Well folks, got my tux on, used A LOT of deodorant and super glue, and now it’s off to the reunion.
If you want to see how everything plays out make sure to tune in to GHOST WHISPERER, tonight at 8pm et/pt on CBS, with guest star Jamie Bamber from BATTLESTAR GALACTICA.
It’s going to be a reunion that no one will forget!
Friday, February 23, 2007
The BIG NIGHT
No comments huh? Guess you guys are really attached to Bryan…well tough, because I’m in control now, but I swear, I’m not a bad guy…really, I’m not.
Unfortunately I didn’t do anything all that crazy last night as I was drained of my energy engaging of a tug of war with Bryan over sole control of his body. All in all, it was probably good that I kept it low key, because tonight is the “BIG NIGHT.”
Since you guys have been such devoted readers of this blog, I will let you in on a little secret. Tonight, I’m going to my and Bryan’s high school reunion because there’s something there that I have to do. Let’s just hope this body can make it there in one piece. I did make a much-needed improvement to this body however. I mean seriously, it’s not like I could’ve gone out in public with duct tape all over my body, super glue was much more aesthetically pleasing. Now all I need is a little cologne and I’m good to go.
I know most people dread their high school reunions, any ideas why I’m so looking forward to mine? Have any of you already been to your high school reunion or really looking forward to going to it? What should I expect?
Unfortunately I didn’t do anything all that crazy last night as I was drained of my energy engaging of a tug of war with Bryan over sole control of his body. All in all, it was probably good that I kept it low key, because tonight is the “BIG NIGHT.”
Since you guys have been such devoted readers of this blog, I will let you in on a little secret. Tonight, I’m going to my and Bryan’s high school reunion because there’s something there that I have to do. Let’s just hope this body can make it there in one piece. I did make a much-needed improvement to this body however. I mean seriously, it’s not like I could’ve gone out in public with duct tape all over my body, super glue was much more aesthetically pleasing. Now all I need is a little cologne and I’m good to go.
I know most people dread their high school reunions, any ideas why I’m so looking forward to mine? Have any of you already been to your high school reunion or really looking forward to going to it? What should I expect?
Thursday, February 22, 2007
There's a New Sheriff in Town
Blogging, huh? I have to admit, before I settled into Bryan’s skin – heh, literally – I didn’t know what the hell blogging was. But I think I’ve gotten the hang of it. Lord knows Bryan couldn’t pry himself (US, that is) away from the keyboard the past couple of days. Such a wuss. Really the kid has bigger issues than little ol’ me taking over his body. Anyway. Without further ado…hello bloggers! I’m Mr. Hyde to Bryan’s Dr. Jekyll… but you guys can call me Jason.
The fist through the shower wall…yeah that was me stretching my wings and getting a feel for what it was like to control a dead body. It’s actually pretty fantastic once you get beyond the post mortem obstacles like the rigor mortis and decaying. And believe me, it was no accident that I chose Bryan Curtis’ body, he and I go way back, and when I saw that his body was available for the taking, well let’s just say it fit into my plan perfectly. Now I can’t reveal what I have in store. That would ruin the surprise…
I will tell you this though, I have to act pretty soon because I don’t know how much longer Bryan’s body has got left…his right ear is holding on by a thread, not a pretty sight…Aside from my ultimate plan, anybody else have any ideas how I can paint the town red with this body while it’s still in one piece? Where are the cool clubs in town? The crazier the better!
The fist through the shower wall…yeah that was me stretching my wings and getting a feel for what it was like to control a dead body. It’s actually pretty fantastic once you get beyond the post mortem obstacles like the rigor mortis and decaying. And believe me, it was no accident that I chose Bryan Curtis’ body, he and I go way back, and when I saw that his body was available for the taking, well let’s just say it fit into my plan perfectly. Now I can’t reveal what I have in store. That would ruin the surprise…
I will tell you this though, I have to act pretty soon because I don’t know how much longer Bryan’s body has got left…his right ear is holding on by a thread, not a pretty sight…Aside from my ultimate plan, anybody else have any ideas how I can paint the town red with this body while it’s still in one piece? Where are the cool clubs in town? The crazier the better!
The World Through Zombie Eyes
So I guess by now I should be getting used to be being one of the walking dead right? Wrong! Let me just say this…I’m running out of duct tape! I need a more effective solution to my problem, any ideas?
My plan of staying out of society’s sight hit a major bump in the road when my sister came over to take Leo out for a walk. I was sitting on the couch when I heard the front door begin to unlock. I quickly ran and hid in the closet, R. Kelly style, just as my sister, Sarah, entered the apartment. She immediately commented about the smell, thanks Sis, asking, “It smells like something died in here Leo.” Normally I would give Sarah points for irony, but I was not at all amused. As Sarah was trying to figure out how the television turned on, Leo came over to my hiding spot and began scratching at the door of the closet. If I was still able to produce sweat, rest assured I would’ve been sweating bullets. My sister not thinking too much of it, assumed that Leo just really wanted to go outside and went ahead and took him for my walk. Luckily, she brought Leo back and left without spotting me.
Should I have said something to my sister? What do you think her reaction would’ve been? Scared? Would she be happy to know that I’m still kind of alive? What if whatever is possessing me tries to hurt her?
Some new developments that I have been noticing in my decaying state, is that my senses have all become depleted due to the neurons in brain not firing on all cylinders. I noticed it especially when I was watching television, when my brain couldn’t keep up with the quickly changing images on the screen, not to mention the fact that all the sounds I have been hearing seem to be in slow motion, The only way I can describe it is that it’s like my brain is a train coming to a complete stop, which makes me afraid of what happens to me when my brain comes to a complete stop.
I’m afraid that the end of this blog might not be too far off…so if you have any burning questions that you would like to ask a member of the walking dead, do it now, because I don’t know how much time I have left!
My plan of staying out of society’s sight hit a major bump in the road when my sister came over to take Leo out for a walk. I was sitting on the couch when I heard the front door begin to unlock. I quickly ran and hid in the closet, R. Kelly style, just as my sister, Sarah, entered the apartment. She immediately commented about the smell, thanks Sis, asking, “It smells like something died in here Leo.” Normally I would give Sarah points for irony, but I was not at all amused. As Sarah was trying to figure out how the television turned on, Leo came over to my hiding spot and began scratching at the door of the closet. If I was still able to produce sweat, rest assured I would’ve been sweating bullets. My sister not thinking too much of it, assumed that Leo just really wanted to go outside and went ahead and took him for my walk. Luckily, she brought Leo back and left without spotting me.
Should I have said something to my sister? What do you think her reaction would’ve been? Scared? Would she be happy to know that I’m still kind of alive? What if whatever is possessing me tries to hurt her?
Some new developments that I have been noticing in my decaying state, is that my senses have all become depleted due to the neurons in brain not firing on all cylinders. I noticed it especially when I was watching television, when my brain couldn’t keep up with the quickly changing images on the screen, not to mention the fact that all the sounds I have been hearing seem to be in slow motion, The only way I can describe it is that it’s like my brain is a train coming to a complete stop, which makes me afraid of what happens to me when my brain comes to a complete stop.
I’m afraid that the end of this blog might not be too far off…so if you have any burning questions that you would like to ask a member of the walking dead, do it now, because I don’t know how much time I have left!
The Need to Feed?
A few people have inquired about the eating habits of the walking dead, and I’m here to give you the answer. When I finally accepted my fate as a zombie, I was afraid that I would start developing an unsavory appetite for flesh. Well I haven’t eaten Leo yet and since he’s the only other flesh I’ve been around other then my own, I’m hoping I’m in the clear.
In fact, I haven’t been hungry at all, which according to Jonathan is because my body is no longer going through its normal processes (i.e. blood flow, protein breakdown, burning calories) that lead to hunger.
It’s a shame really…cause I used to love me a good filet, but who knows, maybe I could grow to love a good filet o’ flesh. Heeeere Leo, heeeeere boy…
Seriously speaking though, any zombie experts out there have any suggestions of what I could eat other than the obvious in case I do happen to get hungry???
In fact, I haven’t been hungry at all, which according to Jonathan is because my body is no longer going through its normal processes (i.e. blood flow, protein breakdown, burning calories) that lead to hunger.
It’s a shame really…cause I used to love me a good filet, but who knows, maybe I could grow to love a good filet o’ flesh. Heeeere Leo, heeeeere boy…
Seriously speaking though, any zombie experts out there have any suggestions of what I could eat other than the obvious in case I do happen to get hungry???
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Confusion Sets In...
First off, thanks to all who posted advice and info for me. Jonathan, you really sound like you know your stuff, and thanks for the bit of foreshadowing because as I was writing this installment of the blog…my right index finger fell off…no blood though, so I guess that’s a good thing. I took Mikey’s advice and duct taped it back on, good as new…for now. However I’m really not looking forward to keeping a roll of duct tape with me at all times! I guess that’s the least of my worries though.
Just as I finally started getting used to the idea of being one of the walking dead, it’s not the rigor mortis that has become an issue but the fact that I no longer have control over my body!
If this sounds strange to you, think how I feel! I decided to take a shower, hoping that it may help mask my decaying odor, and when I went to reach for the shampoo, I punched my fist through the shower wall. Only I didn’t punch my fist through anything, it was as if someone else was controlling my arm. Am I being possessed? Can zombies, I mean, the walking dead become possessed? And if so…why me?
Now I’m getting really nervous because I don’t know what my body is capable of when I’m not in control of it. I’m scared I might hurt somebody.
Just as I finally started getting used to the idea of being one of the walking dead, it’s not the rigor mortis that has become an issue but the fact that I no longer have control over my body!
If this sounds strange to you, think how I feel! I decided to take a shower, hoping that it may help mask my decaying odor, and when I went to reach for the shampoo, I punched my fist through the shower wall. Only I didn’t punch my fist through anything, it was as if someone else was controlling my arm. Am I being possessed? Can zombies, I mean, the walking dead become possessed? And if so…why me?
Now I’m getting really nervous because I don’t know what my body is capable of when I’m not in control of it. I’m scared I might hurt somebody.
Dead Man Walking...
Okay…so I’m kind of over this being dead thing. I managed to sneak out of the morgue and make it back to my apartment, even though I got a lot of strange looks along the way. I guess smelling like rotting meat is one way to make heads turn, not exactly the way I wanted to go about it, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers right?
Anyway, I opened the door to my apartment expecting to be greeted by my loving yellow lab, Leo, only to find that when Leo came to the door, it was like he didn’t even recognize me. He started to growl like I was an intruder, and believe me Leo is no attack dog. I tried to calm Leo down by assuring him it was me, Bryan, but to no avail; that was until Leo got a whiff of my stench and went running for the bedroom. Just seems weird that Leo couldn’t recognize me, I mean I don’t look THAT different. He reacted like I was a complete stranger.
Would I classify myself as a zombie? I don’t know to be honest with you. I mean I never in my wildest imagination thought I would be referring to myself using the Z-word. If I am dead, which it most likely seems like I am, I’d prefer to refer to myself as the “walking dead,” sounds more pleasant than “zombie.” I can tell you this; I haven’t developed a hunger to eat brains or anything. Although I did do a little research and found out that the reason my muscles seem to be tightening up is because I’m suffering from rigor mortis, which is the stiffening of the muscle tissue within the first twenty-four hours of death. Man, this just keeps getting better and better…
Can I live a normal life like this? Any suggestions as to how I can blend in with the rest of society and go about my life…er…afterlife?
Anyway, I opened the door to my apartment expecting to be greeted by my loving yellow lab, Leo, only to find that when Leo came to the door, it was like he didn’t even recognize me. He started to growl like I was an intruder, and believe me Leo is no attack dog. I tried to calm Leo down by assuring him it was me, Bryan, but to no avail; that was until Leo got a whiff of my stench and went running for the bedroom. Just seems weird that Leo couldn’t recognize me, I mean I don’t look THAT different. He reacted like I was a complete stranger.
Would I classify myself as a zombie? I don’t know to be honest with you. I mean I never in my wildest imagination thought I would be referring to myself using the Z-word. If I am dead, which it most likely seems like I am, I’d prefer to refer to myself as the “walking dead,” sounds more pleasant than “zombie.” I can tell you this; I haven’t developed a hunger to eat brains or anything. Although I did do a little research and found out that the reason my muscles seem to be tightening up is because I’m suffering from rigor mortis, which is the stiffening of the muscle tissue within the first twenty-four hours of death. Man, this just keeps getting better and better…
Can I live a normal life like this? Any suggestions as to how I can blend in with the rest of society and go about my life…er…afterlife?
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