One Zombie Sunday

Okay, here’s the deal.

There’s this race I really want to run in. I’m only sort of a runner. Like, mostly I run on the treadmill, because it hurts less and I don’t trip as often as I do when I run outside. Plus, I don’t trust you people on the road- have you seen you drive?

The race is a 5k obstacle course. With zombies. Who try to eat your brains.

I know, awesome, right?

I’ve been asking around to try and find some people to run it with me. The race closest to where I live is just outside of Philly, on a Saturday in June. I’ll have to take two shows off work to do it, which means that anyone I work with would have to do the same (which means, Jonny, you can’t do it, because somebody still has to mix the show).

So far I have no takers. People at work don’t want to lose the shows. The young people in my house don’t want to exert the effort. The women that I train with- who are all fitter and younger than me- say they’re afraid of getting injured and then their households will fall apart without them. I hadn’t considered injury as a real possibility, but I am pretty sure that my household will be Just Fine if that happens.

The race is called Run For Your Lives. Are you in? Or am I gonna have to do this all by myself?

Don’t want to run ? You can be a zombie! Or a spectator. (Go Jules Go, I’m talkin’ to you!)

Photo by ismellsheep via WANA commons

That was your picture. Here are your links:

So this woman named Beth Howard lives in the house from the American Gothic painting. You know, the one with the pitchfork and the farmer father and his spinster daughter? Yeah, she totally lives there! She wrote this great book too, called Making Piece and is pretty much on a mission to make the world a better place through Pie. Yes, Pie with a capital P. She runs the Pitchfork Pie Stand at the American Gothic House and teaches all kinds of people how to make pie, including urban high school students. This just may be one of my favorite blog posts from anyone of all time.  Wuz Up Wit Dat Hip Hop Pie Class on The World Needs More Pie.

Did you know Home Depot has a bondage aisle? 5 Things I Learned in Philadelphia or How To Love Your Double Life on 50 Dates in 50 States.

I’m including this one for my high school kids and anybody who has ever had to write a stupid repetitive essay: Since The Beginning of Time Mankind Has Discussed on The Onion.

In Thailand, 6 feet vomiting is still less expensive than 3.5 feet bloody. Just so you know. 3.5 Feet of Bad Blood on The Good Greatsby.

And finally, I leave you with a video that my Cirque du Soleil stage manager friend hipped me to. As she said, Layoffs? Not Funny. This Video? Funny!

Happy Sunday.

One and Done #6

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. One picture and five links that are worth your time.

I took this picture through my dining room window, screen and all.

It’s not a Halloween decoration.

In my defense (and theirs), I will say that we have NO other bugs at my house. But spiders? Oh, we has them.

Here are your links.

Little kids playing Metallica = awesome. Watch this video and note that while there doesn’t seem to be a bass player, there are three guitar players, one of whom is playing left-handed, and the kid who gets the solo is a chick. Sweet! They’re all like ten years old. For my money, the singer who can’t say his R‘s yet makes it real. (Thanks for the link, Mike!)

Amy Stevens lives in Joplin, MO and was on the front line of this summer’s devastating tornado. What the hell does an ant have to do with surviving a tragedy? At her blog Life From The Trenches she tells you, in a most excellent way.

My friend Amy Neswald has gone back out on the road with a show. She’s dating her way across the country and blogging about it. On her blog 50 dates in 50 states she lays out the rules. This is going to be a fun one to follow.

Elena Aitken wrote a short story about best friends and breast cancer and I downloaded it for ninety-nine cents and read it at work, and then I got all weepy and had to pretend like I got hot sauce in my eye. It’s called Betty and Veronica and you should get it.

Okay. This link. My husband came across it on a website that I can’t mention by name because anyone who knows me knows that I don’t swear, and there’s profanity in the title of the website. HA! I even made my own self laugh there for a minute. It’s a good site with lots of links to a wide range of topics, plus pictures of naked women. THIS LINK CONTAINS NO NAKED WOMEN! The link is to a collection of terrible similes, metaphors, and analogies submitted by teachers, from actual papers they have had to grade, and it cracked me the hell heck up. Here’s a teaser from it: “His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.”

Do you have an awesomely bad metaphor you’d like to add to the list? Happy Sunday!