Resident Evil: Apocalypse comes out in a scant 7 days, and I'm more excited than a five-winged bee flying around a Honey Factory.
Too much?

That said, I have a confession to make -- ever since Dawn of the Dead...I've thought my roommate was a Zombie.
Every time I come home, she's asleep, and I spend my waking hours jerking my head around, because I'm sure she's right behind me, ready to eat my brains.
When she's out of town, I worry that some other zombie has broken in and is also awaiting my tasty grey matter.
Yeah. Go ahead and laugh.
I thought it was funny, too, until Felicia was out of town for the weekend, and I found I had locked myself in the bathroom.
I was showering, sure, but I can't shower with my knife, and nakedness is prime time for zombies to eat you, because you can't wear hats in the shower.
Well, you can, but it doesn't get the job done as well.

So, yes. I just had to come out and tell you all that my insatiable hunger for zombie movies will keep me terrified for many months to come.

I swear, as I told Felicia yesterday, when I flip around, I'm as certain that I'll see the wall behind me, that I'll see her there, zombified. I SEE it in my head, and when I flip around, there's a split second where I'm sure I see it in real life.

Now, sure, I've gone over the simple logistics of it, and it just doesn't add up to enough to ease my mind.
For instance -- What if Zombie Felicia came about as a result an air-borne virus -- why wouldn't she have already gone off to eat others' brains?
Because zombies can't unlock dead-bolts. That one was easy.
Oh, you think they can?
Okay, well, then you may ask why would Zombie Felicia wait in her room for hours after I got home? Wouldn't she attack me the second I got home from work?
Good question -- but say a zombie broke IN. Then if zombification takes a couple hours after she was bitten, and the zombie left her to, you know, zombify, then...left. If they're so smart as to understand a dead-bolt, he could have locked the door behind him.
I'M WAY AHEAD OF YOU.
And now I'm really scared.

Well, let's talk about something else.
As I was talking about KOTOR to a guy at work today, who reads this blog, he asked me how to pronounce Kashyyyk, and I answered in Galactic Basic (English) when I missed a perfect opportunity to pronounce it in Wookie language! It was a perfect set-up!
Come ON. How many chances do you get to answer a question in fucking WOOKIE and have it be appropriate?
NONE, that's how many!
Fuck. It would have been awesome.

Well, speaking of work, if you're a "Net-Savvy Hipster" as I am, you'll have read that a chick was FIRED from Friendster for blogging.
Now...I have mixed feelings about this.
I thought about quitting Friendster, as some dudes have chosen to do, especially since the blogs in question containted nothing even remotely INTERESTING much less largely incriminating save for some admitted file-extensions, and since Friendster is all about connecting people and exchanging information, AND they didn't ever have a no-blogging policy.

Yes, all these things make perfect sense, and sure, I'd hate to get fired for saying something my company didn't like, but um...isn't all this uproar exactly WHY they fired her?
Think about it. Perhaps, in their stuffed-shirt, idiotic business meetings, they decided that should a time ever come when this Trout-Person got irritated with her job, her blog gave her the power to do some damage to the site, which it probably didn't, but I guess it's still the tiniest of liabilities.

So, instead of ignoring it, because it's JUST A BLOG, they went and FIRED HER like idiots, and exactly what they feared would happen...happened.

It's like...a company worrying that their building is going to get burned down decinding to fire someone who is friends with a bunch of arsonists. And when the arsonists get angry, what do you think they're going to do?

Whatever. Just my two cents.
I worry enough about what I put on here, but I try not to put anything incriminating.

So let's see, we've covered zombies, we've covered the fact that I'm a nerd, we've covered why you shouldn't blog about your work, and then I proceeded to blog about my work.
Anything else?

Tune in next time when we neglect to answer the questions "Who is Hot Work Crush? Does he have a personality? Is he simply a well-behaved zombie?"
Only time will tell.