Zombies: What Hollywood (and books!) Have Taught Me.

This post will delight and frighten you. It will entertain and enlighten you. And, no, you will not be getting the time back after reading this.

Anyone that knows me knows that I have this unhealthy obsession with zombies. The Hollywood glamourization (oh, I made a word!) of them, not the voudoun bit with drugs and mindless slobbering.

First, let's explore why they're so frightening:

1. They feel no pain.

I have never heard a zombie yell out "Dude! WHAT THE FUCK!" when you lob a brick at their face. What you get is more of a "Unnnnnhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn", and they keep stumbling toward you with their mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed yokel. That's terrifying (the yokel, not the zombie). If you can't cause them pain, there's no hesitation. There's no "hey...maybe I should pull back a little and plan a way around that shotgun blast to my face". Just zombie mouth on your meaty bits.

Which brings us to:

2. Transmission is faster and more likely than contracting The Clap.

If Zombie Disease were an STD, all the Frat Boys would be nomming on each other. Every writer has their own version of transmission. The scene in 28 Days Later where Brendan Gleeson contracts the Rage Virus because a fucking ZOMBIE BLOOD DROP lands in his GD eyeball? What the fresh hell?! Now, you know to add goggles to your survival pack. Fucking goggles. Because your eyeballs are now vulnerable.

3. More zombies by the minute.

I've already mentioned that transmission is stupid quick. There's no prophylactic to bar against it. There's only duck and dodge. And hand grenades. So let's say at 9am there are 3 zombies milling about your house. By noon, you'll have 30. Have none of these people seen a movie?

If your neighbor comes stumbling over to your house with half of his face hanging off, and instead of dropping at your feet he dives at your face - what do you do? You do not help this man! No! YOU SMASH A BAT INTO HIS FACE. He is not coming to you for help, HE WANTS TO EAT YOUR BRAINS. This is why the zombie apocalypse happens in movies. They have no Hollywood History to go by. Because of that, they fall victim. Quickly.

Now it's 9pm and everyone in your town has succumbed to cannibalism, save for you and that other asshole with all of the guns.

4. Zombie Biology: How The Fuck Does THAT Work?!

Mmkay. Number one, you're dead. B, you're decaying by the second. What happens when you die? First and foremost, your heart stops beating. Which means blood is no longer coursing through your veins to all of your extremities and vital organs. Your heart and pancreas and liver are no longer filtering out the baddies and sending the blood straight back through clean. You. Are. Dead. First, you shouldn't be able to move after rigor mortis sets in. So as a zombie - you've got about a good 3 hours of chomping before you're easy prey to the living. Maximum stiffness (hardy har) takes up to 12 hours to achieve.

So, for 3 hours you're whooping it up. Brain party. Munching like a pothead at a White Castle. After that initial time, your muscles begin to stiffen. Why? LACK OF BLOOD FLOW. You know, because your heart's not beating. Your brain can only control so much. After that, for almost 3 days - you can't move. You're barely going to wiggle, let alone run after scream queens in the shopping mall. Assuming a zombie has any logic and reasoning skills, you may have found a safe place to hole up until rigor mortis passes. It's not like you're going to starve to death. All you can do is lean and "uhhnnnnnnn". God help the poor soul that finds you on day 4 and decides to poke you.

And now the last, yet most important point:

5. Zombies: Dey iz nut smrt.

This is a smart zombie:

He pumps his own gas, herds the other zombies to safety (and/or food), he even figured out DOOR KNOBS. Now you have the most dangerous animal on the planet. He feels no pain, doesn't get tired, can duplicate himself faster than amoeba, AND HE PUMPS HIS OWN GAS. He'd almost be the perfect man, aside from the whole 'wants to eat you' thing.

This is a dumb zombie:

My eyes are up here...

Hey...back here...hallooooo...

So anyway, zombie logic and reasoning. Does not exist. Even if George Romero created a zombie that relearned things like...hand eye coordination and pulling that trigger makes things go BOOM! And how did he figure out that the fire works were set off as a distraction? All of a sudden his decaying and dead brain is all "EUREEKA!! They're trying to TRICK US! THOSE BASTARDS!! ZOMBIE COUP!" and all of a sudden he's Che Guevara raised from the fucking dead? Nnnnnnno.

Which brings me to my closing (I know, I'm sad too). Every book and movie out there has tried to blame the Zombie Apocalypse on something rational. Science gone wrong, deadly pygmy monkey virus, sexually transmitted disease, etc. This does not explain how it can all break the basic rules of biology. It is physically impossible to become a zombie. There can be no zombie apocalypse if it were the fault of science.

Which only leaves one plausible answer: MAGIC!

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Raid on Cat Ladies Society by Humane Agents for Animal Charity

This continues to sicken me and break my heart. I'm copying this directly from the CLS web page. The link will follow.

"It’s been a week since our cats and kittens were ripped away from our loving arms by people who laughed as they took them away from us and our clean, beautiful shelter.

It is worse than we feared. Animal “Charity” “Humane” Society murdered 64 of our perfectly adoptable cats.

Each of these cats and kittens had a whole life to live. Each would have found a family to call their own. Some were completely healthy. Some had minor treatable illnesses, the equivilent of our common cold.

Keep writing your letters to the mayor, to the Vindicator, to Judge Belinki and the prosecutor, Paul Gains. If you can’t take time to write a letter or email, please give them a call. Contact info follows.

Judge Belinky, Probate Court 120 Market Street, Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 740-2310 MCProbate@mahoningcountyoh.gov

Prosecutor Paul Gains 21 West Boardman St., Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 740-2330

Mayor, Jay Williams, 26 Phelps Street, Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 742-8701 Mayor@CityofYoungstownOH.com

Animal Charity4140 Market Street, Youngstown, OH 44512 (330) 788-1064

We miss our little friends so much and the silence echoes in our shelter."

http://thecatladiessociety.com/

http://www.facebook.com/catladiesytown?ref=search

I know many of the cats that were killed. I held them. I said their names, a few even tried to get into my purse. If I could have, I would have taken more. I even jokingly told Dave we had to get three. We were both being followed by groups, lol.

I wanted to take Rogan home. I LOVED HIM. He followed me from room to room, but another kitten named Thing 2 kept jumping in front of him and pushing him away. We couldn't take him because he was best with one or two people. This is his story:

This lovable, wonderful, extremely friendly pair of brothers were labelled “unadoptable” by Wayne County Humane Society in Wooster, Ohio. Why? What could they have possibly done? They didn’t want to be in a cage there. They wanted to be out so they could run and play. Little did they know that it would have such disastrous consequences. These two great kittens who want nothing more than to be petted and loved by their very own family found themselves on the euthanasia list with only days to live.

Lucky for them, a volunteer at Cat Ladies Society happened to see their photos on WCHS’ website and read their story. We called the humane society and made sure they were put on a much better list… the list of those taking a road trip to safety. Two days later, they were packed in the car and making the two-hour trek to Youngstown.

Since then, these brothers have shown us time and time again just how worthy they were to be saved. They run and play together, enchanting everyone with their antics. In fact, earlier today, they refused to get out of the lap of a visitor who was amazed that these boys could ever have been considered undeserving of a home.

Rogan was adopted this summer :-)

I had my eye on Gambit - for a long time. Every day I'd look at the website and see his picture. He was affectionate and gorgeous. We didn't adopt him because I just KNEW someone would snatch him up, so I wasn't worried about him not finding a forever home. This is his story:

Gambit is a mellow guy who gets along with everyone. He would love a forever home.

Gambit is a non-stop ball of energy, bouncing from one toy to the next, constantly playing. He loves jingle balls and scaling the huge cat trees in the Kitten Room.

Gambit is part of an interesting litter of kittens who were born at Schaefer Equipment in Warren. Their mother was abandoned at the industrial plant a few years ago. Eventually, one of the employees let her inside where she took up residence among the machinery. She continued to go outside regularly though, and before long, she became pregnant.

Over the course of a few years, she had litter after litter. The employees never considered it to be a problem because “we always found someone to take them,”….. until the one time they didn’t. The kitten who didn’t find a home? A female. She took after Mom, and soon found herself pregnant.

Faced now with two nursing mothers and 10 kittens between them, one employee finally said, “Enough is enough,” and called Cat Ladies Society for help. All of the kittens and moms were enrolled in our Wean & Return program to stop this endless cycle of kittens.

He was one of the 64.

Little did we know - we were adopted as soon as we walked in that door. Thing 2 had been there for almost a year by that time. He was abandoned on the front step of the shelter in a cat carrier with nothing but a Dr. Seuss toy (which is where he got his name). They pinpointed his birth date to be on or around the beginning of August, and he was less than a month old when they found him. He looooooooved me. And he loooooooooooved my purse. Anytime I'd kneel down to pet a cat, he'd jump in my lap. Or across my arms. He was coming home with us, damn it! We brought him home and named him Byfuglien, hoping that would make the Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup. They did - and then they traded Dustin Byfuglien... We didn't trade our Byfuglien. Was he completely healthy? No, he had an upper respiratory infection. Was he the only cat there sneezing? No. However - they were ALL receiving treatment. Not only was there a vet that regularly made the rounds at the shelter - they also would bring the cats to the vet if they needed immediate medical attention.

Fosters would come in and the owner would hand them prescriptions. If the cats were not completely healthy, you cannot place blame on the rescue. They were brought to them like that. They were brought broken, abused, dirty, neglected and yes - ill cats. Some were old, most were young and in litters. Some had missing eyes, and some needed eyes removed do to advanced infection. Some had missing legs, and one walked sideways due to permanent ear damage from an ear infection.

These were not show cats. These were not cats that were wanted nor loved by anyone other than the women that tasked themselves with nursing them back to good health - or as good as they could have. Each time I was there, at different times of day - someone was cleaning. Mopping, sweeping, cleaning out litterboxes - this was not a trash dump. Did it smell? Well yes - they had 80 cats! BUT IT WAS KEPT CLEAN AS BEST AS IS POSSIBLE WITH 80 CATS. Were they sick cats kept from the healthy cats? If it was a contagious infection? Absolutely. Unfortunately - as ANYone who has any CLUE about how infections such as URI are involved - transmission can and will happen BEFORE the carrier shows symptoms. So by the time the first cat gets noticeably sick - he may have already infected 3 others - Domino Effect.

Is Byfuglien sick? Yes. He started sneezing and becoming congested 3 days after we brought him home. The first night, he investigated everything. And rubbed his face on everything.

"Awww I looooove this chaaaair....MY CHAIR"

The second night, he investigated a little less, cuddled a bit more. By the third night - he was sneezing and flinging snot everywhere. We could have called CLS, but decided to take him into our own vet. We treat him for FLV, although I'm not convinced that's what it was since he had no other symptoms than snottiness and sneezing. He recovered quickly and is growing rapidly still. Should he have been slaughtered because of a sinus infection?? Had we not brought him into our family, I can guarantee you he would have been number 65. He was "unadoptable". He's a year old now, still has bouts of sneezing and still gets a bit snotty now and then. He's what the HSUS and Animal Welfare would consider unhealthy.

Want to hear the best part? Scarlett - our other cat - has absolutely no symptoms and never has. They have shared space, they have unfortunately shared water and food because Byfuglien is mostly cuddlebug, but part asshole. They play and fight and I can guarantee spit flies. They've drawn blood a few times. Scarlett is still just as healthy - and fat - as she always has been. And she actually comes out of the bedroom more.

Byfuglien is not unhealthy. He's just a snot nosed little brat. I can't think of what would have happened to him had he not said "Hey! You! YOU'RE MINE!" when I walked in that door.

Out of 80 cats stolen from these women, 64 are now dead. If this does not break your heart, you do not have one.

What is she trying to tell me?

"but I r ninja!"

I luv dis chair

Gambit - June 2009

Animal Charity Humane Society

http://www.animalcharityofohio.org/

This is the link to the website for the local office located in Boardman. Let's take a look at their poorly worded front page blurb - complete with missing words:

In regards to current media attention...

Our concern, as always, is for the animals, and always will be. We are doing what's in the best interest of these animals. We realize that there are comments being stated that would make you believe that are incorrect in our decision, but be reminded that we are a law enforcement agency, conducting an official investigation into this matter.

We are taking all measures to ensure the health and well being of all the animals at our facility receive the quality of life they deserve. All your questions will be answered as the prosecution of this case allows.

We appreciate your continued support and understanding in this matter.

Thank you.

This office slaughtered 64 cats that they removed from Cat Ladies Society. That's over 75% of the animals that THEY CLAIMED were too sick to survive. PETA Representative Stephanie Bell claims they went into the shelter and "found what we were looking for". What were they looking for? One visit to the shelter, and you can properly deduce that these cats were neglected and unhealthy? Really?

Joe Borosky, Humane Agent for Animal Charity - how do you sleep at night knowing you had a hand in this? Along with Youngstown City Prosecutor Jay Macejko. You all have blood on your hands. And to get the advice of a PETA representative - a representative of an organization who ROUTINELY "euthanizes" the animals that it claims to save.

Joe Borosky, Stephanie Bell, and Youngstown City Prosecutor Jay Macejko have not only slandered the people of Cat Ladies Society, but they are responsible for the unjustifiable killing of 64 cats who were waiting for adoption.

Write your letters of outrage. Demand that they be held responsible for their inability to uphold the law they claim their office is responsible for.

Animal Charity Humane Society may rescue animals from neglectful situations and abusive homes, but they overstepped their bounds on this and effectively burglarized a no-kill rescue shelter. Rescue Groups should be removing and rescuing animals from HSUS - NOT the other way around.

Keep writing your letters to the mayor, to the Vindicator, to Judge Belinki and the prosecutor, Paul Gains. If you can’t take time to write a letter or email, please give them a call. Contact info follows.

Judge Mark A. Belinky, Probate Court 120 Market Street, Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 740-2310 MCProbate@mahoningcountyoh.gov

Prosecutor Paul Gains 21 West Boardman St., Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 740-2330

Mayor, Jay Williams, 26 Phelps Street, Youngstown, OH 44503 (330) 742-8701

Mayor@CityofYoungstownOH.com

Animal Charity 4140 Market Street, Youngstown, OH 44512 (330) 788-1064

http://www.animalcharityofohio.org/

OOOOOOOHHH YOU MAKE ME SO MAD! AND SO ANGRY!!

Blog posts are missing. Some good shit, too. Like the Spider In My Face post. Bitchtits.

Well, we'll come up with something. We carry our notebooks now. We also talk in third person.

And we love cheese.

Sadie G.

She's crazy. See, that's what the white coats say.

And now, she's making a bid for parole after 40 years in prison for the murder of Sharon Tate during the Manson Family Rampage.

She has terminal cancer.

I don't feel sorry for her. If she had some vision into the future that told her she would suffer from terminal cancer someday, do you think it would have stopped her?

I am not a proponent of the death penalty. I am against it, however I've yet to come up with an argument in favor of housing these people for 30, 50, even 80 years at the expense of John and Judy Taxpayer.

I do think that once you are in prison *for life*, there should be no "out". I don't care if your mother died, I don't care if you are diagnosed with terminal cancer, AIDs, or any other disease that will kill you.

The very thought that someone should be granted parole to live the rest of their days outside of prison, after ending the life of someone else - well, it's more than ridiculous.

It's just fucking nuts.

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I'm just throwing this out there.

I don't participate in political discussions anymore. At all. Mostly because the ensuing arguments are never worth it, and partially because I just do not have the mental energy that those types of discussions demand.

However - in light of recent events, I need to get a few things off of my chest.

Mr. Sign-Holder on West Market Street in Warren. I see your sign says "HAITI - NO! LET'S TAKE CARE OF AMERICA FIRST" - let me ask you something: What do you do to take care of your fellow Americans? Do you work in soup kitchens? Do you volunteer time and/or materials to your local Habitat For Humanity chapter? What about donating food and/or items to the Warren Mission on a regular basis? Meals On Wheels? No? Pay your taxes? Oh, sorry. Ah, okay. Well, I pay taxes as well, and my delicate sensibilities and Liberal bleeding heart are offended by the notion that we should let 50,000 people die while we sit on our fat asses watching.

I'm quite certain you're the same type of personality that I encounter EVERY SINGLE DAY that seems to think that the government welfare system is flawed, and our benefits are too much. You may even think that anyone who uses it lives the high life while you bust your ass to get by. Let me tell you something - I must have done it wrong. I didn't have the imaginary Cadillac Escalades that you see driven by "Welfare Moms". I also never saw one ounce of help from anyone who wasn't responsible for my very existence. In fact, what I saw was disgust from people in the grocery stores. Help Americans first? Surely, you jest. It does not behoove the American Patriot at large to help his fellow man. What behooves him is to judge. We either judge those we should be helping, or judge others for helping them. Or maybe we feel sorry for them. A bit of sadness because we could be or have been in their same situation. Yet, just like now - we don't make a move to help. We just watch while they flounder. Refusing to help because that's OUR MONEY. It has nothing to do with who it is, and everything to do with selfishness. Change Haiti to New Orleans, and it's the same thing.

You are the same type of personality who claims that we just HAD to invade Iraq because the Iraqi people needed liberating, and didn't know what was best for them. Dictatorships are all they know, it was up to AMERICA to show them a better way, yes? And what happens when we've virtually destroyed an entire culture and country? SEND MORE TROOPS! SEND MORE AID! They need to know the virtues of a democracy.

In regards to the recent status I've seen floating around Facebook about the telethons. Does anyone here remember Hurricane Katrina? What about the World Trade Center? Don't you remember the telethons? The charity drives? THE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN DONATIONS?! Or do you conveniently forget this when another country needs our help? Not liberating. Not protection from a centuries old enemy - because we have something to gain. But a country who is DYING without our help?

Let me understand this - we only help those who don't want our help, because they don't know any different. But if NATURE has a hand in it, and NOT The Axis of Evil - we should do nothing?

For 31 years I have heard from people that our job as Americans is to be the "Big Brother" of the world. If we see some small country being picked on (Kuwait), we must intervene on their behalf. Wars are necessary evils. I get it. But we should only stick our necks out if we stand to lose something. Oil.

We went to Saudi Arabia to protect Kuwait from Iraq. Because they had oil. We went to Afghanistan to find Osama Bin Laden and make him pay for the attacks on American soil that killed thousands. How did we end up in Iraq? WMD? Really? Okay.

But we shouldn't help Haiti. Why? Because helping them doesn't reward us in any way. We don't satisfy our vengeance, our oil supplies, or any trade at all. Haiti's never done anything for us, right? Nor have they done anything to us, right? So - there's no reason.

How many countries sent aid during Hurricane Katrina? Do any of you remember the numerous telethons set up and hosted by the same celebrities - strictly to garner donations for the people affected by it?

I'm not sure about anyone other than myself, but I can't sit and chastise the Americans who DO donate time or money or items. I can't sit and watch the television reports or read the newspapers and see that TENS of THOUSANDS of people are dead and dying from this disaster and think that we are WRONG or MISGUIDED in even thinking about helping them.

I'm not really as angry as I appear to be, because I've long since become ambivalent toward such attitudes. You'll never change their minds, and arguing does nothing but fuel the fire. But every single day I have to drive past that sign. The sign that is posted in the front yard of a house that is in a low income area. An area that is rife with crime and poverty. Stores have closed in this neighborhood, to avoid the armed robberies that became pandemic. And living in the midst of ALL of this, they would wish to deny others of anything?

Meh. Rant is not over, but it's paused.

Replays and Redos

Since I'm in a creative (i.e. bitching) rut, I'm going to do some reposts of old blog entries. Mostly because I'm proud, and I like to have them as available as possible.

Also, cocks.

Ooooh and another thing...

On the topic of Proposition 8 and it's big HAND IN THE FACE from the California federal court judge.

Let me just say this to anyone who supported that dreadful bile:

The biggest threat to your heterosexual marriage is YOU. Saying homosexual marriage removes the sanctity of your heterosexual union is like saying my divorce impacts your children.

You, bigot-at-large, are a small minded fool. If you are a husband, your duty to your wife is what will make or break your marriage to her. The gay couple down the street isn't forcing you to raise your hand, or withdraw your penis. If you are a wife, no lesbian couple is going to tromp all over your doorstep and spit on your precious little marriage certificate. They're not causing you to become a frigid bitch, or drool all over the frat boys.

No, my little honeys. The biggest threat to your heterosexual marriages are heterosexuals. Those who are involved in the marriage, and those who have been or could be drawn into it. Homosexuality has nothing to do with your marriage. It's just easier to blame YOUR failures and shortcomings on someone who you assume cannot defend themselves.

I am a threat to your heterosexual marriage. A heterosexual woman. And I wouldn't even bother with you.

The cat is making that sound again...

I have some free time between now, and the moment that I reach "running late for work". I'm sure I could be spending that time doing something a tad bit more productive...like washing last night's dinner dishes, or folding some more laundry that I don't ever remember seeing in my life.

I'm pretty sure the dryer breeds clothing items. Mostly socks. Maybe if I sacrifice the cat, I'll actually get a matching pair.

I realized this week that I'm good at virtually nothing. That's not to say that I suck at EVERYthing, but there's no one thing that I can say "Hah. Look what I did!".

I made a twitter post that fed to my facebook that seemed like a cry for help, when really it was just an observation made on my part during a massive headache/pity party.

"It sucks when you realize you have absolutely no talent for anything."

Yeah, it looks pretty pathetic. It looks like I'm just sitting on my couch crying because I have nothing to show the world. But really, it was frustration at the fact that I can't crochet. Haha. That's it. I CANNOT FORM A SERIES OF FUCKING LOOPS TO SAVE MY LIFE.

Really? Crochet? It's not HARD. I've seen people who are borderline moron make some pretty awesome shit. My mother (for the record, NOT a borderline moron - she's pretty intelligent) makes the most beautiful shawls and afghans and what-not. She's left-handed, and she's been trying to show me. I am not left-handed. And of course my attention span is like... She shows me the looping what-ever, and says "Now you do it". So of course, I have to say "Omg I forgot, show me again..."

I feel sorry for her, actually. It's like I'm the dude from Memento or something. I should just start snapping pictures.

And knitting? HAH! We won't even go there. I'm more mentally equipped to stab someone in the eye than actually create something. And it's not that I have this raging desire to become that old lady that knits dishrags out of her cat's discarded fur. I don't. I just NEED SOMETHING TO DO.

So, back to the whole twitter/facebook update thingy. I got a lot of this "You're funny! You have sarcastic wit! You're not afraid to say anything!"

Really? Can I quilt that into a fucking blanket? Hm. What size needle do I use to embroider that onto a newly knitted pillow case?

Basically, what that all boils down to is this: Some of us are artists. Some of us are just assholes. I suppose I fall into the latter category. That's not going to stop me from destroying some more yarn. I have a shit-ton of skeins to terrorize.

But first - work.

Maybe I'll be back tomorrow.