Jacksonville Rallies to Support Local Food Banks on World Zombie Day
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Jacksonville Rallies to Support Local Food Banks on World Zombie Day
Jacksonville, FL – (September 29, 2008) -- Zombie enthusiasts, dripping with fake blood, come together to raise awareness of world hunger and stock up the Second Harvest Food Bank for the Thanksgiving holiday.
A one of a kind FIRST EVER International Zombie Charity Event.Young and old, fans of the Zombie culture come together for a good cause.
Jacksonville is one of 50 cities taking part and will be included in a Guinness Book of World Records attempt for the largest zombie gathering.
World Zombie Day October 26th, 2008: The party starts in Downtown Jacksonville @ 2pm (specific locations to be announced), followed by an after party at 9th & Main in Historic Springfield.
Zombie fans of all ages will come dressed their goriest, each carrying a non-perishable food item to be donated to the Second Harvest Food Bank.
For details: jaxzombiewalk.com or myspace.com/jaxzombiewalk
What is a zombie walk? According to Mark Menold, producer and host of It's Alive, a zombie walk is an organized public gathering of two or more people who dress up in zombie costumes and make up.
Hosted By: joshua hardee When: Saturday Jun 21, 2008 at 8:00 PM Where: The New Place 2844 3 Sydney St. Jacksonville, FL 32205 United States Description: joshua hardee
Old writings from four years ago.
Current mood: angsty
(This is from a piece I wrote four years ago, back when I still had a mind and soul of my own.)
It is my opinion that humanity has rendered itself completely obsolete on the individual level. By adapting the insect hive-mind model of operation, we have given control of the planet over to larger groupthink entities comprised individually of hundreds of thousands of humans working in sync to achieve that superlifeform's goals.While we may still have some level of control over our individual lives at this point , it is also my belief that that level of choice is diminishing rapidly, and will continue to do so at greater and greater rates as our choices of wants and needs become more and more defined by these superlifeforms.
The superlifeforms I am referring to are large corporations ,multinational corporate interests that exist above and beyond any sort of human law or morality.They may not be life-forms in any sense that individual humans can recognise (no more so than individual cells of a body can recognise that they are part of a larger organism), but they are "alive" in the sense that they have a Will and have the power to enforce that Will on the world around them. This Will is not the WIll of one man, or even of several men. This is easily proven. Take any large corporation, put it's entire board of directors on a plane, and crash that plane. the corporation will still exist. There will simply be a new board of directors selected to replace the old one. The Will of the corporate superlifeform will continue to be carried out.
These superlifeforms are still "primitive". They have only existed on an evolutionary scale of nanoseconds. They each have only one goal: To consume more and grow larger. Since they are immortal, they have no need to procreate, although sometimes they will "bud" like fungi and create smaller superlifeforms that break off from the "parent" and begin their own independent growth. Fortunately, these superlifeforms are cannibalistic and will gladly devour each other and their own offspring in order to add to their sphere of influence.Unfortunately, while the budding process may weaken them, they are often strengthened by allowing a small portion of themselves to break off, grow, and then be re-absorbed.This primitive newness leads them to be highly savage and destructive on a global scale.
One of the most dangerous things about these superlifeforms (aide from their titanic size and rate of consumption)is the fact that on several surfaces, they appear to be benign. They provide goods and services that are useful and often difficult to get without the aid of the superlifeform in question. The surface level benefits they provide however are completely eclipsed by the cost they exact for said goods and services. The easily obtained food is often obtained at a far greater environmental cost than if the individual produced his or her own food. The clothing is often produced under slave-labor conditions in third world countries. The fuel and vehicles are provided and maintained at the cost of numerous wars and (again) a hideous environmental cost. The appearance of benign behavior is a thin mask over what is in actually a massive consuming fungal superlifeform.
None of this is new. All of this has been said by far more intelligent persons than myself, in far better ways. It is all, as they say, "old news".
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So, tomorrow is Chinese New year's. I had forgotten about it entirely, but fortunately, Lisa reminded me!
This one is actually kind of special to me, because it will be kicking off the Year of the Rat, and I, as has often been pointed out to me, am a Rat.
The first Emperor of all China was a Rat, so, it's an auspicious sign...and with it being "our year", I look forward to auspicious times for ALL my Rat-brothers, Rat-sisters, Rat-aunts, Rat-uncles, and fifty bazillion Rat-cousins.
Nor, indeed, am I "hard core". I am, however, fucking exhausted. I've been doing 5-10 hour over-time shifts at work while we move the new website outt, and today they finally said I can do my regular shift without the world collapsing.
So, Let's get the record straight:
I have a 401k, full medical benefits (yes, including vision AND dental), I get paid a RIDICULOUS amount of money (No, seriously. I'm often disgusted by how much they pay me to do what I do...) and on top of all this...
..I sleep in until 10 or 11 every day, and I wear pretty much whatever I want.
I'm having an anti-midlife crisis.
Current mood: bouncy
Tonight at midnight (well, okay, more like around 1-2am.) I'll be turning 35.
Now, Human-Living-In-United-States lifespans being what they are, I can reasonably expect to live to be 70.
This makes me "officially" middle-aged.
I say "officialy", because my family on both sides have incredibly long life-spans. Like scarily so. My grandparents on my father's side are still alive, and both are in their late 90's/ early hundreds.
On my mom's side, my grandmother died because of a drunk driver, and my grandfather (who was in his late 70's even so) died shortly after from a broken heart.
I have several relatives who are well into their late 80's and 90's, and are fully active, ie, they're not mushy-brained doddering old folks, they're capable of walking around and living, that sort of thing.
Hell, i have an 85-year old aunt who still drives regularly, and is one of the few people I 8trust8 sitting in a car with.
SO, by MY family's standards, I'm not even *really* a grown-up yet.
But by normal meat-bag standards, I'm "middle-aged".
I'm supposed to be flipping out right now, buying a new red sports car, looking for a hot blonde stripper to bang, something like that.
But the truth is...I feel good.
No, check that. I feel AWESOME. Like, seriously. I got more $$$ than I know what to do with, my health is better than it's ever been, I have an awesome place to live...
...Gasp...
I'm....HAPPY.
And 9/10 of my current state is due to my own efforts.
Ha.
Life is good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but...yeah.
Check out this event: 35th Annual Birthday Extravaganza
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Hosted By: joshua hardee When: Saturday Jun 16, 2007 at 9:00 PM Where: Hexxenhaus 2596 Post Street Jacksonville, FL 32204 United States Description: joshua hardee
Psycho ex-room-mates are the besterest!.
Current mood: angry
I ran into my ex-room-mate Jessica West...uh...Scarlett...uh...Noel...or WHATEVER name she's using these days last night. Previously, I had sent her an IM asking me what she wanted me to do with the four trash-bags filled with stuff that she had left behind, whether she wanted me to keep holding on to it, or if she wanted me to drop it off over at Carolyn's, where she's staying. Instead of taking one minute to answer me, she started blocking all of my screen-names in sequence.
Then she sends me an email to stop messaging her, and she'll basically pick her up things if and when she feels like it.
So, I send her an email informing her that while at one point I (obviously, since I did it for a month) didn't mind holding on to her things for her, at this point, I was pretty much pissed off and I was dumping her shit on the front porch, she could leave it out there or not.
At any rate, I see her in 5-points last night, and I walk up to her to ask her what the hell's going on and why she's all of a sudden being an uber-cunt. Rather than simply take five minutes to explain herself, she proceeds to turn around and completely ignore me. I ask her if she wants to come get her shit or if she just wants me to throw it out, or what. Her reply? "I'm not dealing with it. You said what you were going to do, so do it. " "So, you WANT me to throw your stuff away?" "I"m not dealing with it now." The thing that mystifies me about this is, we sat down and talked in five points about a week before this happens. She acted like she was glad to see me, and we were all friendly. A little strained, but, at least polite and friendly.
Now, I'm sure that in Jes' mind, this whole thing will be added to the OMG JOSH PS PUSYCHO stories she's been telling for a while now...in an edited and altered form, of course.
(Here are a few other ZOMG PUHSYCHO! bits she's gotten out so far:)
--I grabbed her by her throat and slammed her against a wall. (This was the story she was using before she disappeared for nearly three weeks and wound up in a hotel in Atlanta, binging on cocaine.Oh, did I mention the coke problem?)
--I used to stand over her and stare at her while she was sleeping. (This one I think came AFTER she came up from her little "lost month" up above.)
--I was going to kill her in her sleep. (This one is fairly new.)
Bear in mind, Jes is 21. Not 14.
So, yeah, anyway, that was my night. Well, I also ran into Tobin, the OTHER Jessica and her friends, and Alva, and a few other reasonably normal humans. But obviously, having that whole scene with jes pretty much put a negative spin on my eveing.
Normally, my whole thing is to take the high road, and just ignore or blow shit off when things like this happen. I have learned late in life, however, that if you take the high road, then you only get a worse rep as people who prefer the low road run their mouths. So, this time, I made sure to get a witness...Or four or five.
I have bent over backwards for Jes, I put up with her coke-use, I put up with her having "I'm gonna bring guys home from 5-points and do a stripper routine for them in the living-room" nights, I even put up with the fact that for the entire time she lived her, she never once had a job, and couldn't even manage to make it to her stripper-job ONCE. I even drove her around whenever she asked me to when her motorcycle got stolen because she wouldn't get off her lazy ass and walk it the two blocks over from our old apartment to the new one. I even offered to move it FOR her...and when it got stolen..she didn't even REPORT it to the police for nearly a week...Oh, but she did do a few nights working at a "private club" for one of her "DJ friends". I didn't even say anything when she ran upstairs and had sex with the neighbor in exchange for coke ON THE FIRST WEEK-END WE LIVED HERE. I didn't say anything on the three or four occasions when she'd go on a coke-binge and have a paranoid freak-out because she was high and off of her medications. I didn't say anything when she ran around telling everyone that I was the next incarnation of Jeffery Dahmer.Hell, when things finally got so bad (Living in a house filled with the stench from her room that came from plates of food left half-eaten and sitting out, not to mention that she only bathed about once every three or four days, and etc...) that I asked her to either (a) get a job or leave, I even made sure she had someplace to go before she did so. And at EVERY opportunity I gave her to just apologise for some new shitty thing, instead, she'd just shrug it off and say, "Well, thats' how I am."...and I never said a thing to anyone.
But you know what? I god-damn sure will now...and furthermore, every single incident I mentioned above? I can find at least three people for every sentence up there who will confirm that everything I said is the literal truth, not just he-said she-said rumor. This may not be me keeping silent and taking the "high road", but just this once, I swear to God i am NOT going to be tarred and feathered by rumors spread by a complete fucking psychotic cunt.
I think I've learned a great lesson here. Never, ever, ever let a coke-whore into your house. Yes, I realise that's just common sense to most people. But apparently, for me, it's a lesson I had to learn by actually allowing it to happen.
In my defense, she wasn't a coke-whore when she first moved in. That's really all I can say. Well, that, and the fact that I feel amazingly hurt by this whole shitty situation. Hurt and disappointed.
Unfortunately, i can't say I feel "surprised" by it.
Starting next week, I will begin a series of weekly meditations on the ten spheres of the Qlippoth. I will be posting daily observations, dream-records, and a list of path-workings over the course of each week.
(That will be in my LJ, not here.Although I may post some here, as well.)
I apologise for any wierdness,also, I would appreciate it if no one would panic during the Operation.
(If you know what any of this means,then wish me luck. If you don't, then don't worry about it.)
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