It's Tuesday, which means, time again for another Random Shit Tuesday!
The Blogger commenting snafu appears to be resolved.
I love tomatoes. Love 'em! Just thought that needed to be said.
The National Harbor features Movies on the Potomac every Sunday night. This month's theme is 80's Classics. The line-up? Ghost Busters, The Goonies, Back to the Future, and Gremlins. Do I need to say more?
I've been playing a lot of Xbox recently. More specifically, I've been playing a lot of Left 4 Dead 2. For those of you who are unaware, this is a zombie killing game. Let's forget for a moment that video games make me very violent and cause me to curse... a lot, they also have another affect on me.
In any given location, I now find myself scoping out the exits, the dark corners and the prime zombie killing spots. I look for weapons and possible barriers. I evaluate the people around me for both mental and physical weaknesses, thus determining who will become a teammate, and who will become bait. You know, for when the zombies strike.
Hold on tight. These fuckers like to ride you. And ride hard they do.
I hear a kid squeal and I whip my head around and say, "Holy shit. That sounds like a Jockey. Where is it?" I hear a woman sobbing and I freeze and whisper, "Whoa. Shhh. It's a witch. Don't disturb her. Those things are vicious."
I should probably put the controller down for a while.
I'm currently living in a hugemongo 3-story house. We're talking a house so big all of my previous residences could fit inside it (not all at once, of course). We're talking 3,500+ sq. ft. Huge, folks, huge. I'm not bragging about this, trust me. I never, ever wanted to live in a house like this, in such a severely impersonal housing development. It sucks. It also happens to be "temporary" so for the moment, I make do.
This is the kind of house that horror movies are set in. A serial killer's wet dream.
Last night (we're talking after midnight here, so I guess, technically, it was really early this morning), I was watching TV in the living room and writing my latest Previously on OBG post while watching cheesy, late night movies and TV (read: Hook and That 70's Show). At some point, I heard a noise coming from the kitchen that sounded kind of, sort of like a bump, or a knock (please note, there was only one other person and a dog in the house at the time, and both were tucked away, upstairs, fast asleep). As nighttime TV viewing can often be freak-out, paranoia time, I chalked the noise up to my wild imagination and returned my attention back to my laptop.
Then I heard a noise that sounded like a door closing. Or opening. At this point I became slightly concerned about whether or not we locked the back door after grilling that evening. I muted the TV, sat really, really still, and, hearing no other noises, I once again chalked it up to my imagination and the surround sound speakers in the living room. After a couple more mystery noises from the kitchen (which is in plain sight from the living room as are both the front and back doors), I heard nothing more. I eventually shut things down, double-checked the door locks and went upstairs to bed.
When I went downstairs this morning, Gregarious insisted on showing me something outside. We went outside, and there, plain as day, were muddy shoe tracks across the driveway. It appeared that they came from the back of the house, went up to the garage, and then across the driveway to the side of the house.
Needless to say, I WAS FREAKED THE FUCK OUT!
At this point I filled Gregarious in on my experience the previous evening. Before Gregarious left for work, I made sure I had a fresh battery in my taser, and he showed me where his shotgun lives and brought his machete out from the closet (I can only assume in the event that zombies show up as Gregarious is well aware of my melee zombie-killing skills).
Coach's zombie-slaughtering weapon of choice is, of course, the baseball bat.
And now I'm holed up in my room, armed and dangerous. I'll be here all day folks. At least until someone comes home. Then I might wander down to the kitchen for some food.