*sneaksneaksneak...sneak...bop!*
Two different things rocked my weekend: zombies and dinosaurs. Although not simultaneously, because that would probably have meant an injury to somebody.
First there were the zombies: vettha located a song called "Last Girl on Earth" by the Supreme Beings of Leisure. For someone with frequent Omega Girl fantasies, that is pure crack in audio form. It's electronicky and echoey and throaty and defiant, and my iTunes just happened to queue it up next to a goth ambient song that begins with slow echoey thuds. If you listen to the two at night, and close your eyes, those thuds totally sound like footsteps.
I would provide you with the name of the second song but come on. What goth ambient song doesn't begin that way?
Also, I picked up a bag of scifi books via Freecycle, and while an unfortunate preponderance were of the space marine variety, where former (Earthly) Marines retire and then fantasize (a lot) about sex with aliens, or sex with fellow platoon members while fighting aliens, one of the books in the bag was the novelization of Resident Evil. And it has been such a long time since I read a zombie novel. I am totally in the mood for the literary shambling and groaning.
Second, while I was dogsitting near the Canadian border again, far far away from any lj-excitement, Saturday night I dreamt that I worked (as several people, actually, in that kind of dreamlogic way) in a research lab that specialized in genetic alterations. And you would think that would mean I turned into a zombie, or got to turn other people into a zombie, right? Better. I got turned into a stegosaurus! Complete with spiky boppy tail! And then I escaped from the research lab and ran round campus bopping people with my spiky tail. As if that was not enough, I was also able to stick to the ceiling. So I could bop people from above. It rocked so hard.
The worst part was that when I woke up, I cannot describe how sad I was to no longer be a gecko-stegosaurus hybrid. Someone stole my tail! Seriously, it bummed me out all morning, and just thinking about it even now brings a wee small tear to my eye.
Boy, what I wouldn't give to be a stegosaurus at work this morning. I think I would get so much less backtalk.
First there were the zombies: vettha located a song called "Last Girl on Earth" by the Supreme Beings of Leisure. For someone with frequent Omega Girl fantasies, that is pure crack in audio form. It's electronicky and echoey and throaty and defiant, and my iTunes just happened to queue it up next to a goth ambient song that begins with slow echoey thuds. If you listen to the two at night, and close your eyes, those thuds totally sound like footsteps.
I would provide you with the name of the second song but come on. What goth ambient song doesn't begin that way?
Also, I picked up a bag of scifi books via Freecycle, and while an unfortunate preponderance were of the space marine variety, where former (Earthly) Marines retire and then fantasize (a lot) about sex with aliens, or sex with fellow platoon members while fighting aliens, one of the books in the bag was the novelization of Resident Evil. And it has been such a long time since I read a zombie novel. I am totally in the mood for the literary shambling and groaning.
Second, while I was dogsitting near the Canadian border again, far far away from any lj-excitement, Saturday night I dreamt that I worked (as several people, actually, in that kind of dreamlogic way) in a research lab that specialized in genetic alterations. And you would think that would mean I turned into a zombie, or got to turn other people into a zombie, right? Better. I got turned into a stegosaurus! Complete with spiky boppy tail! And then I escaped from the research lab and ran round campus bopping people with my spiky tail. As if that was not enough, I was also able to stick to the ceiling. So I could bop people from above. It rocked so hard.
The worst part was that when I woke up, I cannot describe how sad I was to no longer be a gecko-stegosaurus hybrid. Someone stole my tail! Seriously, it bummed me out all morning, and just thinking about it even now brings a wee small tear to my eye.
Boy, what I wouldn't give to be a stegosaurus at work this morning. I think I would get so much less backtalk.