You know, when that guy asked my yesterday if I thought I could dance, I didn't think he meant ballroom or whatever the hell that was.
Jan. 28th, 2009
Jan. 20th, 2009
Well, I can't believe I'm saying it but Freak Nation? Is six months old. I'm waiting until after taxes to say whether we're a financial success or not but I can't say there's been a day when there hasn't been at least a few people in here, even if they were just my kids.
I just want to say, I couldn't have done it without all of you, so thanks.
( Tony )
I just want to say, I couldn't have done it without all of you, so thanks.
( Tony )
Jan. 13th, 2009
Jan. 6th, 2009
( Private )
Jan. 4th, 2009
So, I've got a couple, but if anyone else needs or wants me to send pictures of missing people out with the bike messengers, just holler.
Dec. 29th, 2008
You know, I've been looking over past entries and, I gotta say, it's been a hell of a year. Even the little things were big, you know? It's pretty much been indiscribable and I have a feeling 2009 is going to be the same way.
Dec. 17th, 2008
So yeah, went down to open up Freak Nation this morning and I thought for a moment I was at the beach because it was one huge sand dune. This thought was rapidly interupted when the words "Prepare the way of the Lord" appeared floating in mid-air.
I'm really glad it disappeared when I closed the door 'cause I have no idea how long it would have taken to get rid of all of that sand.
Then again, dune surfing could have been fun.
I'm really glad it disappeared when I closed the door 'cause I have no idea how long it would have taken to get rid of all of that sand.
Then again, dune surfing could have been fun.
Dec. 8th, 2008
Dec. 5th, 2008
Dec. 2nd, 2008
In honor of me being officially back to work and all that, I'm having a free day. That's right! This Sunday, come play at Freak Nation for free!
( Tony )
( Tony )
Nov. 24th, 2008
( Private )
Nov. 20th, 2008
Yesterday, I was a bug on the windshield of life. Today... I'm not. Also, am at Cass's. She kidnapped me.
Sorry about that folks.
Well, not about the kidnapping. About the bug part.
( December )
Sorry about that folks.
Well, not about the kidnapping. About the bug part.
( December )
Nov. 19th, 2008
3rd person closed
The television high in the corner of the waiting room was playing the news. The anchorwoman looked concerned as she read off the report.
"One man was rushed to the hospital in critical condition after a city bus hit his bicycle. Alexander Durance was admitted to Tampa General with multiple fractures -- including one to his skull -- but no other details on his condition have been released.
Witnesses say..."
A doctor removed his surgical mask as he approached two figures holding hands tightly as they sat in the uncomfortable chairs. He looked confused. Befuddled, even.
"Ms. Knight? Mr. Bartlet? I don't know how to tell you this... I'm not even sure what the hell happened. But Mr. Durance is fine. He died on the operating table but he came back." With no help from his staff, he'd admit later. "In fact, he appears to be recovering from all the injuries he suffered during the accident. It's ... well, a miracle."
"One man was rushed to the hospital in critical condition after a city bus hit his bicycle. Alexander Durance was admitted to Tampa General with multiple fractures -- including one to his skull -- but no other details on his condition have been released.
Witnesses say..."
A doctor removed his surgical mask as he approached two figures holding hands tightly as they sat in the uncomfortable chairs. He looked confused. Befuddled, even.
"Ms. Knight? Mr. Bartlet? I don't know how to tell you this... I'm not even sure what the hell happened. But Mr. Durance is fine. He died on the operating table but he came back." With no help from his staff, he'd admit later. "In fact, he appears to be recovering from all the injuries he suffered during the accident. It's ... well, a miracle."
3rd person closed
It was one of those things that would later be described as a "freak accident" and a series of "unfortunate coincidences".
The bus was due in at the city garage later that week; the fact that the brakes were almost bare would have been discovered then. Fire hydrants had been flushed a few hours ago but the street was still a little slick with water. Construction had finished on the bus lane along the same street three days ago; there was no traffic to impede the progress of the bus and the driver took advantage to try to speed things along.
When the light changed to red, he braked, but nothing happened. The bus began to slide on the water as passengers screamed and grabbed the seats in front of them as if that would prevent the oncoming disaster. There was nothing the driver could do except yell unheard-shouts at oncoming traffic.
Oncoming traffic and a lone bicyclist.
Alex was dodging and weaving through cars, eyes on the green light when nearly 26 tons of metal broadsided him. His bike was caught, and he and it tumbled under and then dragged along until the bus (thankfully) was stopped by the concrete side of a building.
It all happened in an instant but the damage was undeniable. Traffic had come to a noisy stop as cars ran into each other. People rushed away from the scene, then toward it. Sirens could already be heard not so far away.
Alex lay broken and bleeding, half under the bus, unconscious. His helmet was designed to withstand many things but impact with hundreds of thousands of pounds of bus wasn't one of them. His skull was fractured. His arm. Both legs. There wasn't a patch of skin on him that wasn't scraped raw. It was hard to tell where the blood was coming from there was so much seeping away.
The sirens got louder as emergency personnel raced through the crowd. There was a chance -- slim though it was -- that if they got him to the hospital in time, he might survive.
A very, very slim chance.
The bus was due in at the city garage later that week; the fact that the brakes were almost bare would have been discovered then. Fire hydrants had been flushed a few hours ago but the street was still a little slick with water. Construction had finished on the bus lane along the same street three days ago; there was no traffic to impede the progress of the bus and the driver took advantage to try to speed things along.
When the light changed to red, he braked, but nothing happened. The bus began to slide on the water as passengers screamed and grabbed the seats in front of them as if that would prevent the oncoming disaster. There was nothing the driver could do except yell unheard-shouts at oncoming traffic.
Oncoming traffic and a lone bicyclist.
Alex was dodging and weaving through cars, eyes on the green light when nearly 26 tons of metal broadsided him. His bike was caught, and he and it tumbled under and then dragged along until the bus (thankfully) was stopped by the concrete side of a building.
It all happened in an instant but the damage was undeniable. Traffic had come to a noisy stop as cars ran into each other. People rushed away from the scene, then toward it. Sirens could already be heard not so far away.
Alex lay broken and bleeding, half under the bus, unconscious. His helmet was designed to withstand many things but impact with hundreds of thousands of pounds of bus wasn't one of them. His skull was fractured. His arm. Both legs. There wasn't a patch of skin on him that wasn't scraped raw. It was hard to tell where the blood was coming from there was so much seeping away.
The sirens got louder as emergency personnel raced through the crowd. There was a chance -- slim though it was -- that if they got him to the hospital in time, he might survive.
A very, very slim chance.
Nov. 11th, 2008
Nov. 4th, 2008
List of things what are good:
My best bud married.
My other best bud not dead.
Halloween party a success (which is totally not as important as the other two).
My best bud married.
My other best bud not dead.
Halloween party a success (which is totally not as important as the other two).
Oct. 29th, 2008
Right, this is me. Checking in with everyone all at once. I'm alive and in one piece and untied and so is Little Fella.
Everyone else?
( Sam )
Everyone else?
( Sam )
Oct. 27th, 2008
3rd person closed: More zombies!
When Alex had texted Susi that he was tied up, he hadn't expected it to be literal several hours later. Rachel had surprised him; she looked a lot weaker than she actually was.
"It's not personal, Alex," she said as she leaned close and stroked his cheek. He tried not to flinch away. She smiled sadly and kissed his his forehead. "I loved you," she whispered in his ear and turned away. Her footsteps sounded down the stairs and he heard the door open and close.
The puppy whimpered and pawed at his pen. He scratched at knot Rachel had made to hold his gate closed as Alex silently urged him on.
Alex tried to scoot his chair closer to his desk and his cell phone. Maybe he could get a grip on it and text hit 'last call dialed'. Maybe. Hopefully. Maybe the Little Fella would learn a new trick tonight.
After he was free, he'd wonder where Rachel was headed.
"It's not personal, Alex," she said as she leaned close and stroked his cheek. He tried not to flinch away. She smiled sadly and kissed his his forehead. "I loved you," she whispered in his ear and turned away. Her footsteps sounded down the stairs and he heard the door open and close.
The puppy whimpered and pawed at his pen. He scratched at knot Rachel had made to hold his gate closed as Alex silently urged him on.
Alex tried to scoot his chair closer to his desk and his cell phone. Maybe he could get a grip on it and text hit 'last call dialed'. Maybe. Hopefully. Maybe the Little Fella would learn a new trick tonight.
After he was free, he'd wonder where Rachel was headed.
3rd person closed: Zombie plot
Alex had built it into the schedule since he'd started Freak Nation: The place wasn't open on The Sevens. It was early morning and he was by himself -- the day seemed pretty quiet so far. Nothing on the journals, nothing on the news. He was listening for any more details about the explosion as he rode his bike up and down the walls of the bowl. Just the announcer on the radio and the sound of his tires ... until the puppy started barking.
Alex skidded to a halt at the top of the wall and blinked at the figure standing in the gallery. The door was locked. Or had been.
"Hello Simon," the girl said.
Alex did what any reasonable man would have: He fell off his bike. When he got back up, she was still there.
"Rachel?" She nodded her head once and gave him a sweet smile.
"You ... look good." For a dead person who might suck out his brains.
"So do you, Simon."
"Yeah ... about that..."
Alex skidded to a halt at the top of the wall and blinked at the figure standing in the gallery. The door was locked. Or had been.
"Hello Simon," the girl said.
Alex did what any reasonable man would have: He fell off his bike. When he got back up, she was still there.
"Rachel?" She nodded her head once and gave him a sweet smile.
"You ... look good." For a dead person who might suck out his brains.
"So do you, Simon."
"Yeah ... about that..."
Oct. 22nd, 2008
Update! There will in fact be a Halloween party at Freak Nation. Costume gets you a discount, plus there's a costume contest. Live DJ (who rocks, I can assure you), food, drinks. No alcohol please. 8pm-midnight for the kids, adults or kids with adult supervision can stay until 2am.
