Time to Raise the Dead

I don't get out much... online that is. I get out plenty in the real world- because brains don't come to you, you need to go to them!

I digress.

Occasionally I like to fire up up the old magic box and take a stroll down the information walkway. I'll peek in here, read a little there, but very rarely do I make an appearance anywhere else online. I kind of have a mystique to keep up, you know? If kids thought that old Santa was a guy you see everyday there sure would be a few less offerings of milk n' cookies laid down at the hearths of hopeful homes holding out for holiday happiness.

I don't generally care for the cookies, but the milk often attracts a delicious cat or two for the taking. Cat's brains, while not filling, can be delightfully appetizing when you are in a hurry.

But where am I going with this diatribe? One of the sites that I used to visit has contracted a terminal case of apathy. No posts, and comments that are languishing in moderation. For shame! What we need is a good old fashioned raising of the dead. A voodoo hootenanny, where we roll the old bones out and make 'em dance with supernatural fervor.

I can't do it alone. I beg you to visit this site. Leave a comment imploring the author to post again. To wake from his slumber. Do it for me. Do it for the children. Do it for the creeping undead flesh of blogs that fall by the wayside every day!

RAISE ME FROM THE DEAD!

EDIT: It worked! He lives!

Poverty is a Poor Idea

It's Blog Action Day, and this is a blog- so where's the action?

Blog Action Day this year is set to discuss the issue of poverty. So let's discuss: first off, what is poverty?

We know that the world is comprised of the haves and the have-nots, but in the middle of this economic crisis, it seems that the have-nots are an ever expanding group. This troubles me. I know what you're thinking right now (ZS has crazy, wicked ESP) and it goes something like this, "Why does a rotting pile of festive flesh like Zombie Santa care about whether or not people go poor?"

One reason: survival.

Poor people tend to get desperate, and desperate people tend to lash out at what they fear. Zombies are scary... Do you see where I'm going with this?

When I see hateful propaganda such as this for sale, especially in these hard times, I start to get the gooseflesh. Decayed gooseflesh, but gooseflesh all the same. I would never say that I am a proponent of censorship or book burning, but this book is an abomination to abominations such as myself, and I hope that you will join me in putting an end to poverty so that we can get people back to focusing on what is truly important in life- the pursuit of happiness.

Regardless of what you choice of happiness may be, you need to chase after it like it was a deliciously ripe brain, full of juciy, bloody goodness and thoughts of fear at impending death. That brain is yours for the taking if you are willing to smash through a few walls (and maybe a skull or two) if you should choose to pursue it.