Zombies!

First, a review
George A. Romero invented the zombie films genre.
In 1968 he directed "Night of the Living Dead". Zombies back then were called ghouls. Weird. Anyway, the story was that zombies had taken over, with the film being shot inside a farm house with a bunch of people hiding in there while the zombies banged on the windows. It was rubbish.
In 1978, he directed "Dawn of the Dead". A bunch of people hide out in a shopping mall while the zombies try and get in. Cue really bad music. Really bad music. More slow moving lurching dead people, and over an hour of film where nothing actually happens apart from they try on clothes.
It was remade in 2004 and directed by Zack Snyder. One of the best films ever. Ever. More on that in a bit.
"Day of the Dead" in 1985 was much better. Scientists and a bunch of military types are hiding in a huge military underground bunker. It did rubbish when it was released, but easily the best. Weird that.

George A. Romero's latest film is "Land of the Dead". Hyped to hell (get it?) because of who he is, the film was bad. More lurching zombies.
It really didn't matter that the story was pants when it was on to a loser right from the start: the zombies were learning to think. Yawn...
And the idea that they could take over the world when they move so slow is just plain stupid.

Now, the remake of "Dawn of the Dead" was awesome. It was awesome because it was realistic and plausable. The zombies ran. Because they could run, they had a better chance of taking over the world. You get away from slow moving zombie, so you could just sit down and wait for them to lurch over to you, then stab them in the head.
When they run, you've got to be fast as well making it a whole lot harder.
Which brings me on to my second point...

Are you prepared?
I'm ready for zombie attack.
When they do come, I'm going to hope they lurch, because then I can survive better. If they can run it's going to be a proper nightmare.

But I'd be one of the survivors.

My house is always full of tins. My loft area can be converted into an impenetrable fortress should the zombies be able to run. Hiding would be the best option.
Packing my survival pack of batteries, radio, and tins of beans with those little sausages in them up into the loft, I could survive a zombie attack for weeks.
I'd use my extendable police baton as my weapon. It's short, which makes swinging it easy. It's light and compact to carry around, but is made of dense steel that will crush bone on contact.

Remember though, zombies are still flesh and bone. Exposed to the elements, the skin wouldn't last more than a few months; the skeletons wouldn't be able to stand.
Humans would win eventually.

I hope you all read these words and remember them.

My phone is killing me...Part 2

Tonight I made a phone call to Vodaphone. There's something not right with how much my bills are.
Since upgrading my phone, my phone bill has increased month on month.
In June it was £41.79.
July hit £49.40.
August was bad at £53.32.
My latest bill is a whopping £59.29.

Now I've looked at my bill properly, the kind man at Vodaphone confirmed something is wrong.
For me to be incurring these charges, I need to be making 10 hours of phone calls a month and sending over 300 texts. That's 10 texts a day.
I don't think so.

So tomorrow I phone Vodaphone again and talk to someone who can give me refunds. I reckon at least £50 is coming my way in over-charging, which is nice.

Brother gets married

What an awesome day. I was knackered by the end of it, but it was one of those days where you just look around and it just puts a smile of pride on your face.
My brother Paul looked awesome, and his wife Jamie (man that sounds weird) looked gorgeous.
Immediate family had matching suits, and my little sister Beth was a bridesmaid.

    

Today was pure class.
I've now got a sister-in-law, and my brother has a wife. It's pretty weird to say such things and think about it, because I look at my younger brothers and sister and don't see such things happening.
I still see Paul as the kid I used to play He-man toys and matchbox cars with. I was sat at his wedding thinking "Look at how far we've come" and I spent all day smiling.

It was also good to see people I'd not seen in ages, and just generally seeing everyone having a good time.
Most importantly, I looked great in a suit.

I'm proud of all my brothers and sister anyway, but yesterday Paul did really well.
It doesn't stop them all from smelling of wee though, and I'm still the best out of all of us :)

I took almost 200 pictures on my camera, and a number of videos on my phone. This little video of me and Joe "singing" the hymns is one of my favourites. Get it here.

Prophetic Dreams

pro·phet·ic Pronunciation Key (pr-ftk) adj.

Foretelling events as if by divine inspiration: casual words that proved prophetic.

There's a girl I've not talked to in a while. It was partly out of choice after she made the choice not to speak to me; if someone doesn't have time for me, I don't have time for them. Simple really.
The thing is, I missed saying hello.

She was in my dream a few weeks ago, standing around in a red dress. She never wears this colour red though. Anyway, last night, she was in my dreams again. In my dream, she was sat on a sofa at a house watching TV. The house was at some sort of party. I went to sit next to her, not saying anything, but then decided to ask her if I could change the channel, she said yes. She then asked me if I was talking to her again.
I don't remember much else about that part of the dream, but I remember seeing her again as I was stood outside wearing a black suit and black tie. I was waiting for something, I don't know what. I turned away a funeral car that said I should get in because I was going to be late. I was then arrested because I was standing next to a gang of wanted men. She was looking at me as I was taken away.

All in all a weird dream, but incredibly realistic as my dreams usually are.
I went to work later that night, and I just knew the girl who hadn't spoken to me in a couple of months would come and say hello.
She did, and I was glad because I've missed her saying hello.

She also asked me if I was talking to her again.

Not usually one for believing in weirdness, tonight scored highly.
But I wasn't in the least bit suprised by tonight or the fact I seemed to have dreamed about it.

In other news, the night was suprisingly busy. Yay me.

Birthday Boy

Happy birthday me.

I have four birthday cards on my mantlepiece, one with a badge which I shall wear with pride.
My only present (so far) is a sight-seeing book of New York, as I hope to go there in the next couple of months. I did buy myself a wireless web cam which would have been fun, but it didn't work with my router. My router is crap.

Birthdays are ace, I love them. I didn't used to like them because I used to dwell on how another year had past and I'd gotten a little bit older without doing anything more with myself.
That's changed in the last few years though, as I'm actually enjoying the age I'm at and enjoying getting older. People look and talk to you differently when you get older, in a good way.

Now to hit the internet and find me a birthday present.