Monthly Archives: September 2015

Drug(s) of choice

Drugs were never my thing. I remember back in high school the way many people drifted through their days stoned out of their gourds. Red-eyed and slow-witted they were, which I did not want to be (although a pair of crappy hard contact lens that I wore then did redden my eyes which led classmates to frequently accuse me of being high. Grrr.). Anyway, like I was saying, stoned-n-stupid didn’t appeal to me. I liked my mind and wanted to keep it the way it was not spaced-out and fried the way I saw it affect others. Nothing about smoking weed looked attractive or tempting.

When cocaine became a fairly commonplace drug, I have to admit the high it was said to give did sound rather appealing – that is, the euphoric feeling of confidence that you could do anything. Mind racing with ideas, getting stuff done. Going UP and happy as opposed to DOWN and mellow. No, no, never tried it. I wouldn’t have on my no-drugs philosophy but maybe because I thought I might like something like that (give me a healthy, unharmful, non-addictive equivalent and I expect I’d be all over it like a happy clam. The effect of sunshine is the closest I’ve come). I should mention that my cheap frugal ways always made me a poor candidate for a drug habit had I even wanted one.

I bring the above talk about drugs up because I was thinking how I keep my addictive, compulsive leanings to fairly benign areas. For instance, I cannot have potato chips, fritos©, tortilla chips, doritos©, candy, cake, donuts, pie, ice cream, or anything of that ilk in my house. Basically any sweet, salty, or greasy treat. Can’t do it. Not unless I’ve made peace with the idea that I’m going to gobble it up in short order. Now people look at me – tall, lean, athletic – and don’t believe it. But it’s true. I let myself buy a bag of potato chips about twice a year. I stand in the grocery aisle and read the back label. Typically, it’ll say something like 150 calories per serving and “10” servings per bag. Yes, most of us know that servings business on snacks is laughable (like it’ll say 7 or 8 chips is a serving). I do the quick, basic math and I pretty much know I’ll be wolfing down a not-especially-healthy, extra 1500 calories in about 2 days. I don’t kid myself about how I’ll “ration” it out and “make it last”. When I do buy it, I generally have enough willpower to make a bag into 2 or 3 servings – i.e,, making it last 2 or 3 days – but no more than that.

It’s the same story with any other (rare) treat I bring home. I become obsessed with its presence. I cannot forget if there is a frozen Pepperidge Farm© cake. Or a bag of tortilla chips in the cabinet. Or some Turkey Hill© icecream in the freezer. They are like the beating heart in Poe’s wall, thumping loudly, beckoning to me, impossible to ignore. Sometimes I shove them to the back of the shelf and move other foods (like a nice bag of frozen broccoli or a bag of flour) in front of them so I don’t see my temptresses. If I see them, forget it.

When I visit other people’s homes and they actually muse over whether or not they have a bag of chips, for example, I am shocked. How can they not know if they have potato chips?!? Or maybe they have an abandoned box of donuts sitting on the counter. Who are these people?!? Clearly not me.

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The clothes make the zombie

I watch The Walking Dead. I have pretty strong feelings about it. The characters are so well drawn and the concepts explored are riveting – all the central themes of human existence. Not to mention the show is visually stellar – I totally believe it. It is gory for me so I avert my eyes a lot. That said, after five seasons, I’m used to the zombies to the point where I get distracted by what they’re wearing. What can I say, I like clothes and I always look at what people are wearing, often with an eye for how I’d style them. I’ve started zeroing in on what the dead people have got on and trying to decide if it makes sense.

To my eye, the zombie ladies wear an awful lot of long, shapeless skirts. This confuses me. For one, most of the action has been based in and around Atlanta. It’s not the tropics but it’s a moderate region weather-wise. It’s not like there’s been any snow storms in any of the shows. I question whether women in Atlanta would really be wearing so many long skirts. Or whether women in and around a major U.S. city would be so lacking in style. Where are the short skirts? Denim shorts? Zombie club outfits? Even if you allow the zombies seen aren’t necessarily from Atlanta or even Georgia, they’d almost certainly be from nearby, i.e., warm weather, states. Do women in the South wear so many dowdy long skirts? I’m offended on their behalf!

There isn’t a lot of variety in zombie attire in general, even allowing that their clothes are invariably dirty and mangy looking, and therefore more uniform in appearance. Unless I’m mistaken (and I admit I wasn’t always watching carefully) I don’t think I’ve seen one male zombie with low-hanging pants and boxers hanging out. Or a zombie lady in a bikini. Or one in a tiara. Or some loser in a “I hate fat chicks” t-shirt. Well, why not?

Now, whenever a “herd” of zombies show up in a scene, I find myself scanning their outfits. Looking for something just a bit different. I’m not really sure what this says about me…