Back To Blogging

So, I've decided to start blogging again. Well, ten days ago anyway. I don't know why. I'm not entirely sure why I stopped. I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing about it right now.

I just am.

In some ways I use this medium as a simple means by which to just air out the crazy in my head. Not that what I write is crazy, I call it crazy because that's what happens to me when I don't let it out. Like today. I just kinda feel like I need to spell it out on paper.

Or electrons. Whatever.

So yes. I'm back to blogging for however long I feel like it.

I joked with another blogger that had suddenly decided to hang up her hat. She had what I had thought was a successful blog and I did enjoy reading her posts. She made an announcement that she was leaving her blog behind to spend more time with her family. It almost sounded like an unpopular politician quitting before being voted out of office. I told her that I didn't quit so much as just stopped showing up.

I'm pretty sure that how most blogs die.^[1]

I have in my mind a vision of lost blogs, abandoned blogs, lost and alone. And unlike polydactyl cats^[2][3], there's no one to pick them up and see that they are cared for. But they don't really die either. They just hang out there, collecting random spam comments.^[4]

So I'm back to blogging for a while. Read or don't. Leave a comment, or don't. I've mentioned it before when I blogged about blogging, I'm really doing this just for me.

I'm going to go watch Duck Dynasty now.

Zombies: Fast & Slow

Zombies!

Fast zombies! Slow zombies!

I've read a few articles that discussed the entertainment value of each and found that people are way too serious about discussing this topic. ^[1]

This seems to have been a topic of conversation pretty much ever since zombie movies started being made.

The first zombie movie as far as I know was White Zombie in 1936 starring none other than the famous Béla Lugosi. This movie portrayed zombies in the most traditional sense. Using a magic potion Lugosi's character, Murder Legendre ^[2], a white Haitian voodoo master, kills people, revives them as zombies, and uses them as slaves in his sugar cane mill. ^[3]

These kind of zombies are just like normal people in that they can walk, talk, and do things as any living person might with the exception that they are enthralled by the voodoo master. Soulless beings, they have no sense of self.

Ouch...

All I wanted to do was make some dinner. Some easy, simple, not from a box dinner.

That also involved using a knife.

OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE OWIE

And then I cut the tip off my finger. It’s my favorite finger.

I point with it.

It’s the finger I use to hold down the string when tying knots.

Being my left hand (I’m right handed) I also use it in certain situations when I’m unsure whether I’ll get it back or not.

It’s my nose-pickin’ finger too. Just sayin’.

On that note, using my right index finger feels a bit like what I’d imagine driving a car in England might feel like. Familiar territory, but upside down.

It also throbs. In a bad way.

It’s goddamn pizza night tomorrow.

What the HELL is THAT!?

Look at me lookin' at you lookin' at me. Freak.

Scientist A: "What the freakin' hell is that?!"

Scientist B: "A frog."

SA: "Yeah, but what kinda frog? I mean, that sucker's huge!"

SB: "Hmm. A giant frog then."

SA: "Kinda has an odd complexion wouldn't you say."

SB: "Yeah... like a melted candle. Waxy."

SA: "Where's it live?"

SB: "Found it living in the treetops, believe it or not. With the monkeys."

SA: "I'm gonna call it Phyllomedusa bicolor."

SB: "Yeah, you go with that. I'm gonna call what it is. We'll see what people end up using."

What it is.