Better Living Through Zombies

Can one get too much July? I don’t think so.

Feeding the mind and body.
Woot woot.

To all the ladies, thank you.
To all the haters, don’t.

… are called gloves.

What an odd phrase. Hats are not on hands.

Unlike curses, almost anything can be a hat.

OK. For those out there not up to date on the concept…

Wealth is not a Curse

Becoming a Werewolf is a Curse

Beauty is not a Curse

Mummies are a Curse

Is this clear?

It has snowed non stop for a couple days now. Getting snowed in, in the middle of the winter, sounds like the beginning of a cheesy horror flick.

Welcome 2010!

In some cultures we’d be married now. In most others we are not.

Tables are meant to be climbed on and jumped from. Do not listen to anyone who sez otherwise. They are lying to you.

Matresses make excellent indoor slides at bedtime when a futon breaks. Lots of fun there.

Apparently my cohort may be going through a long slow change to zombie-ville. I’ll keep my eyes on him. We may have to put him down if he becomes a zombie and can’t be trained.

Not a lot of folks know this but the whoopie cushion was originally designed as a zombie detection device. Zombies, lacking any sense of humor or a sense of smell, would not respond to the whoopie cushion and thus they were used to see if guests were in fact turned. It was shortly determined that factors like the stench of decay and the constant refrain or “brains, brains…” were better indicators of zombie-ness.

Whoopie cushions inadvertantly resulted in the tester getting too close to zombies and often getting bitten. Alas.