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it's been a while since I posted anything, but I feel a lot of fluid ideas brewing inside of me. Sometimes I wonder why do I write....it's kind f because it's freeing, and I sometimes like to look back on my creativity. Internet Gods please hold me to updating my blog. I would love to write about; my non existent love life, internet dating, my new place, and sex toys....(be that got your attention!)

Life and Zombies...

Hey All, I wrote this paper for my writing class a few semesters ago, and I wanted to share with the millions of people who read this site. Okay maybe just like 2 or 3. The paper is about me, and the things I need to work on about myself. “Sometimes I’am who I think I’am”…. My former self, before the world erupted in fire and zombies became my new neighbors. Some say former Vice President Dick Cheney ate a plate of tainted haggis and started the zombie pandemic. My family has managed to survive through ingenuity and sheer guts. When the looting started thank goodness they had me. I’m a comic book nerd, and knew that this would happen one day. I basically wrote the book on zombie survival. During the day we would scavenge for only essentials, we all knew we would be locked down for a while; Generators, batteries, a flat screen, can goods, and a few live chickens. All collected not too far from where all 29 of my parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews now reside. I’m glad we’ve suffered no causalities, but if this situation doesn’t change we may due to sheer insanity of proximity. Maybe my family has lasted this long because we have all seen each other’s dark side. We have celebrated what we believe to be our birthdays, and other milestones. We have long lost track of the days. We have also wept, mourned, and given up hope so many times. I try to help, and keep everyone together with random jokes, trivial facts, and impersonations. I’m running out of material, and I think I may just be an annoyance now. Before the pandemic started I attended college to be a psychologist, maybe my self-righteous need to help others is a projection on myself; A cry for attention to make myself feel better. I always felt I had a pretty good grasp on who I was. Before the end of the world I lived a pretty good life. I’ve lived on both ends of the spectrum. A hedonist turn born again believer in living without excess. As a teen I lived with my grandfather, and after he died he left my five siblings and I destitute, and indebted to his bookies. We worked hard to break even, and lived pretty substantial lifestyles after…till now. We were born to survive, but survival doesn’t come without its glitches. The glitches all started after my sisters “birthday” she was taking a long time to blow out the candle on her Twinkie, and I was getting rather agitated. We saved the sweets for special occasions and I have long been looking forward to this. With a cynical smile on my face, I looked up to horror and disgust on my family members faces. I didn’t realize I had said “She doesn’t deserve a Twinkie, she’s lazy and doesn’t pull her weight”. What was supposed to be a joyous moment, turned into one I would love to repress to the dark abyss of my mind. I had no idea I spoke those words aloud. While being scolded by my eldest sibling, I didn’t see how I was wrong. I was speaking the truth, and the truth should never be sugar coated. After seeing my sister’s face, and how I hurt her, my self-discovery begin. Maybe the slip of tongue was just what I needed. It’s not the first time word vomit has bested me, but this time was more poignant. The repercussions of my statement have a face, and assaulted me with a bitter slap of realization. My brother still found it to be quiet funny. Maybe he hasn’t reached his epiphany. When I muster up the courage to stare out the window, I find myself enraptured by the zombies. I often day dream that I am one of them walking contently in the pursuit of brains. Maybe being a zombie isn’t all that bad, the process of becoming one is. Although I don’t want to become anyone’s meal and I won’t be consuming haggis anytime soon. Usually in a daydream involving zombies a normal person would be frightened. I’m more so intrigued by the not so lore anymore. The freedom they represent excites me. They come and go as they please, they are free from worry, and are driven by what I believe to be sheer pleasure of flesh. Flesh is not at all appealing to me, but the insatiable desire for what you love can never get mundane. Being unafraid to embrace the darkness is the main focus of my thoughts. Even before the world ended I was cautious and lived in constant fear of my fellow man. I abstained from reading or watching the news for three years. The stories were always horrific, and made me realize that being kind and polite isn’t as normal as my elders taught me. My beacons of hope are now my memories. I try to remember the better times, but they are often cloudy and short lived. The whole ordeal has made me very reflective. An internal war has been waged on my subconscious and the repressed thoughts of my mind have been driven out, filling me with anxiety, fear, and self-doubt. I often think of myself as the leader of the group, but after a talk with my mother I have learned that I am indeed not. She let me know that I can often be a know-it-all, mean, and that my hubris is my downfall. I was taking aback thinking that I was being truthful, and witty. Qualities all leaders should possess. I learned that I was not being a beneficial member to our unit, and needed to snap back to reality. In order for use to work well as a unit I had to check my ego at the door. I was holding on to memories when in the end I had my health, sanity, and family. I have visited the darkest corners of my mind, and even witness horrible acts of cannibalism, and survival, but I feel I came out on top. I’m still sane and a work in progress. I still daydream about being a zombie, but the prospects of remaining a human seem less bleak. Dont mind my errors...this was just the first draft.

Just Jokes!

Coming to America Joke I refrenced in the last post. Read the last post before this, then picture me as an old Jewish guy!

Thai Sea Lounge Williamsburg, Brooklyn

I actually went to this restaurant years ago, so things may have changed, but this is my take on Brooklyn's Thai Sea restaurant. For some reason I forgot to upload this post.





It was a cold and gloomy night and I found myself waiting in front of Sea a Thai restaurant located in Williamsburg Brooklyn. The restaurant was very crowded and the crowd seemed young and hip. The restaurant was trendy and had chairs hanging from the ceiling, flat screens, and LOUD dance/pop music. The main attraction of the restaurant had to be the gigantic Buddha statue sitting behind a coy pond. The decor in the restaurant was modern, and pretty, but since it was very dark it was hard to take it all in. After an hour wait our party of 15 was finally seated. The menu was very easy to read and prices were excellent. The menu did not boast anything out of the ordinary, so I decided to try the Volcano Chicken. I thought it would be very spicy, so I assumed it would be right up my alley. Conversation at our table was very limited due to the LOUD music, and talking from other loud patrons. The drink list was very short and I found myself very displeased with the drink I ordered. The drink was very grainy and strong. I found myself sipping my beau's drink and poured what was left in my glass into his. A good 5 minutes the waiter came around with a plate of food and, I noticed he was carrying a gravy bowl full of fire (one of the coolest things I think I ever seen in my life.) He places my chicken on the table and pours the liquid fire over it. He should have warned me so I could have taken a picture, but he seemed to be in a rush. Needless to say it fizzled out before my bud could snap a flick I was just about ready to chow down, but I noticed something was missing. He forgot to give me a fork. *In my head I thought about reenacting the joke from "Coming to America" but decided against it. He goes to the kitchen and comes back with 15 plastic forks. What the hell am I going to do with a plastic fork and a half of baked chicken?
I believe the restaurant would be a nice experience if you go with a smaller party, and not so late in the evening. They also charge you a 20% tip for groups, which I do not think our servers deserved.
The food was just okay and the trek out to Brooklyn was long and hard (haha! that’s what she said)

What Grinds My Gears

1. People who place hot sauce and ketchup in their refrigerators. Why would you add a cold condiment to hot food? It confuses my mouth.

2. People who stand directly in front of train doors, and get upset when you push pass them. MOVE TO THE SIDE IDIOT.

3. People who can't take a hint. I was on the train last week studying for my psych test, when a 50 something guy tries to strike up a convo with me. I had my headphones on, a gazillion papers in my hand and a mean mug on my face. If that doesn’t say leave me the hell alone, I don’t know what does. I guess I'll just have to buy a shirt that says I Heart Murdering Strangers; maybe I won't be bothered then.

4. People who care more about animal rights than human rights. The will all die alone with their many cats.

5. Hipsters!!! (Need I say more?)

6. How Mr. Schuester never lets Mercedes shine on Glee. Rachel Berry is a JERK!!!

TV

I'm the biggest TV junkie there is, so I decided to give you a brief rundown of some of my favorite shows.



Dexter's (America's Favorite Serial Killer) seasons always started out really slow to me, but it will kick you in the balls in the end. I have not seen a season of Dexter that has topped season 4 with the Trinity Killer, but I'm still an avid watcher. I've been a fan of Michael C. Hall since he played on Six Feet Under. He does a grat job as an emotionless father/bed splatter expert/big brother and all around weird guy. I often wonder how some people on the show can see he's clearly a pyschopath while others can't




Boardwalk Empire is in its second season, and I love it. The characters are very layered and can have you cheering for them one minute, and cursing at them the next. The show involves a lot of talking and I wouldn't recommend the show for those that need a lot of action. Steve Buscemi does a bang up job as Enoch Nucky Thompson Atlantic City's Treasurer. While many of the characters seem him as greedy and egocentric, I see him as endearing and misunderstood. (Not to mention sexy) The HBO series is set in the 1920's and is filmed in New York City. Most of the footage is filmed in Brooklyn and a beach in Staten Island. The series has some major Hollywood backing with the likes of Martin Scorsese as Director, and Mark Whalberg as producer. (He seems to produce everything on HBO) The show has four more episodes to go before it season finale, so hurry up and watch!!! Again I don’t want to give a whole lot of info on these shows, because I’m not a spoiler, but check it out Sundays @ 9pm.

More Show Reviews to come!!!

Update!!

Whelp! A lot has changed since I started this blog. I know longer with children, and shifted to working with ladies with domestic violence issues. Before you all give a round of applause for my courageous and selfless work with the women STOP!!

I also started attending NYU (New York University) I applied on a whim and got in. Can we say life, and credit changing lol! I don't even want to think about my student loans. In the 3 shorts months I've been here I've learned, so much. College is not for everyone, but you won’t know that until you try. It took me a couple of years and tries, but I'm content with my decision.

Also things are going very well for my family. I currently have two sisters that are pregnant. They both wanted this for many years, and I'm glad God has blessed them. I still do not want kids, but I will spoil the crap out of my niece/nephew.

With that being sad let’s get into some fun stuff!!!