There's a thing called "Blog like it's the end of the world" (search:
BLITEOTW) where you're supposed to pretend there's a zombie uprising, but yet pretend that it's not so bad that you don't have time to get on the Internet, log in, and blog about it instead of running around and screaming, "I told you so! You said it couldn't happen, but I told you so. Who's crazy now?"
But I forget to blog that day. I think I forgot last year, too. But I'm not worried. I'm ready for the real zombie
apocalypse when it comes.
The trunk of my car contains:
- crowbar- for prying, destroying stairways, bludgeoning
- machete- for slicing
- matches- for burning
- holy water- in case it's really a vampire or Paris Hilton apocalypse.
So don't worry about the.little.ol.effing.librarian. And whether it's either a zombie or vampire apocalypse, it's a good idea to wear a turtleneck. And that's the only time. Unless your aunt knits. And you're six-years-old.
Remember: turtleneck sweaters deflect zombie and vampire attacks, but look dorky in every other situation. Unless you travel back in time to 1969 to a party at the Playboy Mansion, then you're
swingin', baby!
