I'm so glad that this week is finally over. Of course I'll probably be more anxious on Monday and slide down that slope towards relief once again once 1/16/09 heralds a new weekend.
My week could've been awful except for the fact that I had actually reached out to an old college friend, Lee, who worked at the newspaper alongside me. It's really keen to catch up on shit, a little frightening to hear about some of the stuff that's transpired since I dropped out and others gradauted into the real world.
As you may or may not know I have tinnitus. When I wear my earplugs at night the background tone is really loud. Some layman testing with Audacity I believe that I'm constantly hearing a tone which is above 1000hz. I had to stop once I generated a tone of 1400hz because Spot literally jumped and grabbed my knee! When I leaned to pet her she bit my hand admonishing me for being a dumb houseape. My right ear appears to be the most strongly affected ear which strikes me as funny since I'm certain this is from using headphones and certainly they equally assaulted both ears.
I know that giving the third degree to the other party is the bread and butter of these kinds of shows but at least this segment gave the appearance that Rush understood the broader issue at hand and is letting Obama make his own rope to hang himself rather than, like Hannity, counting his chickens before they've hatched.
Let's just say that I've moderated my opinion of Mr. Limbaugh.
I need to reflect upon this point and see about reinvigorating my enthusiasm to write here rather than simply sending emails or talking at MOO and elsewhere.
>Shit, I reckon one could argue that zombies are pretty passé since the trope has been going strong since the beginning of the aughts much in the same measure that vampires peaked in popularity during the nineties.
I was someplace urban. More decidedly urban than Colorado Springs. The city seems familiar but I'm disinclined to go wading through the past hundred dreams to find references to urban settings so you, gentle reader, can draw your own conclusions. Heck I'm not even sure if I might've committed that particular dream to xhtml. Anyway I've digressed and the location is a department store with a restaurant on the ground level. Everything's polished brass and dark stained wood. I'm at the bar trying to get directions when everyone's attention is drawn to a commotion outside. Gray-green zombies wearing hoodies are lurching through the streets attacking people who move too much or get too close.
Indoors we're not as lucky because there's a ruckus coming from the basement behind the bar. The door bursts open revealing a frightened waitress who is bloodied and wearing a shredded uniform crying out that they're right behind her with her exclaimation being punctuated by the door thumping in the jamb. Everyone piles against the door until the horrible scratching finally falls silent. Fires have erupted in neighboring buildings and the zombies are driving convertibles.
One scene that I recall has me hiding in a bathroom, being confronted by a zombie who I engage in hand-to-hand combat beating its rotting melon against the rim of the toilet until it stops moving. Anyway I thought that was pretty hardcore especially since I consider myself to be a fat old family dog rather than a lean, mean doberman.
