Brief update. I've decided to start pretending the zombies are Bigfoot (Bigfeet? Bigfoots?) and seeing how that goes. Of the various possible Big Hairy Monster types a Bigfoot could inadvertantly transform into, I figure I'd like all of them a lot better than the zombies. So now I'm staring at them and envisioning them with fur. Who knows, it might work. After all, I turned them into zombies in the first place.
For the record, I just spotted a couple of them shambling down the hallway towards the housemate's room, but as I'm almost positive they're not real, I have elected not to do anything about it. I might regret that later, but on the whole probably not.
Additionally, please note the blogroll over there. Those of you who are there may now start anticipating the extra server capacity you'll need to accommodate the new .00003 hits you'll get a year from my blogrolling you. You're welcome. I may get around to sorting it eventually, but that's at the moment a pretty good representation of sites I hit every day that have little or nothing to do with origami, paper models, or fish. I kind of strung them together from my bookmarks list, so odds are good I skipped over a couple that I didn't mean to skip over. If you can think of something I missed, or something you think I ought to be reading, feel free to let me know. Also, if you're there and don't want to be associated with me, feel free to let me know that, too, and I'll remove you.
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Hmmm. I like that strategy. It leaves me wondering what I would turn any itinerant zombie hallucinations I ran across into, for my own mental well-being.
My initial reaction is some kind of cat-human hybrid. On thinking about it, I decided against it. I know I'm probably destined to be the neighborhood cat lady in my old age, but this would take it to a new extreme. And considering the difficulties I had getting my current kitties to use a scratching post (I eventually gave up and had them declawed, after they used ME as a scratching post one too many times), I probably can't afford either the new furniture or the vet bill.
I think I'm going to go with garden gnomes, or possibly elves. They're small, according to lore they usually hide, and who knows, I might get lucky and get the kind of gnomes/elves/faeries that repair things. As long as they don't fill my living room with shoes or something, we should get along fine.
Anyway, good luck with this. Like you said, you made them zombies, you should be able to make them... I'm going to go with bigfoots, I think.
Sasquatchians? Cascadian Yetis? Ron Jeremies?
Interestingly, to me anyway, one of my cats (the black and white one you've seen a picture of) is named for *both* a human-cat hybrid and the kind of faerie that cleans things up. Well, sort of. Her name is Iala-Tamtra, Iala being a word for a Romanian vampire cat thing that sucks the blood from humans. Tamtra is a type of brownie who makes horrible messes of anything left out of place while you sleep. Both are incredibly apt for her.
Being possibly one of your hairier readers (halfway between ZZ-Top and Cousin It), I'm not sure whether to be insulted. At any rate I look forward to future reports -- Dian-Fossey style -- about the antics and interactions of your yetis.
No insult intended. You should have met our last long-term partner. Oral sex and flossing all in one...
I'm pro-hairy hominid, on the whole.
Ah, now that you mention it my feeble brain remembers your post about lala. Sounds like an entertaining kitty you have there. Unfortunately I'm not very up on Romanian mythology. I really should look into it. I'm interested in all kinds of mythology, and my husband's family is Romanian and Hungarian.
So no possibility of setting the zombies on the housemate? I mean, what good are Yeti/Zombies if they can't terrorize an unwanted housemate?
Although, with all that fur they may just start using her shampoo...
Yeah, you know, even a Skunk Ape would have better taste than to go around smelling like her shampoo.
I may ask her this morning if she'd prefer to know when I spot things headed down the hall to her bedroom. With any luck she'll freak out.
I so totally suck to live with, I admit. Even the ZombieBigfeet will probably get sick of me ordering them back into the closet and threatening to picture them as the Easter Bunny and eventually go away. Not that I would complain.
Nah, from what I can see you're not that bad. I've had worse in a roommate.
The one who left religious literature on my desk, tried to wake me up for church at 6am on a WEDNESDAY (what the hell?) despite the fact that I had to get up for a chemistry lab at 7, and complained when I decided to hang the cards a friend was making me (one for each pagan holiday) on MY closet door, even though she had already covered the walls with 'God loves you' posters - she was fun.
There was also the one who ate my food but got mad if I ate a single grape of hers, and refused to do dishes or clean in any way. I eventually moved out after I got in trouble for having my boyfriend over (which I had received permission to do before we even moved in together) pretty much every time he showed up, including getting told that we should be quieter when having sex (which we didn't even do that night) on the same night that she was having sex with someone else's boyfriend.
I'd gladly trade changing my shampoo for someone I didn't want to throw through a window.
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