Saturday, March 31, 2012

In my head. In my head. Zombie. Zombie. Zombieeeeee.

Spring is sprung, der grass is riz,
I wonder where dem zombies is.

Answer: all over the damn place.

You guys know how much I love zombies. They, by far, freak me out the most of all the monsters.

Werewolves? I am entirely comfortable with the knowledge that humans are just animals.

Vampires? I'm not scared of sexuality or ageing, and you know that's what they're all about - insertion of body parts into other people? Exchange of fluids? Eternal youth? Yeah.

Zombies... it's the mindless mob, the unstopping, unthinking wave of what were once individuals. They're self-sustaining, and they will make you like them.
Now, that's scary.

As Max Brooks put it: "Other monsters may threaten individual humans, but the living dead threaten the entire human race.... Zombies are slate wipers."

Anyway, I think I might have sliiiightly overdosed on zombies in the last week or two.

Zombie bag - used daily.
Zombie novels - 'Feed' and 'Deadline' by Mira Grant, and 'Allison Hewitt is Trapped' by Madeleine Roux.
Zombie films - Night of the Living Dead, Zombieland, Dead Snow.
Zombie TV show - The Walking Dead and Dead Set.
Zombie video games - Dead Island and House of the Dead 2 and 3.

So whilst I'm not thinking there are zombies literally everywhere, I have got myself into the mindset that they're... well... real.

It is, perhaps, the time to take a step back from zombie fiction and read (and watch, and play) something else for a bit. Crime novels, maybe. Disney films. The IT Crowd. LittleBig Planet.

Something to take me out of this mindset.

Having said that, when the zombie apocalypse comes, I am FUCKING READY.

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

I love you so much, I crap hearts.

I will blog properly at some point this weekend (hopefully), but I just wanted to say this.

If you are my friend, and you read this, it's true. Every single one of you has, in some way, made me a better person. A more well-rounded person. Sometimes it's support, or something to make me laugh, or something that makes me pissed off. In some cases we rarely speak to each other, in others we don't know each other that well. In others we know everything about each other. But there is not one of you that has not made me a better human being.

You are witty and clever and weird. You are great people.
You guys rock and I wouldn't change a thing about you.

I love you so much, I crap hearts.

Ok, sappy stuff over.

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

I Am Not Robin Williams

Good morning, Vietnam!

I have been having a vague idea for a post swirling around in my neurons, but I realised it basically just boils down to this:
"It is nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice".

I like chatting to people. I am interested in their lives, and I enjoy finding common ground with them, no matter how tenuous the link is. I like... being nice to people. I compliment people on their clothes or dog or baby or accessories if said items/ beings are cool. Because I think it's nice to hear a compliment.

But, often, people are so surprised to be complimented. Is it not normal to show appreciation of cool things? I mean, I have my generation's attitude of feigned disdain down to a fine art, but I think my inherent enthusiasm about awesome stuff shines through.

I wish I'd got more pictures of people at the vintage fair that Rowenna and I went to yesterday. There was a girl in a Star Wars dress that I think she'd used the fabric from a Star Wars quilt cover to make. Honestly, I nearly swooned with delight (as did Rowenna).

Here are a few pictures I did get.

In the queue. I loved her outfit, and she and her friends were absolutely charmed by Zeph.


Suspicious eyebrows.

So, in conclusion, I advocate complimenting people when they have something awesome. Because it's nice.
The End.

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