This will be quick. I need to get back to the writing. I have just over 30 pages to read aloud, and then I... gulp... will be sending it out to five folks for peer review. I have consulted with my writing guru, and we compiled a short list of questions to help guide the reading. I am scared shitless, lemme tell ya...
...which is why I so valued the zombie interlude yesterday.
Here is some quick background. I am not a stupid person. I may be impulsive sometimes, and incapable of making decisions at other times, but I am not stupid. I will admit to willful ignorance on some issues. This stems from a complete hopelessness regarding the human race. Really. I actually had high hopes for H1N1. When I try to keep up with current events, the weight of my hopelessness crushes me. And I don't honestly believe there is much to be done about changing the world that would not involve wholesale slaughter. And, since I kinda have this thing about personally causing violence... You see my problem?
Hence, my unending fascination with the zombie apocalypse. How cool would it be to actually have CAUSE to take a machete to, oh, I don't know, Zombie Newt Gingrich? Or Zombie Sarah Palin? (She might be kept in a cage just for personal amusement-- who else could possibly have an increase in intelligence upon becoming a zombie?)
So here's the story. Yesterday, I re-posted a FB status from a friend who supports the OWS movement. It was about the right to assemble. A couple of friends got into a friendly debate about local ordinances versus the Bill of Rights. Good stuff, good reading. None of it was much of a surprise to me, but I came too late to the discussion to participate. So, rather than saying something mind-numbingly boring like: "Great discussion guys! Thanks for keeping it civil and informative. I certainly hope that this free exchange of ideas will help mankind somehow. I kinda doubt it, but thank you for keeping hope alive."
Instead, I said: "You guys are hawt."
Those of you who know me are not surprised.
A private message soon arrived in my FB inbox, and a marvelous exchange of zombified double entendre followed:
FRIEND: You're pretty hawt yourself, my zombie queen. I'd eat your brains out any day... Oh my. That came out awkwardly. Ah well :)
ME: ROFLMAO!!! You are too awesome!
FRIEND: I have it from several authorities on the topic that my skills are indeed awesome...
ME: Oh, really? How intriguing? Would those skills involve slaying zombies or being the zombie? 'Cause it could go either way...
FRIEND: I like it both ways... Though slaying zombies is my favorite part. I like the way they quiver at the final stroke.
ME: Damn. Yeah, I so cannot top that comment.
Anyhow. It was a great laugh. I am still giggling. I hope you are smiling rather than thinking I am some kind of zombie pervert. 'Cause I SO am not... not really.
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