How can you walk without rhythm once you start thinking about it? It's damn near impossible. The human mind seeks out patterns that are pleasing, and hangs on to them. Why do you think it's so easy to get earwormed. Crappy commercial jingles get stuck in your head even though you know it's just a song about a fucking hot dog.
But I digest... [sic]
Still a bit behind, numbers-wise.
But in all the ways that lead toward creating a kickass zombie novel?
Yeah...I'm way far ahead.
Shit is about to go down.
For realz.
Fare thee well to Dino DeLaurentis, you magnificent bastard!
When I say, "Thanks for Everything," I primarily mean this*:

*By which I mean the film itself, not this particular aspect of it.
That part of it is actually kind of creepy...especially when she should have been getting it on with Timothy Dalton. Hell, even Deep Roy would have been less questionable.
But I digest... [sic]
Still a bit behind, numbers-wise.
But in all the ways that lead toward creating a kickass zombie novel?
Yeah...I'm way far ahead.
Shit is about to go down.
For realz.
Fare thee well to Dino DeLaurentis, you magnificent bastard!
When I say, "Thanks for Everything," I primarily mean this*:

*By which I mean the film itself, not this particular aspect of it.
That part of it is actually kind of creepy...especially when she should have been getting it on with Timothy Dalton. Hell, even Deep Roy would have been less questionable.