Tuesday, July 12, 2005
What a day it has been. It's only half over and I've had a pretty full day. Today started with sleeping in. I went to see Land Of The Dead last night. Not even that late. The problem was the game that the movie seemed to be playing. It was the game of "Let's see what kind of screwed up things that we can reveal about the zombies."
To kill a zombie you either beat it in the head of burn it. If you remove the head, is the zombie still alive? What happens if you only partially remove the head? Can zombies swim? Does an electric fence stop a zombie? Can a zombie use weapons? Do the zombies communicate? Will the zombies eat their own flesh? Will zombies eat animals?
All these mysteries led to some pretty messed up dreams last night. I dreamt that I saw some people still alive even though they were just heads in plastic bags. Of course, when I lifted the bags the twist at the bottom came undone and the brains and stuff just floated around freely in the bags. The people then died. (Or did they?) I'm not really sure why I was a superhero in this dream, or why one of the heads was Jean Luc Picard. That's just random screwiness.
The question begs to be asked. If I remove a zombie brain from a zombie, would it still be alive? Then could I move it to another body and have it take over that body?
So anyway, I went and filled out an application for Waldenbooks today. After my father's funeral, a friend told me that I should go to work there. I told him that I would consider it. Of course, he could never find my application. The problem is that I put my application into Ingram. (What are the odds of two book warehouses in the same county? Much less than them actually being side by side.) I've got an appointment at nine in the morning.
I then went to the post office to pick up some certified mail that I had missed some how. I was really geeked out hoping that it had something to do with me getting paid on the house that I never owned. It turns out that it was about a hit and run.
I bought a new car last year. It's why I haven't had any money to buy any houses in a while. (And won't for a while.) I bought a Toyota Echo. (36 MPG! Can I get an woot woot?) I haven driven the old Ruther-Ford for a while. Yes, that was its name. Anyway, when the Probe quit running last year, I called various junk yards to see if any of them wanted. The best deal I got was that they would haul it off for free. I guess somebody got it running and/or stole it. They hit something/someone in Nashville and now the impound lot has to contact me to see if I want it back. I told them that I signed the title over and they could auction it off for all I cared. I asked if they were going to auction it off online. They said yes. I told them that I would watch it out of curiosity. They took down my info and assured me that I would not be arrested. I told them that if they needed a statement from me, then I'd fill one out.
Just in case you want to see it as well, the suction site is here. The crazy thing is that I got confused. There are two junkyards side by side in Lavergne and I went to the wrong one. The other one said that they would have gladly taken it. The problem was that they weren't in the yellow pages. So what have we learned here? It pays to advertise.
To kill a zombie you either beat it in the head of burn it. If you remove the head, is the zombie still alive? What happens if you only partially remove the head? Can zombies swim? Does an electric fence stop a zombie? Can a zombie use weapons? Do the zombies communicate? Will the zombies eat their own flesh? Will zombies eat animals?
All these mysteries led to some pretty messed up dreams last night. I dreamt that I saw some people still alive even though they were just heads in plastic bags. Of course, when I lifted the bags the twist at the bottom came undone and the brains and stuff just floated around freely in the bags. The people then died. (Or did they?) I'm not really sure why I was a superhero in this dream, or why one of the heads was Jean Luc Picard. That's just random screwiness.
The question begs to be asked. If I remove a zombie brain from a zombie, would it still be alive? Then could I move it to another body and have it take over that body?
So anyway, I went and filled out an application for Waldenbooks today. After my father's funeral, a friend told me that I should go to work there. I told him that I would consider it. Of course, he could never find my application. The problem is that I put my application into Ingram. (What are the odds of two book warehouses in the same county? Much less than them actually being side by side.) I've got an appointment at nine in the morning.
I then went to the post office to pick up some certified mail that I had missed some how. I was really geeked out hoping that it had something to do with me getting paid on the house that I never owned. It turns out that it was about a hit and run.
I bought a new car last year. It's why I haven't had any money to buy any houses in a while. (And won't for a while.) I bought a Toyota Echo. (36 MPG! Can I get an woot woot?) I haven driven the old Ruther-Ford for a while. Yes, that was its name. Anyway, when the Probe quit running last year, I called various junk yards to see if any of them wanted. The best deal I got was that they would haul it off for free. I guess somebody got it running and/or stole it. They hit something/someone in Nashville and now the impound lot has to contact me to see if I want it back. I told them that I signed the title over and they could auction it off for all I cared. I asked if they were going to auction it off online. They said yes. I told them that I would watch it out of curiosity. They took down my info and assured me that I would not be arrested. I told them that if they needed a statement from me, then I'd fill one out.
Just in case you want to see it as well, the suction site is here. The crazy thing is that I got confused. There are two junkyards side by side in Lavergne and I went to the wrong one. The other one said that they would have gladly taken it. The problem was that they weren't in the yellow pages. So what have we learned here? It pays to advertise.
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