Lost a Day

I definitely lost a day today.

Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with...

Circling Friday the 13th date on calendar with marker (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was pretty out of it this morning when I got up. I was tired and didn’t really want to move. So I curled up and tried to spend some time waking up. This obviously result in me dozing back off for a few minutes. That did not help my sleepiness.

I kind of went through getting ready for work in a zombie-like fashion. Slow movements, very little thinking. I’m not usually quite that bad, but it was rough this morning.

Then I got to work and started my projects. Everything seemed to go okay. At least, everything seemed okay until around lunch time. I realized that I didn’t know what day it was. I was completely lost. I had no idea the day of the week, or the date, or the month. completely lost on what I was doing.

Later, my brain somehow had decided that no matter what the truth was, it kind of felt like a Friday. So it must be Friday, right? Incorrect. It’s definitely Thursday. Everyone knows it’s a rookie mistake to think that your Thursday is a Friday. It just makes you disappointed for the rest of Thursday, and keeps you from enjoying your Friday because it feels like an extra day.

So I’m hoping I’m a little more coherent tomorrow. No promises, but I can try.

Yet again, I’m weird

So yesterday was a little weird. Sorry about that. I started off talking about how I don’t want to only write sad stuff, or be too deep all the time and ended up talking about the scientific viability of certain Zombies.

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got to thinking about that whole thing this morning. It led me down the path of wondering if I post too often. If I post something every day, do I run out of ideas? Is yesterday what happens when I’m out of ideas? Should I think about posting less often so that I can always be thoughtful about my posts?

As usual, I’m the weird one. I decided that writing less would actually result in less ideas for me. I know this seems counter-intuitive(let’s face it, I’m like a definition of counter-intuitive,) but I promise you that it isn’t. I really thought about this,m so stick with me.

I started writing here to process things. Lots of things. I tend to be an out loud thinker. I almost always get better results when I talk through something. Sometimes I have entire conversations talking at someone, come to a conclusion and they just nod and say “Yep, sounds good.”I imagine that makes for some frustrating interactions. Sorry about that. One of the ways I process all of these different things is by just coming here and typing. What happens happens.

I also realized that if I posted less frequently, I would find a way to procrastinate my posting in such a way that any schedule would be pointless. I would rationalize not posting on time. Telling myself I’m going to post every weekday gives me a little bit of leeway for exactly what time, but not for what days. I only skip when I literally run out of time and can’t get to it or forget, or if I’m out of town or otherwise unable to get to the computer. If I were to tell myself I was going to post 3 times a week, I’d probably end up slapping 3 crappy posts up on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday that none of you would be interested in.

Writing here is important to me, and a good way to make sure I keep it a priority is to have the posting schedule of one post every weekday. I’m going to stick with that. Will it occasionally result in zombie-talk? Probably. Will some posts be sad? Yep. Will I continue to be off-the-wall, mostly unpredictable and unabashedly strange? You bet.

If that’s your cup of tea, stick around. We like tea. Tell your friends. Invite them too. The more the merrier.


Any specific timetables or routines with blogging that make you a better blogger?

But I don’t WANT to be Debbie

While I was planning my post for the day, I realized that most of my recent posts have been a little on the sadder or melancholy side. I’m not actually that down at the moment. I felt like I was being a Little Debbie Downer(see what i did there? Little Debbie? Debbie Downer? Fine don’t laugh. I haven’t had any coffee yet, I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt.)

I really enjoy writing the way that I am right at that moment. Sometimes that means I write sadder stuff. Sometimes it’s more a thought provoking type of post. Sometimes it’s just plain weird. It’s always me, though. Since I don’t feel like I wan’t to write anything sad, I want to write something funny!

There’s a problem here. As much as I like to think that I contain the original seed of everything that is funny, the spark where all humor in the universe comes from, inside me like Optimus Prime‘s Matrix of Leadership, but I know that’s not true. I’m not super hysterical like I imagine I am. That’s ok.

I still think I’m funny. I’m also sort of getting to the point where if I think I’m funny, that’s all it takes for me to be funny. There’s a small flaw in this: When you’re funny, you say and do funny things when other people are around. If those other people don’t find you amusing, you’re kinda stuck. Whatever. I’ll deal with that when I get there.

So now I have to find a way to put something funny and happy-inducing here for you guys today. I want to be a bringer of smiles today.



This is harder than I thought. Apparently, I don’t have anything all that amusing to say. Well this is embarrassing. Uh….


Okay, I know zombies have been overdone recently, and I don’t want to add to that. but I feel like the living dead have been horribly misrepresented lately. I like zombies. I’m a fan. I don’t always watch some of the older zombie movies because I may like them as a concept, but seeing them paw through someone’s internal organs isn’t something I need to see illustrated in graphic detail.

Cover of "Shaun of the Dead"

Cover of Shaun of the Dead

In the interest of giving you about as family-friendly an example as I can, while still pointing out my preferred undead characteristics, I’ll reference a movie from a few years back: Shaun of the Dead.

Even though it’s a humorous take on the genre, I think it really showcases a lot of the things I appreciate about those adorable little brain munchers.

Zombies should be dumb. Like really dumb. Having trouble distinguishing zombies from people and inanimate objects dumb. Being as zombies should be animated corpses, there should be no mental processing. They should just be a mobile corpse.

Zombies should be slow. They are just mobile corpses. No running. They are driven by a desire to eat some brains. Not all of their muscle attachments are intact. Slow, plodding, shuffling, untiring things.

Zombies should be strong, but fragile. Again with the muscle attachments. Their musculature may or may not be well-functioning. Kind of depends on the amount of muscle tissue left. If there’s a lot there, they should be stronger than a human of their size because they don’t have the same restrictions on movement that a human being would. They should also be fragile. With all that exposed bone and possible lack of musculo-skeletal integrity, I would think it would be hard to keep it together.

Those are my big things. Part of the discomfort that zombies provide is based on the inevitability of fate they introduce. They WILL keep coming for you. If you don’t get away or keep moving, the WILL catch you. If they catch you, they WILL eat you. If they bite you, you WILL become one of them.

This whole zombies can run and zombies are predators crap has just left a sour taste in my mouth. I can understand that certain mediums might need to take some artistic liberties. putting fast zombies in a video game can make it more interesting. Real zombies are slow though.

Well then. In an effort to not be melancholy, I ended up telling you why my zombies are the best. Apparently, I favor a more ‘based in science approach’ Who knew?

That seems accurate. Totally me.


Are you funny? Do other people agree? How do you feel about zombies?