Ensconced in my mother’s house in Hatfield, MA, where I spent most of my formative years, I’ve had a lot of time to think. There’s a lot of memories here, and a lot less of my normal distractions. And though I have a lot of things I probably should be thinking about—work, money, high school for Ali, saving for bail for David—I find that my mind invariably drifts to its favorite subject of late:
Can’t get enough of them. Games, movies, books, graphic novels, TV shows—I just love ’em. I think The Walking Dead is the best show out there right now. Max Brooks should get the Pulitzer for World War Z. I’ve got two zombie flash games running concurrently on my laptop, Plants vs. Zombies on my PC and Dead Island on the XBox. I already beat Left for Dead and Dead Rising.
Is it growing older and facing the inevitable specter of death or is it just a temporary fad for me like chia pets or day trading? Bears thinking about. Guess I’ll have to use my braaaaiiiiiiiins. Braaiiiiiiinnnnnnns. Braaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnsssssssss.