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Just thought I was share my experince this morning. During a trip to check out part of the plant this morninging, I had the joy of seeing two cyotoes, three bob cats, about 30 to 40 deer, and one flock of six turkeys and a second flock from about 75 to 100 turkeys. It is a good day. Oddly, I was more surprized to see three bob cats in one day than the huge flock of turkeys.

This morning on my way to work I saw three dead birds a few dozen sheep and a field or so of cows. What lives we lead ey?

what what: was all that dead? wow.

Only the birds unfortuneatly, missed the rest.

On the way to work today I saw cars, trucks, traffic lights almost eternally turned to red.

The same as every morning....

I see the same groups of morons everyday. At my school of course (No morons on Dakka as far as I can tell ).

Because my school is like a big construct of stupidity. The very bricks seethe with dumbness. The very concrete which holds the very bricks offers to 'blaze' the bricks.

And the bricks say 'no.'

Boring day as usual.

Bus trip to school was slow and boring and cold, as most Tasmanian mornings are.

School was colder due to a lack of good heaters.

Zapped myself fiddling with a computer monitor in Graphic Design class.

Bus trip home was noisy and full of snobbish private school students who still manage to hang with the bogans comfortably.

My grandmother died. Not that upset about it, because it was very peaceful. Too bad I only got to see her once a year (if I was lucky).

Then I logged onto Dakka and the day turned up a bit.

I spent the day dreaming about stompas and superheavy tanks. I hate waiting! Also, my biggest customer is out sick since he had to have surgery to repair a cancerous ulcer and so he hasn't sent an order in a week, and my other customer never orders anything from january to august. So I'm bored and broke, not a good combination I tell ya!

My morning:

I woke up and well....I'm still waiting for something to happen.........ohhhh look TOAST!!!

This morning I will monitor the feeding of about 20 bloods, 5 Crips, an MS-13, and a homeless guy that likes to write on the walls of his cell with his own poop.

I think I beat you all out....or I didnt, depending on your perspective.

Deadshane1 wrote:This morning I will monitor the feeding of about 20 bloods, 5 Crips, an MS-13, and a homeless guy that likes to write on the walls of his cell with his own poop.

I think I beat you all out....or I didnt, depending on your perspective.

Sounds like a visit from the Umbrella Corporation would brighten your day right the hell up!

Zombies would definatly raise the intelligence and manners level around here.

Here's the question. Would English zombies be more polite than American zombies?

"I say old chap I'm out for spot of brains and there's nothing to do for it. Might I come over and have a quick bite?"

Canadian Zombie:

"See that kid over there wearing the joggers and drinking a pop? I'm gonna go eat his brains, eh?"

Then there's the ones from Montreal that speak french while they're chewing on your leg, those zombies just freak me out, I mean "French Zombies?" WTF.

Ish. They still eat you, but they form a line and patiently await their turn.

Rather sadly this is one time that "women and children first" really does them no favours.

Deadshane1 wrote:Canadian Zombie:

"See that kid over there wearing the joggers and drinking a pop? I'm gonna go eat his brains, eh?"

Then there's the ones from Montreal that speak french while they're chewing on your leg, those zombies just freak me out, I mean "French Zombies?" WTF.

We don't say 'eh?'.

The Montreal guy wouldn't be speaking french, but he'll have a ridiculous accent. "Om ze nom ze nom"

You don't say eh eh? Even when wearing a took?

This morning I saw pretty white steam pouring out from under the hood of my crappy Honda as the radiator decided to up and die on me.