Writing is so much cheaper than therapy, and you can drink while you do it!

Writing is so much cheaper than therapy, and you can drink while you do it!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Welcome to Thursday. I must warn you...this post is being written while under the influence of pain meds. Weeeeeeeee.

Yesterday I had the joy of having a tooth extraction. Ordinarily I run screaming from any form of dental madness, but my stupid Irish teeth -- yes, I am a smoking Irish monkey TYVM -- finally got the best of me.  A broken crown, a gnarly abscess, and pain worse than childbirth made me pine for a decent sawbones. Rather than undergo another dreaded root canal I threw in the towel (soaked with Jamesons) and went and had that bad boy yanked.
Vicodin is lovely by the way. heh!
Anyhoo...here's the morbid part. I had to get a bone graft. So now I have a random corpse's bone fragment lodged in my mouth. Hmmmm. Because I'm a horror writer I of course went staright to the dark stuff.  Of course I did! Who did this bone belong to previously? A hobo? A poet? A serial killer from death row? So many options to choose from. If I start manifesting odd (well, odder) characteristics or cravings I'll write about it.
I have someone else's body part in me and I didn't even have to eat the person first. Cackle™

Speaking of zombies, how about that last episode of The Walking Dead? (Nice segue, eh?) By now all of you have seen the episode. If not, well, here's some spoilers.
How happy were you to see Shane finally get gutted? I cheered. Yes, yes I did. But the ominous portent from the previous episode and the zombie security guards with no bites --"Hmmmm, musta been scratched," said Rick -- really hit home with Shane's resurrection. This Sunday's finale is probably going to epically gross and tense.  It's been interesting to watch Rick slip deeper to the dark side. Man...he gutted Shane. Got all up close and personal. No more white hat for him. Dale's death was the beginning of the end for the group.
A moment of silence for Dale.

_________________ (and scene)

Poor guy. Oh well... Who's gonna get eaten next?

Man I love me some zombies!

I've been watching The River on ABC. Created by Oren Peli (Paranormal Activity), and
Michael R. Perry (American Gothic and Paranormal Activity 2),  it's a combo adventure/horror/lost footage mini series that focuses on the search for Emmet Cole -- a host of a wildlife adventure show that went missing in the Amazon.
 For those who haven't seen it, here's the link
The last episode was very zombie centric. Well done. Damn! Is that how the zombie apocalypse starts? Ook. Bleh.
Overall I've enjoyed the show so far. One criticism is the way everyone just seems to accept all the crap flung their way without freaking out. At first it was NO! NO! This is pointless. I don't want to be here. Let's go home and mope. Emmet's son, Lincoln, makes me crazy. Not in the good way, either. He's this annoying, skulky, emo bleh who does a 180 and the skeptic is full bore, hell bent on continuing the trip.
The Paranormal Activity style is ever present in the film work, and the writing (besides the obvious issues with how the characters have been developed) is pretty good. It's kept me hooked. So far the show has been creepy as hell!  The horror is well done, the mysticism and magic seems well researched, and the tension is well paced. After the season finale it will be interesting to see where the story arc goes next. The show has the feel of Lost in its first season -- when it was unique and cool...before that lame ass finale where I still don't know what happened and am pissed at all of the unanswered questions. Ugh. But I digress.

Watch the show. Give it a try and let me know what you think.

On the home front both of my children have reacquired the flu. Ah, parenthood. Diarrhea and vomit from a two year old and six year old (at the same time, mind you) is so much fun. Especially while looped on pain meds from a nasty dental surgery. No rest for the wicked. My poor wee ones.

Speaking of which, I just heard the joyous sounds of vomit via the baby monitor.
That's my cue. And queue.
Save yourselves! Run! RUN!!!!!!!

Oh, one thing before I go...
Please stop sending me pics of midget clowns. No amount of alcohol or eye bleach can erase what I've seen!!!

Ta, darlings!
Send chocolate.


  1. Where can you buy dead people bone? I might like to try that. :D

  2. Don't you have some bones buried in your back yard? I'm sure there are some!

    A horror writer without a dead hobo lying around?



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