Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Monday, Monday

Neeeeed Cofffeeeeee!Image © The Indestructible Production Company; from 'Gerry Anderson's New Captain Scarlet'

Even though this was the weekend to "Fall Back," when Monday rolled around I was feeling like a total Zombie…again. This got me wondering: how could I tell that I wasn't dead already; how did I know that I wasn't really a zombie?

Thus disturbed, I resolved to test my theory on a suitable subject…

(The Critic): What are you supposed to be, a zombie? (Me, lurching up to the Critic with arms outstretched) That's what I'm trying to find out. (C): You're definitely weird. (M, exhales deeply in The Critic's face) (C): OMFG! Blech! Gag! (Turns green and starts coughing) (M): See? I must really be dead! I mean else how do you explain your reaction? (C): (cough, wheeze) Wait just a few (choke, cough, cough) minutes (deep breath) and you'll see the difference. (M): Opps! Look at the time, must be going! (Lurches off at a fast but dignified pace).

The good news is that I may not have to deal with Mondays any more…

Tags: zombie, monday, The Critic, violence

2 comments:

Jaime the Half-Tongue said...

Being a zombie would imply an eternity of Mondays...

Whatever said...

The good news is that, after a while, you wouldn't notice.