermo-nuclear War, anyone?

And to think, all I did was make fun of a couple of typos...
21:37 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 1,203




On 19:58:33 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) phury666 wrote:



Do me a favor and foward to countessmoon...



Just because you have to power to suspend posting rights doesn't mean you can tell people what to do. I don't give a fuck who you are you do not tell me what to do. So you suspended my posting right who gives a fuck big deal. Personally I don't give a fuck it is easy to create a new email to get a new profile and still be your worstnightmare. Have a good day asshole



On 20:00:04 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) birra wrote:



And I care about this... because?



On 20:01:28 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) phury666 wrote:



Well fuck off then. Personaly I don't give a fuck what you do you can fuck your mother and I wouldn't say a damn thing.



On 20:12:12 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) birra wrote:



But... obviously you do give a fuck.. you keep ranting, and ranting...



What's the deal?



And, I'm not sure where you came up with the idea that you should have the freedom to say what you want, where you want, to whom you want... and other people can't offer a rebuttle in a similar manner without you getting all pissy about it... but, you're wrong.



You're also on a private website that you're being allowed to access. Not standing on a soap-box at the public union hall.



Your punishments here are only those you bring upon yourself.



On 20:13:17 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) phury666 wrote:



I simply want to make all of your lives hell. Is that a good enough reason? I don't give a fuck if you reply.



On 20:16:16 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) birra wrote:



Well, everyone has to have goals.



Some dream of greatness. You dream of being an itchy rash. To each, their own.



Fortunately there is nothing online that ever makes me itch...



Good luck.



On 20:23:58 Aug 27 2008 (-0 GMT) phury666 wrote:



hahaha piss off I am done messsaging you.



Message To: phury666



Ahhh... I always love that.



Sending a message to say you're done messaging...



...kind of like shoving someone while saying "Come here!"





-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-



Seriously... if all you have to do with your time is go into chat boxes and make random comments about blowing things up and starting fires... you're not making anyone's life hell...



...however, the creators of Beavis & Butthead might have ground to sue you...



Which one are you? I'm guessing Beavis...



You shall now forever be known as... Cornholio!



You need TP for your bunghole?

I know.. sometimes I'm mean...
04:00 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 1,223

On 22:21:21 Aug 26 2008 (-0 GMT) vaxxxxxxxx08 wrote:



hi hi how r u??



On 22:23:02 Aug 26 2008 (-0 GMT) birra wrote:



I am buried in the depths of reading what is perhaps the most complicated artistical writings in the history of mankind...



On 22:28:28 Aug 26 2008 (-0 GMT) vaxxxxxxxx2008 wrote:



what r u reading???



On 22:46:02 Aug 26 2008 (-0 GMT) birra wrote:



"hi hi how r u??"

There is art in this somewhere...
17:11 Aug 25 2008
Times Read: 1,241

The gleaming blue mug

With a golden design

The bamboo sticks

Used as we dine

A conveyence over water

Seventy six thousand steps

And a trip to remember

In the most southern of depths

The pictures to remind us

And the clothes that we lay

In a closet with our memories

Still to this day

From travel in the hopes

Of refreshing our souls

And joining others who ventured

Southward with the same goals

But we take away only memories

And this mug and bamboo

Thinking of another day

When we might make memories with you...



Sloppy poetry, granted, but there is something in there for someone... ;)

08:08 Aug 22 2008
Times Read: 1,259

Oh.. and that picture could never be the same twice...



...literally.



I guess theoretically it could be. But really, how could it?



It's mind blowing.



Too much for my simply mind tonight...

Regards to Harry Lee...
03:47 Aug 14 2008
Times Read: 1,293

On the second day

Of a time alone

I take for myself

This cup of gold

Filled to the rim

With a dark thing

The aches of today

And pains of tomorrow

To drink to life

And take it in

To let this go

And move on again

Bending but not breaking

In the rushing wind

The deep flowing waters

That tears my skin

Not made of steel

But flesh and bone

That has to give

Under the great weight

Of these forces surrounding

And taking from me

Nothing I’m not willing

To sacrifice to them

Leaving behind only strength

Determination and my will

To face every tomorrow

As my first day

And my last day

My day to live

Good gawd...
00:24 Aug 13 2008
Times Read: 1,325


Disclaimer:

If you do not believe in Heaven and Hell, God and Satan, The Bible or Religion. This is not a thread for you. I do not want any unintelligent discussion. I want research. Do not post if you are going to bash a religion within this thread. This is for educational purposes. If you cannot follow these guidelines, CLOSE THE WINDOW NOW.



-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-



What a disclaimer... why all the fucking drama?



"CLOSE THE WINDOW NOW."



...er.. or... maybe just clicking the "back" button would work?



Get over yourself...

PRIVATE ENTRY
00:05 Aug 13 2008
Times Read: 1,328


• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •

19:40 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 1,340

On 18:11:32 Aug 12 2008 (-0 GMT) vaxxxxx008 wrote:



hey what's good





Birra wrote:



I recommend the chicken florentine with roasted portabella and eggplant medley.





-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-



Sometimes starting a conversation requires... a question that is... a little more... specific.

23:56 Aug 01 2008
Times Read: 1,372

We take our days

One at a time

We search for a paradise

Along the road sides

And the paths we wander

Not golden roads of

Yesterday’s promise

But roads we’ve forged

And paths we’ve cleared

Not the rutted roads

Travelled by many

We’ve taken direction

From no one

We don’t take the easy way

Because there is no adventure

No challenge

And little reward to the easy

The easy way

Will not guide us

To the promises we’ve made

Unto ourselves

The Earth will be our guide

Our conscience and our will

The deciding influences

Of which direction

We go next

To the darkness of the woods

Or a sun lit meadow

Through a raging river

Rushing with torrents of risk

Or a mountain spire

Crumbling before us

Where the roads won’t go

We will

For this is the life we choose

The only life we have

And we are the only ones

Who know our way