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This post is a little (read: completely) off topic, but I like Zombies.
Besides being a motivation to continue interacting with the dimwiited of the world (in hopes that Zombies will one day be real and purge this beautiful planet of the blight that is the human race), I actually find the creative concept of the 'Zombie' very intruiging.
Traditionally, the monster itself is the most simple biped driven by raw anger and lust for the internal organs of others, making it pure in it's dependancy on us in so much as that its reign will only last as long as it has us to feed on.
The question needs to be asked then, what other way can this humble horror be invoked so that it appeals to the slightly evolved and twisted enjoyment of the coming generations that are becoming more and more desensitised to dark media?
The obvious progression, to me at least, is to make the Zombie coherent. Or at least primitively social amongst its own, with a small measure of adaptability and maybe even intellect. Romero tried this in 'Land of The Dead' and it sucked arse. Can such an idea be incorporated effectively or in doing so, will the very essence of what makes Zombies so fearsome be lost?
Perhaps the Zombie works so well because it is perfectly simple. Perhaps any changes to the basic premise of the walking dead model would create something substandard and ultimately undeserving of the genre title.
If anyone is still reading this, I'd be interested in knowing if anyone else is a fan of the Zombie, and any media of this ilk. And if so, I'd love to hear suggestions or comments (even reviews) of any sort of story, game, movie etc that any of you have experienced (for better or for worse).
I of course welcome any other comments as well.
Thanks!
And I've really got no excuse. A dozen reasons, but all could be construed as excuses.
Not least of the reasonable excuses (see what I did there? hehe 'course you did) is that I've been somewhat numb of late. Not physically numb of course, but emotionally. And the times that I have gotten passionate over something, it's not been for anything positive so I try not make the negative energy airbourne by venting it.
I did recently find myself with the desire to write again. Not like anything I've had published before mind you (which were just product reviews, incidentally), but something closer to what I enjoy the most: creative dialogues, monologues and narratives.
Unfortunately, when I attempt to compose such literature, I always second guess myself and often quit before I even begin.
And don't ask me about fiction writing.....I get the most vivid images and unreal memories of non-existent events and in my mind I start moulding plots and terraforming sceneries, only to have all the mystical buildings and fantastical creatures that are set to go for adventures with enchanted weapons and flying preambulants; be razed, slaughtered and disassembled by my meagre attempts at converting those images to simple, linear, two dimensional text.
A very 'woe-is-me' lament, to be sure, but try as I might I cannot muster any ability within me to be able to turn those imaginings into the sort of flowing and dynamic ribbon of text that entraps the reader's eyes (both physical and third) into a journey that actually builds memories real enough to be carried into the dream realm.
Any avid readers out there will know what I mean. To be engrossed in a good book, regardless of genre or ilk, can be one of the most satisfying experiences ever that really can shape your dreams.
Normally, I can move on and just tell myself -
"Self, you just don't got it. Go back to focusing on family and work."
And I capably carry on without too much fuss.
But lately I've been struggling with work, and to revert to something I really have a love for seemed like a natural digression. Thankfully family life is as good as always, and I never stop counting my lucky stars for that, but at work I've really been feeling like a fish with a fifth wheel....or, something....not so much because I don't fit in per se, but because the place and work don't fit in with me.
That may sound pretentious, and saying it over in my head, it does sound pretentious. But it is certainly not meant that way. I am struggling dealing with the very real concept of faceless executives with fat wallets, massively yet deceptively affecting the lives of people by punching in different numbers on a calculator.
I mean, I've worked pretty hard for the company I'm employed by, and put my little family through a lot because of it. I appreciate the flexibility and respect I get from work - I'm certainly not one of those underappreciated types who slog away unnoticed - but the fact is, I am not the sort of person who can thrive in a world that seems to only operate on misonceptions, leverage over others, positive margins and pretending what other's think doesn't matter.
Ah well. At the end of it all, there is little that can really change. So.....head down, bum up and mush on.
What else is there?
Just what IS the point of me titling my posts with the date, when they are date stamped automatically?
And yes, I have been a bit slack for the last couple of days. I could ramble on about how there has not been the opportunity to post anew to my blog, but I don't like making excuses for myself.
I guess the truth is, I haven't really known what to write about. Then I read my wife's most recent post, singing such avid praises in my favour, and I wanted to publicly show my thanks by saying - "Thanks, baby!". It's a small victory for one such as I when my wife admires the theatre system I chose, even if she is as sick as a dog whilst admiring it.
And then she goes on to give me praise further, just for being me. I'm as pleased as punch to boast that she isn't just like that for the sake of the blog-reading public - she really is that grateful for me and the relationship we have. How can I do anything but reciprocate such an awesome gesture from such a magnificent woman?
So....thankyou, wifey. You rock more.
I could lament further on my own meandering patheticness, but why spoil such a positive post?
Okay, so it's becoming clear to me that I am using Orble more as a forum for my personal expression than as a means to develop my written prose.
I suppose that fact would seem obvious, as that is probably what a 'blog' is by definition - a commonly updated outlet of the author on topics of interest or empathy. I guess I am finding it more of a public diary than a method to identify with a community of common interests. Perhaps all veteran bloggers have already come to this conclusion, but it's new for me
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Well......I'd like to say I had a great day at work today. But I didn't. Probably because I didn't go.
The upside being that I had a GREAT day with the other half, and to top it off I talked her into starting her own blog on Orble. AND, despite the whack over the head I was so fatefully bestowed with for the 'free will' comment I made in my initial post, she's called it 'Wife's Story'.
So...I reckon you should check it out
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It's 12:02 am.
Missus is asleep, I need to get up up by 6:15am to get to work, and the dog just farted the most rancid noxious gas I've ever smelt.
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Comment by VanIkyn
on Second verse, not same as the first
Husband's Story