What did u think of CDTV Episode #3? http://www.connectingdirectors.com/index.php/media/connectingdirectors-tv/599-cdtv-episode-3-maximizing-your-merchandise
What did u think of CDTV Episode #3? http://www.connectingdirectors.com/index.php/media/connectingdirectors-tv/599-cdtv-episode-3-maximizing-your-merchandise
RT @Artemis_ia: #iranelection The FP Top 100 Global Thinkers: #3 Zahra Rahnavard, for being the brains behind Iran’s Green Revol (cont) http://tl.gd/13u0h
The old man has a GREAT point. RT @stiffarmtrophy: Lou Holtz: Florida St has #106 defense; ND has #3 rush D... (So if Gerhart & Tebow both rock, shouldn't Gerhart leap ahead of Tebow?)
Hey. Its Day 4. I didn't update yesterday cause I had a little problem with 'them'. You'd know that food is running low in my apartment. So I decided I had choices to make. I could either, A) Try to put off eating until I really really am hungry.
B) Eat and worry about the food problem another day
C) Go out and get food
Ultimately, I decided to eat what I had left and then go out. I chose B and C. I didn't know how many of those things were out there, and if I put off going out, Their number could be increasing by the minute. I decided that with my trusty hockey stick , Id go and get food.. or if luck would have it, I'd find other survivors.Well, I'd love to tell you I'm back at home, safe and full...But I'm not. I am sadly, not at home. I don't think I'm any safer than I was at home but I am full. Good news. There are other survivors.Better news, Im with them. We are hiding out in Young and Jackson. If you didn't know whats that well, its a pub. Now you're thinking : 'ohh it shaun of the dead all over again'. It isn't .
Story
I was getting ready to go out , hockey stick in my right hand. My backpack filled with my laptop and other necesary heavy stuff. I peep through my door, checking if any of them were outside. They were. About 4 of them. Thank god I had a pretty decent swing at them. Knocked them right off . I was glad for a moment , but then they got up again. I didnt have much swing space down at the stairs so all I could do was to stab them with the stick. Right through their faces. Bam... They never got up. Lesson learned. Hit them in the face/head. Apparently thats how you 'kill' them. I digress, I was walking as quietly as I could but made my steps quick looking into the shops. Unfortunately for me, most of the shops were either, candy shops, clothing stores or simply electronics. Ergh. At that point, I quickly regretted going out but I was out. And If I went back up, I'd have to starve and perhaps plan another outing to get food . And I wasn't planning on doing this again. So I continued my journey. I cam across a group of them, walking aimlessly . I started running .. but they didn't seem to grasp the notion that they thmeselves could run. So they fumbled along the pathway while I sped off track from my planned route. Which is where, I stumbled upon the pub. I noticed that its doors were covered with chairs and tables. I tried peering into any tiny holes but I couldn't see anything. I knew at that moment that If I didn't find a safe place to hide or keep moving, those things following me back there would eventually find me. Panicking, that was when I noticed a note at the side of the door, It said ' Enter through back. We are inside' .. I figured if those things couldn't run , they might not write either. So this might be other survivors.
And I was right. Here, theres tons of food and beer but there's also a lot more people . More people, less food to go around. And me being the newcomer, I felt like I was intruding their small party. But hey, I'd rather be here than outside or at home , starving. There's about 8 of us here including me. There's a little boy and his sister. There's this ruggedly looking guy, whose name I can't really pronouce, so I just call him Erik. There's a gay couple. There's a pair of sisters and one guy who is dating one of the sisters. Including me, we are a tough bunch . Not really.
Well, another day I am still alive. I'm very thankful.. I'm glad I decided to get out of my house, the least I have food, new people to talk to other than myself and im in a pub in the middle of a warzone with those things. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Today, Im just gonna enjoy the pub . Till the food runs out or there's danger.
the green arrows came at the inner beast with lightning speed, nailing her into the ground, each impact had the concussive force of a stick of dynamite. "this is nothing... this is nothing... this is nothing... " she repeated to herself as the great laughed, his army of puppets firing more and more arrows inthe sky. "see now the great inner beast, slain at the hands of those weaker then her! fuego enfocado!" the hail of arrows turned into a strem, each knocking the inner beast into the air higher and higher. 'not good. i odnt know how much i more i can take...' she thought to her self as her body began to fail at repairing the small dents, which turned into bigger scratches, then into holes in the armor which tore apart. "see now the great inner beast, slain by those with greater number in their ranks!" the great mouth cackled as it launched the orb of insects in its great many rowed mouth.
"garras explosivas del enjambre!" the great mouth said smiling as he did so. "it was not a good idea to seperate from your group, i shall destroy you and take over your body, just like i did with -" "barney fife!? little ol me!? taladro de la secuencia!" the skeleton of barney fife, now draped in thick white string slammed into the great mouth, the insects landing in and on barney fife, his empty eye sockets showing no emotion, but his voice telling the truth. "ill handle ol chewy here, you get back to you friends and tell them that-" "FEUGO!" the great mouth screamed, angry at the thought that it would be bested by his own puppet. "trampa de la secuencia de las rebeliones de la marioneta!" barney screamed as the one hundred thousand puppets turned on their former master and launched torrent of white string into the orb of insects that inhabited the center of the mouth. "this shall not stand... i will free you from your bonds to me, barney fife, but in turn, you shall have mastership over this army in the same way i did!" the black strings which ensnared the puppet army were cut and the strands fell to the ground slowly as they turned white and slammed through barney fife, his own ribcage becoming a spoll of thread, his arms and legs becoming the carrying dimensions for all his armys parts, his eyes andm ind, becoming their eyes and mind. "all this power... will not go to waste." his said, his form restoring itself. his skin segmented plastic, his eyes shiny glass orbs, his mind at the center of his being. "now then..." he said, returning his sites to the inner beast. "where were we?" the inner beast, barely able to hold her form together as it was as chunks of metal fell off her person revealing peach colored flesh underneath. "so the beast has a beauty in it does she?" barney could see sarahs panicked eye darting from one thing to another, her mind still unsure of what she was seeing behind the metal prison of the inner beasts body. "i... i need help..." barney heard both the voice of sarah and the inner beast say at the same time. "someting isnt right... we should be seperate! not together! SEPERATE!" barney understood the predicament she was in. "let me help you, ill take you to the door of existence, itll know what to do. it help seperate morgan from the beast almost five hundred years ago." barney said, his hand seperating and reeling in the army of puppets at his disposal. "come iwth me inner beast, and i shall teach you things the creatures could not." the inner beasts right eye went blank, flacid, then clear as if made form tempered glass. sarah now had full control over the inner beasts body. her left eye focusing. "i iwll come with you, barney fife. if this means an end to the chasm of non existence then so be it." jim, jon, and cris were still poking fun at resaec situation after the inner beast had put him through hell. they had crossed many miles of the golden strands, had fought off many enemies along the way, and for some reason, resaec was still the butt of all their jokes. "if i had my army of clones with me, you would be more agreeable iwth me. oh wait!" with a snap of his fingers, resaec conjured two clones into existence, each wearing a golden skull mask over their faces along with a long coat covered in red flames and black clouds. "you summoned us master?" they said with smiles underneath the masks. "yes i did... i want you to enjoy the company our new... friends." "as you wish master." the creatures didnt know what to expect as they had fought against resaec as the beast, and they all shared the same memories of it all. "well... take it down a notch... just call off yourselves ok?" resaec kept walking along the thick golden strands with ease. "oh.. by all means... do enjoy yourselves. i wouldnt want you to miss out on my jokes as well." the clones walked slowly until they caught up with the creatures. "um.. hi, my name is jon!" morgan and caasi were still at the grey hole, they had long since decided to go into it, but wanted to spend some quality time together. morgan held his wife in his arms andl ovingly kissed her on the lips, his green eyes closed, feeling the urges that he had not satisfied in a long time. " i want you my love, i crave you, i need you, your breath is like my oxygen..." he said, starting to growl to her pleasure. "aha... so thats what your up for is it?" she said smiling back. they didnt know when they would have this oppertunity to be laone would come again, and they made full use of it.“Happiness sneaks in through the window you didn’t know you left open.”
We’ve all heard some version of this quote and I have to believe that I wrote this one down because it isn’t the one you “usually” hear. That just seems like something I would do.
Happiness. I like the image of it crawling into your life through a window and hanging out on your couch while you’re out at the grocery store so when you come home, you’re all like, “Happiness, what are you doing here? How did you get in?? The door was locked.”
Aren’t we all reminded that this is true after just about every major crisis we face? It’s like we’ve been focusing so hard on the bad that we turn around one day and *bam* something amazing has shown up. Like a new job or a cheaper apartment or a great boyfriend.
But the best part about this quote is that YOU left that window open. YOU are responsible for that great thing that just happened. It was something YOU did. Other variations of this quote say it’s a greater power that opens the window. And maybe that’s what made you walk across the room, pull up the shade and awkwardly shimmy the window open to get some fresh air (hey, I have old windows, they’re hard to open), but ultimately it was you.
OK, now, for those of you who live in NYC, go close and lock your window. Seriously.
