Zombie Meme

Gakked from pretty much everyone in the world.

You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.

Weapon can be real or fictional, you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.

1. A bat’leth. A really sharp bat’leth.
2. Cradle of Filth – Foetus of a New Day Kicking
3. Total no-brainer here – Worf. Can you think of a single person better suited to dealing with a zombie apocalypse?

My so-Called Life

So, last week, I was off for two days. I come back, and there is no internet. Oh, how I suffered! Working Sunday late shift in a hotel with no internet? Not fun. And then, on Monday…no internet. Still. Picture me sitting in front of computer, burning incense for the Internet Gods.
BERNICE: Oh, Lords of All Knowledge, wherefore hast thou forsaken me?
THE INTERNET: Because you just said wherefore in cold blood. Also, don’t you have work?
BERNICE: Work? What is this work? Why do you use these big words that hurt my brain, O Internet?
INTERNET: Because you are an idiot. Go away, and try to do some actual, y’know, work?
BERNICE: I will now ponder the meaning of these wise revelations from the Internet. Ommm, awarreeeya, gangalosh, rrrrammarooooja….
PEOPLE AT WORK: Is she going into withdrawal? Do we need to call an ambulance?
The internet got fixed just before I knocked off on Monday for another mysterious two days off (I suspect that they just didn’t want me to have the weekend off because there’s a big conference coming in and we all know how much I love conferences )
And now, finally, I have internet. Yay for something to do at work!

Oh, yes. And CSS, the company Albert was working for…no longer exists. As of Tuesday, he’s officially unemployed. First thing my mom said? ‘You know you can always move back home, honey.’ I love my mom, but sometimes I could murder her with a sock and two peanuts.
And yesterday I broke my father’s computer. Well, not exactly broke broke. It just…doesn’t work anymore. And it’s kind of my fault. And my flash, which contained the newest draft of my book, all my Maya fic, a lot of dribs and drabs that I’ve written over the years…corrupt. Completely skrood. I’m going to have to format it if I ever want to use it again. All that lovely data…Lady Luck’s a bitch.

In other news, Gabriel? Very good. For a given value of good. My personal value of good is basically: Does it have Teh Eye Candy?
The answer here is a resounding YES! Everyone is hot, from Gabriel the tattooed arcangel to the fallen angel-cum-hooker (pun srsly not intended). Best yet? Gabriel has glowing blue eyes just like the Fremen from Dune! *cue fangirly love-fest*. Plus I think the same actor might have actually played in Dune. As Paul Atreides, actually. Let me know if anyone knows for a fact that that’s not true.

Quentin Tarantino has more issues than the Daily Planet

Seriously. Watch Death Proof and you’ll see why. He’s a genius, of course, but he’s also more than a little mental, seems to me. He has this skill with that moment where you realize something really horrendous is going to happen to a character, but they don’t. And he draws this moment out for ages, while you’re sitting on the edge of your seat screaming at the screen like a demented person, hoping that by some miracle they’ll actually listen to you for once.
Alas, they never do.

In other news, I am reading The Neutronium Alchemist by Peter F. Hamilton. As brilliant, if not more so, than the one before. Al Capone takes over the world, for crying out loud!
This book is the source of much joy, and also many panicky phone calls to my brother along the lines of ‘this and this and this just happened and please you have to tell me if Character X is going to be okay!’
But also, the book sucks rotten eggs. Because I am almost finished with it, and I won’t be able to get the next one for three weeks! muttermuttersulkfret.

In other other news, I have decided that reading too much grown-up Heinlein and too many bodice-rippers when I was young has permanently warped my mind and left me with the morals of an alley-cat. Haven’t decided whether I care or not.

Sunday. I hate Sundays.

Well, it’s Sunday. And I am bored like you wouldn’t believe. I have decided the fates are playing a horrible trick on me. I am sitting at work and surfing the Internet, and I am bored. That’s not right, surely?

Anyway, I watched Conan the Barbarian the other day. The suckiness was duly embraced, and I laughed so much I thought I would actually die.

Am going home. Love going home.
Will drink much coffee and be very lazy. And also, will try to install Rise of Nations. Damn game refuses to work! Grrrr.

Phones make me tired

And so does talking to stupid people. My sister-in-law is in the hospital. They think she might have had a mini-stroke. Am very worried.My brother is obviously freaking out, but she will be fine.

Almost time to go home for my weekend off, which will include: visiting my Small Sibling, Visiting my Large Aunt, Sleeping Late and Not Working. Hahahahahahahahah! Soon I shall be back, with pictures of all these very strenuous activities.

I can’t wait.

In the meantime: ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s playground.’ He’s gonna go ape on mine this weekend.

I think I shall watch Shaun of the Dead. Funniest zombie movie ever.