Every story has a start, and this is ours.

We are Innovative Digital.

From this wonderful digital view overlooking the Vally in which Innovative Digital will one day sprawl across from east to west, the world will be able to observe our story,  piece by piece, word by word.

To start, we have erected two buildings:

The first is the foreman’s hut. This is where all information on our under construction website will be housed and nurtured. Screen shots, ideas and just plan old ideas will be collaborated and raised.

The other building is our Digital Museum. Here we will display all forms of digital work we find on the Galaxy that is the Internet, that just make our taste buds ooze.

We do hope you enjoy your visit, be it from a far or if you take time to visit all out various buildings and sections and you are always welcomed back at any time, we never close!

Feel free to leave a note anywhere about anything, we welcome all feedback and/or thoughts.

Have fun and hopefully you will be inspired by something in our home!

Like most things I make or have made this is quite unorganised.

I also am only using WordPress.com until I can host myself (I have no always internet connection).

Hopefully this website gets updated by me or it will end up abandoned by me.

I’ve decided to create a blog. I’ve decided this because it just isn’t fair that so few people know about me and my life. So I am doing this as a favor to humanity. Anyway, you might be wondering about the stupid title “Razor Virus”. Well, I couldn’t think of a good title so I looked around my room and saw my electric razor, hence “razor”. And the virus comes from this god damn virus on my computer that constantly pops up a “YOUR COMPUTER IS INFECTED WITH VIRUS BLA BLA FUCKING BLA,  BUY MY SHIT AND IT WILL FIX IT, BUT YOU DON’T KNOW THAT I AM THE VIRUS ON YOUR COMPUTER TRYING TO SCAM YOU FOR MONEY.”

Nice try virus. I’m too smart for your tricks. Instead I will name a blog after you.
For those of you unaware and who are easily manipulated by what I call “Virus Advertisment”. Sometimes your computer will get infected with “adware” a type of virus that trys to fool you into thinking your computer is infected, which it is by the adware, and tells you to buy some virus remover or something. It’s incredibly maddening and I swear to god if I could find the guy(s) that created it, I would strangle him to death.

..So there you have it, after searching around the room and noticing my electric razor on the table and this god damn virus on my computer, the title “Razor Virus” was born. It’s a stupid name for a blog, but I don’t give a shit. Deal with it.

For all the parents out there who want an adult, Christian review on a movie or book that you’re thinking about letting your kid’s watch or read. If you think of a movie or a book that I should review, let me know. I’ll check it out and give it a score!

I have quite a few books and movies I want to write reviews for:
Harry Potter (books 1 – 7) by J.K. Rowling
Among the Hidden (and the Shadow Children Series) by Margret Peterson Haddix
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Frindle by Andrew Clements
No Talking by Andrew Clements
The Lost Books Series by Ted Dekker

Transformers
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
Dragonball Evolution
Fantastic Four
Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Harry Potter (Years 1-6)
Monsters Vs Aliens
Up
Bedtime Stories

Any suggestions would also be appreciated. I’m going to add a scale as a way of measuring the intensity of said movies and books. These things are coming soon.

5th november 2009,16:56,pm, just made this blog, never used one before hope to show a few things here in terms of art and music and maybe other catagorys ,

allthough this may take a while.

5th november my current thoughts for this blogy thingy

well working on it . err um

expression with my friends both online and in person is way way more important to me than expression with strangers ,that said its also as important to make said strangers friends as well, once i know they can be trusted ,

and if you think im crazy i dont care cos your the crazy one reading my blog anyway )

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still the 5th , and fireworks galore poping outside. nice colours of blues greens

and reds .
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heres a video from my account on www.viddler.com

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If anyone is still out there that might stumble on this blog and read it, I want to let you know that I have started a new career.  I am no longer the owner of a sign company but now I am an Agent with New York Life.  I am proud of my new position and extremely excited at the idea of working with the top Company in this field.  To clarify, YES, I am a Life Insurance (oh noooo, the horrors!!!!) agent, but I want to make sure that people understand it is more than that.  I work in the 3 financial phases of life, protection, accumulation, and distribution.  I do sell life insurance, but it is a tool that helps in all three.  I can help people with protecting their family in the event of the death of the breadwinner, I can help a young family save money to buy a house, and I can help as people reach the retirement age with making sure they will never run out of money. My goal is to help as many people as I can.  The question becomes, can I help you? Please email me @ mdgoldsborough (at) gmail (dot) com.

As this blog continues to evolve, I will be posting still about trading and what I am doing in the markets, but mixed in here will be little financial tidbits that I hope will be of some use to my readers as they plan their financial futures.

As for my trading, it has taken a break due to the rigorous training program NYL has me going through, but it will pick up soon.  I did however take advantage of the Divergence on the E/U and rode it down for a bit…I still have a short in and will add to it as it moves against me.

through DC.

Today, I was searching the web for the best cheap eats in DC. I found on that on most websites that it is nearly impossible to find the cheap eats section (unless you’re the Washington Post.) The goal is find restaurants that two people can eat (in or out) for $30 or less.

So far on the list

1) Ben’s Chili Bowl (U Street/ African-American Civil War Memorial, Yellow/Green line)

2)Ray’s Hell Burger (Between Court House and Rosslynn on the Orange Line)

3) Carolina Kitchen  near the Largo Town Center Metro Stop (End of the Blue line)

4) Froggy Bottom Pub (Foggy Bottom Metro Stop, Orange line)

Ok…. esto es mas dificil de lo que esperaba…..

Metas….. Hacer mi Blog, animar en Maya y 3D por ahora……………..

Well this is our first post. We’ve got 64 days until we leave Denver for a short stop in Missouri and Illinois. Then we’ll be leaving for South America and a great adventure.  Stay tuned for more developments.

Being a massage therapist for the past 10 years had brought me to understand the benefits of Aromatherapy in everyday life.   As a family, my husband, three daughters and son, we have decided to venture out a bit from the world of massage therapy and build on it with a new business centered around it.  It all started when our middle daughter, Olivia, began asking  me if we can make teas, scrubs, lotions etc…  she’ll look up at me and say “mama, today can we pretend we are a store and we make lotion?”  Sure, why not?  So we jumped in with both feet and did it!

Our first products were decided on as soap, dead sea salt scrubs, mineral salt soaks, lotion and vegetable wax based candles.  Through tons of reserch and many hours on the computer we placed our first orders for raw material and containers to package it all in.  Scary investment for us not knowing what the market for it would be. 

The only problem was what will the name of this business be?  Well, the little girls, ages 6 and 7, decided on “the best lotion in the world made by my mommy”.  Not quite what we were looking for.  So we pondered on it for some time and finally it came to me, LuLu.  That is what we call Olivia.  Our little Lulu was the inspiration behind our newfound business so rightfully it should be named after her.   Here is what I can tell you about Olivia in a nut shell.  Creative Spirit. She is always wanting to create something, anything.  It amazes me to see the things she makes.  Anyway, this is where LuLu emerges.  A family journey into the world of being creative, living creative, all because of our little LULU.

A loud fit of coughing had caused Clover to look up from her breakfast. Her father wearily glanced in her direction and then muttered an apology. Clover was used to it; her father had contracted the recent form of influenza that had quickly reached epidemic proportions and infected a large majority of the population. “How do you feel, dad?” she asked timidly.

Her question was answered only by an inaudible mumbling causing her to sigh as she headed up to her room, her shoulder length, light brown hair bounced with her steps. There was no school now, there hadn’t been since the epidemic emerged. Clover’s days were empty now, she liked school. The gossiping in the hallway between classes, talking to friends, scoring admirably on an exam. she loved it. She missed it. Now she spent her time watching TV and playing checkers over the computer. Defeating most opponents, as she had gotten fairly good at it. When she lost she learned, and when she won she celebrated.

As she turned into her room she tripped on a pair of her pants that had resided on her floor since she’d last worn them. She laughed as she plummeted into her unmade bed. In her solitude she had learned to enjoy such things. She turned onto her back and grabbed the remote for her small television, flipping it on to reveal a reporter in an anti-infection mask. “I’m standing here in front of mercy hospital, where several ‘super-flu’ sufferers have fallen into comas or experienced violent, seemingly random, cardiac arrest. Nothing is certain at this point, but it also seems as if the spread of the ‘super-flu’ has also slowed, or come to a complete stop.”

Clover sat up immediately knocking several pillows off her bed. “Comas?” she asked aloud, as she jumped out of bed. She ran downstairs to where she had eaten breakfast with her dad just minutes earlier. “Dad!” the shriek left Clover’s mouth the moment she saw him, standing in the corner, breathing heavily, facing the wall.

Dad?” she asked, “are you alright?” Her dad quickly turned at the sound of her voice, grunting before he sprinted towards her. A loud scream erupted from her as she noticed the red in his otherwise white eyes she turned and broke into a run, not looking at the horror behind her. While beginning to head for the back door a cold hand grasped her wrist. She spun sending her assailant forwards into the ground in front of her. She let out a gasp of pain as her father relinquished his grip too late twisting her wrist.

Ignoring the pain she continued to run for the door. Tears began to pool in her eyes. She flung open the door and continued her sprint stopping only when she reached the fence. She sank to her knees and began to cry, not letting her eyes leave the door where her father could emerge at any minute.

What seemed like minutes later; but was much more likely far less, a large crash erupted just up the street from where the girl sat. Immediately she leaped up to see what was causing all the commotion. She had to stand on her tip-toes to see over the fence. Before her was a disturbing site. In front of her she noticed evidence that a car had collided with someone at an alarming speed. Clover gasped at the site of her mangled neighbour. She’d often watched her walk her dog in front of her house, now she lay lifeless on the ground.

Clover opened the gate to check on her neighbour, and signal for help. She ran up to the old woman and noticed the blankness in her eyes, the same blankness that had been in her fathers when he’d first attacked her. “Help! Somebody, I need an ambulance. Help!”

Then she glanced back at the victim of the terrible car accident. Her eyes twitched and Clover took a step backwards. “What the fuck?!” Clover yelled, too frightened to censor her profanity. With a loud moan the elderly woman began to pick herself up, her bones crunching into place. As the shocked teen retreated to the sidewalk, the would-be-dead woman limped towards her. The woman seemed to have aged incredibly, her hair had turned completely white and the wrinkles on her face had deepened and became more than noticeable. Clover screamed as her once friendly acquaintance wrapped her in a deathly embrace.

The woman’s head moved towards Clover’s neck and she stopped moaning. Clover futilely tried to withdraw and as she was about to give up she heard an almost-familiar sound. The roaring of an engine. A car! Tires screeched causing the assaulter to drop its victim and turn its head. As the car abruptly stopped the door flew open immediately and out stepped an angry looking driver.

The driver had a cricket bat swung over her left shoulder. She had brown straight hair that reached down to her chest and bright blue eyes. She began to approach the victim of the car crash quickly yet cautiously, revealing her jeans that had been roughly cut into shorts and her blue, designer tank top. She placed both hands on her bat and wound up. Clover shielded her eyes as she knew what was coming.

The next thing she heard was a loud smack and she opened her eyes. “Get back!” yelled the mysterious girl placed her sports shoes on the neck of the grounded attacker. Clover quickly complied standing up and running towards the car. One final, violent bang was sounded before the girl spun around and asked, “Have you been bitten?” in an urgent tone, revealing a strong English accent.

“N-no,” replied Clover.

“You’re sure?”

Clover just nodded.

“Good, the name’s Allie, and you can thank me for saving your life in the car.

“You just killed that woman!” Accused Clover.

“It was either her or you, got that? Now get in the car we don’t have much time.”
Clover reluctantly got into the passenger seat of the car. It was a Japanese model, silver, and resembled a compacted mini van.

Once in the car Clover continued to press for information. “What the hell was wrong with her?” she asked sharply.

“She had the super flu, by now everybody with it is like that” And then Clover remembered her dad, and the other several million that had it.

“But the news said that it had began to send people into comas and cause heart attacks!”

“Yes. It does seem that way,” Allie replied, “But those symptoms are short-lived precursors for what you just saw.”

“Didn’t the flu stop spreading at least?”

“All I know,” Allie informed “is that it is now transmittable through bite, and quite possibly the sharing of all other bodily fluids.” At this she chuckled. Clover remained solemn.

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