Vincent Price's last movie role.

I am pretty damn irritated today, seeing as how my boyfreind/roomate took Edward Scissorhand back to the stupid Blockbuster before I had a chance to illegally copy it into my collection.

As a movie buff, I am probably breaking some unspoken law by not having a DVD player yet. But when my VCR stopped working (1 week before the season premier of Sopranos), they didn't have recordable DVD players yet. Frankly, I think thier introduction at a reasonable price represents the beginning of the end for the VHS format. I will have to by a few VCR's to put away. I daresay, my movie collection is somewhat impressive. I like it anyway...

Today I am being overshadowed by ambivilance, which is not as pretentious as it sounds. I just feel like none of the life-choices I have availible to me will result in happiness. Plus I think they have me on a lot of medication, more than I reasonably need. I could have the doc cut them, but to be honest, they feel pretty good. It's just hard to sober up and do something clear headed, because doctor drugs are always there...

I guess I don't remotely sound like someone who has just been ordained, and is supposed to be qualified to help people spiritually. Maybe I should find some convicted felons and officiate thier prison wedding.

Job Interview

Hey out there!

Since not having a job is making me miserable, I'm going to interview to be the manager of a Dry Cleaners. This could not be further from my interests, education, and/or career goals. Does anyone really aspire to do this kind of work (Besides the Jeffersons, obviously)? I need my teaching creds so I can teach high school kids how to release pent up anger in non-firearm related ways.

Nevertheless, I will put on something green which will compliment my happy people-loving smile. then I do my best to try to impress some guy who runs a dry cleaners. I really need to get my ass back to school.

Other than that, I think its high time I started reading those Harry Potter books. yes, yes, I'm way behind the rest of the world. But that is okay, it saves me from wading thru tons of crappy films and mediocre literature.

Have a nice day.

Zombies and Fear

I have been trying to finish a story about zombies that I began during a dark period in my life, oh about 7 years ago now. Like other zombie works, the ghouls represent different things to different people.
Is it you against the world? Is there an unstoppable transformation taking place, everywhere, inescapable yet you can't take the easy way out. Hundreds and thousands of suicides, but you must live...
You must DO SOMETHING when the best you can hope for is not to lose anyone else to the massive ranks of undead drones whose only wish is to devour you while you live, screaming and powerless and alone.
There are many chapters written, and an ending. I know how it must end. And yet, I can't find a way to get everyone where they need to be. I hope I am up to yet another rewrite. I have another story to lament about when this one is done...