Strange how I used to obsess about things like the Mayan calendar prediction–things like that were the focus of this website back then as you might recall– Now I just mock things like that. Funny how the world turning upsidedown and outsidein changes your perspective on things. Four months ago, I would have been devoting most of my posts to the Mayans predicting the end of an age on this date. Truth is I was really hoping it was true. The world seemed to be on the edge of a precipice. War, mass murder, and discourteous drivers were bad enough without all the world’s governments’ insistence on dragging everyone with them as they sank into the mire of their own obscene weight. A peaceful collision with a planet killer asteroid seemed like a nice alternative. Quick, to the point, and with no lingering pain. Oh well, I’m sure God has a plan. All this misery can’t be for nothing…can it?
Sorry. I’m being morbid. Life is dandy. Keep your chin up. Things will be better in the morning. Tomorrow’s a new day. Just look into the eyes of the living dead, and you’ll see there’s a future for you at the end of the tunnel. Merry Christmas and a happy new year to all. I can hardly wait to look in my stocking.
If I’m lucky, maybe the lights will go out again tonight, and I’ll get to see what an extraterrestrial really looks like. They’ll probably give Spielberg the finger and present themselves as something from a John Carpenter movie.
Anyone ever think of the amazing state of mind Slim Pickin’s character would have had to be in to yippeekayay his way to oblivion while riding a nuclear bomb? Freaking Buddha on steroids, if you ask me. Talk about embracing the inevitable. Yes, Shelly’s still watching that movie. I for one have refused to watch it more than twice a day. Worlds in Collision. I can walk. It’s a miracle. Yippeekayay!
Christ, I gotta stop drinking so much. Just one more shot and I’m calling it a night.
I was planning on writing about the death of Halloween. How holidays such as Christmas and Easter will survive, while those like Halloween are doomed to obscurity. Who wants to be scared these days? I dare say you’re not sitting on your front porch with a bowl of candy for what may come calling this eve.
That’s what I planned to write about before the miracle that took place on the east coast today. I’m talking, of course, about the power that was restored to the blackout areas. This is good news of course, but I, like many others, want to know how this was accomplished and by whom.
I know the sentiment on the web credits this to an act of God. That’s fine by me. With the absence of facts, it makes as much sense as anything else I can think of. However, there’s more to the story than what happened in New England. As I’ve mentioned before, how do any of us still have electricity, not to mention water and gas, as well as periods of internet and phone service. I attributed this blessing to the military at first, but that explanation is becoming more implausible with each passing day.
The CDC estimated one out of five hundred people were immune to the stage two plague. Out of six billion people, that would leave about twelve million humans. That’s twelve million against six billion living dead. Out of the twelve, how many survived the stage three zombie onslaught? A third? A quarter? Even if half of us have survived this long, the number is staggeringly low, and I can’t imagine the military has not suffered a similar reduction. With such diminished numbers, I simply don’t see how they could maintain civilian utilities and services across the nation––even without the zombie menace to hinder them.
So today’s big question is, if not the military, who is looking after us and why?