Saturday, August 30, 2008

Respect My Authoritah

Just a quick note on Haunted House politics--a few of you have mentioned that I/we should have forbade Tak to let Bobby go on this "secret mission". Well, I just wanted to let you all know that no one here really has any authority to prevent someone from doing something. Everyone is here by choice (or at least, they are here because they don't have the choice of going home)and we try to keep things as democratic as possible. Tak and anybody else can come and go as they choose, and they don't really have to answer to anyone. I'd like to think that people would keep each other informed--but there aren't any "laws" that say they have to.


Bobby came back last night like nothing had changed, apparently having completed his mission. I don't know what it was, and I don't really care. I'm just glad he's relatively safe.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Secret Mission?

So Tak, who hasn't been around much since he ditched Karen's attempt to get his meme, asks for "a meeting" at the Haunted House. For some reason he and I never just talk, we always have to have a "meeting". He tells me not to worry about Bobby because he sent him on, and I quote, a "secret mission". I couldn't get him to elaborate any further.

I don't know what scares me more, white vans or the idea of Tak sending people on secret missions.

But I thanked him anyway, and I let him know that the Hunter Foundation was still looking for people who wanted to participate in the Undead Studies class.

You should have seen his expression.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Change the Season Change Your Reason

Is it just me, or is it getting colder outside?

That's just a little joke. I don't really feel changes in temperature like that. But school has started, so I guess that would be an indicator.

Still no sign of Bobby.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Missing Zombie

Has anyone seen or heard from Bobby Hoffman? He's a newlydead that came to the Haunted House at the beginning of the summer. No one here has heard from him in a week.

It doesn't seem likely that he would take off without letting any of his friends know what he was doing.

If you have any info, please post.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Tak's Meme

Hi, sweeties! Karen DeSonne, girl reporter here! I wanted to bring you Tak's Meme today, and I thought he'd play nice because his "old school" bff's Popeye and Tayshawn gave theirs. Here is a fairly accurate transcript of my interview with him, which I conducted on the rotting porch of the Haunted House.

Karen: "Hi, Tak!"

Tak: (Stares, half his face hidden by his beautiful long black hair)

Karen: "Do you mind answering a few questions for the zombie meme? We just put Tayshawn's up at mysocalledundeath."

Tak: (Stares some more, cracks knuckles)

Karen: "Okay, then. Let's get started, shall we? Question number one: How did you die?

Tak: (Flips hair back, revealing hole in cheek, molars) "I was...never...alive."

Karen: (Taps pen, tilts chin, smiles prettily) "Now, be nice, Takky. I happen to know that you were killed riding your motorcycle on the Garden State Parkway. You told me yourself in an ungaurded moment!"

Tak: (Turns away, makes noise like piece of paper caught in electric fan)

Karen: (Flutters long lashes) "Okay, let's try this one: How long have you been a zombie?"

Tak: (Hides scars with hair-flip, looks away)

Karen: (Sparkly eyes narrowing) "Let me try that again. been...a...zombie?"

Tak: "Why are the...beating hearts, anyway?"

Karen: "We aren't 'pandering' to anyone, we're trying to raise consciousness and..."

Tak: (Gives dismissive wave, jumps off porch, walks towards woods)

Karen: (Shouting) "So I guess the interview is over, then?"

There it is, kiddies! The deepest, darkest secrets of that cutie, our very own teen heartthrob, Takayuki!

(P.S.: Sarcasm aside, Tak really isn't such a bad guy once you get to know him. He'll never win a merit badge in Plays Well WIth Others, tho. Bye!)

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tayshawn's Meme

Tayshawn's Meme

1. How did you die? Acute asthma atttack on the baseball field

2. How long have you been gone? About six months

3. Death age/true age? 16/16

4. What do you miss most about being alive? Sports

5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie? Nothing

6. How did your family react to you coming back? Not so great

7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie? Being so slow

8. Visible signs of zombiism? My skin is now ash gray

9. Goals/ambition? None

10. "If I were alive today, I would..." Make sure I've got my inhaler

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Clean Up Your Mess

I got a hate mail post the other day, but unlike I most of the hate mail posts we get here at, this one actually made me think.

Basically, the poster's point was that we should think about what kind of world and culture we leave for future generations. Unfortunately, the poster (anonymous, of course)could not seem to make his or her point without cursing, and he/she went on to say that I am polluting the minds of children by writing about zombie-based concerns. I supposes s/he feels that I am also polluting the planet just by walking around, so what can you do. If it wasn't for the language (well, and the re-death threat)I would have liked to publish the post because I think it would have made for an interesting discussion.

But even a a dark cloud can produce a flash of light. What kind of world and culture are we leaving for future generations? Or creating for ourselves, for that matter.

Faith, my Mom, has a tendency to divide the people of the world in two basic camps: Givers and Takers. She doesn't think it matters what race, gender, nationality, preference, or age you are, whether you are the president of a major world power or a walking mushroom, you are either a giver or a taker. Givers, she'll explain (but you have to ask) are defined as people who "leave things better than how they found them", and takers "subtract--they ruin things for everyone."

It's easy to be a taker. Being a giver is much harder, because quite often in "giving", you might inadvertently "take away" from someone else. Not to beat my own drum, but I thought I was being a "giver" when I went out for the football team. Certain people--teammates, coaches, and people in the community--obviously felt that I was "taking".

It's something to think about.