Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Zombies

I like zombies. Not in the Quisling kind of way (read the part about World War Z, unless you REALLY want to learn an obscure new word that just means traitor), but in the way most consumers of popular culture since the remake of Dawn of the Dead have been. Here’s where I flex my old school muscle and say I’ve been a fan since I was old enough to seek out Romero’s films, how cool am I?

After listening to the audiobook for World War Z, I sought out the book so I could throw a little monetary support to Mel Brooks’ kid, you know, cos they like that kind of thing. Money I mean. Not that the film deal with Brad Pitt’s production company won’t bring him plenty of that. I’m in a tangental mood tonight, I couldn’t even tell a cohesive story to a coworker without derailing myself about 20 times tonight.

After reading the book, now I’m hooked on Robert Kirkman of Invincible fame’s new zombie book, The Walking Dead. Go here for a #1 of both of the books I just mentioned, they rock. This begs the question, what’s the fascination with zombies? It’s not just me, all these things are within 5 years of each other( Dawn remake, 28 Days Later, Shaun of the Dead, WWZ, Walking Dead) so somebody else must be thinking about these things too.

My manager asked me what me and my fellow consumers fascination with Zack was all about. All I really could say was that it’s been in the public consciousness since the 60’s thanks to Romero, and that people have a tendency to have a bit of an obsession with things that scare the crap out of them. I could never have formulated such an eloquent and apt description as Simon Pegg has in the afterword of book 2 of The Walking Dead. Unless of course I was hot off of the set of my genius zombie satire film and was asked to write an excellent afterword for an equally excellent book about zombies. Then I coulda nailed it.

Now I’m off to continue my obsession with consumption and classism by watching more of season 1 of The O.C. It’s like the 24 of primetime drama. And I fucking mean that. I don’t just toss Bauer’s name around. I’d be too scared to see what he’d do to me if he found out.



Sunday, January 21, 2007

Broken Cars and Broken Dreams

Just when everything is starting to make sense in my life. Finally, TRULY single, not enrolled in school so I can figure out my life, and WHAM. Volks spins out of control due to a tire blowout on I-10W into some nice old people who were good friends with my surrogate grandfather, Paquito.

Funny how life works. Nice people really.

So today begins my self imposed car probationary period. I can’t afford the raise in insurance, and am tired of asking my father to pay for my fuck ups.

Insurance rates drop at 25. Guess when I’ll stop riding a bike? It’s better for the environment anyway. Better for my cardiovascular system.

This human is a pipe bomb.

It sure did look nice

Tabbed Browsing: Why I Love It, An Ode To The 21st Century Equivalent To A Dictionary At The Head Of The Bed

Tabbed browsing. I use it. I tout its virtues daily, mostly to people who don’t really care anyway.

Today I finally realized why I love it so much. I use those tabs as a way to keep track of the things that I have been doing/researching over the day. Usually what will happen is I will get more than a web browser’s width worth of tabs and I will trim the fat, much like I store the text messages from people that I find funny and such. I was looking up the so called “War of Currents,” the struggle between George Westinghouse and his Alternating Current versus Thomas Edison and his Direct Current, when I realized that it was all Sarah Vowell’s fault.

Other topics I perused while reading Assassination Vacation: The soldier who wouldn’t surrender, and the Russian view of Nihilism as a political movement, Nardonik.

The reason I keep the tabs open is so that I can remember the weird shit that I look up while doing something like reading or web surfing. Now I realize I have a repository for all those weird links besides my del.icio.us, my own personal journal.

By today I mean December 26, that’s how long it takes for my ADD addled brain to remember to do things.