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Zombies are popular. I can name dozens of zombie-related things – movies, video games, instructional manuals – off the top of my head. Also popular are post-apocalyptic scenarios, in which mankind stubbornly refuses to succumb to the elements/radiation/undead/disease/alien invasion/vengeful plants/Nicolas Cage. I’ve been submerged in worst case scenario survival since the time I could read, and coupled with my love of video games (automatically makes me a trained killer), I am reasonably certain I could predict and react to whatever comes my way. I am just one person – there are millions like me; training for the inevitable disguised as entertainment. Most of them have better aim than I do. Some of them have ready access to weapons. All of us know what to do when a rotting hulk of mindless, hungry flesh shambles our way.

When the zombie apocalypse hits, I think we’re gonna be just fiiiiiiine.

My Monday isn’t so much manic as it is sleepy, dragging and kind of numbing. There is nothing going on right now – no fun packages in the mail; no shocking or hilarious incidents to regale you with. I am tired because I didn’t sleep well last night. I am looking forward to my Death Pasta leftovers for lunch, although it means I will be smelly for the rest of the day.

I have very exciting things coming in the mail; I am disappointed that none of them arrived this morning.

Here is a Dali-esq picture of Hunter S. Thompson. Perhaps it will blow your mind:

is your mind not blown?

Here is a fake panorama of my desk:

click for embiggening

Wake me when it’s time to go home.