for elwood012

So. There was Zombie A, and there was Zombie B. They didn't really know each other, but that's kinda hard when all you do is shuffle around all day going "bleeearrrrgh." Of course, they weren't exactly smart enough to know each other, which helps.

At the moment, they were shuffling along in approximately the same direction, not really aware of each other beyond the recognition that someone going "bleeearrrrgh" was not food. Both were pretty much intact, and so it was more of a shuffle than a lurch. Still, they didn't know how to pick up their feet, so there was a problem when Zombie A came across an old tree stump. Since it wasn't moving and wasn't making any noise, the zombie ignored it, and, as a result, banged nastily against it, toppling at a diagonally sideways angle and knocking Zombie B down on its back in the process.

Zombie A tried an experimental bite at one of the lumpy things beneath its teeth that might be food. Zombie B tried an experimental grab at the thing on top of it that might be food. They tried a bit of moaning and groaning, because saying "bleeearrrrgh" got repetitive, even for a zombie. A random passerbye was entirely disturbed by the vaguely risqué happenings, but managed to get a good video clip before sneaking away.

And thus romance was born.

wheeee~~

I'm up again, being stupid over reading stuff (which I really shouldn't do, as I intend to go to Farmer's Market with friends tomorrow) but took a small break to figure out how to tie a loin cloth with a single piece of fabric, since I got accused of making one.

And the world was scarred.

Really. Only people who count as 'hot' even when naked can wear those things and look good.

Since one of my costume ideas involves a loin cloth, I guess I'd better become one of those people, hadn't I?

poke

So, my friend cancelled at the last moment, but I went anyway. Which was good. I ran into some other friends, including the sister of the one who didn't go, and we had strawberries and got flowers and they got a massage and I got sugar cane.

A good three feet plus of it, and mostly purple, which is how it's supposed to be. It's been a while since I munched on sugar-laden fiber, but I remember how to eat it. Namely, rip off a chunk with your teeth and mash it until it stops tasting good, and then spit out the rest. Sugar cane's a lot like bamboo, only softer and not hollow.

I'd forgotten that it also tastes somewhat like coconut.

Or maybe that's just me.