Posted on 01/31/2008 3:36:33 PM PST by mattstat
A new study by scientists has suggested that zombie attacks might increase if the current projections of global warming are realized. “If the earth gets warmer, it means longer springs, summers, and falls, and shorter winters,” said John Carpenter-Romero, Ph.D., a zombie-ologist who co-authored the study. “And shorter winters means more time for the undead to prey on the populace.”
Dr. Harrister, the other co-author, and head of Zombie Robotics at Wayward Robot, Inc., explained that cold winters typically stalled the walking dead. “It is well known that zombies can’t operate in cold weather. It freezes their brains.”
The pair calculated a 32.782412% increase in zombie attacks if CO2 increased to twice its pre-industrial rate. “Clearly, this is a very troubling result,” said Dr. Harrister, “If we don’t do something soon, the streets will be filled with blood.”
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Typing and spelling do not necessarily equate to one another IMO (old school, you know)
Hey! Did your Spanish music group go home?
So it would be fair of me to post something of it, even though the Undead Thread denizens have seen all of it before.
High above the crowd on a small ledge sat an altogether insignificant figure. The figure observed the whole of the huge hall that stretched almost to the limits of imagination. The crowd had no idea he was there. A small, humored smile twitched across his pale face.
“It’s so good to see you smile again, Karsh Kentu.” a feminine voice intruded on his thoughts from just over his left shoulder. It was all he could to to not jump and slip.
Boy, would that spoil the festivities below..Karsh thought. “Abilene, you sure know how to spook a guy, for being a ghost and all.” he stated to the incorporeal form sitting next to him. She laughed as if he had made a joke.
“I do love dropping in on you, it’s been so long since you’ve smiled. What is that down there anyway? Shall I drop in?” A mischievous grin and a glint in the eye told Karsh that indeed, Abilene would make an appearance in the crowd, just for laughs.
“Um, no. That little get together is a party. And I disinvited myself from it to have a little peace. If you dropped in, everyone would be terrified.” an understatement, if any. It had been said that in life, Abilene had enslaved the male population with her voice. Karsh Kentu didn’t doubt it.
“You always spoil my fun.” Abilene pouted.
“That’s what I’m here for, right?” a ghostly hand punched him in the shoulder in response.
Karsh Kentu was leaning slightly, he’d spotted someone down below that he wanted to avoid like a torban hallucinating on bo’um, and Abilene’s ghostly fist actually knocked him further off balance.
“Hey!” Karsh Kentu was very surprised by the hit. He hadn’t known that ghosts could do that. He’d have to keep that in mind and torment his ghostly ancestor later....
Abilene, for her credit, did try to grab Karsh. Being a ghost, her efforts were more comical than helpful. Karsh felt her hands flash through his arm two or three times as he wobbled on the edge. Then he dropped.
“I’m sorry!” she yelled over the edge. Karsh merely had his arms crossed as he made his way to the ground below. His face had a look of extreme annoyance peppered with slight boredom.
‘I do hope I don’t break anything expensive.’ he thought. He wasn’t worried about falling. He’d survive that alright. He was more concerned with the fact that he was rapidly returning to the party he’d just left a few short minutes ago...
Arselen and Lady Bouvredi were discussing where Lord Kentu had disappeared to now as the servants rolled a large confection in.
“Don’t worry my lady, he’s bound to drop in unexpectedly...” Lady Bouvredi had no idea how true she spoke, yet the sound of a loud bang behind her and cake flying past her made her wonder. The shocked look on Arselen’s face made her decide against turning to look.
“Well, he did drop in unexpectedly.” A small lively smile broke upon her face before giving way to outright laughter. Lady Bouvredi was overcome by curiosity and had to turn around. She was never prepared for what she saw, and never would have been even if she was told what she would see.
Karsh Kentu was sitting in the center of a large cake with his arms crossed. Frosting dropped off his chin, spoiling his clothes. His mouth was working as if he was chewing on a rather tough walnut. The look of annoyance from behind the wreck of holocausted food was unmistakable.
“I... am back. Miss me?” he said dryly. A herd of Khyban could have run through screaming and wailing and no-one would have noticed in the silence. Karsh Kentu picked his way out of the cake and off of the now wrecked cart. The servants didn’t dare say anything. They left that up to the now arriving Abilene.
“Kentu! Just what have you done?”
That was the end of the silence for the rest of the evening.
You have mail
So do you! LOL!
My school wanted to spike me with ritalin because I liked E.A. Poe and H.P. Lovecraft.
*sigh*
:i wish i could remember where i put that draft...:
I still have most of the stuff saved in three text files.
Fooey. I came home to find the pump in my pond keeps turning itself off. My fish are not amused.
I suspect water got into the electrical connection (it’s been pouring here for days.) I now have it running off a heavy duty extension cord from another outlet; if it stays on, that’s my answer. If not, it’s another pricey call to the electrician or a visit to the pump store.
And my school wanted to know why I had to ask so many darn questions!!!
Of course, I had my times in the Principal’s Office, too....
Awjeez...
Just what you need after having such a bad day. Were any of the *ahem* hangers-on still hanging on after your cocoa and cookies?
Thanks, Dark! You have to ping me the next time you post your writing. I like your style!
Ah yes, the Prin Ciple’s den.
Lair of hideous monsters, where bones of students gone before lay gnawed and powdering on the desk.
Or, at least, that’s how it seemed every time I was sent there.
It’s changed somewhat since then.
That initially was written and posted back in 2001.
No, the beasties flitted away to annoy someone else.
So far so good, the pond has been running for 15 minutes since I rerouted the power. It’s only a six-month-old pump, so I’m pretty sure that’s not the culprit.
Of course my husband left this morning for a two week trip. I see no point in telling him until I have the problem resolved, since there’s not a darn thing he can do about if from Mexico and he doesn’t need to be thinking about pond pumps while he’s flying in Mexican airspace.
The WORST time for me was when he actually LAUGHED at me. OK...laughed at what I did....
It took me a lotta years to figure out why none of the guys I went to school with would date me...First Grade. Yep. That set the stage...;o]
In elementary school I attended a private school with mixed grade-level classes. They placed students in classes not based on year in school but on Stanford-Binet and a few other tests. In third grade I actually went to English class with tenth graders. To be honest, I handled Homer and Shakespeare well, but had some horrendous nightmares for a long time when we read “Alive”. There’s a lesson in there somewhere, I think.
I understand. When guys see my assortment of tools, they suffer from ToolBox Envy. I have to guard the tools well, or they will borrow legs and sneak off.
I hope you get it resolved soon!
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