Filed under: Colorado, Movies, Zombies, twelve | Tags: baseball, Campaign to Move Lyda to Colorado, Random Weirdness, Rockies, theater geek, twelve, Zombie Army
Lyda here with very exciting news.
Anna-Liza and Marin are all set to star in “Whack a Zombie: the Movie” – but we need to write the script first.
This began with this post. And the comments led to this from Anna-Liza:
So, here’s the opening scene of “Whack a Zombie: the Movie”. Marin & I are in the stands at a Rockies game with souvenir baseball bats in hand. Suddenly something in the hot dogs starts turning people into zombies. Luckily, Marin & I have not had any hot dogs and we notice the zombification pretty quickly, and start whacking our way to an exit …
Lyda continues the plot thusly:
Fortunately, our heroines’ knitting is carefully stowed in zombie- and blood-proof knitting bags.
But all the exits are blocked with hordes of fans-turned-zombies. The only way out is through the Rockies locker room. Marin and Anna-Liza whack their way through the zombies toward the field. Fortunately most of the team has not eaten any hot dogs (Marin and Anna-Liza get to choose which ones have become zombies and have to be whacked). And of course there are bats for everyone. The team covers the doors while Anna-Liza and Marin try to reach the authorities, but of course they can’t get through. The radio says that the zombification is spreading through the city – apparently the hot dogs were served as lunch at the school cafeterias, and there are zombies in the streets.
Anna-Liza and Marin may have to spend the night in the locker room. Luckily there are showers and plenty of volunteers to scrub their backs.
Yes, I am twelve. We have to get the sex in early, and we need some fan service in the movie, yes?
But then, just as it is about to get interesting…
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What happens next?
Post a comment and tell us!
Lyda here.
Just ran across the 20 Most Worthless Pieces of Junk, according to them, anyway.
Rice cookers? I’ve never had one, but I know some people love theirs.
Wipe warmers? I didn’t even know there were such gizmos.
Toys with the fast food child’s meal? On the one hand, most of them are junk. On the other hand, my son loved them when he was little, and some of them lasted a long time. And sometimes, anything that keeps a toddler occupied long enough to let the parental unit sit down and eat a few bites is a good thing. Especially on a long trip.
Irons, however, are not worthless. Obviously, whoever wrote this article does not sew. My iron seldom irons clothes – I don’t buy clothes that need ironing for myself (pure laziness) and the Resident Sith Master lives in t-shirts. I did iron his shirts for band performances, though, back in the day.
And I would NEVER live without real books!!
It seems the “worthless junk” category is in the eye of the beholder – or the pocketbook of the purchaser. No matter how useful or special to someone else, it can be worthless junk to you. You may love your garlic press, while your neighbor’s just clutters up his kitchen drawer. You may cherish your zombie movie poster collection, and hate the antique Hummel figurines you inherited from Great-Aunt Sophie.
My advice? Give the figurines to your sister who loves them, and proudly hang the posters on your wall. But maybe not in the bedroom…
What do y’all think about this list? Agree or disagree? And because I’m nosy…
What’s the most worthless piece of junk that YOU have ever bought?
Filed under: Craft stuff, Culture - pop & other | Tags: art, cool stuff, Pirates
If you’re going to the beach this weekend, watch out for those sand pirates, maties!
Lyda here.
Recent search term that got someone to our blog:
Sexy zombie test.
Uh. Okay…
Well…
Here are some sexy zombies. Washing a car, no less.
Harder to find male sexy zombies.
Unless one watches reality TV, that is.
Filed under: Books, Family, Friends, Knitting, Work, love | Tags: aging, birthday, ego, fun, Ravelry
Hey, Anna-Liza here. My birthday is Sunday (the 12th) and I’ll be 47. Somehow that reads like the beginning of sharing at a 12-step program, doesn’t it? This birthday feels pretty good, even if I’m now moving from “mid-forties” to “late forties”.
As all you loyal readers know, I’ll be a grandmother before Christmas. Knitting Sprite’s creativity encompasses … a lot. Here’s some of her music on Myspace - check out “Zombie Blues” which includes NCAR in Boulder as a “last stand” spot on Z-day. Makes sense to me. Becoming a grandmother is exciting and weird, and there’s no sense denying the weird occasionally outweighs the exciting.
These two items, and the fact that I apparently have no willpower whatsoever in my quest to lose about 8 inches around my middle (Exercise? Give up ice cream? What?) could be enough to depress anyone, even a philosophical Piglet/Harley Quinn/Jerry Garcia/Baseball Bat Wielder/Angel in Human Form like me. (You’ll have to check my Facebook quizzes, but those are all results I’ve had). But I’ve had some pretty good stuff happening.
First, well, I’m going to be a grandma! There’s no denying that most of the time the exciting outweighs the weird. And Knitting Sprite and her boyfriend are so happy – it’s cool to watch them. Hm. Need to come up with a blog name for him. He’s into capoeira, works at Whole Foods, likes to wear hats, and is very gentle and very tall … any suggestions?
I found a couple Rex Stout books on paperbackswap.com that I actually haven’t read. This may not sound like much, but believe me, it is. I even got a copy of Red Threads, featuring Inspector Cramer without Wolfe and Goodwin. Written in the 1930s. Read it in one day.
Darlin’ K, the kidlets and I went to the Sprite’s gig at Whole Foods. While there, someone said “Wow, KS’s sister could be her twin!” Major ego stroke. (Really, KS is gorgeous and that’s not just a biased mom’s opinion).
This morning, on the way from my car to the office, one of the folks who lives around there, with whom I regularly exchange “good mornings” called me a pretty lady and said I was gorgeous. Okay, dude’s old enough to be my dad and is on oxygen, but hey. He was sincere and I’ll take it. Terrific way to start a work day.
I had another photo shoot for a Knits related project. This time, it was just my hands, knitting, but still. Enough of this kind of thing could turn a girl’s head. BTW, hints are all I’m allowed at this point, but keep tuning in and you’ll read all about it as soon as I get the go-ahead!
I’ve had a remarkable number of really weird calls at work – like the lady who said she was having all kinds of problems with our website, and, when I asked her what internet browser she was using, said flatly “I don’t have one of those”. Luckily, they’ve mostly been funny and have mostly had happy endings, but it’s nice to have people to joke about these things with, and nice to have Darlin’ K to come home to and tell me it’s perfectly okay for me to go straight to bed if I need to!
And now it’s the weekend! The kidlets will be spending the weekend with Darlin’ K’s folks, we’re going up to the cabin to relax, read, and romance, we plan to drive down to a local cafe for music and possibly go dancing tomorrow night, and I’m really close to finishing the sexy legwarmers* for my friend, which will make it possible to work on baby stuff guilt-free for a while!
The only thing I wish is that I had more time to get stuff caught up! I haven’t touched my projects page on Ravelry in months – you’d think I’d stopped knitting if you look at it.
*They don’t look that sexy yet – they need to be finished and on someone’s legs for the full effect. But I will take pictures. And I will put them on Ravelry!
Hi, Anna-Liza here. Lyda’s still not on Facebook, and I figure some of the rest of you may not be, either. I took the quiz about “What zombie fighting weapon best suits you?” You know, so I can be sure to have it handy where I can grab it on Z-day, right? Here’s my result:
Normally used for wholesome sports, you are the BASEBALL BAT.
No ammunition, no reload, no fancy moves, just whack and go. You picked something up from the garage and the bowels of your childhood, and the fact that you think this whole thing is some sort of game is a little disturbing. You can’t help but giggle a little every time one of those heads goes sailing off into space like a rotten pumpkin. You’ve got a wide streak of mischief in you, and a strange way, these milling herds of zombies are your sick playground and therapy, all rolled into one. Play on, slugger. .
Okay, this could be either of us, but this time it’s Anna-Liza. I just went on a book-ordering binge on paperbackswap.com. As extensive as my Nero Wolfe (Rex Stout – author) collection is, there are still some I don’t have and just possibly a couple or three I haven’t read! And there were some of those listed on paperbackswap. I had seven credits; now I’m down to one.
Never heard of paperbackswap.com? Heard of it but never checked it out? If you’re a reading fiend like Lyda and me, you really must take a good look. You post books you’re willing to trade. You send books people request to those people – only costs you postage. When you have credits (one per book traded, and they start you off with, I think, three once you’ve listed nine books), you browse their listings and order books you want, and then they show up in the mail! Easy! Fun! Almost free!
You can also set up a “wish list” of books you want that aren’t currently available, and the website will notify you when one of those books is entered in the system.
If you check it out, you like it, and you want to sign up, tell them Divina sent you. That’s my username over there, and I will get a credit if you sign up and list nine books.
Happy book hunting!
Filed under: Around the Blogiverse, Weirdness, personal growth | Tags: Havi Brooks
Anna-Liza here. You may have noticed my girl-crush on that I really enjoy Havi Brooks? Anyway, this post of hers got me thinking about my “other selves”. Not in the “Sybil” sense (I’m pretty sure, anyway), but in the “inner child or whatever-it-is” sense. (Oh, be sure to read this post of Havi’s first – the other one will make more sense that way. And it’s funny.)
I have *lots* of Other Selves. I frequently refer to myself (in certain contexts) as “we” or “us” and actually mean it. Here are a few that are most familiar to me (and easiest to describe).
Dancer Me is close to the surface. I love to dance and can usually “let her out” whenever dancing happens. She’s in better shape than I am currently (which doesn’t really say much), looks like I did in college as a drama major with lots of dance classes. Down to the leotard, the hair in the ponytail, the old cardigan and the legwarmers. She’s not afraid to shake her ass – not shaking it gets in the way of the dancing. I am currently knitting a pair of sexy legwarmers (no really, they are sexy). Could be related.
English Teacher Me: She has a name – Amanda Louise. She looks a bit like a “sexy librarian” - slim skirt, hair in a bun. Glasses. She’s not at all repressed, though. She has a sense of humor, will tolerate a lot of leeway in spoken language and casual writing, and she has no problem with the invention of new words to convey new flavors of ideas, but she gets *really* pissy when people use the words “action” or “architect” as verbs. She has a red pencil and isn’t afraid to use it. She knows why relying on SpellCheck is a really bad idea. She’d be a good “Jeopardy” player in certain categories.
Rock Star Me: You know the drill. Black leather. High heeled boots. Mostly a singer and bass player, but she monkeys around with drums pretty regularly and isn’t above the humble cowbell. Has a thing for lyrics that actually mean something. Frequently transforms into Lounge Singer Me – sparkly heels, slinky dress, long earrings, a microphone and a baby grand to lean against. Or just a spotlight on an otherwise dark stage.
Writer Me? I’m still not certain she exists, but now I suspect that she does and I’ve been pretending she doesn’t. She’s probably not Amanda Louise, but they talk a lot and have coffee together frequently. Or maybe she is Amanda Louise and just keeps this part a secret until I am less of a wimp!
Artist/crafter me: Just about as elusive as Writer Me. Loves making. Can put together something beautiful out of old scraps and maybe some paint. Is ready to try almost any creative activity, just to see what happens. Endlessly curious about the world. Looks … pretty much like me, but with smudges on hands and face and an old, stained apron with big pockets.
Crone me: Smart, wise, tough, white haired, wears bright colors, takes no shit from anyone, says exactly what she thinks. She won’t spare your feelings if she thinks it would be bad for you to spare them, but she won’t be unnecessarily unkind, either. Swears if that’ll put her point across. Cares about no one’s opinion but her own and God’s. Makes really beautiful things. Has all the other Mes integrated and working together, finally.
So what about you? You willing to “come out” with all your Other Yous? Maybe now you know you’re not the only one! (Heh).
