Over lunch, my coworker and I were talking about how the new movie The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor looked like ass. He commented that an active mummy is just silly and that it’s basically a zombie. That’s when I started thinking about semantics.
You see, even if a mummy isn’t active and ambling around, it can still be considered a mummy. A zombie on the other hand has to be animated, right? I mean, if a zombie isn’t animated, it’s just a corpse.
Give it some thought, yeah?
I’m a little bit freaked out right now. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for what happened, but I’m not going to spend a whole lot of time going over it in my head or else I’m going to go a bit nutty.
I had to heat some leftover chow mein and barbecue duck so I stuck a styrofoam container in the microwave. When I closed the door, before turning it on I decided to take it back out, transfer it all to a plate and put that back in the microwave for heating. So I took it out, but when I did, the styrofoam broke where I was holding it, dropping all of the contents onto the floor. That was completely unfortunate.
I swept it all up diligently and sat back at the table to eat some other things. Minutes later I got up to get some water and to my surprise I found a piece of gai lan and some noodles on the floor in front of the microwave. “OK, whatever,” I thought. I mean, I could have easily just missed it or maybe it got stuck on the broom when I was sweeping the dumped food into the dustpan. I really thought I got everything. So, I swept it up and went back to my seat. A few minutes later I got back up to get some water, and was shocked to see a piece of duck on the floor in front of the microwave.
Good God.
I swear, when I swept up the vegetable and noodles earlier there was absolutely nothing left on the floor. Where the heck did that duck come from? And why in the world was it found in the same location as the rest of the dropped food? I was paying attention! I got it all! Anyway, I swept it up and sat back down. For the rest of the meal though I was staring at that piece of floor, wondering what would happen if I blinked. Would another piece of food magically appear? Of course, I knew it wouldn’t but at the same time I wouldn’t be surprised.
(Actually, I would be, but you know what I mean.)
Lack of sleep. Mind playing tricks. Uuuuuuugh.
I swear, there’s something wacky going on with the car. After eating out tonight, I got in the car and flipped on the lights. The parking lights came on but the headlights remained off. Strangely, the act of turning on the lights actually unlocked the car. I tried to manually push the latch to lock the car but it felt like the motor was forcing it open. I turned the lights off and on a few times, and whenever I switched it on I heard the sound of the car unlocking. I pressed the automatic lock and the latch didn’t budge. I tried the wipers and they refused to move either.
I shut the car off and turned it back on. It didn’t really have any effect though–the headlights still wouldn’t come on. I sat around wondering what the heck to do, but moments later the headlights came on, the doors were lockable and the wipers worked once more.
What the heck? This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened. I’ve seen this behaviour before but didn’t really pay too much attention to it. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation to it all, but at the same time it’s kind of amusing to be able to say that I am the owner of a possible possessed vehicle. Ha!
Jesus. Someone’s head need to roll for this one.
I haven’t gone out shopping for a few weeks now so I thought it’d be good to trawl through the mall and see what I could come up with. I picked up a pair of shorts at the GAP. At the cashier I pulled out my debit card, had it swiped and proceeded to punch my numbers in. Moments later I got a notice that the transaction was declined. Strange. So the cashier swiped it again and I punched in my PIN with a little extra care. Again, it came back declined. I thought, “Whatever…” and just pulled out my Visa. When it came time to sign, as I hovered the special pen above the electronic signing thing, the screen proceeded to write something in the box even though the pen made no contact with the screen. What the heck? I tried writing in the air, and it dutifully mimicked my movements. That doesn’t even make sense! Maybe I was transmitting some weird aura through the pen. Ha! Apparently I can channel my energy through a stick.
Well, eventually we got the transaction done. Due to the freakiness with the signing thing, I chalked the debit issue up to a faulty machine. I ventured over to a branch of my bank though to just make sure nothing kooky with my card was going on. I got there and swiped my card. When I entered my PIN everything turned out alright. So hey, I just left and went about my shopping duties.
Over at Old Navy I found some khakis and decided to try paying for it my debit once more. They had the same type of machine I saw at the GAP (no surprise since they share a parent company). I swiped and put in my PIN, but once again I was declined. Now I was worried. Willing to blame the machine type I went to HMV, picked up a few CDs and tried to use my debit card. Again, I was declined. The keypad indicated that I had insufficient funds. The keypad was different from the other two places so I knew that this was serious.
I hauled ass back over to the bank and had someone check my account. The teller told me that I currently had a negative balance. What the hell?!!!! She asked if I made a cheque for around $20K to someone. I responded with an emphatic “hell no!” My mind started going through various scenarios as to why something like this was happening. Was I being defrauded? Did someone hack into my account? I was in a panic.
Oh, then I realized that I had written cheques for $2067 or so for the condo upgrades. I wondered if it was related. The teller came back with (probably) a superior. They came with a print out of the cheque that was cashed in. There was nothing wrong with my cheque. Apparently though, someone made an egregious data entry mistake. Instead of inputting that $2067 should be taken out of my account, they input $20607.
Bloody HELL. That’s a mistake worth $18.5K. Obviously that’s money I simply don’t have. As a result, that mistake send me into overdraft. I was unbelievably frustrated at that point. Unfortunately for me, they said that the mistake was something that could only be rectified directly at my home branch. My home branch has horrible hours and is only next open at 10 am on Monday. So, I’m stuck waiting on this ridiculous issue for 2 days until I can go in person.
When I got home, I tried calling customer service, but they told me the exact same thing–I had to go to my branch. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Something like this should never have happened. Everyone agreed with me on that point. However, now that it’s done, it’s simply ridiculous that I have no other avenues to get the situation rectified. Instead, I have to inconvenience myself by missing a few hours work to get them to fix their mistake. Maaaaan. What the hell is with that?
Right now, I’m trying to stay relatively calm because really there’s no point in expending energy on it since there’s nothing I can do. It’s just hard to not worry about it. I’m the type of person that keeps a close watch over my balances. I try to keep things under control. So it’s really killing me that it’s out of my hands for now. Well, I guess when I come in on Monday I can see if they can provide some sort of compensation for such a stupid mistake (where are the damn checks and balances?). However, I certainly won’t hold my breath. Still: I want justice! 
Well, it seems that the unexplained occurrences are continuing to happen. Circumstances are really starting to make me wonder what in the world is going on.
Last night, as we were all settling in after dinner, the smoke and carbon monoxide detectors started sounding an alarm. I left my room and wandered around looking for the cause. The carbon monoxide detector was displaying 0, so it wasn’t sensing anything. I hesitantly ventured to the basement, hoping that there was no fire. There wasn’t. My father, half asleep and resting for his night shift woke up and seemed to be in a panic. After about 15 seconds, the alarms turned off. What the heck caused all the alarms to go off? All of them are plugged electricity based, and don’t use a battery. And, I guess when one of them goes off, all of them follow. It was such a weird set of circumstances.
I thought it was just a one-time deal, but this morning as I was getting ready for work, all of the alarms went off again. Eh? I looked back up at the carbon monoxide detectors and saw 0. I checked all floors of the house, and there was no fire. My mother was looking panicked this time. We quickly opened the doors to the house, and most of the windows. If it was carbon monoxide, we wanted to get as much fresh air inside the house as possible. Unlike last time, the alarms didn’t turn off by themselves. They just kept going. I didn’t know what to do. I went to the top floor smoke detector and pressed the button on it. That’s when all of the alarms stopped. What in the world? That’s just strange!
My mother and I both had headaches, though that might just have been from the loud alarm. Regardless, she called the gas company to see if they could send someone over. They told her to evacuate the house. So she was yelling for me to get out as well. I was almost ready for work, so I told her that I would just get my stuff and head out. She seemed frustrated that I wasn’t rushing to get out. Well, I did get out, and while on the main roads I saw a fire truck rushing over to our area. I figured that they were going to the house to check it out. When I finished the drive in to the station, I gave mom a call. She said that the firemen didn’t get any carbon monoxide reading in the house. The said it was possible that car exhaust from the garage was maybe coming into our house, so we should just be sure to air out the garage before closing it. I somehow don’t think that’s the cause (why would the carbon monoxide detector read 0, but go off?), but hey, what do I know?
So strange. I hope my parents aren’t getting freaked out…
(because I know I am…sort of…) 
Oh man, I’m at a loss with regards to how to explain some strange occurrences that have been going on in my room over the past few nights. Two nights ago, I fell asleep with the TV switched to the 24 hour news channel. I usually end my day catching up on the days events, so that wasn’t all that strange for me. Anyway, I ended up waking at 1:30 in the morning. I first thought that the light from the TV must have woken me. However, I noticed that my radio was also on. I had to really focus my mind to understand what was going on. I looked at my clock radio and turned off the music. I played with the switch and played with the buttons and saw that the alarms were set for 4 am and 5 am–nowhere near midnight or 1 am. So, I can’t say that it was the alarm that turned it on. I don’t remember turning it on myself. I would have had to flip over somehow to turn it on because it’s a couple of feet from the foot of the bed. It’s pretty unlikely that I did it, which makes me wonder, how the heck did that happen?
Last night, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning because the hum of the electric fan roused me from my sleep. Thing is, I don’t remember turning on the fan at all. Usually, if I have to turn on the fan for sleeping, I turn it it to my direction and set it on low. Any stronger, and it’s just far too loud. So, imagine my surprise to find the fan set to medium, oscillating toward the closet door. It would oscillate enough to hit my head, but just barely. That doesn’t make sense to me. The remote control for the fan was on the floor, but I would have had to really stretch far out of the bed in order to grab it and turn the fan on. The TV was on, but the volume was all the way down low.
None of this makes sense! My door is locked! Could I be doing this in my sleep?
I told my mom about these occurrences. She got mad at me, telling me not to scare her. I don’t blame her for not wanting to hear these stories. I’m not saying that ghosts or spirits are doing these things. I’m just saying that right now I can’t explain any of this. 
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