I am old. I knew this intellectually, but today made me aware of it physically. See, there's this new show on TV, one I'd been waiting for with much excitement. Some of you know what I mean. For those who don't, it's called <i>The Walking Dead</i> and it's a zombie show. Woo! Thanks to Mal, I did read the comics. Or most of them. But I'd forgotten till I was watching the show last night, when the beginning reminded me of a clothed version of <i>28 Days Later</i>. (Oh, Cillian Murphy, how I love your full frontal nakedness.) Anyway, I really enjoyed it, but I'm so paying for it this morning. I could barely move when the alarm went off. And I have to say it--I hate to, but have to--Tony was right. He didn't say anything other than it's probably not the best choice to make cause, well, zombies. I'd watch it online, but AMC makes you pay through iTunes! Bastards. Maybe they'll have more showtimes during the week than they list. I hope so. Cause I just can't do this every week and we don't have a DVR (never deemed it truly necessary before).
So, Halloween. V. quiet this year. Only five kids. One Spiderman, one Michael Jackson (who was adorable and the glove was too big so he had trouble opening his pillowcase), and two brothers who were kind of generic monsters and their sister who was a dalmatian. So cute. And now we have the equivalent of two and a half bags of candy left. Terrible, just terrible. Though I wish T had gotten some 3 Musketeers or Kit-Kats instead of Kisses.
Did have a minor tragedy though. A bookcase collapse. I was finally finishing up getting all my pagany stuff back in the bedroom (I didn't want it out while the apartment was being renovated). And since a closet was closed up on the bedroom side, I had a new place for the bookcase and the pagany stuff. I knew the bookcase was on its last legs (hey, it cost me $30 five or six years ago--it's more than given me my money's worth, despite the back being cardboard) but I didn't realize the side would collapse while I was moving it. I suppose it's appropriate that it was the bookcase I keep my earthy-crunchy, vampire, and horror books on. (Yes, I organize by genre--I'd never know where my books are otherwise.) So until further notice (when we can get a new bookcase, possibly two because the matching one isn't holding up too well either, though it doesn't have the weight of Stephen King to hold up) there are piles of books on the floor. Orderly for now--until Lily decides to climb then.
The office party was much fun. I was "I'm lost without <i>Lost</i>." I had six years of stuff accumulated, so I put it to use. Not sure if my coworker put up the pic she took yet. There were some well-done departments too. The bar was an Egyptian temple. One dept did "We Are the Dead/Brain Aid"--zombie rock stars. Although when I wondered if there was a John Bonham, the two people I was wandering around with at the time said "Who's John Bonham?" I nearly cried. Well, not really. But I did nearly smack them. (There was not, btw. Terrible oversight! Also, though he's not dead--that we know of--there really should have been a Keith Richards, cause if he's not a zombie, I don't know who is.) Best department, though, was Hoarding: Buried Alive.
