Tuesday, April 11, 2006

You Can't Write a Eulogy for a Dog


Maybe not, but I will anyway.

We put my dog to sleep today, around 3:30pm eastern. It's about 5pm as I'm typing this sentance. We buried him in my neighbor's yard. My chest aches from the serious sobbing job I put it through a little while ago. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't seen his eyes roll into the back of his head as he left us. Once that happened, I completely lost it. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but nothing would come out of my mouth except sobs. I know I'll never have a dog like him again. My parents have had plenty, and although they were all special in their own way, he was the best dog they'd ever had.

It's hard to really explain how I'm feeling right now. I know he's dead, I know he's buried, I know he's not gonna be around for me to cuddle a thousand times a day. I just don't get it...It doesn't seem possible...I guess I'll grow used to it eventually but I just have a really hard time believing that I've really lost my best friend for good. Yeah I know that I said that I cried, it's like emotionally I knew what was going on but conciously I had no idea. I don't know what I'm going to do or how I'm going to handle it. I spent some time last night making a wallpaper for our desktop in his memory. I was fine until it was finished, then I broke down and cried along with my parents.

I spent my last block in school sitting in a room with my 'big sister' Sarah.There's no way I could thank her for all she's done for me. She's always able to comfort me. I have a note she wrote me during class to help me get by, I'll always have it. She offered to help me make a scrapbook for Zoom. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it with the state I'm in but maybe sometime during vacation or on the day I have off we can get started if she doesn't work that day. A huge thank you to Sarah for keeping me sane in my time of need. I love you.

I guess I'll leave you with some pictures of my best friend, Zoom. Rest in peace buddy, I'll always love you.



Sunday, April 09, 2006

Radiation, Zombies, and Necromancers! Oh My!

My shower is my special place. When I shower I let my mind run loose and start to relax. I'll start thinking about random things and occasionally a gem such as what will soon follow is produced. I assure you that what is to come is merely a product of an over stressed mind accompanied by an overactive imagination and just a hint of realism. Enjoy the show.
While I was washing my hair an interesting question came into my mind...Well, not a question at that moment, more of a one word statement: Radiation. Images of destruction and death filled my mind's eye for a moment before another word flashed into consciousness: Zombies. Stay with me on this one, it's a lot of fun, I promise.
Think about it. An atomic bomb or whatever is dropped, people on and around the site of impact are killed, there are few survivors which have the luck to get suck with radiation poisoning and contaminated food and water. Basically, they're screwed, really screwed. Now onto how zombies fit into all of this nonsense. Obviously the first half of the proceeding set of events would remain the same, the end however, would be quite different. Before continuing I would like to tell all Resident Evil and zombie flick fanatics to shut up, get out of their little fantasy world and try to be a wee bit realistic. Thank you.
Let's start with a definition of what a zombie is and a little background information on how they work. A typical zombie, not the voodoo zombie or anything else, just a plain old reanimated corpse bent on eating any living thing it manages to catch. The only working organ is its brain which is used to send rather primitive signals such as making them want to "eat". Basically all they do is jam food down their throats and into their stomach where it sits until the zombie's little tummy bursts because they can't digest their food. So all this talk about them needing to feed in order to survive is rubbish. The desire to feed oneself is just another primitive instinct that it would seem the zombified brain still controls while all other bodily functions have ceased after the initial expiration.
Now that we've cleared that up, let's continue, shall we? Now, before starting to even write this post I just had to conduct a bit of research of my own because I enjoy educating myself and making others look like morons. Anyway, I searched the web to see if any studies or research had been done as to the effects of radiation received after death. Everything just gave me information on the effects of radiation on live victims and the causes of their death. Nothing I really cared about. So I'll just attempt to apply my previous, though limited, knowledge regarding human anatomy and physiology to pretty much bs my way through this one. Should a zombie come into contact with radiation and become a radioactive zombie (no matter how corny that sounds) there really would be no effects on it. It would just be a walking radiation flavored lollipop. There would be no mutations as radiation affects living cells, eventually killing them off, and a zombie is already dead. The zombiefied brain is alive to some degree, though to what extent is unknown, so one would think that there is a small possibility for a mutation to occur. Once again we must remind ourselves that the undead brain controls very primitive functions so the effects, if any, could very well be unimportant.
Now onto necromancers, hurray! Again we'll start with a small definition as to what a necromancer is. A necromancer is a person who is trained in the arts of both raising the dead and manipulating them. They are also said to be immortal due to their power over death. Taking this immortality into consideration, it would really suck to be a necromancer caught anywhere near an atomic blast. Sure you'd be alive but think about it. There would be a good chance that, although your cells would not perish, they would become mutated due to exposure. Would you really want to live as a giant lump of tumors named Jim? I didn't think so. Normally suicide is not the answer, the same goes in this case. You'd just come back to life to continue your suffering. The only advice I can give you is to learn to get used to it.
The moral of the story is: You'll be all set if you happen to be a zombie, but, if you're a necromancer...Well...Sorry man, better luck next time.

First Day Here

Well it's my first day here on Blogger.com, I haven't managed a blog since I left LiveJournal due to personal reasons and I guess it's time for me to start one up again. Hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to post here every once in a while, either that or just hope I don't forget for weeks on end as I had a tendancy to do with LJ.

Alright, first things first:

  • The Name - I chose to call this Meus Templum because it translates to My Sanctuary in Latin. Most people use journals or diaries as a place to express their thoughts and emotions about a certain subject, usually their personal lives or current events in the world, and not be judged for it. That's all fine and dandy but I really don't care if people agree with me or not, hence why I have no problem sharing information by such a public method.
  • Future Content - Seeing as this is my blog/journal thing, I'll pretty much be posting whatever I want. Usually it'll be about my day, something that impacted my life somehow, or a rant on how stupid I find some people's actions/state of mind to be. It should be fun, for me anyway.

There you have it. So now I guess all I really have to say is...Stay tuned for whatever madness I stick up here.