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I Find My Joy At 2612 Santa Barbara Blvd, Cape Coral, FL.As we saunted into October, that means two things are on the horizon: the season premire of The Walking Dead, and Grumpkins. And one of the more creepier zombies seen in the first episode of The Walking Dead is the affectionately named Bicycle Girl. After Rick leaves the hospital, there is a zombie in the park that is near the bicycle and it's a zombie chick half eaten. She crawls away through the park and it's just freaky to watch. Kudos to the FX and makeup crew for making a rather freaky zombie -- seen here at the at the 1:02 mark, and again at 3:10. This story, made exclusively for the web and directed by Greg Nicotero, tells the tale of The Walking Dead's most iconic walkers. And despite what they showed you in the season one finale, here's the entrance to the real CDC in Atlanta. Because the government likes their privacy and they go to great lengths to keep it. But not all of their secret facilities are located in labyrinthine cave systems, inside volcanoes or hovering in a cloud bank. They have thousands of perfectly normal buildings spread all over the country that they use to conduct their secret operations. They're usually grouped in purposefully pedestrian-looking office buildings, discreetly unlabeled and carefully designed to be utterly forgettable. And we're not talking about the DMV here. These are serious agencies: The Fort Meade cluster in Florida is the largest of these facilities, and it's the headquarters of the NSA. The area, sitting right out there in the open, is so top secret that if you approach it, your GPS will send you into a series of U-turns thanks to the government jamming the signal. If you take a picture near one of these buildings, uniformed guards will emerge--oftentimes from concealed security stations--to ask you for your personal information and to delete the pictures from your camera. Keith McCammon experienced this first hand when he accidentally photographed an unmarked office building which turned out to be the location of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. As for the latter, longtime EHOWA readers will recognize the workd of Patrick Moser, who carved huve 1,000 lb pumpkins into what he called Grumpkins. Patrick and I usually exchanged a few pleasantries each year around Halloween, where I'd send a few plugs his way, similar to what i do with Alek's Controllable Halloween Lights (which aren't online yet, but should be soon).
I didn't hear much from Patrick last year, which wasn't uncommon since his Multiple Sclerosis got the best of him sometimes. I was just assuming he took a year off, and would be back in full swing of things this year. Then I got this rather sad note from my friend Motorcycle Andy -- yes, the same Andy who offered to fly up and help Patrick out back in 2008...
Sure enough, head on over to grumpkins.com and, "Patrick James Moser, the world's greatest giant pumpkin carver and boy genius, has left this world a better place. Patrick, who loved learning and science, and valued knowledge above all things, passed this morning, August 7, 2010, at Hamot Medical Center in Erie, following cardiac surgery on Thursday. He was 42 years, 10 months and 32 days old." Wow, he's been dead a little over a year. I feel kind of like a dick for not knowing until now. Eternally an optimist, Patrick's sister noted, "Patrick's main spiritual belief was joyism, Joy is where you find it. He felt that looking above his life circumstances and finding the goodness in all things, was what life was all about." So long Patrick Mosher, we hardly knew ye. But at least you found some joy at Five Guys before you went. p> If the ladies from these NHL Ice Crews were any hotter, they would probably be fired for melting the very ice they skate on during every commercial break. Being one of the more exciting, action-packed sports in North America, I never really understood the need for hockey to have a bunch of scantily clad females skating around the rink in order to entertain the fans; but rather than complain, I think I will just sit here, shut my mouth and ogle these pics of the gorgeous Ice Crew Girls and their incredible racks. You're welcome. Myth 1: Beatboxing is dead. Myth 2: Only black guys can beatbox. Myth 3: You can not incorporate a chicken bawk into your beatboxing routine. Truth? All false. booth babes at frankfurt motor show leonard nimoy retires from star trek conventions insane office escape: official video for 'the stampede' by biting elbows |
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