On zombies
Had a zombie dream. Actually, 3 zombie dreams. I dreamt I was in a small town and some evil aura would take over each of the commercial establishments one by one. The lights in the mall bookstore/supermarket/bar would go dim, then the televisions would display freakish images and all the products would develop ominous names which made no sense, and then finally, zombies. I might say it was some subconscious commentary on consumerism, but then there was something about dragons melting gnomes with acid because I hate them. In another I was in some wealthy aristocrat's mansion filled with illogical rooms that all contained interdimensional gateways from which zombies came. Naturally I was part of a team of high-tech interdimensional ninjas trained to deal with this sort of thing, not that it went particularly well as said aristocrat was orchestrating the situation for his entertainment. Finally I was controlling a female sniper from a race of black anthropomorphic somethings, who was the target of political mind-games from her superiors as unnaturally cunning and equipped zombies pursued her through a mall construction yard, who turned out to be squad-mates.
I have nerdly dreams.
So I'm aware that a zombie day happened on the 14th, but I only heard about it on the day itself, and by then far too much laziness had occurred to reasonably take action. I think there ought to be an early warning, like how department stores celebrate Christmas in august. We could have zombie day decorations! You can… like… overturn some cars… set stuff on fire… loop the sound of gunfire and screams coming from the street… Wait, those might be Anniversary of Operation Iraqi Freedom decorations. Well whatever, you know.
Of course I saw 28 Weeks Later when it came out… alone, because my roommate was an asshole and saw it without my permission. I enjoyed it, even though it wasn't like the previous and the Gringhouse-y helicopter scene was over the top, but you don't need a review from me. "Stupid fucking kids," said the guy in front of me when it was over, which pretty much sums up the plot. Without many spoilers, I will note that, as in many zombies movies, it's the other survivors which are the real threat and become the key to everyone's downfall, but in this one it was for a weirdly opposite reason: every single act of compassion, from helping that mysterious first kid to helping those other kids, doomed everybody. People seem to hate the husband for what he did, but really, he did the smart thing (until he let his guilt get the better of him). It's an odd message when you think about it.
I think part of the reason the zombie genre appeals to me is that I relate to the situation. Zombies represent the idea of civilization turned on its head: bigger cities fall faster, because the more people are around you, the less safe you are. It's a threat which comes not from the outside forces which society was built to repel, but from the people within. Anyone, even someone you know, might turn hostile for no particular reason, or rather because you're not one of them. And you know, if some random stranger suddenly started gibbering nonsense and tried to bite me, I don't know if I would find it all that unexpected, because in a lesser sense it happens all the time.
On an unrelated topic, this weird crow keeps following me around every time I go outside, cawing at me insistently from the power lines. If I move out of view it flies to another spot nearby and starts cawing again. This has happened 3 times for 3 days now.
I have nerdly dreams.
So I'm aware that a zombie day happened on the 14th, but I only heard about it on the day itself, and by then far too much laziness had occurred to reasonably take action. I think there ought to be an early warning, like how department stores celebrate Christmas in august. We could have zombie day decorations! You can… like… overturn some cars… set stuff on fire… loop the sound of gunfire and screams coming from the street… Wait, those might be Anniversary of Operation Iraqi Freedom decorations. Well whatever, you know.
Of course I saw 28 Weeks Later when it came out… alone, because my roommate was an asshole and saw it without my permission. I enjoyed it, even though it wasn't like the previous and the Gringhouse-y helicopter scene was over the top, but you don't need a review from me. "Stupid fucking kids," said the guy in front of me when it was over, which pretty much sums up the plot. Without many spoilers, I will note that, as in many zombies movies, it's the other survivors which are the real threat and become the key to everyone's downfall, but in this one it was for a weirdly opposite reason: every single act of compassion, from helping that mysterious first kid to helping those other kids, doomed everybody. People seem to hate the husband for what he did, but really, he did the smart thing (until he let his guilt get the better of him). It's an odd message when you think about it.
I think part of the reason the zombie genre appeals to me is that I relate to the situation. Zombies represent the idea of civilization turned on its head: bigger cities fall faster, because the more people are around you, the less safe you are. It's a threat which comes not from the outside forces which society was built to repel, but from the people within. Anyone, even someone you know, might turn hostile for no particular reason, or rather because you're not one of them. And you know, if some random stranger suddenly started gibbering nonsense and tried to bite me, I don't know if I would find it all that unexpected, because in a lesser sense it happens all the time.
On an unrelated topic, this weird crow keeps following me around every time I go outside, cawing at me insistently from the power lines. If I move out of view it flies to another spot nearby and starts cawing again. This has happened 3 times for 3 days now.