I think I'm back, maybe not. Three days of humid heat in the high 90s mighta boiled my brain and possibly some other innards. Our power came back on finally this afternoon, bringing with it the a/c. Not too late, I hope. Lightning knocked a transformer or substation or something out about midnight Friday. That's the zombie hour. Could be what happened to me. Made me one of the living dead. Feels a little that way, altho I don't have enuf energy to stick my arms out and stagger around grimacing and groaning. Not sure why anybody would do that anyway, even zombies. Maybe the real ones don't.
Another thing I don't have enuf energy to do: Google stuff, like for this post, such as whether Apocalypse should be capitalized. I think it probly should be, which is why I'm doing it here. If one of you knows better, put it in the comment thread, please. Thank you.
So...jeezuz I hate it when New York Times reporters, who otherwise sound like independent, informed thinkers, start out sentences with "so." Just wanted to get that off my chest. WTF's with that? I've heard two of them do it now in NPR interviews. Valley boys?
So the wife and daughter spent the nights at Aunt Karen's in Poquoson while yours truly stayed home to tend the generator and seek truth in sweat and suffering. That got old quick. So two nites in a row yours truly went to the movies. Saturday nite was Men in Black 3, which was a hoot. Better than the other two Men in Blacks. Sunday it was Abraham LIncoln: Vampire Hunter. Fun, but not as much of a hoot as MIB, maybe because it didn't seem to be trying to be funny, even tho the book is said to have been intentionally so.
Verily, we have arrived at the sermon portion of this post. Relax, this will not consist of pretentious movie reviews. I don't see enuf movies to qualify in the review genre. Nope, this sermon is about the proliferation in our entertainment milieu of aliens and vampires and, of course, the ubiquitous zombies. I'm speaking, brothers and sisters, of the books and video games and TV serieses and movies that make it OK to watch humanoid or otherwise sentient creatures being slaughtered at whim and without a tingle of remorse. And with video games - X-box, I believe is the hip thing now - you get to be the virtual executioner.
Coupled with this is the growth of cool, with its drift from the stoicism of black musicians in the face of white contempt to a contempt by a generation or two of people of all races for any kind of enthusiasm. It is now required to watch an atrocity, presumably from a remote vantage, without showing the slightest reaction other than an occasional raucous bark meant to simulate laughter, and the only words you're permitted to utter are, for males, a restrained giggling recap of something unusually cruel, or, for females, the single word "gross."
Were I paranoid I might suggest our younger generations are being conditioned, deliberately, for an Apocalypse that will come about when the have nots in our species turn against the haves, violently, enabling the haves to bring about an extermination the likes of which Hitler and Stalin and Pol Pot, to name only the first three to come to my boiled zombiefied brain, could have imagined in only their happiest dreams.
One proven technique for manipulating people to view other people as killable is to get the first group to start thinking of the other in subhuman terms, as the Hutus did when they declared the Tutsis "cockroaches" in the Rwandan genocide of 1994. The Hutus weren't stomping babies to death! Oh, no. That would have been inhuman. They were crushing cockroaches.
I'm not paranoid, however. Do not for a minute think that I am. I'm not. I AM NOT PARANOID!!!! ARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO...



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your story reminds me of the time that I have spent in India.It was not the heat only which climed one day to 106°F ;on top of that we have had to live with extremly high humidity.On this particular day people died like flies.One man pulling a riksha,dropped dead to the ground.
During the heat season,people sleep on the upper deck of their houses.
I am glad you survived,Matt.
If a boiled brain accounts for a post like this one here ,it was worth the trouble.
Next time though make sure you spend the night on your upper deck to escape the heat within your house and also the danger of being potential prey for wild biests and vampiers.
But I'm glad you adapted and went to the movies! I agree - I loved MIB 3 - and I'm excited about "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter", which doesn't come out here till August, which still gives me the time to read the book...which is too expensive for my strained budget and not at the library. Sigh.
As for "So", do you know the podcast "Lexicon Valley"? Just Google "Slate, Lexicon Valley". It's absolutely fascinating - each week they explore an aspect of the English language, and recently they did a whole episode about the current uses of "So". I won't spoil it for you, but it's definitely worth a listen.
Glad you have your power back and beware of zombies, which are, in my opinion, the scariest monsters of all!
I give you an extra rating,if the button allows me to do so.
Elizabeth, maybe the trick to escaping zombiness is to worry about something - anything?
I thought it was center of mass, Poppi. Abdomen, chest, the bigger targets, but no smart zombie would give that kind of information away.
What Cranky said...wait. What?
That was pretty brazen, Queenie.
cc, it's a portable generator, just enuf to power the refrigerator, water pump and water heater.
Sam, I know the zombies of which you speak. Alas, they live and breed amongst us in vast quantities.
That's good to know, Heidi, but isn't the upper deck to escape the mosquitoes? Actually our basement was the coolest place in the house.
Alysa, appreciate the Slate reference. The word should be banned.
Thanks, Heidi.
all zombies live in D.C.....
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...next time (and you know there will be a next time) pretend you are a cave man, and what would a cave man do on a hot sultry night with the cave lady gone....? Write something craven while sitting in a kiddy pool with the hose running, sippin' whatever is closest and coolest... bet the chicken would come check it out, gotta be hot in their coop.
"The anticipated Apocalypse petered out." (peter is a verb in this case)
and apocalypse when it's a verb:
"Dude! He got all apocalyptic on me!"
On the other hand, we make fun of countries like India. I am starting to realise that make fun of it as you will but at least the Hindus are not consumed with movies and TV series that is all about horrific things like that which we are consumed by. I kind of like the fact the many of the films there are about love, dancing and spiritual growth while ours is about eating the faces off. or Zombies eating the faces off regular folks who have not been infected. Last night for instance this current TV show about two women who are waitress's, the on going joke is about zombies eating there faces off. Enough is enough.
I too have a weakness when the heat is too hot and my enthusiasm for anything goes to nothing knowing that I can always escape through the woods to my own personal Cool Paradise.
Steel, D.C. might be their command center, but I've heard they've set up outposts all over. Beware that x-box, btw, it just could suck you into its innards.
This could be a good thing, Erica, what with the proliferation of grisly news coverage, maybe it gives the kids a sort of protective shell. Our kids are extra sensitive with animals, which they find more innocent than humans.
We sold the chickens, Kate. Part of the process of getting our house ready to put on the market - an apocalyptic thought process all its own.
Thanks, Con. Abe was a damned good man with an axe. Too bad he never caught the jazz bug.
Steel, my Mini-14 should keep us relatively safe.
Thanks, Joan. Other being left pining alone at home I gather your apocalyptic weekend was endurable.
Thanks, Songbird, I forgot "ewwwww."
David, you know me too well.
Algis, one of the most delightful movies I've seen in years was filmed in India: The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It's a story about old farts, but our young-adult kids went with us and said they liked it. Nary a zombie, vampire or alien showed up in the plot.
I hear you, Gerald. I suspect our ancestors were a tad tuffer then.
Why? All the nets were concentrating on the Beijing Olympics and no one could be bothered. Besides, who cared about Georgians (even though they were part of the multinational force in Iraq)?
Meanwhile, the atrocities kept piling up.
and glad your power is back.
I noticed your absence, Matt. Sorry that such suffering was taking place. I met three zombies just yesterday. They are everywhere. One was a zombie who kept saying "awesome" for no reason as she promoted an energy drink at the supermarket. Soul sucking times. Sending healing thoughts towards you and the generator.
Lezlie
Vampires: Either big business, the financial industry or government (or all three) take y0ur pick.
Zombies: Brain dead consumers following the scent of fresh meat. Average American.
Gay Vampires: Gays
Fast Zombies: A good reason to have FEMA camps.
Fear of Zombies: Good way to sell ammuniton (see Hornaday's Z Max...yes I own them...in 9mm and .45 ACP. I also have some shotgun shells on the way.
Good post!
I believe you, Jeremiah, which is why I can understand the attraction of rowing out into the middle of a lake on an especially hot day.
Me, neither, Schmoop, unless it was called, say, Barack Obama: Slayer of Right-Wing Zombies.
Thanks, JL. Cool at the moment is definitely cool.
Snarky, has your daughter considered making a pitch to Spielberg?
Ferns, now that I'm cool again I can say, bravely, that suffering doth make the soul...aw, that's bullshit. Thank gawd for air-conditioned movie houses.
Margaret, anything by Wes Anderson with Bill Murray and Tilda Swinton in it, and endorsed by you...how could I go wrong?
Nap! Thanks, Lady L, that is precisely what I...need...now...zzzzzzzz....
Algis,thank you for your account of India.Times have changed yet there is a lot to be learned from this beautiful,ancient subcontinent .
Doug, quite happy with CorBon DPX. Brings fast FAST FAST relief, and doesn't upset your blood/lead levels.
I forgot his name,but I know that he had been outstanding.
The language of thefilm was in one of the native dialects,it could even have been in Bengali.
Although I did not understand the language,the action was so excellent that I had no difficulties understanding the course of action.
Heidi, those are the best movies, when you don't need dialogue.
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Verily Woe to:
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Lawyers (bah ones),
scribes (fake news caste)
Know-it-all creepy duh duds
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Let's just go out for some milk.
I am now into chocolate milk.
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No be too bloated or you no sleep.
Too much milk causes odorless gas.
We sip at the 4th zombie class acts?
You write like commenters ref:`Homer.
Homer thinks these jokes Look`Bloody!
Thanks. I changed plans. I sip 'Fat Tire'
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You can drink a Jug of Chocolate Milk.
The milk helps me sleep as if at a teat.
You just lull-off. You sing lullaby too?
Mother Nature's Milk is goo goo coo.
No act cuckoo at the 4th celebration.
We may never view another babe hen.
My Daughter is milk maiden.
We get way too much cream.
Green grass turns pure white.
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I love chocolate milk, Art. My favorite? Yahoo. Nothing's more refreshing, unless it's Miller Time.
Christian idea of life after death, is my opinion.
The most terrifying book i ever read was actually one of
Stephen King's: 'pet cemetery'. The idea was that if you buried yr
pet there, it would come back. But...as a kind of zombie monster.
The hero of the book's 3 yr old son dies, and he buries him in the pet cemetery, and he comes back....yikes!
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The most horrifying zombies are of course your loved ones, who died and came back.
Some say zombies are a racial memory of the Black Death, when your loved ones became carriers of death...
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i have always preferred vampires, for they are fully sexual beings.
Werewolf is a good metaphor for the Freudian id...
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Our young are being conditioned for something these One Percenters got planned for us, that is for sure. It is kind of sad to see a whole generation of blank eyed sociopaths, but, well,
to tell you the truth, i really don't expect to have children,
so who gives a damn. I got very little stake in our future.
I would like to see a real apocalypse someday:
etymologically, it means ''ripping off the lid". Letting the truth
come out in its irresistible glory,
plain for everyone to see,
and frying the bad people, like in a mighty heat wave
that never ends.
I am rather disturbed by Father Abraham being a vampire hunter.
I was in the supermarket today, leering at the beautiful gals
in dishabille on the covers of the glam mags,
when i came across a nEWSWEEK "100 most influential people of all time" ....there was einstein,and fdr, and ...abe.
I looked in that stern magisterial face for minutes.
It was..charismatic..those eyes...
Maybe that is my problem, Procopius, heat stroke.
""I also have always liked the monster within idea. I like the zombies being us. Zombies are the blue-collar monsters. George A. Romero ""
Glad you are better now, air condition is a cool condition. !!
Thanks, Rog, now that damned tune is haunting my brain, as well.
Hi, Afrodite! I'm sure there are those in their penthouse suites looking down with smirks on their faces, sipping martinis and murmuring to each other about how to deal with "The zombie problem." They're looking down at us. Yeah, so far as they're concerned we are the zombies.