Sharing the World with the Undead
Biographical Musings from the Zombie Jar
How about a border planter box? In the background, Albert is listening to the news. I’m not sure why he wants to do this, but a small group of well-dressed pundits are debating problems with the border wall. How will we pay for the wall? We are beginning to have doubts about our Mexican benefactors,… Read More
A sign that this country’s educational system needs some serious work: The phone menu cannot understand me, so the software passes me to a human at Walgreens. She sounds friendly, if a bit confused. She does not have an accent. I explain my mission, starting with do we have medications ready to pick up. She is… Read More
Slow disaster created something fun, linked below. At this point, being an aging crone, I’ll violate a cardinal precept of fandom and question a choice of favorites: Why do people always want to make life tough? Are you Sherlock? Find John Watson. Find someone who will appreciate you for you, who will bring you toast and… Read More
I look out the window at the white, wooden board sitting on the sidewalk outside LePeep Restaurant. In black print, I see specials and blurs that must be prices. I squint. I change angles. I move my multifocal glasses. I am stopped at a light directly across from that board. Instantly, I realize a large, new problem… Read More
I tried to determine where my “waist” might be located this morning. Ominous sources tell us that we are doomed to suffer an early demise if our waist runs over thirty-six inches. * Alas, one more peril to manage. I decided to do a threat assessment. But where is my waist? Some sources put this invisible line… Read More
So the oatmeal was taking forever. I figured five or ten more minutes might be needed to mush the stuff up right. Too long. I poured Cocoa Puffs into a bowl. I added extra Reese’s Puffs. The problem of the oatmeal was solved, with the addition of a little almond milk. Then I went to the Blue… Read More
O.K. I have five numbers and five symbols. Not good enough. I throw in some letters. Weak, I am told. Hell, nobody could remember this combination for more than 5 minutes. By the time I get to strong, I had better have the damn thing recorded. Because a million monkeys plunking keys for a million… Read More
(Please don’t sue me Potterverse. I don’t actually know where I got this picture. If I ever get more than a few hundred readers a day, I’ll replace it. But it’s perfect.) Can we take the humans out of the equation? Yes, we can. But in the end, cars fail, like toasters and refrigerators fail… Read More
Zombie fiction at its best raises ambiguities to ponder. Is the CDC our friend? In a worst case scenario, will the CDC be our friend? How will America respond to a crisis? Will America respond to a crisis? In our PC times, how much trouble can we get into for coming down on the wrong side… Read More
The best thing about retirement is a sense of “done.” Done has a feel. Done has a texture. The cake is baked, the zombie has been dismembered and burned. I can read in peace. I can ignore the news. I can write silly haikus about cooking shows. I can write dialogs with Shasta the Invisible Slug. If… Read More
