Yes, to parrot Brad, glad to see you back Kiira!
Frightening, but true. Sometimes they come back..... and eat your brains.
Was talking with friends last night about getting a tattoo of my girlfriend as a zombie, or a pin-up..... or a zombie-pin-up. I guess there's a zombie-stripper movie coming out. God how I love low culture.
The longer I hang around here the more I understand why CJ relates to it as he does. It is so infuriatingly pure. The slightest hint of dissent tears the delicate fabric of our imaginary community apart.
I think what keeps me sane is something akin to what a Zen teacher called "driver seeing." It is very easy to drive around in a car and completely forget that inside those other shiny metal tanks rolling about are people. If you actually look at them and make eye contact it changes the dynamic. Sure, some will ignore you and there's no reaching them behind a cell phone, sunglasses, and a Starfucks venti latte, but give it a try. It does help you to regard other drivers as fellow human beings and not obstacles.
I love you all, present and past, living and dead. Especially the dead..... if you're zombie strippers.