Thinking ’bout Zombies

Have you ever stopped to think about Zombies? Kate Baker did and so did a bunch of other people. Read about it here: WunderLINK Activate

I posted this @48:

Well, I’d want to take a small group of skilled survivors and make supply stops a Cracker Barrel ’cause it’s yummy and there’s some good wall stuff and creature comfort items (I know I’m gonna want some hand cream and air freshener), but I’d also stop at a hardware store, a super Wal-mart, and perhaps a gun shop to pick up some “essentials.”

Then we head for a prison (perhaps maximum security prison) where we release the prisoners (maybe we don’t tell them about the zombies) and once they’re out, rush in and shut the doors. All of them.

I’d go for a prison with guard towers so we can keep lookout for the zombies and maybe a garden so we can get some much needed sunshine and grow food if we had to be there for a while. Hopefully we remembered to pick up seeds from the Wal-mart or hardware store. The gardening tools should also be fairly effective if the zombies breech our otherwise top-notch barriers. Yep.

And after reading all the posts, I gotta say that some people spend waaay too much time thinking about Zombies. I guess it’s a survival thing in all of us and … perhaps … a few too many video games. Maybe the real “secret” about Zombies is that they eat your brains via thought. You know when you can’t stop thinking about something and it feels like it’s eating your brains — Zombies did that. Like an ear worm, only, Zombie thoughts. Maybe I’m over thinking this. Wait! That’s how it starts isn’t it?! Zombie thoughts again. Noooooooo. They’re in my mind! (Really though, might have to write a story. Ack! There it is again.)

Blog of Indecision

I was going to post another blog entry on tea–this time on Green ’cause I wanted to mix it up a bit. Ya know, be a little wild like that. Then I switched to another Oolong. (Steady is a good thing. Right?) And now I haven’t finished either blog entry ’cause I keep thinking I should have another cup of tea before I finish so I can be more thorough in my review. But I keep switching varieties! Then I had some Thai Tea ’cause it’s summer and Thai Tea is really yummy on a hot day. Finally, I decided I should blog on my indecision since, well, really this is not the first time I’ve been indecisive. So here it is. Why is it so hard to just make up my mind?

Taco Ratios

As I write this, I’m at a Taco Bell to lunch with my daughter between shuttling her from one summer camp to the next. We like tacos and burritos.

Of note, the men at this crowded Taco Bell out number the females 33 to 8 (my daughter and I are included in the eight) — that’s a >4 to 1 ratio. Her Blowfish Robocraft Camp has a better male to female ratio. Do women generally dislike Taco Bell that much? Or do men just like it that much? As we finish our eats, some patrons leave and new arrivals wait in line, but the ratio remains the same.

Interesting.

Blowfish Robocraft Camp and Other Notes from the Summer

Today begins my daughter’s week of Blowfish Robocraft camp. I know, I know. Blowfish Robo-what? Trust me, I did not make this up.

The Blogger Effect

So, I no sooner transfer a few old posts from Blogger to WordPress, and more than a whole week goes by before I post anything new on WordPress (more or less). Did the lack of motivation & enthusiasm that I had on Blogger just get transfered to WordPress too? Like some kind of virus? Ack. Maybe it was just a busy week. And true, it was. But not busy with loads of interesting topics I’d want to share on a blog. There’s stuff I definitely don’t want to share with the whole wide world on a blog, so that’s something (or not as the case may be). And, no, I’m not telling what I don’t want to share…for now.

On the upside of the week, I updated my stepdad’s website. That is something I am happy to share, so wonderlink activate! Form of… a URL.

http://www.gowlphoto.com

Visit it and be amazed. (Please.)

And with that, I’m going to try making a Poll via WordPress and its association with PollDaddy.

Here goes:

Pressing the Blog

Transfered some old Blogger/Blogspot posts to WordPress. I think it’s cool that WordPress can do this. Generally, I’ve been way happier with WordPress as Blogger made me want to pull my hair out in clumps. I really don’t like that look for me. WordPress, so far, has actually motivated thoughts like, “hey, that’s cool!” Sometimes, I even say it aloud and smile. This look is much preferable to the baldspotted-head-with-strands-sticking-out-between-my-fingers one. I hardly ever used Blogger as a result of this nasty side effect.

Hey, we had an earthquake. I mean, “HEY, EARTHQUAKE!”

Just making a note of it. It was 07-16-10 and registered a 3.6.

We had one here several years ago. Both times I was sitting on the couch when it hit and both times I thought the cats were doing something like scratching their claws or generally attacking, causing the couch to shake. Our couch is actually a slightly rickety futon and our cats are fairly hefty, so something like this isn’t hard for the cats to do. The difference being, when I got up off the couch to scramble the offending cat (or cats), they were both completely clear of the couch and just looked at me as if to say, “hey, what the heck are you doing oh mighty provider of food?” At which point I just shrugged. It only occurred to me later that, “hey, it’s kind of strange that the couch was shaking itself.” One might have assumed we were haunted or had an earthquake or something.

Clearly, my brain does not readily register earthquakes as the most logical answer to a shaking couch. I was only able to put two and two together a couple of hours later when I read that we’d had an earthquake. I’m partly going to blame this on the fact that it happened really early in the morning and I was not entirely awake yet. Yeah. But it’s also because we just don’t have many earthquakes ’round these parts and there are any number of other things which may cause similar shaking. I feel a little bad for blaming the cats, though. They were probably much more puzzled than I was.

Testy Little Thing

Dammit Jim, I’m a graphic designer, not a doctor!

But, I’m mostly just curious to see if I can type stuff on my Pod while not on any wi-fi networks, and then upload later when I am connected. I probably could have achieved the same result, by writing something else and then posting it without mentioning the testing aspect. None might have been the wiser.

So for your amusment, I’ll share a spectacularly misquoted quote which I uttered earlier today. (Today being 07/20/10.*)

Me: “Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor, not a geologist!”

(Shudder. I put my geek to shame.) I am SO turning into my mom who is widely known to say the mixed-up, backwards wrong words, almost right meaning, at a dazzling rate.

The correct quote from “Devil in the Dark” regarding the silicon-based Horta is this.

Bones: “I’m a doctor, not a bricklayer.”

I guess I should thank my lucky stars I didn’t say, “geographer.”

Dear Brain,

BRICKLAYER! The correct word would be, “bricklayer.” Not that you did’t already know that, but please make a note of it so there will be less fail in the future. Thanks for playing. Please come again.

D

Happy and safe 4th of July!

Families, flags, and fireworks–does it get much better?

We’re adding a little bowling, Q, beans, slaw, bananas foster, blackberry cobbler, ice cream and Cheerwine to our day just to make sure we have all the bases covered. Was a little heavy on the dog slobber so far, but nothing that can’t be washed off in time for the light show to come.

In search of stars . . .

We’re in search of stars for the 4th of July.

These can be made of almost anything–hot gas balls in outer space not necessary. The crackling, flashing kind made of gunpowder and various other minerals that are closer to earth would be just lovely. Will also accept stars made of candy, popcorn, cupcake batter or frosting. Got stars and want to share? Let us know.

Have a happy and safe 4th!

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