The space shuttle Columbia is lost with all hands aboard. I am devestated. In the '80s I was a reporter for the Florida Today newspaper in Melbourne, FL. On assignment, I was able to view the Columbia lifting off from the media center there. It's... I'm sorry. I'll write more later.
Just a quick question: Why is it that zombies are always depicted as stumbling around lusting after a fine dinner of human flesh? Heck, why are they eating at all?
I mean, think about it for a minute. We, that is, humans, eat because we require fuel for our metabolism to function, to let our bodies run. We break down the food, create ATP and use it to fuel the living cells in our bodies.
Zombies are dead, be definition. There can't be any normal sort of metabolism functioning there, so why are they trying to obtain fuel in the conventional, human manner? I would think that zombies require some sort of outside fuel source, sort of like broadcast power, or something like that, to function.
Looking back, I've come to one certain conclusion. I have way too much time on my hands.
I'm having a hard time getting any writing done at all. I think it's because I might have overreached myself in November.
I belong to several on-line fiction critique groups. A friend of mine, Christi Upson, from one of these groups brought to my attention a site called National Novel Writing Month. Basically, this site challenges you to sign up and write a 50,000-word, 170-page novel during the month of November. I actually managed to get it written, 50,499 words in all during that month. I was one of about maybe 10 percent of participants who actually followed through. You can see the winner's certificate on my website, http://rain.prohosting.com/ogrerj. Since then, I've basically written very, very little.
I'm going to have to get back on the horse. Anyone got a saddle?
I just get such a big kick out of Halloween. When I was a kid, the obvious attraction was being able to stay out late, try to scare people and then have folks around the neighborhood actually force candy on me.
Man, that was Heaven.
I still remember hoarding my candy for days and days after Halloween, trying to make it last as long as possible. Finally, sometime around my birthday on Nov. 22, I'd be down to those last few candies. You know the ones, nobody every ate them or wanted them, but there was always one house on the block that gave them out. Of course I ate them in the end. I had to. They were Halloween booty.
Nowadays, I think I just like the experience of dressing up in costume. I get to walk around with my kids and see their faces glow with happiness through the cheap plastic masks. Sure, that part's fun, but I still get to dress up.
This year, I'm going as a ringwraith from *shudder* LoTR. Can't stand the series of books, barely sat through the movie, but it was the scariest costume I could find. No face, dressed in rags. I'm gonna have fun.
You know, I can't decide if I should be happy or just a bit disgusted.
I graduated from the University of Florida with a BS in journalism (and never was a degree more aptly named) in 1988. Seeing as I was born in Gainesville, FL, where the university is located, I suppose it's not too surprising I'm a big fan of the university and all it's sundry sports teams.
Today, in a major upset, the University of Florida Gators defeated the University of Tennessee Volunteers by a score of 30-14. I was jumping with joy.
The problem, though, is why do people, including me, put so much of themselves into the success of their various favorite sports teams? Who knows.