Isis

I love Burn Notice. Whenever I watch it, I want to be a spy. It would be so fun to rewire garage door openers to trap international men of mystery. Not to mention blowing things up and swimming in Miami.... and going to parties with money launderers and gun runners.

I could learn to make fruit smoothies and develop a more intensive skin-care regimen.

Pop tarts seem like such a good idea. They come in a lot of flavors (although the banana ones kind of seem weird). They're wrapped up in foil pouches so not too many will go stale at one time. You can toast them.

And they have a fun song, a web site, and a facebook community. Apparently the pop tarts there get up to all sorts of wacky high jinks such as rodeos and cooking.

I love pop tarts...

... but I can't buy any more because I promised the trainer ...

The common understanding of sheep is that they are passive and dumb. Certainly the sheep in the Looney Tunes cartoons fit this description, allowing themselves to be dragged off, still chewing, by whatever wolf happens to come by. Sure, the sheep dog protects them by beating up Wiley Coyote, but really, is that a way to live?

But what would happen if you were just smart enough to notice this but not to make a better plan?

In Monty Python's Flying Circus, a clever ...

Last night I read a book about zombies. Technically, I suppose it was about the heroine avoiding getting eaten by zombies, but the zombies were a major feature of the book anyway.

I find it hard to believe in zombies. Harder than believing in the Care Bears or Star Blazers or even Nipsy Russel.

But, really... an army of living dead who just mindlessly want to eat the living? That never die? And have no greater motivation than just eating people? Because they caught ...