Friday, October 26, 2012

Friday pussy zombie

With that bewitching of bewitching day fast approaching what better way to get in the mood for a Friday than a zombie cat. But there are those far recesses of the back roads of the internet where sensitive eyes should rarely go if at all. Exactly what posses twisted minds to conger such perversions is anyone's guess. We all have our likes and dislikes and some go to the extremes of obsessions. But nothing could be more macabre than This, viewer discretion advised. Don't say I didn't warn you. And no this isn't about undecided voters either.

In hitting the store the other day I came upon or should I say was instructed to go to one of those self check outs. I detest such animals because 9 times out of 10 they never work for me. All seemed to be going well until I slipped the 20 into the money grabbing slot where upon the receipt spit out as normal but no change for a $6 purchase. It was then I informed the clerk who retrieved my correct change from another till. I informed her that she had a Romney machine that wants all my money. She laughed. I then told her to "get rid of the damn machines and hire more people".

But this is the pre Halloweenie scare you till you pee your pants post so I'll continue on to the next fright night adventure.
Hanford (you remember that place where all the radioactive material was created for our A tom bombs for WWII) is busy "cleaning up" a bunch of contaminated stuff left over from that era.

The Tri-City Herald reports more than 200 gloveboxes are being dismantled and buried as the Plutonium Finishing Plant is demolished.
These aren't the type you'll find in you fathers' old Oldsmobile, they were meant to protect workers as they processed plutonium. Should be an interesting process as this section of building weighted 10 tons. And how do you think they'll "clean up" this material? Out of sight out of mind they'll bury it in the ground. And as the years pass and they forget where they bury it (people are like that you know) I envision giant glowing worms and 50 ft. ants roaming the deserts of central Washington State in our future. (Insert the sci fi moog music here)

I'll save the chain saws and hockey mask stories for a later date. It is still early in the bewitching season and so much more can happen between now and then. I smell a three act play churning around in the gray matter which might make it to the second act should possession or creativity strike. In the mean time keep your stick on the ice.

Bank fails later.  
UPDATE: One bank fail this week in Pa.

5 comments:

Randal Graves said...

It's about damn time that 50s sci-fi flicks and 70s Italian yahooery start more than merely imitating life.

Bustednuckles said...

They found another containment tank leaking the other day. So far it's just the inner wall.

They'll have to order another roll of shrink wrap now.

S.W. Anderson said...

Hanford is a real-life horror story all right. That I am downwind of it gives me the creeps, too.

I avoid self-serve checkouts like the plague. I've noticed people standing in line while the self-serves are empty, so I know I'm not alone.

BBC said...

I fantasize about shooting a certain redhead right in the cocksucker.

I'm staying home that night, too many weird fucks out there anymore.

I use self check out at times, once you get used to them they're not so bad.

Demeur said...

Yeah I love those Italian horror flicks too at times.

No they'll just send in Hose B with some silly putty. Hose A died last week.

SW does that mean you'll get "glowing" reviews.

Every time I've used one of these self service check outs something has gone wrong and the checker has to fix it. Forget the redhead shoot the machines.