the girl in the mall

Went to the mall for lunch. Coincidently near a post-seccondary school. Usually some nice people to talk to around lunch time.

Saw this girl... all done up. Perfectly pencil thin eyebrows. Bright shiney red dress shirt with some black slacks, obviously tailored for her.

Sitting there. All alone.

I looked... and she looked back. Inviting; like she was a peacock with her feathers in the air trying to be picked up by the bestest male to come by (and yeah, I know that male peacock's have the colorfull feathers)

I'm like... uh... I don't think I can afford the maintenance plan (in my head) and walk right by.

Turning every once in a while... looking.

Sitting there. Above the rest... waiting. Watching all these couples... families.

*crazy laugh*

And I understand. Cause I feel like that. Sometimes, just sitting out in the sun trying to catch the bee with my colors. Not that I'm not good enough, but that my looks are so decieving about who I am... that behind this testosterone filled adrenalin drivin guy there is carefull thought, honest and pure emotion.

But like the masses, I just walk by. "that car costs too much for my budget" and look for the family sedan.

breaking revisited

I did my very first breakdancing show tonight.

For the first nations. We're training at a native canadian place sponcered by the first nations... and I think I'm one of two people who are straight white there.

Which is cool. I've never met more cool people than here.

So we did this little dance thing for their heritage celebration thing. It was horrid! Two nights before we finally figured out our routine. Changed it last night. Practiced it once tonight.

Before we get on the stage, the instructor is like "oh and by the way... you have to do a solo each" we sorta etch out an order... get to the stage, music starts playin...

A girl starts counting down and all of a sudden all hell breaks loose.

The count isn't on the right beat. She tells us to do something other than what we've been planning. We all fumble through our routine... get in a line sorta keep the beat... do our little things.

It was a gong show. Felt weird... but good weird.

Afterwards, the owner of the establishment we train at... he's like "see me before you leave."

So... we stay, watch the rest of the show. I got to drum on a huge (like 1 meter wide) drum for a buffallo dance (I think)... was totally rad. Watched the Red Power Squad (who are all wicked awesome breakdancers) do their thing.

Go to leave and the man walkes up, pulls a 20 out of his wallet and says "here is a little something for dancing with us tonight."

I'm like "no no no..." Here is this non-profit org. paying me for a 2 minute set that didn't work well... and I have an awesome job, I make pretty decent coin...

I looked him in the eyes and almost started crying.

It was the most symbolic thing I've seen/felt in quite some time.

*smile*

It wasn't much, but he was saying thanks. That... the handshake... the eye contact... it hit home very hard.

I hugged the man.

A good night.

There is this sorta cute girl (it always breaks down to girls) there... she smokes - so no chance of a relationship... but we could be friends...

I was going to my bike, was called into this donair shop. Her and two friends were inside.

Acting like morons too. There was this wicked awesome lebaneese guy behind the counter; didn't speak english very well.

Kids. Clearly 17 or so. Street kids with no manners. One guy was humping the chair looking for attention. The girl was trying to get this guys attention by dancing for him to the music.

*sad smile*

nothing makes me more angry and frustrated like disrespect.

I helped the guy out. Became his friend, I guess.

I've always believed its the small moments that make us worth while...

Tonight. Many small things came together. Made me proud to be me.

(and yeah... I'm a really bad breaker... but I'll get better)

Breakdancing

The ego came out to play tonight. Got stuffed pretty good, which makes me happy. Ego really shouldn't have much place in my life.

Breakdancing tonight. So far I did 4 hours friday, 3 hours sunday and 2 hours tonight.

Only 2 more hours tomorrow and then a little presentation on wednesday for some nice people.

I think I'm pretty excited about that. Not really sure what to expect so we'll see.

Sore. Really really sore.

Trying to heal myself tonight. Tomorrow - a million bucks. thats what I'll feel like.

Movies etc.

Watched "Kung Fu Hustle" last night.

Was a wicked awesome movie. Way better than any of the 'crouching tiger' situations by far... by that I mean; this movie is a poke at western film. Just using kung fu and wire work to do it.

Its rad.

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Out playin pool tonight. Swam some this afternoon, but mosly took it easy. Almost 9 when I figured I should do something with my evening.

So went for a game of pool with my friend and had some dinner afterwards.

Very nice. just a simple evening. Simple pleasures make the world go round.

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So I would classify myself as a lone wolf person.

Someone who watches from the outside. I like to pretend I'm in with everyone... that I'm part of the group. But really, its just illusion. I'm one of those "we won't call him cause he's got better things to do" types of people.

And I've always been like that. Someone who everyone wants to come out, just no one calls cause of that damn perception.

Perception.

I was invited to a huge bbq tomorrow. Thinking about attending. I really have way too much stuff planned for tommorrow... but just thinking of being there amongst so many strangers. (which really is my element. I love unknown and new people/things)

I was just like ... that isn't my thing.

Stood on the padio looking at some of the other appartments. There were 4 parties going on right in front of my eyes. And I held that "I want to be there feeling" in my hand. Really had a good look.

I didn't want to be there. I didn't want that group. I just want that... "they're always there if I need them" feeling thats so hard to find.

Why baseball fanatics are obsessed with the game (See fever pitch - movie - came out a month ago into the theaters. Sucked... but the message is the same)

*smile*

which I guess is why I have problems finding women. Cause I'm a lone wolf looking for a lone wolf. sorta the antipathy of oppourtunities.

lost information

first things first.

I had this rad blog all written up about the difference between being milk or a rootbeer slurpee in a relationship.

But its gone.

Blogger ate it because I took so damn long writing it... I hit publish and *POOF* gone.

I was just saying... we have milk. it goes in everything. you open the fridge... milk is always there.

Rootbeer slurpee's... I'll drive through half the city looking for a refreshing root beer (or doctor pepper... mmmn!) slurpee. And you just can't get enough. When a refreshment store near you stocks that type of slurpee... Every Day you go to get one... cause it won't last.

But milk... lasts forever.

and it went on... was really quite good. As its gone from my head, please use your imagination to fill in what would have been said.

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So... I havn't swam in forever.

Went for a quick one tonight. Forgot how to swim again... remembered (the hard way) not to breathe in the water though.

Thats a good lesson one can't learn enough.

Just in-case I happen to get confused while drinking a glass of water, I can always bring up my swimming learning times... and be like "Right... you breathe air and drink water."

Ran for a mile... did some stretching. Hit the peck deck a little bit.

I'm stronger than I remember. And I weigh more too.

Interesting.

I had my first subway sub with meat today... It was AMAZING!

But their pizza sauce for a pizza sub leaves much to be desired.

Developed in napal for the meatball subs... just doesn't cut it when you turn the corner and find 3 boston pizza's and a pizza hut.

Thats ok.

Yesterday, I almost only ate ice cream. I think that may be bad for you... have to check with some nurse friends.

Juiced some fruit tonight to make up for it.... though I did have a sunday... without chocolate topping... the strawberry and pinaple toppings they have on that... has to be some form of nutrition in there.

Peace out!

Breaking and the Martial Arts

And the question came up last night. Why did you leave martial arts?

My answer... the answer that I've been using all along to everyone I talked to; "I just wanted to get away from the violence." felt hollow in my ears.

Violence, like any form of expression, is not good nor evil. How we use it makes it that way.

So back to the drawing board I go.

Truth to be told, I miss the violence. The interaction. The ... life that it makes one aware of. I need something like that in my life; to keep me balanced on that edge of happiness.

So what drew me away?

I know it was the energy.

It couldn't have been growth in energy was oupacing my emotional growth... cause I'm growing faster now (energetically) than I was then.

Maybe just to reflect. I'm on a 'reflection' break.

I dunno.

I think I know what Ninjutsu is though. Its the art of winning. Not the art of winning a battle, of winning prestige or fame. Its just winning plain and simple. Its not ending up dead in an alley. Its dyeing of old age with your family. Its winning wars, its winning life.

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So I opened a fortune cookie yesterday. Inside was not one, not two, not three fortunes. There were four awesome fortunes to tell me how good things are going to be.

My favorite? "You will always get what you want through your charm and personality."

Thats Awesome!

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So after breaking last night, offered one of the instructors a ride home (or wherever he's chillin). Grabbed a helmet, he directed me to where these guys' house.

As we were just turning off the bike, this one guy pulls up on a pocket rocket.

For those who don't know... a pocket rocket is a mini bike with like a lawnmower engine inside. The bike is light enough to pick up, but has enough power to get you to 50kph inside a half block.

The bike itself doesn't come up to a person's knees. Small little thing.

To make the story quick, I gave him a ride on my bike for me getting to drive his we little one.

We pulled up back to his house... he was visibly shaken. I gave him good value for his ride... lemmie tell you what!

I got on the pocket rocket... Freaky! Not really comparable to the real thing... but if you've never biked, a little bike is better than none I guess.

Took it almost to its top speed, in the alley behind his house. Just chillin... felt like I was on a small child's bicycle.

It was still cool though.

Invisibility and eating meat

So... First I have to say; this whole "being driven off the road cause asshole drivers don't see me" thing sucks.

Twice or three times a day, its almost like I'm being hunted. Someone will just move right into my lane... no shoulder checking. I'm afraid. Really afraid of riding in traffic. I never sit beside a car now. Always clearly in front or clearly behind where it would take an overt act of aggression to get me.

And they still try I swear.

Tonight, the latest attempt was in a parking lot. I'm just chillin... riding like all of 30 km/h in the center lane of a parking lot. Even if you would consider it an 'uncontrolled intersection' this guy was still on my left. Left yeilds to right... isn't that the rule?

So nice new blue BMW pulls out... like it was timed to hit me. I swerved into the shoulder (yeah, there is no shoulder... I know... but there is enough space for a bike and a car to sit in one lane if you don't mind riding in the crazy gravelly part of the road reserved for peds. Accelerated...

no good. Scared the crap out of me. Not one of those "there is a ghost in my closet" scares... but one of those "am I packing a knife right now?" scares.

so... maybe... I should focus more on being seen. How? unsure. but better try than get hit.

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So... I've been having these wicked meat cravings for a few weeks.

Figured I would have some today. That maybe there is something in meat that I need for the time being.

Ate meat at 5... really not feeling well now. (1am) I think I'm dyeing.

Which is funny... becaue I quit meat for not feeling good; but I don't remember it being like this.

Blah.

Desire and Willpower

So... something has occoured to me.

With the story of the ugly duckling... I never really liked that ideal of genetic pre-destination. compare that with modern day life... where the shunned or ugly or fat person through out their childhood becomes the superstar... the one your like "damn!" as they pass; the one everyone wants to become?

What if those people were ugly, looked at themself in the mirror and just decided that they weren't going to be like that anymore? What if the will power born in that moment was what changed them into the "swan" later in life?

I've used willpower to change specific things about myself. I havn't created an extra nipple... or remodeled my nose... but those are things that I like how they are. I've changed my size, my weight... my eye color. Things like that.

I'm just wondering, if with enough determination and enough time, that you can actually change who you are and how you look?

(actually... after all, I was a little scronney kid whe I was little... I've bulked up ... and grew alot since then)

honesty

So... I had a thought tonight.

That honesty doesn't count unless what your trying to say is understood.

Filters and blocks... honesty and perception.

Looking back, I've said some things to people; using the excuse "I'm being honest" or "they deserve honesty" but... in hindsight... I take what they think I said... and thats nothing near what I thought I was saying.

So... its no longer being honest (even though your speaking the truth...)

Maybe thats the difference between truth and honesty... making sure what you say is received is honesty.

Just think of that; next time a girl asks you "do I look fat in these pants?"

Say "Your beautiful whatever pants you wear." and she'll take that to mean "yes" ... which is being honest.

Sanchez

The Sanchez rule.

For a number of years, my friends and I have been playing pool by standard league rules (or a stricter varient we adhere to.) One of the rules we've implemented to make pool just that much more enjoyable is called the "Sanchez rule". Named after the war vetern Pedro Sanchez, this rule is invoked to indicate 'sloppy play'.

Specifically, whenever someone shoots for a pocket and their object ball banks three times before coming to that pocket, the other person (or the honest player will call himself) will say Sanchez. Even though the object ball sunk the next shot is handed over and play continues.

Why?

Because a shot so sloppy that it banks several times (just like little nudges ... or the classic "dance around the pocket then drop" scenario) is clearly a fluke. And flukes don't count. You can always call "I'm going to Sanchez on this one" then it has got to bank more than once to get into the pocket...

And nothing feels more gratifying that walking away from your shot saying "Damn Sanchez!"

Pool

So I play pool an unhealthy amount.

Which is cool. when you do something that much, things that would appear extrordinary just become a matter of odds after a while.

Was out playing pool tonight with my buddie... but I got tired of being so cliche. Figured that I would start naming the pool balls after cartoon style characters.

So yeah... its a little weak... but thats ok;

1) Homer Simpson
4) Grimice
7) Scooby Do
9) Charlie Brown

All 4 balls. There were some others... but I've forgotten them I think. I can't really remember if there were others actually... such is the power of forgetting things.

Please... comment your thoughts. I need more names. (maybe the 2 could be huckleberry hound... he's blue isn't he?)

The character has to have a color in common with the ball... or a personality similar. (eg. charlie brown... thats my favorite. Totally has that yellow smock thing goin that looks like a 9 ball)

peace out!

Choices

So... large forks and small forks in life.

Like captining a boat... you want to get from port to port (or to a bitchin fishing spot) but you never go in a straight line. 10 degrees port... 20 degrees starboard. You end at your destination but the path is random and as exciting as where your going.

So I'm workin on this whole break dancing thing. Training alot and thinking about moving 24 and 7. Along came a spider... and wispers into my ear "Instead of breakin next sunday, we should go skiing instead... a free trip into the mountains with a kokanee party at the end... bus, meal and drinks paid for."

Like damn. Just when you get a base established, something comes along to test your steel.

And its funny, cause usually what you give up is worth what you take... just short term or long term; you never can tell.

And rumors spread

Eventfull couple of days.

I won 10 bucks from the casino, met alot of people I forgot existed.

Summoned someone with my thoughts; was sent some memories from another person as a gift.

Preparations must begin, I'm going to attempt to 'charge' some water for my roomate. I don't know why... I feel I have to.

*laugh*

I love it... feelings, premonitions, forethought, hindsight... anything that involves a feeling of what I must do in a given moment for a given outcome.

People have looked at what I've done in moments of my life... stories I've told; where the telling takes longer than the event because "I felt it was a good idea" just doesn't explain how I knew to do, or be where I was and what I did for that one link in the chain of events to fit just right.

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One of the bboys know I'm a martial artist now. I couldn't let it go... I let it out. He guessed, setup the conditions and I walked into his trap. It wouldn't have succeeded except for the fact that I wanted it out.

Which is ok. I'm accepted and established... so I can be a little more loose with my tales and friendship.

And sometimes, a half truth, or not speaking at all counts as a lie.

Others, a mistruth is cleaner than the truth can be.

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Stressed out from work lately. Stress ... I didn't know that word existed. *laugh* we'll see how it takes me; I'm sure I'll learn to cope.

Other than that; Life moves on.

I had a thought that for those enlighened somewhat, but not really the whole way... perhaps some of the truths and options offered in movies are guide posts... sent from those who know for those who don't.

So "out in the open" that no one could think they have other meanings or hold any value.

Whats the latest movie that did poorly but holds a cult audience?

Ever wonder what those people see?

Reading people

I usually pretend to be able to read people. What they are, who they are etc. But I don't.

I read what people want to be seen... its alot simpler than going into a persons mind and pulling out the true them.

And everyone wants to be read. Everyone wants someone they connect with; someone to "witness" their life and their passing.

Its the nature of humans to have a desire not to be alone.

A very good friend once told me "if we were to go without human contact, we would go insane" and I totally feel that is true. Touch, feeling, just being around people; makes one alive.

So... I was out with a very nice girl tonight (felt some connection, but I ran from it, so probably won't be seeing much in the future). She was attractive in her own sort of way, confident and shy at the same time. Just an awesome person.

And there was a time when we were discussing vehicles. She asked me what my bike is named (Jasmine) and I asked her what her car is named. She said "Junk". I was startled a little bit. I asked her what it needs.... she did what I expected... she said "I need alot of work... everything needs changing." Not "It needs" but "I need".

How can you not read into that? Such an obvious clue, such an obvious insight into her personality... what she needs and wants.

And everything does that to an extent or another. If you want to learn about yourself, analize another... what you see is like a mirror; if looked at correctly.

Stupid Lesbians

Classic situation; guy meets girl. Guy tried to pickup girl. Girl shoots guy down. Guy walks away muttering "stupid lesbians"; life moves on.

So... I walk into my currently favorite pool hall for a game with a friend. Havn't played pool in a while, so it was about time.

The waitresses (who havn't seen me in forever) are all friendly and chatty. Which is totally cool. End up chatting with the hostess who asks me about my blind date from a few weeks back. I said that I tried to connect with her, but she stood me up; didn't call untill the next day. Clearly had time and thought to say I can't make it; just didn't bother informing me about that fact.

I asked her about her date. That her friend was going to set her up with some guy or something. She's like "nope; no dates for me." So I asked further. "No blind dates, no one sets me up; no one asks me out!" and she walks away.

So I look at my pool partner, at the guys at the table next to us.

The consensus is clear. She was telling me to follow after her and ask her out.

Even if its to get her phone number and not call... its still my duty as a man to follow up on this one. Just to make her feel good about herself.

So; pool ends, I go up to the front desk. My partner makes himself scarce for mentioned reasons.

One of the waitresses had just gotten married, was flashing her ring around the bar... so I opened up with that.

Me: "So... whats up?"
Her: "not much... dead night."
Me: "Oh. So you didn't get married in the last couple of days?"
Her: "No its not working out for me."
Me: "The being alone? or the marriage thing?"
- See how I work into her being alone? Subtle!
Her: "Well the marriage thing. Some guy asked me to marry him..."
Me: "And how did that turn out?"
Her: "Of course I turned him down."
Me: "Why is that?"
Her: "Well... I'm actually not supposed to talk with him. My girlfriend said going into it that I can't talk with this guy after the fact."

Me: "What?"
Her: "Well... I just got out of a year relationship with a girl. We're still living together but not dating anymore. I figured I would turn back to guys. I don't like girls over such a long period."
Me: "And what about this guy..."
Her: "He's at least 15 years older than me; a car salesman."
Me: (kinda quietly... like its a secret.) "Did he have money?"
Her: "Well... yeah; but he wasn't into a monogomous relationship. Really into the swinging croud. Thats how I met him, in a threesome with my girlfriend."
Me:
Her: "Yeah, so I just broke up with her and looking for a guy, but can't seem to find one. I'm kinda lonely."
(thats a cue... for all those who may have missed it.)
Me: "Oh; you want to go out some time?"
Her: " *Hesitation* welll... uh..."
Me: "You wanna go for a ride on my bike?"
(that always gets them)
Her: "YOU HAVE A BIKE? I love motorcycles... they're scarry, but I love them. Have never been on one. My mom says that I'm never allowed to go one one... so I sorta love them from the pits. Like a wannabe biker girl."
Me: "well... they're sorta scary, but seriously fun!"
Her: "Yeah, but I'm absolutely terrified of them... so I would never go on one."

phht.

As you see here... the ball was placed into my hands; and I could have dropped it, but the ball was imaginary. The signals she was sending out were clearly subconcious; with no desire for my hot body.

When I followed through; got hit with the lesbian story; and turned down... it was a minor shock.

Amazingly funny... but a shock none the less.

And by the way - I totally don't feel well from all that excercise on sunday.

worlds

I guess you could delimit the worlds one lives in by the languages he speeks.

Specifically... if you step out of the office, into your home life. Use the same language, the same words and expressions; Perhaps your really not seperated at all?

In the gym world; I'm still in martial arts mode. Not a lot of talking. Actually, when I'm at the gym and someone talks to me with the expectation of receiving some sort of verbal return; its like a bubble being pricked. (well... anything more than 2 words anyways)

At work; I'm talk to everyone and anyone. The more that people talk to me, the better feeling I get on how to fix their problems. And thats what I do; fix problems.

Swears, homey lingo, attitude; all that has to be stowed at the door... it doesn't belong in the office.

Now... with the bboys; a completely new attitude must be gained.

Still no attitude; but the words are compeltely different. No more single pump - firm hand shakes; its all about smooth. Everything must slide off the tongue; slide off the hands.

No formalities; all about respect and how to be subtle about it.

Very strange.

I guess I could say that my 'female world' exists as well; where I'm totally formal and relaxed. Respect and feeling, right at the fingertips; with everything else sorta chillin behind the scenes.

Maybe thats why I can't find a girl? Because of my different worlds, the girl I find fits into one in between... instead of one solidly?

Breaking and pain

Some mundane thoughts for you - off the walls are going to be in other postings;

So... yesterday was pretty busy for me.

Woke up at 10; went to breaking class at 11:30. Was like "yeah, a good sunday, half hour early for class... I can't wait for today!" Walked in the door and was informed that daylight savings time has tricked me. That I'm an hour late.

:(

Did the class thing. The bboy told me that there is another class I might be able to go to after his class; so I went there.

Due to the time change; we started on time (like 2 or so) but ended up finishing at 5.

Thats alot of excercise for one day. (But totally worth it)

Sunday night, at a local bar; they have this bboy night. Was invited to show up; did that. Ran into an ex-girlfriend. Even though she dumped me; after the breakup, she called repeatedly for a few months. (I'm talking like every day at first, then only 3-4 times a week after the first bit. - for those of you who know me... if I talk to someone twice in 2 days, thats too much... twice a week even. Unless its a girlfriend - who get special rules)

Going back;

Saturday night I didn't sleep well. First night in a new place. (oh yeah, I moved on saturday) The move itself was really uneventfull. Had 5 guys come out; rented a truck. Moved stuff. Had 2 "beer o'clocks" and went for lunch. Started at 11, done before 3:30. Pretty efficient.

Chilled with my homeboys after that. Saturday night, saw Sin City.

Thats a wild movie. I thought it was very good... confusing at times, but good.

The real catch was the girls. Girls like that don't really exist in real life. I've seen one or two... but seriously, I think they're vat grown. The genetic splices of beauty to create something supernatural.

Never mind that Jessica Alba. The funny thing is; when she's up on the stage (she's an exotic dancer - at least I think I'm talking about Jessica Alba...) She dances for like 10 secconds... its not the dancing itself that makes her look amazing... its the lighting and the croud.

With the portrayal of men drooling and the conditions around her dancing; totally creates that mob mentality where your just expected to drool... so you do.

Not that I'm complaining mind you.

Friday day, afternoon and night; spent packing. Went to the outdoors show that campers village and the fishing hole put on.

Even though I'm trying to watch my spending... there is just something about a good deal that grabes you by the ankles and drags you towards it.

Spent close to $100... got a sleeping bag and a flash light.


Yeah, so thats me... up to date.

My home computer is slightly broken; working on it. With the move, probably won't be fixed very soon. Need to unpack and get sorta organised first I think.

Needless to say; I'm slightly sore from yesterdays workings. I'm sure I'll get over it though.

About zombies

I've been using a peice of Apetite at night to enhance my 'vision'.

Its a very small rock, deep blue with white veins running through it. Standard double pointed shape. (one point on each end, hexagonal body)

I'm a very martial person... of course I have swords and knives. An occasional pair of nunchucks and some staves of various types. Two nights ago, I fell into a previous pattern of zombie dreams (I havn't zombied in a long time so it was a rare treat.) Except all that happened was I woke up terrified, not knowing where I am with this feeling of being pursued. (of course, thats when I took the rock off my third eye cursing it for helping me travel - or dream)

Sitting there, closing my blinds (cause zombies are always attracted to light in a window) I grab my trusty sword, clutch it to me tight and go back to bed. (in movies, no one has a sword... they always have guns or bats or something. I figured if there was a smart person, he would arm his "anti-zombie millitia" with a some swords and let them run rampant. Zombies never duck, they never dodge to the side. They always pursue... so why don't you use something that will slice and dice but not at extreme close range?)

Since that night, I've slept with the rock on my person. (On different points, or in my hand) and every night I've had seriously freaky weird dreams.

I used to have zombie dreams before. So much, that in the waking world I came up with a plan... just incase the zombies did take over.

That I was do rip down to my local budget rental center and 'borrow' one of those H2's. To find somewhere with easy roof access, lots of natural materials to build whatever necessary fortifications I may require. As well... the building can't have alot of windows; shouldn't be in a residential district.

Grab some people (I've allready alerted some friends about what to do in a zombie emergency... they don't know where I'm going to pick them up... but its going to happen)

And fly by the local supply seargent. They have these wicked paul chen swords; some seriously tough military shirts and pants... (I'm sure zombies wouldn't be able to bite through them so easily) and other usefull things. (like rope. Lots of rope. You can never have enough rope.)

And the thing is, everyone will be hitting the gun stores, the ammo stores. The camping wholesales places (if they're not running for their lives... which they just may be) and so on.

So you have to hit somewhere that people wouldn't think is usefull... but with wicked stuff none the less.

The only questionable thing, would be food.

If the power goes out. (how would that happen? it always seems to in those movies...) then a grocerie store would be perfect... all the canned goods. Other wise, we wouldn't be able to store anything.

But you really don't want more than 8 people staying with you. If you were to go out, one group of 4 is an ideal number. Which would leave 4 to guard the base. (or keep it warm anyways) Any more than 8, feeding would be a night mare. You'd have to take trips daily to a store... unless you had a pickup and just filled the back with cans and stuff.

Anyways... those are my zombie thoughts.