Protests on Wall Street

Recently, some protests have sprung up around Wall Street telling information about corporate greed and other issues this country has faced. Hundreds have been arrested because of the demonstrations and so I figured I'd put my view up here. I fully support the demonstrators. If we are going to treat the Corporations as individuals then let's start by making arrests for thievery, not for speaking out against a wrong that is keeping our nation from moving forward. We the people have the right to free speech. Where in the Bill of Rights does it say "Corporate greed is the way to go"? Nowhere in the one they taught us about in school. If we don't stop corporations from feeding off of us like leeches, then who will?

Supersonic Psychofish VS. The Target Corperation

Today I discovered Target has begun backing a homophobic candidate, which has sparked contraversy, boycotts, and Facebook pages against Target. I figured I would join them for two reasons: One, This planet isn't going anywhere if we're going to continue to discriminate against people for who they are, and two, I'm lesbian. So from this day forward untill Target decides to change its decision, I'm not walking into any Target store or buying anything from Target. Everything I would get at Target is availible at other stores. If you would like to join the boycott I encourage you. Hopefully Target will change its decision, if not, they will get less buisness.

Changes

As I'm sure you are aware there were some minor changes to my site. Recently my nickname Dr. Sad had died after it had not been used by peers after some time. I came up with another nickname (Supersonic Psychofish) which seemed far more random and more fitting after a lift in my overall mood which made Dr. Sad seem more pessimistic than I've been. So although some may miss the old nickname, it is a sign that an overall two year depression has lifted, and I am glad that the ordeal is over.

funnyjunk.com must die!

    Today I learned that a comedic website by the address of funnyjunk.com has been stealing work from other websites and getting money by placing ads on them, while not giving credit to the original publishers. While they did not take anything from my site, they have taken work off a site that me and my brother have become fans of other the last few months. The Oatmeal (theoatmeal.com) has had several of its posts plagiarised by notfunnyjunk, and so have plenty of now pissed off publishers that have had their websites ripped off. The Oatmeal has sent a Cease and Desist to notfunnyjunk.ass and they have responded by childish name calling. So to The Oatmeal; hang in there guy(s) (I don't know how many people run the site, maybe just one but you know) and to the notfunnyjunk person/people: I think I'll let you know what I really think by letting myself stoop to your level. You are a fuck-retarded syphilis infected bag of amputated genitals from both genders that is only posting other people's work because you're pissed off that you can't get laid. So shut your fucking mouths instead of being a bunch of assholes who didn't earn a single bit of the money you made from other people's work. So you can go fuck yourselves since nobody else will.

                          Dead Instinct

               By Hannah “Dr. Sad” Foster

         The doctor was sitting at the desk looking at the formula scrawled on the small slit of paper. This was supposed to be the chemical compound that would restore the zombies to their former human selves. All the subjects had been cured only for a short while but became irate after three days. It only restored higher brain function at an alarming rate. The cure had failed, and now it had been taken by the government and mass-produced as a gas. While they were taking it the doctor tried telling them their plan wasn't going to work, but they didn't listen. He had received and e-mail from them explaining how there were only a few days before they would engulf the countryside with the gas. He desperately tried to warn them against it. He looked at the computer screen when he received a reply to his pleas. "You’re delusional. We tested it two days ago on one of the monsters, and they're doing fine. Don't worry, we have the situation under control." they weren't going to listen. Everyone was doomed. He walked over to a cabinet with different wines, whiskeys and bourbon. At least when they came for him he would be too drunk to care.

      "Die motherfucker!" the man with the green jacket yelled as he pointed the .44 magnum at the zombie girls head and pulled the trigger. With a loud blast the head vanished in a mahogany spray of blood, skin, brain and bone. He shot her at point-blank range. Three of the zombies suddenly became increasingly sadistic and tore the woman next to the man to pieces. The man yelled as he dropped the gun and tried to pry the undead off his wife, but they wouldn't let go. Finally they lost interest in the torn up corpse and began to flee. The man picked up his gun and began to fire rapidly at the escaping walking-dead but they all got out of sight, and he has yet to find them in the dark woods.

         "Uuuuunnngghhh" The cold woman said. She was tired and her husband next to her knew that they couldn't keep running forever. "Gguurrgh" he replied and they collapsed under a tree, and dosed off. They were woken up by people laughing loudly somewhere nearby. The rest of the cold ones had wandered off while they were asleep. They got up and followed the sound to a couple who looked like they were cold but they smelled like the warm. They were pale and thin. The man was scruffy with a black tank top and a torn up pair of jeans with a pair of converse that had once been black but had turned brown with dirt and age. The woman had on the same outfit the man had except her tank top was blue. The cold ones were becoming hungry again. They walked slowly to the warm ones that looked like cold ones when they noticed a strange smell in the air. It was bittersweet and musky, and when they got closer they saw the blue pipe sitting on the ground next to the warm scented ones who had seemed to have fallen asleep. The cold ones got closer and the woman opened her eyes. "Jerry look! They look sick!" she said. The smell in the air became intoxicating. "We should lay off the grass," the man answered "'Cuz I don't see anything" he finished. "Open your eyes Jer." she said. He opened his eyes. "Whoa they are sick, want some pot?" he asked. "nuuurrrrgghk" the cold man replied falling on Jerry and biting into his neck. The woman instantly became sober and tried to get up and get away but the cold woman caught her, tearing off a chunk of her shoulder in her teeth. The woman screamed a high-pitched, ear shattering scream. Then she didn't scream anymore, and everything was silent, until there was a mechanism flying above them, and 3 foot tall canisters were thrown from it. They hit the ground with heavy thuds and rolled. Shortly after they exploded in a sudden flurry of yellowish gas. It was, for some odd reason, pleasing to the cold ones. They breathed deep and there was a sudden chill in the back of their skulls. Suddenly, everything began to make sense.

  "We are all so hungry but the warm ones keep fighting. You would think hunting would be fun but when you just have your teeth and your hands and they have shotguns chainsaws and shit like that the thoughts just not as fun. But we have to eat. They killed my daughter, I'll fucking slaughter the green jacket jackass with the gun that shot her in the head. She only became cold a few weeks ago. Now she can't move anymore..."

  "They can only shoot so many of us at once. Are there other cold ones we can travel with? We can find food faster if we have a bigger group. I think that's what the warm ones have been doing. We should find more cold ones." the cold man thought. "Hwhuuurrgh" he said to the cold woman. They began to wander toward a city nearby. They didn't know if there were warm ones in the city but it looked familiar to the cold woman. "juuurrrh" she said. It seems familiar because the city was where she turned cold around three months ago. They saw a burning car with nobody inside. Then the bullets came and everything went black.

Men with Surgical masks with bright lights appeared and they started digging sharp metal things into the cold ones' skin. "Wrrraaaarrgh!" they cried in pain. The warm ones didn't treat cold ones like human anymore. They didn't treat them like living things either. Long weeks went by and the torment continued. Eventually the cold woman stopped moving forever and she didn't open her eyes anymore. She wasn't coming back. Ever. The cold man knew he had to get out as soon as he could. He sees the warm man with a surgical mask come nearer. And nearer. And soon, he comes too near and the cold man rips out his lung. "Son of a bitch!" the warm man squeals out in vain. The cold man breaks out of his restrains and tears the warm man apart in an epic fashion and they fall to the floor limply as the cold man has his first meal in weeks. He's free now; all he needs to do is find the way out. He wanders through halls with doors on either side with signs that to his astonishment he is able to read. He can remember what sounds the letters are supposed to make when said. "Examination" the nearest door is labeled. He tries to say it himself but his tongue is too limp. "Esaminasuuu..." is all he can mutter. He pushes the door and it opens, while a horrid smell is emitting from the room. And lying there on the metal table is the remains of the cold woman. "Wiiii...we...ewen...” She didn't respond. "rrrrrgh...RRRRRGH... RRRAAARRggH!!" now the cold man will stop at nothing to brutally slaughter every last warm one he sees until the entire planet exists only to house the cold ones. He sees a bright green neon sign nearby with an arrow that says "exit" and heads for it. "Stay right where you are motherfucker!" there's a warm one with a gun behind him. "Or die and burn!" he warm one has a cold wretched bloodlust in his eyes. "We’re... Aready...dead...” the cold man says. And runs straight for the man with a gun. "If this kills me at least I'll be with Wendy again…" the cold man thought to himself. ”At least I'll be with her..."

 The doctor looked at the screen:  

Days since outbreak 358

Zombie population: 45,287, 842 and rising

Project evaluation: FAILURE

Status: Terminated

Execute command EX425?

      Y/N

      Y

Self destruct initiating...

4:59.... 4:58.... 4:57....... 3:56.......

2:35........ 1:27....... 0:25......

Update!

Tonight at midnight "Dead Instinct" (Zombie story official name, yay) will be released! Hope you people are exited for it

Zombie that hates release date

I know you guys have been waiting a while for this (and the story itself frankly) but here is the release date!
            April 15, 2011
That's right, this Friday. Two days. Two friggin' days. Two. Yup, two. No more and no less.
I would also like to point out that "Zombie that Hates" Is not the official title of the short story, I haven't thought of anything better yet and if I don't then it will be. Hope you enjoy it when it comes out

Release Date To Be Announced!

Alright, I'm going to be writing a depressing zombie story told in the perspective of the zombies. Here's a little teaser. I warn you it is a little violent and has extreme language! Hope you like it.



"We are all so hungry but the warm ones keep fighting. You would think hunting would be fun but when you just have your teeth and your hands and they have shotguns chainsaws and shit like that the thoughts just not as fun. But we have to eat. They killed my daughter, I'll fucking slaughter the green jacket jackass with the gun that shot her in the head. She only became cold a few weeks ago. Now she can't move anymore..."

Sincere Issues with the people who hate without reason

Acknowledgements:
The following article is able to be seen as offensive or controversial, you are advised to stop and find something else to read if you believe you may be offended by this, you have been warned

The author of this is bisexual, and has a shorter temper than the average person



       So I was sitting there this morning reading the news when I had discovered that Westboro had once again been hell-bent to be as socially unacceptable as possible. They had charges held against them for emotional distress from a father of a soldier who had died and was having his funeral protested by Westboro. They were protesting the funerals of soldiers saying that it’s America's punishment by God for tolerating gays. The charges were dropped after the courts had ruled that they were protected by the first amendment.
        Here’s what I have to say about the whole thing. First off is what I would like to say to Westboro:
Stop. Just stop, you seriously have nothing to gain from your hateful campaign against gays or anybody else. If anything you are not only hurting people but yourself because you are being ungrateful toward the sacrifices the soldiers in the war and their families have been making to keep you free and safe from the fear of attack. So next time you feel like you want to say something that’ll hurt someone, don’t protest funerals.
            To the courts, why would you let these people win? And to the father, me and the American people (at least the ones with a conscience) will not forget your son or the other soldiers lost and continue to stand with you. You have our full-fledged support. That’s what I have to say, if you want to add something post a comment.

Warning

This is my new blog where I will post some of the things in the deep, dark abyss that is my mind. Some of my posts may have language (but I'm 16 so it should be expected) and shouldn't be viewed by anyone younger than the age of 12. You may ask me "Why not just set up the blog to warn people when they first log into it?" Well, frankly, because it won't make you any safer. Enjoy.