New Years Eve. I’ve been trying to write my novel for the last week, but there’s been one interruption after another. First the power kept going off between 4:23 am and 4:23 pm. I know, that’s weird, right? No one else I e-mailed had heard of others reporting similar a experience..
I have solar cells and batteries that can deal with the power outages, and I continued to write until the really big shit hit the fan. I think I’ve mentioned the shadow figures. I and others on the web have gone into some detail describing them. Tall slender beings that resemble poorly animated cartoon spooks, two dimensional and quivery ethereal. These things give me the heebie jeebies. Hands down, they’re the creepiest things I know. Yeah, even creepier than the walking sacks of rot we affectionately refer to as zombies.
I can imagine hearing you old timers to this website. screaming at the monitor, “What happened to you, Martin? You used to dare the aliens and the government and the Illuminati to confront you in front of a microphone or camera any time and any place.”
And that was once true. I did do my fair share of questioning and challenging back then. Back before the world took a belly flop in a pool of insanity.
Life was so dull before the plague, I’d have dared the devil, himself, to a debate, just for the thrill.
Devil: “Greetings from the underworld, Martin. You’re the best. Letterman and Leno, a big thumbs down, if you get my drift. Har har.” Raucous applause and laughter from audience.
M G: “Great to have you with us, dude. So, how’re the ol’ fireballs hangin’?” More laughter.
Devil: “Oh my god, Marty, you’re such a card. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me if I’m horny.” Satan taps his horns. The studio walls shake with the laughter.
M G: “Everyone loves you, big D. Personally, I’d sell my soul for a little of your pizzazz.”
Devil: “Perhaps that can be arranged. I’ll have my girl call your girl.” Laughter causes plaster to break loose from ceiling and rain down on the audience.
M G: “Careful D-Daddy, I’ve got the best lawyers my imagination can buy. ”
Okay, so I was never very good at interviews. The point is…
Crap, I’ve forgot what point I was trying to make.
What the hell. To all of you survivors, both living and undead,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!