Wednesday, June 30, 2010

June Reads

Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question for you to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you leave your link in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday.

Today's question: What's the best book you read in June?


According to Goodreads, I finished 6 books this month, which is amazing given how I'm in revision hell. Out of these 6, two stand out as the best: Rock and Roll Will Save Your Life by Steve Almond and The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman.

Rock N Roll Will Save Your Life
What I Liked About It: I'm kinda a Steve Almond fangirl. He has a great sense of humor and his writing workshops are fun. This book contains the same nonfic writing style he has in the other books of his I've read and he starts off with a story about a Springsteen. And has a chapter about Dave Grohl.

The Golden Compass
What I Liked About It: It was a fast read with some memorable characters. I was so glad that I had the other two books already in the "to read" pile so I could continue on.

What's the best thing you read this month?


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Last.fm hit of the day: Spin Moon Magic by The Dreamside

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Oh, The Geekery!

Or is it nerdacity? I never can keep the definitions of 'nerd' and 'geek' straight. If someone could clear that up, I'd be grateful.

While you're working on that, I'll be working out some details on my new job. Still at the same company, but working on moving laterally to a department they aren't liquidating.

But, you should also check out the Dr. Who theme song with the 11th Doctor on the synthesizer. I found this through the nice folks at Nerd Approved. This is just one of the million reasons I love you crazy Brits.




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Last.fm hit of the day: Until the Day You Die by Abney Park

Monday, June 28, 2010

Remorse, or What Was I Thinking?

Saturday I went shopping with a friend. I ordered lobster mac and cheese because it just sounded awesome. A while later, we split an ice cream injected cupcake. At the time, I just went with it because in true Fat Kid Logic fashion, lunch with a bestie reduces your calorie count and the shared dessert had no calories at all.

Later, I thought "I'm trying to fit in a dress. I should've eaten better. What the hell was I thinking?"

Writer's have a different version of food remorse called this-is-utter-shit-why-the-hell-did-I-write-THAT. This happens to me whenever I complete a draft. While I'm in the frenzy of creation, every idea is brilliant and each turn of phrase is Pulitzer material. I am the best thing in the unpublished world and all should bow to my awesomeness.

That's before. After. After, I go through all stages of grief and understand why so many writers need AA.

My brilliant idea isn't as original as I hoped, my turn of phrase I stole from whatever book I was reading at the time. Perfectionism is a taskmaster and it's hard to realize that what you thought was kick ass is really sub-par.

Sounds horrific, right? Eh. It's part of my writing life. I make due. I try to be optimistic as possible when it comes to my writing because once I start with the "I suck's," it's hard to stop. Because "I suck" is copping out. I don't suck. You don't suck. Despite what people think, not everyone can write. It's an art and art requires talent. That we have enough talent to do this is awesome.

So when writer's remorse hits, put the project away, eat some ice cream, and remember the following things:
  1. I don't suck.
  2. Art doesn't happen overnight.
  3. Not everyone can write, but I can.

That's how I work it out. How about you? Comment here and over at Erinn's something else to distract me.


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Last.fm hit of the day: Bad Things by Wednesday 13

Friday, June 25, 2010

Latte Love

Thanks to the girls at YA Highway yesterday, I got a five minute time waster.

Alicia's Result: Triple Grande Vanilla Lattes and . . . other drinks
on quiz: What Kind of Writerly Snack Are You?
Who: Night Owls and Daredevils

When: Morning, noon and night. It’s a writers’ life, yo.

Why: Because all the greats were alcoholics. Because seven am comes way too early when you’ve been up writing until 4. Because you want to be one of those people who claims they just spit their coffee all over their keyboard cuz it was so funny! *passes baby wipes*
Quiz SchoolTake this quiz & get your result

Even though I joke about doing a drunken free-write, I'm not one for drinking while writing.* Caffeine-fueled is the way to go for creativity - mass quantities of Diet Coke, Rockstar Low Carb, and coffee get consumed.

I do go through phases of Vanilla Latte Love. Out of all the fancy-pants drinks at Starbucks and Seattle's Best, the vanilla latte is my go-to caffeinated drink. You may have seen my series of entries called "Coffee" on MySpace back when that's where the cool kids were.

If you haven't, no worries. (You were worried, right?) My brilliance can be found below.

August 24, 2006
Coffee
Current mood: content
Coffee is good. Vanilla lattes are even better. Ahhh.....


Friday, August 25, 2006
Coffee Part II
Another day, another latte. I am FLYING. I'm ready for a marathon.

Friday, September 01, 2006
Coffee Part III: A Love Affair
Current mood: working

I really am a fan of vanilla nonfat extra foam lattes right now. It's the perfect combination of coffee with the sugar I love. It makes me happy. Also, the buzz is much milder than the black iced coffee high I've been sporting the past 2 days at work.**

I'll pay for my love of my little bean drink. I know I will. It happens every month, but right now I could care less. Three cheers for coffee related beverages!
What's your favorite coffee drink?

*Except for that time when D and I killed a bottle of wine to get past a horrible block in a chick lit we've been working on since the womb.
**I still get the iced black coffee buzz every morning.

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Last.fm hit of the day: Dream Song by Ministry

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Zombies! In Plain English



Zombie Thursdays is a weekly feature with guest blogger, Miranda. You can read more about her here.

Most of you have been reading and following Zombie Thursdays from the beginning when I started up back in November. However, since then this blog has gained a lot of new followers who may be saying, "what is with the zombies? What are zombies? Why should I care about zombies?"

All great questions! If you come to this blog every Thursday in the hopes of finding information on the writing process, funny cat stories, or emails about phantom children, you may be befuddled to instead see posts about normal people having sex with zombies and the best weapons to have on hand. Fear not! We welcome your confused minds anyway.

I'm going to break down zombies for all you newcomers. Today, I present-- Zombies in Plain English. The following video was created by a company called Common Craft whose simple three minute videos help teach bigger complex lessons and ideas. Most of their videos seem to be technology based; for example, they have videos explaining Twitter, RSS feeds, and Wikipedia. One of their first videos in 2007 was Zombies in Plain English. I love this video because it is funny, direct and to the point, and they use badly drawn stick people zombies, much like what I have drawn for you all in past posts!

So, welcome to Zombie Thursdays all you new followers and friends! Spread the infection, er... spread the word!



Wednesday, June 23, 2010

FML...

Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question for you to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you leave your link in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday.

Today's question: If your favorite fictional characters submitted to FMyLife, what would they write?


It's been a while since I've read anything that involves my favorite characters, so this is expanded out to characters in my favorite books would post on FMyLife.

"The roses are supposed to be red? FML" - Ace, Two, and Three of Clubs

"Cabin fever is 2500 years alone with a cat. FML" - Althalus (Redemption of Althalus)

"I unknowingly boned my sister. FML." - Arthur Pendragon

"Of all the plague survivors, I'm stuck with the one who can only read 'M-O-O-N.' FML" - Nick Andros (The Stand)

Hubby's even got in on this week's RTW with the final two:
"My name is Edward Cullen. FML"



**SPOILER ALERT**
The final one will ruin The Dark Tower if you haven't read it yet. You've been warned.





 
"Back at the beginning? FML" - Roland Deschain

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Last.fm hit of the day: Mongoloid by Devo

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Peril of Fat Kid Logic

One of my goals to achieve by the solstice was to drop a pants size. This didn't happen in part to Fat Kid Logic.

Fat Kid Logic is when you justify eating things that aren't healthy, like ice cream for breakfast. D introduced me to this concept several years ago when we both lost a lot of weight. It was summertime and I wanted ice cream. D had rationalized that since ice cream is dairy, it's good for you. The key element of FKL is to ignore the downsides of the food.

Think of it as food optimism.

Common Rationales Found in Fat Kid Logic
  • After turkey pie has no calories. (Applicable only on holidays.)
  • Splitting desserts = zero calories = zero guilt.
  • Banana bread is good for you because bananas are fruit.
  • On your birthday, calories don't count.
  • When you walk to ice cream/milkshake/etc, you've worked off the calories.
  • If I have a wicked healthy lunch, ice cream is an acceptable dinner.*
  • Dining with friends = calorie-free fiesta!

As great as FKL is in regards to my ice cream and carb obsession, it ruined all the hard work I'd accomplished in regards to my weight.** Now, I'm back at my previous weight and determined to lose it again. I have jeans I want to wear. And dresses without worrying about chafed legs.

So my summer challenge is NOT to embrace FKL, or not to succumb to it as much. It's hard because food's such an emotional thing, especially for women me and Fat Kid Logic is the best enabler in the world. (Side note, pasta is my ultimate go-to food.)

I know I'm not the only one with these issues - there's a reason why comfort food is so popular. There's a reason why there are studies that cover the benefits of dark chocolate, wine, ice cream.

Share your FKL stories with me below.



*Something D and I will experiment with later this month.
**Well, that and not going to the gym and being a stress eater and yet again adapting to Hubby's eating habits. 

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Last.fm Hit of the Day: The Iron Rose by The Clockwork Dolls

Monday, June 21, 2010

My SIL Rocks

And she has mad photo taking skills.

Luther, Franklin Park's white tiger
This picture is one she took at the Franklin Park Zoo on Saturday. I'm super jealous of her ability to take shots like these. (She took another 315 or so before her battery died.) My pictures will never look so awesome.

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Last.fm hit of the day: Victory by Mankind Is Obsolete

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Cure to Feline Interruptus

Editing is still happening and I'm in the final push towards the end. This means nothing to my late-in-life development of self-diagnosed ADD. Nor does this mean anything to all the shiny television I'm overdue to watch.

This also means shit to my furry children who clamor for attention the instant there is a pen in hand.

Fortunate for me, Stripey just likes to cute it up and stare. It's like a furry reminder to buckle down.

The White One, as always, is a different story. He likes to march stalk across the table, bed, or whatever surface is currently acting as my desk and give a vicious headbutt. Then he likes to stretch out across my papers. With his butt directly on my workspace. For an example of this behavior, see left. For an additional roadblock, he likes to steal the pen out of my hand. (Yes, I still longhand.)

No matter how focused I am though, The White One loves to stop my process. Click the play button below to see him wrestle with my notebook containing my latest outline.




Most days, I handle all these feline distractions badly and get a page of writing/editing done. As I've said before, my cats are the greatest distraction on earth, something they prove that time and again. The cure for this is lots of energy drinks and a good solid playlist to headbang to. (Yes, I still headbang.)

How do you beat the case of the shinies and concentrate on what needs to be done?

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Last.fm hit of the day: Interlude I: Into The Depths by Vernian Process

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Zombie Sex-tacular! presents "Haeckel's Tale"



Zombie Thursdays is a weekly feature with guest blogger, Miranda. You can read more about her here.

**Today's entry contains very adult subject matter**

A couple of nights ago I went out with some friends to eat dinner at Rock Bottom Brewery and then we headed over to a really nice champagne bar for after dinner drinks. I'm not much of a drinker, but decided to partake in several that night. Needless to say, I did end up pretty drunk. I don't think being drunk is a badge of honor, nor do I think it actually increases your level of fun. But I became drunk anyway.

I don't become stupid or sloppy. I don't get mean or yell at people. I don't forget everything I said the night before when I wake up the morning after. I'm pretty much the same Miranda, only more outgoing, and more Twitter happy. So, on Tuesday night, at the height of my drunkeness, what do you suppose I started to talk about at length and in detail? My thesis! Yes, even when trashed on the alcohols, I decided to get scholarly.

I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to write about today, but it wasn't going to be the start of the "Zombie Sex-tacular!" that I have been hinting at and promising for weeks. However, after going on and on about horror and monsters and the attraction to The Other and sex with freaks, all while sipping my champagne cocktail, I decided to start the first part in a series devoted to zombies and sex.

My thesis is quite long, so I won't even try to summarize it here. And I'm not even going to try to get into any of the "whys" behind the phenomenon of sex with the undead. Today, I would just like to give you an example of some zombie culture that is a bit more on the erotic side. **NOTE-- the following will contain spoilers to the movie I'm going to discuss. Also, the subject matter is highly sexual in nature, so if you are under 18, please do not read further. Since this blog doesn't have an adult content notice, and I'm not exactly sure what Blogger's rules are on posting nudity, don't worry, there won't be any pictures or video clips depicting the actual act of zombie sex. However, I do have a European cover that shows partial/suggested nudity. You have been warned!!!**


The first piece I am going to share with you is from the Showtime network's Masters of Horror series. The "MoH" are one hour long horror movies, each directed by a legend in the horror genre or written by the masters on the genre. You may recall me mentioning that I recently signed up for a Netflix account that allows me to stream movies instantly on my Wii gaming system. My friend sent me a message suggesting I watch the movie "Haeckel's Tale," a part of the MoH. I had seen a couple of other movies from the series, including an awesome one called "Dance of the Dead," which starred one of my favorite actors, Robert Englund. I knew the series produced some great things, so I was excited to check out "Haeckel's Tale," especially when my friend mentioned it was based on a short story written by my all time favorite author, Clive Barker (check out my personal blog to understand my love for Mr. Barker). The short story originally appeared in the horror anthology, Dark Delicacies. On the next day I had off, I loaded the movie on my Wii and sat down to watch the epic tale!

"Haeckel's Tale" is a period piece (director by John McNaughton) and revolves around a young doctor, Haeckel, who is obsessed with the works and writings of Doctor Frankenstein. He believes that he has also discovered a way to reanimate corpses, but sets a girl's dead body on fire in a botched attempt. He also meets a man claiming to be a necromancer who can bring back the dead through magic. Skeptical, he calls out the Necromancer saying that he uses puppetry and tricks to "reanimate" a dog. Shortly after his encounter with the man, the doctor learns of his father's illness and sets out on foot to visit his father before he dies.

On his first night on the road, he is invited into the home of an older local man and his beautiful young wife, Elise. The woman, who is caring for a child, is distant, agitated, distraught. She stares out the window as if waiting for something or someone. Her husband confesses that she is heartbroken over the loss of her first young husband, and that he (the old man) cannot satisfy her. Soon, the young woman runs out the door and heads towards the local cemetery. Haeckel and the man soon hear her cries of distress and horror. Haeckel wants to run out to rescue the young woman, but her husband advises against it. Ignoring his warnings, Haeckel rushes out to the necropolis and discovers that Elise's cries are not from terror, but are from passion. The Necromancer, whom Haeckel dismissed earlier as a fraud, has brought back the corpse of Elise's first husband and many other zombie suitors who come out of their graves every night to sexually satisfy her.


"Haeckel's Tale" is a smart example of the zombie sex subculture, and it does not shock me at all that it originated with Clive Barker. In the movie, it is portrayed as a story within a story-- a cautionary tale about playing God and bringing back loved ones from the beyond. And credit needs to be given to Showtime and the producers of the MoH series; they took a subject that many would consider extremely taboo (necrophilia, zombie sex), and fully embraced it. Know that if you decided to rent this movie or stream it on Netflix, you will see nudity, you will see a young girl having sex with a corpse. You will see other undead beings joining in for a zombie orgy.

The film easily could have gotten distasteful or gross, but, surprisingly, it wasn't. Even with zombies, the sex scenes were far classier than many other film portrayals of the same nature. And the make up and special effects for the reanimated corpses were excellent! Truly some of the best that I've seen, including an amazing zombie baby (you learn that Elise's baby was fathered by the corpse)!


The movie is a great little horror film, and a must see for zombie lovers. If anything, it proves that zombie sex *is* out there, and readily available. And not just in a cheesy B-movie/porn-esque way. The Masters of Horror series is widely revered and loved by all types of horror fans. Do yourself a favor and check out "Haeckel's Tale" and any of the other films from the series! Originally, the movies were scheduled to end instant streaming on June 1, but it appears as if the contract has been extended. So, go watch it right now! Just remember... it is EXTREME NSFW! ("Not Safe for Work"... don't feel bad, I had to have someone explain it to me, too.)

See you next week!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Why and The When

Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question for you to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you leave your link in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday.

Today's question: When/why did you start writing?

For the record, my 9-5 job needs to stop sucking. The suckage isn't coming from workload, but the fact that due to corporate streamlining, people I like keep losing their jobs. This doesn't make for a conducive work environment where thinking is required.

So this week's RTW is timely.

I've always been a creative person and I was one of those kids who, when she shared a dream she had in the night, it was always some 20 hour epic. When I played Barbies, each doll was a specific character and each one had their own backstory etc. I was hard-coded for storytelling.

My first written story was in first or second grade and was co-authored with my friend Julie. It was about three friends (or it might have been sisters). We illustrated each page with extremely non-proportioned girls and even added a copyright date.*

I loved books, so writing was a logical thing for me to do, but playing with dolls always held a priority over everything. Once I was too old for playing with them, however, is when I truly began writing. My stories carried on where the lives of my Barbie dolls ended. The prose was terrible and the drama melodramatic. I loved every word of it though.

As the years pushed forward, I would pull away from writing for long stretches, but whenever I returned, I always felt at home and more at ease. Now, whenever I'm in a bad mood, I realize it's because it's been too long since I've created anything. Writing is what I need to do.

And with all the 9-5 bullshit floating around, I'm glad to know that my writing is always there.





*(Un)Fortunately, any existing copies are long gone.

 
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Last.fm hit of the day: From Yesterday by 30 Seconds to Mars

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Stripey Love

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a cat person. It's been this way since I was five and I played with the Maine Coon across the street from my house. This is how long I've wanted a cat, something my mom wouldn't allow because she claimed allergies.*

When I moved out on my own at 25, I figured this would be a perfect time for a cat. Of course, the only cheap apartment we found didn't allow pets. This still didn't stop me. To mark my one year of dating now-Hubby, he told me he would get me a cat. While, the cat would stay with him, I'd get to sneak it in every so often.

The Search
Stripey Then, 3 Months Old
For six months, we looked for a cat. I stalked petfinder.com, looking for the perfect cat. (Perfect cat = orange marmalade kitten. This goes back to some picture book I read as a child that had said cat.) The number of kittens matching description was zero. Pet stores didn't carry cats, and at the time, I didn't know that places like Petco and PetSmart had adoption days.

We ended up at a pet store in Natick where I found a kitten. He was small and gray and the only kitten in a store full of tomcats. The woman at the store refused to let us adopt him. She said we needed to have another cat. Hubs cited that our roommate had one.** She still wouldn't let us adopt giving us bullshit answer after bullshit answer. After thirty minutes, I left the place in tears. I was never going to get a cat.

A Bite
Finally, in September, we made some headway through Petfinder. Animal Rescue League of Boston listed a cat named Snickers. This was a definite sign because the cat Hubby's roommate had was named SweetTart.

When we got to ARL to see Snickers, we found this mammoth cat with a permanent scowl. When the volunteer opened the cage so we could visit, Snickers bolted across the room. Straight towards the area of caged birds.

Stripey at Age 3, In Your Face
"This isn't going to work," Hubs said.

That's when we saw the cage with a pair of 3 month old stripey kittens. One was asleep and the other wide awake. The volunteered pulled out Jennifer. She fit into Hubby's hand and had a large head. She nuzzled up to him immediately. The volunteer led us to the play area where Jennifer proceeded to attack my shoelace, something she would continue once she moved in with me.

The Name Game
We got the cat, despite her so not being orange, but we hated the name. Jennifer sounded too generic for a generic tabby cat. Hubby and I couldn't agree on a name for two days.*** Fortunately, then-Jennifer was still at the shelter getting fixed and microchipped. Hubby wanted "Gir" and no matter how much I love the robot from Invader Zim, I couldn't image calling a cat that. Hubby finally said we should call her "Cheyenne," after the main character in my WIP. I liked the name, so I didn't mind.

Stripey Now, Suffering with Dignity
The Greatest Present Ever
It's been almost 5 years and 9 months with The Stripey One. I've loved every second of it. She's bitchy and stand-offish, but in the last few years has softened up as she matured into a full blown cat. She's spent hours scaring the crap out of me with her sneaky little cat routines and has comforted me with her insta-purr when I needed it.

She's a very people-ish cat and I can't even begin to list the neat things she does or the destructive things, for that matter. She is the evil genius of the household, and has been for five years.

So tomorrow, to celebrate Stripey's birthday, I'll spoil her. She'll have a dinner of salmon and a dessert of vanilla yogurt that, for once, I won't begrudingly share.




*It's only within the last two years I've realized that it's not allergies, but an irrational fear of kitty creepiness.
**Actually, his roommate did. Mine had fish.
***If this is any indication how we're going to be when deciding children names, it's a good thing we have almost a year.

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Last.fm hit of the day: Wayfaring Stranger by Ego Likeness

Monday, June 14, 2010

Holy Anole

Because of life, I got behind reading communications from Beth, something I should never not do. If I had kept up, I wouldn't have been surprised when Tasma came home with a terrarium complete with a pair of anoles.

(For those who didn't bother to click the link, anoles are little green lizards. If you're going for a lizard, they're a great one to start with. I'm guessing because they're small and don't require a lot of room. And they like terrariums.)

Phantasma came home with them Friday. Throughout the weekend, she'd open the container and let them run around her room. Her "eek" carried through out the apartment.

Hubby and I weren't aware that the persmission slip came home, which meant that one of our signatures were forged. This I take full ownership of, as I used to forge my fathers' signature on my high school permission slips whenever I forgot them at school.

Did you say "live toy?"
So, she forgot the slip at home?
No, she must've gotten into my email and printed it out. Beth doesn't send hard copies of anything it seems.

How pissed are you?
I'm anticipating anole parts strewn over the floor. Both The Stripey and White Ones like to chase things. Live toys are their favorite type of entertainment.

How long do you give the terrarium?
I give the plants through the summer. The anoles, June.

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Last.fm hit of the day: Dusk of Hallows by Corpus Delicti

Friday, June 11, 2010

Not What I Call Fun

I'm still digging out from my two shortened weeks where work drama and air travel threatened to destroy my sanity. Hopefully with the dawn of a new week and a fresh perspective, my blogging schedule will resume.

Call me "Charlie."
In the mall where you can find Speed Boat Tigger, you can also find this Technicolor carousel. At first glance, it seems harmless. In fact, it tell you that it's FUN.

Newsflash: it's not.

Once you hear the eerie call of this world's Charlie the Choo-Choo, you totally understand why Claudia y Inez Bachman/Beryl Evans made the locomotive so entirely creepy*. The carousel is located in the middle of the mall, but when there's no other mall noise (including Muzak), you can hear the robotic voice pretty close to the entrance saying "Welcome to Arsenal Mall" or playing it's organ grinder music.

Look at the face in the center, doesn't it look sadistic? I haven't seen a child scream in fear yet, but there's time. Clifford even looks suspect. And, oh look, there's a train up on top.

Would you want to put your child on this?


*The final image shows terrified children riding Charlie.

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Last.fm hit of the day: The Glass House by Christian Death

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Survival of the Dead-- Survival isn't just for the Living



Zombie Thursdays is a weekly feature with guest blogger, Miranda. You can read more about her here.

Two weeks ago I finally saw and reported on George Romero's movie Diary of the Dead. I loved Diary! I found it to be thought provoking, scary, and a great zombie film. So, I was pretty excited to go see his newest film that is currently showing in select theatres, Survival of the Dead.


The latest film takes place a few weeks after the events of Diary, and follows a rogue National Guard team that the audience briefly meets in Diary. Like the rest of the world, they are trying to survive, to find a safe place. After viewing a video online, they think they have found such a place on a small island off the coast of Delaware. The island is home to two warring Irish families-- the O'Flynns and the Muldoons. One family believes that eventually a cure will be found for the undead phenomenon, and think that the dead should be kept chained up repeating tasks stuck deep in their memory banks. As you can imagine, the other family believes that all the zombies should be shot in the head, no questions asked.

This conflict is what really drives the movie and makes the audience think. In a world where we have Zombie Survival Guides and blogs that tell us what the best weapons are against undead attackers, it is interesting to step back and think, 'should we keep them alive?' Could there possibly be a cure? And as I've spoken about before in many of these Thursday entries-- how easy would it be to just shoot your wife, your daughter, or your brother in the head? The families in the movie are painfully aware that the undead lust after eating human flesh, so the goal becomes trying to get them to eat something other people.

I won't give away exactly what happens, or how it concludes, but I will say that I did enjoy this film, however, not nearly as much as I liked Diary. Survival of the Dead was a great movie with some really spectacular actors. And although I liked the concept of the plot and some of the questions it brought up, I found parts of the film to be a bit silly. This installment was certainly more comical than its predecessor-- some of the zombie kills were downright hysterical and had the audience laughing. I do enjoy humor in my horror movies, but this really wasn't supposed to be a comedy, at least I wasn't expecting it to be. When I was watching Diary, sure there was a bit of humor and wit, but it was very intense, very scary.

My friend Richard (a huge, huge Romero fan) disagrees with me completely on this. He loved Survival and wasn't a huge fan of Diary. I encourage all of you to watch them both, as I really think they are both excellent films! No matter which you prefer, you're going to have a great time viewing them. And I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the next chapter in the 'Dead' series comes out...


And for those who have seen both, I'd love to hear your opinions! About the movies, the concepts and ideas brought up-- anything. Just be careful to mention spoiler alerts.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

We Can Work it Out

Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question for you to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you leave your link in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday.

Today's question: How do you know when a project will work and when it won't?

Disclaimer: I'm still digging myself out of the craziness that is called my 9-5 life, so today's entry will be short.

I don't have many writing projects under my belt. In fact, I might have four. I'd like to think that I have so little because I'm thoroughly committed to each project and don't want to sully them with too many. I have tons of ideas, but I don't follow through with all of them.

Like with any project, the first step is an idea. It'll get about a paragraph of work - enough to let me know the story - and then sit. If the idea invades all waking thought, then I know it will work. 

Unless my gut lurches - then chances are it won't. But I won't get into the gut instinct here. Kate Hart talks about the same thing, but much better since she put more thought into it. After my last two disastrous 9-5 gigs, I've learned to totally accept my gut reaction to all things.

Now, I turn to you: how do you know when something will or won't work? 


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Last.fm hit of the day: Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division 

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

So Many Shoes...

... So little time.

In the comment section of the shoe love entry, d talked about how many shoes she had and I requested she send a photo. She complied.


In her email, she says: "As promised, here's my wall of shoes. Two pairs are missing from the pic: my black clogs are under my desk at work and my winter boots are on the front porch."

Do you know someone with more shoes? Is it you? Confess below!

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Last.fm hit of the day: Epitaph by L'Ame Immortelle

Thursday, June 3, 2010

What's With All the Kids and Their Zombies and Their Sex?S



Zombie Thursdays is a weekly feature with guest blogger, Miranda. You can read more about her here.

Do you like sex? Do you like zombies? Do you like sex with zombies?

Yes? Me too! One bit of zombie culture that seems to have a large corner of the market is the sexualization of the undead. Much like I am actively trying to pinpoint exactly "Why Zombies?" I am also trying to figure out "Why Zombie Sex?" On a very basic and rational level, it makes no sense. But there's clearly something to it, or it wouldn't exist in such abundant levels. I'm working to explore this particular topic in more detail and hope to bring you the best (and the weirdest) in zombie sex!

However, much like my sponsor and 'Zombie Thursday' blog host, I agree that this short week has kicked the shit out of me. Therefore, I am putting aside my review/blog on George Romero's Survival of the Dead (which I did in fact see on Tuesday), and instead I am giving you another video by the group Naked Apes. You may recall my post of the video "Fashion Freak" back in April. This video is their zombie stripper follow-up, "Undo Redo." Special thanks again to my friend Shae for showing me this video last year!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Short Weeks Kick the Shit Out of Me

So, today will be a picture day.



This is some Cantibridgian's yard. Yes, yard.

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Last.fm hit of the day: The Great Divide by VNV Nation

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Alicia Versus The Bouncy House

This weekend, a bouncy house tried to kill me.

This weekend I went to my goddaughter's 3rd birthday party where the main attraction was a Shrek bouncy house. I knew this was coming and Steph (one crazy hat participant) kept saying I would have to go into the bouncy house. I said I'd break the damn thing.

Of course, when my goddaughter pointed for me to go in, I had no choice but comply.

Somehow all the other children at the party had disappeared from the bouncy house fun, which left only the two of us in there. My goddaughter bounced up a storm and threw her weight around like nobody's business. The impact still moved the entire thing and I would in turn bounce as well. I managed to keep the bouncing to a minimum.

Bouncy houses are as fun as I remember.

The downside is that they are made with children in mind. There should be a disclaimer not to go too close to the netting.

As my goddaughter bounced to her heart's content, I ended up moving across the length of the bounce space. This put me at the back of the house near the blower. One more bounce and I fell into the netting.

In slow motion, this is what happened:

  1. My weight pushed the netting onto the ground.
  2. The bouncy house shifted.
  3. I couldn't get up.
  4. The bouncy house ceiling began to shift towards me.
  5. People had to push me back into the house.
Once back inside, my goddaughter fell onto her face with laughter. I had done the same. Fortunately, there's no video of this. But now people will always be able to say "Remember when Alicia almost destroyed the bouncy house?" I will always argue that the house was out to destroy me.
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Last.fm hit of the day: Need No Company by Hardcore Superstar
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