i dreamed the beginning of what could be a sorta interesting take on the zombie genre. i’m not gonna write it, tho, so i might as well tumblr it.
it was a virus that came from mice. i think it was a mutation of rabies. patient zero was a grad student studying animal behavior; she was testing whether tolerance of humans could be learned by observation. she had a batch of wild mice she’d hand-raised, and another batch of the same species recently caught as adults, and let the second group observe the first group get food and pettins, and documented how long it took the second group to be willing to take food from her. at least, that was the idea, but the wild-caught mice started eating each other, and when she tried to put them in separate containers she got bitten. and within hours she was ripping her friends’ faces off.
and then it was revealed that this had happened in 1928, in a small desert town. the town was wiped out, but zombies aren’t great at operating motor vehicles, most people didn’t really keep in touch with the rest of the world via phone or anything, and there was no interstate highway system yet, so the infection didn’t get out. by the time anyone investigated, the zombies had dessicated into a torpor state and were indistinguishable from their victims. they were bulldozed into a mass grave and forgotten.
then in modern times, one of those history/archaeology reality shows digs up the mass grave, investigating what really killed the town of whatever-it-was — a bad strain of influenza, as the official story said, or something more sinister? — and some of the now-mostly-just-bones zombies get reconstituted and the epidemic is on.
our hero, the dead grad student, was not one of the ones that got woken up. she’s been experiencing some kind of almost like a shamanic trance this whole time, her spirit drifting around the desert learning things from ghosts. she was enjoying it, had made peace with what happened. but when this happens, she reanimates her body through sheer willpower. she’s no longer a zombie, exactly; she isn’t eating flesh to restore her semblance of life (these zombies are also a little like vampires, the more flesh they eat the more alive they look) so she’s still a skeleton, she’s just walking and talking by sheer ghost power. she manages to get a few of her friends — whom she killed and turned back when it started, but they’re not bitter — to join her in this wise skeleton ghost state, and together they try to stop the zombie plague that was unleashed from their graves.
GODDAMMIT I have accidentally taught Totchi that if he is cute and gives me a hug he gets a treat or catnip
and now he is REALLY good at weakening my resolve because he knows his power
no fuck you cat
it’s not fair
ya cute lil bastard
hermes has learned that if he tries to walk across my keyboard he will get tucked under my arm and petted. and if i get distracted by boring things like typing and scrolling, and forget to pet him for a minute, he can get me started again by clicking my trackpad buttons.
this is a bit of a problem when i’m playing minecraft. i can’t count how many times he’s randomly right-clicked for me, sticking whatever object i’m holding to the nearest wall. :P
A thing which deeply annoys me which I'd like to hear someone else's thoughts on; SJWs condemning people born centuries ago for not holding views which didn't exist at the time. Specifically, I've seen rants about Bartholome de las Casas, one of the first universal human rights advocates, born 1484, for not having exactly the same views of race relations that they do now.
Haha, that’s insane.
So I ran into this one guy on a Christian board whose resolution to “but the Bible said slavery was okay” was “no it didn’t, Christians never kept slaves”. And he’d just explain away or deny everything or say that every living Christian in a given time was not really Christian, and so on.
And I have news for all y’all doctrinal purists: People will do that to you.
We don’t know what about. I’ve seen people argue it’ll be abortion, I’ve seen people argue it’ll be war, but the fact is this: There is stuff that you consider acceptable, which you take for granted, which will be denied and made excuses for by people who want to pretend you weren’t horrible. You could win multiple international awards for your highly progressive and forward-looking views, you could live to a ripe old age in which philosophers recognize you as one of the spiritual great leaders of our history, and two hundred years from now, people will be looking at things you did with disgust and expressing the belief that you were a hollow, empty, shell with no soul because no one with a soul could seriously have thought that shit was okay. *This is not a thing you can avoid or change.*
You can’t see your whole context. You can’t see your assumptions. You are doing things that, if you were able to think of them from outside the lens of the world you were born in, would horrify you. And you will never know what they are.
Which is okay, as long as you aren’t a fucking hypocrite about it.
anime trope episodes: the beach episode, the festival episode, the episode where someone doesn’t know how to cook western cartoon trope episodes: the episode where someone has several copies of themselves made, the episode where inanimate objects come to life, the episode that is a homage to a movie from the 1950s, the episode where someone is shrunk down to microscopic levels and placed inside the body of another person
You have six-foot-four of gangly troll spread out under you like a feast and you’re about to devour him for all he’s worth when the door to your dorm room bangs open. Too late to tell Dave to stay out, apparently, because he saunters in, casual as you please, and only stops to facepalm once he drops his messenger bag. “Jesus H, Egbert, do you mind?”