Blue Zone Zyracuse

Flush the Cache

Thank goodness for Tyler and Tallon, who both came in to try and help me figure out what the following message meant: <b>mysql error</b> reading from <b>./html/zyracuse/blog/zyracuse.db</b> at line 319: get(‘function’) undefined relation. <BR>Cache not reset on access from IP 72.32.216.XXX. <BR>Manually restore or rebuild cache to repair database.–> Tallon pointed out that the page…

April 1, 2008
Lucky Numbers

Sherman trudged through the iced over snow. The thin film crackled as his feet broke through it and sank beneath. He climbed over makeshift barricades and wound his way through the cluttered mess of slowly rotting vehicles. He wandered down the road careful not to tread on large lumps in the snow here and there.…

March 28, 2008
Click…

The rain outside had begun to slow, an unfortunate lull in the storm passing over northern Florida. The sounds of the rain were slowly being replaced by the moaning of the dead outside the sergeant’s hotel room. The skinless fingers clawing at the door…. Why wont they stop? Why wont they leave? I haven’t uttered…

March 27, 2008
Spanked

“There’s one more thing.” Bored heads looked up around the meeting hall at the center of the two concourses. Once it had been an airport-themed playground, wasted space at the airport to teach children about the wonders of flight through space-filling models. Now, it was the only place big enough to hold full-zone meetings indoors…

March 27, 2008
Not Yet

Fitz and Eve were meant for each other. In another time they would have been… Wait. There’s no use in dwelling upon the could have beens or the should have beens. They are all gone, burnt up and laid low. This was not another time. It was this time; the hard present, the cruel reality.…

March 27, 2008
Don’t have time to look at the Zyracuse Merchandise?

March 26, 2008
Paralysis

Anderson was a cripple. He had lived his life in a chair. When the dead came, the news said to stay indoors and stay quiet. Anderson did as he was told. He couldn’t speak anyway. A few days after the outbreak, the power died. The lights faded away, one by one till none were left.…

March 25, 2008
Public Service Announcement

Stealing Tallon’s idea, post any possible PSA scripts here. The public needs to be warned.

March 12, 2008
The End?

“What’s that sound?” Jerry thought to himself as he walked along Runway 10. Since the outbreak, some sounds became too familiar, while others ceased to exist. This sound was something that Jerry had not heard in all of his years at Hancock, and it was getting louder. Jerry looked to the west to see where…

March 8, 2008
Icon

It’s 32×32. The resolution is 200. I had a smaller one, but it looked bad, couldn’t get rid of all the white.

March 5, 2008
Fear and Loathing in Zyracuse

It was official. We were definitely in the ass end of nowhere which, contrary to popular belief, is the best part of nowhere. I had been collecting mushrooms off piles of cow shit for the better part of the day, while my attorney slept in the car and was now cruising down the Thruway dodging…

March 3, 2008