A sort of gear-head philosophy Zombie Blog
This subject matter of this blog can be anything as long as there is a tie-in to zombies. Why? Because I\'ve become tired of fighting my ZCWD (Zombie Compulsive Writing Disorder), deciding that rather than repress my compulsion to write about the undead I should just give into the obsession. Along the way I may or may not address why ZCWD -- a kind of meme, I believe -- is so widespread. Or not. Your comments are welcome. Oh yeah... visit my http://unselfishgene.com to review my zombie novel.
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A Little bit of me
Someone made a comment on an older post (Argh! Scope this out) about the surgeon-cam version of my shoulder surgery. The good news is the shoulder is healed and there was no discernible scar. See, here’s the shoulder…..
…..well, there was a tiny one, but it looks like a blemish above Tara’s left eyebrow. Damn, if I can figure out a zombie tie-in to this. Let’s see, vanity? No, zombies are anything but vain. Something about the zombie-like impulse to get tats today. No, that’s an ungainly metaphoric stretch. If I’d been thinking ahead, I guess I should have had a zombie version of Tara (Buddhist goddess of enlightenment) done instead of a 1950’s pinup version.
Robert B.
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Argh! Scope this out
Do zombies feel pain? I guess it depends upon whom (or what) you talk to. Some don’t. Some do; that’s why they eat brains. Brains pate relieves pain. This zombie writer feels pain, not in the brain, but in the shoulder.
Five days ago I had orthoscopic surgery on my shoulder for bone spurs and a tear in the rotator cuff and it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. Imagine if you will, your author as a zombie. Remember those essential scenes where the undead converge on the lonely farm house. Always there’s at least one who died of a stab wound or maybe was at least attacked with such. See me with a eight-inch knife sticking out of my left shoulder, the blade lodged between the ball and socket. That’s what it feels like now — after two narcotic pain relievers. That’s why I’m awake (sort of) writing this entry at 2:30 a.m. instead of sleeping.
Right now, I’d probably try gulping down a chunk of gray matter if I thought it would make the pain go away!
Surgeon-cam view of my rotator cuff
