In cinema, a writing instrument being used as a weapon is not uncommon. Normally, this occurs when the writing implement is in the hands of, say, an experienced killer:
3. Jason Bourne uses a pen to gain advantage in a fight in The Bourne Identity.
2. Martin Blank uses a pen to kill a man in Grosse Point Blank
1. The Joker’s pencil trick from The Dark Knight
But, I’m not sure how this case fits into all this.
Because all I can draw are stick figures –
My Zombie Haiku from my twitter account (randomized order):
Hungry zombies stare / They sense the trapped meat is near / They will be ready
The horde creeps along / leaving torn limbs from victims / and some of their own
I face the undead / shotgun, machete in hand / Beheaded. Twitching.
I hate this system / Vista really sucks and blows / Zombies hate it, too.
I hear a knocking – / a vicious, awful knocking / I know what it is
Their moans pierce the night / rumbling reverberations / death’s cacophony!
As death takes its hold / My thoughts slow, consumed by brains / I sure am hungry
Intellectual / means nothing to the zombies / till they get your brain
Undead haiku-ers/ who love zombie haiku, lore / deserve their own group!
Brains are rubbery / And rather squeaky, bouncy / Yet zombies dig ’em.
The horde moans and shifts / to lumber after fresh meat / vict’ry by numbers
Zombies – empty slate/Full of zen, hunger – no hate/Who’s better? Us? Them?
Zombies bite and moan / Seeking brave eternity /One brain at a time
Hungry zombies moan / though their bellies are quite full / that’s just how they roll
I dream of zombies / Filling the streets with their moans / Bringing strange order.
Brains are rubbery / and a little bit chewy / but zombies love ’em
The hippocampus / is chock full of memories / it tastes bittersweet
Skull is obstinate / can’t reach the amygdala / cortex will do fine
Sitting in my cube / I wish the zombies were here / Sweet, undead release!
They slip on blood, bones / silly, sloppy zombies should / savor each morsel!
Brains drip down their chins / Catching on their rotting clothes / Zombies are messy
Knowing the undead / Is a comfort for my brain / zombies love haiku
A hungry zombie /Sees the skull as a Candy / Coating for the brain
My boss could learn from / zombies – scourges and ministers / simple: hunger, brains!
Emaciated / they moan from hunger and need / no humans remain
His nose fell right off / into the waiting zombies / they did not eat it
Zombies claw and bite/Purge the world of left and right/Freed by the undead!
Solidarity/ seems only for the undead/ zombies are lucky
brains brains brains brains brains / brains are quite the yummy thing / brains are quite tasty
Tequila is nice / my brain feels slow and squishy / zombies would love it
Zombies eat messy! / They don’t mind when mess tumbles – / they love messy brains.
The undead move slow / but are relentless – intent / on getting their brains
I hear them, moaning / on the phone, still in meetings / even beyond death!
The job rots my brain / I am not good zombie food / no winning for me!
The time will come soon / the zombie apocalypse – / headed right for us!
Zombies will nibble / fingers, toes, intestines, but – / they will gobble brains
The undead surround / shuffling bits of bone, flesh / fighting for the scraps
The streets are wet, dark / I hear the horde is near here / Can’t run, hide – or win.
At Union station / zombie victims move to death / unaware undead
Respect the zombies/ for they shall without doubt / all hail the undead
The skull, it goes crunch / These brains are tasty for lunch / One brain feeds a bunch
Their flesh peels, scraped off / their eyes are dull or missing / zombies are awesome
Zombies prey on us / we flee and cover our heads/ skulls aren’t strong enough!
Undead move in packs / mindless, untiring hunters / people hide in fear
Hungry zombies moan / for brains delicious and sweet / relentless seeking
Zombies greet the day / by cracking bones and moaning / they care not for time!
Zombies rant and rage / Eating brains inside my head / No more butterflies!
Meetings suck my brains / at these times I sympathize / with the zombie horde
Undead flesh sags, drips/Empty bellies cry for brains/Relentless, Restless.
No wall is so strong / that I can feel safe and sleep / too much death for dreams
Deterring zombies / from delicious brains is dumb. / They will take your brains!
My back is throbbing / it makes me shuffle and wince / I am easy prey.
Brains fill their nostrils / Zombies are ready to eat / Crunch, Slurp — Damn Good Meal!
Skulls are cracked open / revealing delicious brains / zombies rejoicing
Reanimated / putrescent corpses shamble / and the Earth smells dead.
It will get closer / And closer, ever closer / until we’re undead!
They are here for me / I see them through the key hole / I’m sure they want brains
How cool is it that this is what the desktop looks like rotating?
TOO COOL. THAT is how cool it is!
Now, I do.
Let me tell you the story in brief. I’ve been fascinated with Linux for a long time, attempting to run Suse (and successfully doing so) on Zombie for a while despite several key drivers being missing. Eventually I needed the support of my media card readers, and abandoned it, since even my feeble attempt at fixing the drivers only gave partial functionality.
Enter the two new computers we bought this weekend. Both are nice and have room to be upgrade (they are quite nice, I must say). My laptop came pr-installed with Windows Vista. Darren’s was a fresh hard drive, so it required a full install of any operating system it was going to use.
So, I attempted to install Windows Vista. This ended up being a three day saga. Why? Because the &%ing install takes over four hours. Seriously. I didn’t think it was possible, but essentially the shrinking on Vista is so effective, that it takes FOREVER to copy, and then unzip, the data files. And GOD HELP YOU if there is some kind of last minute failure. These last minute failures plagued the install I was attemping on Darren’s computer (named “Skynet1”).
While I was doing this, I started installing Ubuntu on my laptop while I was waiting.
Other than the partitioning bit (I’ll admit it, I had some alcohol in my system) which was a little counterintuitive, the install was completed in about 30 minutes.
Seriously. 30 minutes. No joke. And let me tell you, it’s slick. Even just looking at the difference in the size between the OS makes me wonder why I haven’t been honing my linux skills all along (to my credit, I used unix pretty exclusively for years when I was in college yet did not have a computer).
After I finally got Windows Vista (piece o’ shite) installed on Darren’s computer, I put on Ubuntu.
Do I Ubuntu? Yes, yes I do.