Pull up your pants, zombies are coming... and not in that way. That's gross you even thought of it like that!

                Thanks to the wonder of television I was recently able to ponder one of the important questions in like.  “Just what the hell am I going to do if there is a zombie apocalypse?”  This is an important issue as far as I am concerned.  A man needs a plan.  There are so many variables to think about.  And let’s be honest, folks.  It sure is a bit fun and amusing to think about such a crazy concept.

                First and foremost, I think that all the previous depictions of zombie outbreaks over exaggerate the population of zombies.  Why would I believe such a thing?   Well, the movies go and assume that the zombies will bite people who then turn into zombies who then turn more people into zombies.  What they always fail to realize is that those mother fuckers are hungry.  Zombies aren’t going to just stop after one bite and then move on to the next victim.  They are going to keep on chewing on their latest catch.  So, while they are pouncing on their fresh meat, some people will be able to get away.  My point is that their goal isn’t to bite and infect everything in sight.  They want to eat everything in sight.  Therefore, their numbers aren’t going to be as massive as one might expect.

                Yes, I am saying that I don’t think it will be that bad.   However, I am not saying that the zombie apocalypse would be easy.  One is going to have to be so fucking careful.  It doesn’t need to be said how easy one could put themselves in danger.  I’ve thought long and hard about all the things I would do to survive.  It is hard to figure out where I would begin to start.

                First of all, there is no way I am traveling in a large group of people.  That would be like driving a bacon truck through a fat camp.  They’d smell us a mile away.  Small groups are quieter.   They are harder to see.  Bigger groups are just that much more of a liability.  However, at the same time, I would not want to be alone during all of the madness.  One shouldn’t be going anywhere without someone having their back. 

                Having other people around will be great for one particular reason:  rest.   I couldn’t help but assume that it would be nearly impossible to get any sleep on my own.   Not only is it not very safe, but the anxiety alone might just kill me.  Who wants to worry about being devoured while they sleep?   Having at least one other person means that you can sleep in shifts.  Someone can keep guard.

                Another key detail I have sorted out is merely a matter of preparation.  I already know who I am getting on the phone with as soon as shit goes down.  That is, of course, if I am in Green Bay at the time of the outbreak.  I know someone who will have an arsenal to defend us against the zombies.  I sure as hell don’t have a damn thing that will do me any good.  You might think I would at least have a baseball bat, but nope.  All I have is this short and thick stick that I keep on hand in the event of a bear attack (another story in itself).  Someone with a few guns will come in handy.

                Now many people are immediately going to hop in their car to get out of dodge.  Bad idea.  Traffic will congest and once things get ugly, there will be road blocks eventually.  The best method of travel may be a motorcycle or ATV.   Better gas mileage and they can maneuver in smaller spaces.  An ATV would be able to go off road in a hurry.  The zombie won’t be able to keep up.

                A misconception about zombie survival is that you must get in a head shot to stop a zombie.  Granted, they work, they aren’t the only way to keep a zombie from attacking you.  A gun only has so many bullets, so the average survivalist would need another way to slow zombies down.  A good old fashioned crow bar or baseball bat could do the trick.  Zombies with broken limbs can’t really come at you or even crawl at you.  A shot to the knee with a bat is effective.  Otherwise loan sharks would use something else.  So, along with my guns I would keep a durable aluminum baseball bat.   It would also come in hand if any apocalyptic disputes would need to be settled in a sandlot. 

                An error that I see in most zombie movies is that people tend to flock to stores and malls when they need supplies.  That is an utterly stupid idea.  It has been established that zombies aren’t entirely stupid.  Somehow they can recall the gathering places for living people.  That is why they ransacked that mall in Dawn of the Dead.  They just know that people will be there.  If not there, then a grocery store.  Sure those places have plenty of food for you, but it would be the riskiest meal you ever found.  I wouldn’t want to risk there being any zombie puke all over my Hot Pockets.  If I were to go to a store it would be in a small town.  Everyone knows zombie zero in on the big cities.

                So, where would I get my supplies?  I would just steal them from empty houses.  It would be much easier to verify that a random house is secure and safe.  Jump in, check the cabinets, and get out of dodge.  Clothing and weapons would be readily available as well.  Hell, they would probably even be places to sleep at that point.  Zombies don’t hang out in houses because there are stairs and a lot of doors.  Much more complicated than a mall or public place.   They would also wander right by you without seeing a damn thing.   I’d sure as fuck barricade myself in though.

                There is a lot more I could ramble on about, but I won’t.   Many of you probably need to get back to work or maybe you just need to finish masturbating.  I don’t care either way.  You read this much, so you are okay with me.  Actually, I do care a bit if you were masturbating while reading a blog about the zombie apocalypse.  That means you are kind of a sick fuck.  Unless of course you can justify by saying that you are getting in all the masturbation you can now because when the zombies attack there won’t be time for that shit.  In that case, pound away.  I understand entirely.  Even if you did want to violate yourself after a zombie outbreak, you would be out of luck since the internet would eventually be down.  However, that doesn’t mean all communication would be down.  All sorts of government agencies have secret telegraphs hidden.  Those would still work.  Rotary phones would most likely work as well.  The only problem is that they would be loud as hell.  You’d want to get it on the first ring.

                I think my point in all this nonsense was to be a little optimistic for a change.  Life could be so much worse than it is right now.  Most of the world could be dead and/or the walking dead.  I could be holed up in a farmhouse somewhere in Pennsylvania.  The power grid could be destroyed.  There could be a world without baristas to bring me my pumpkin spice latte!  Basically, as bad as it is now, there could always be zombies to fuck it up even more.  And hell, even if there were zombies, there would be a silver lining.  At least I wouldn’t have to go to work, right?

The Walking Dead is actually very much alive in my eyes....

                I’ve had a lot of things I have wanted to gush about on this blog.   In true form, these things don’t have much to do with my own personal adventures and experiences.  Those haven’t been worth noting unless you find working 12 hour days to be sexy.   You, don’t , do you?  Because if you do, maybe we can meet up later.  Catch some dinner at Taco Burrito Mexico and maybe a budget movie after that?   Hell, we could even be real romantic and bump uglies behind a dumpster.  So, yeah, if that kind of thing tweaks your hormones, well, tweet me or some shit like that.

                Anywho, I want to touch base on something that impressed the utter shit out of me this weekend.   Not often does a premiere of a television show give me a geek boner.  I can only recall LOST and maybe Dollhouse doing that for me.  This past Sunday I was blown away by the premiere of The Walking Dead.

                How come it has taken this long for a zombie themed show to come to television?  Seriously?  It is a definitely workable idea.  They have made shows out of less, haven’t they?   Like Cavemen for example.   If a Geico commercial can become a show, then zombies should have been a television show years ago.  Perhaps the difficulty in developing such a show revolves around the fact that it couldn’t be done without being too graphic.  In recent years, basic cable has developed into a medium where networks can be more bold and risqué.  Networks like FX and Comedy Central have been dropping a few more swear words for years now.  Then AMC came along and decided that they could one up everyone with edgy and brilliant television.  Mad Men blows my mind with every new episode and their willingness to go just about anywhere with the story.  I should not have been surprised by what AMC did with The Walking Dead.

                I advise you to get your ass on Hulu right now to start watching it.  There is no point in avoiding it.  You’ll be hearing about it for awhile.  You will be impressed by how the standard run of the mill zombie apocalypse could be so interesting.  I could go into details about the characters and plot, but that would just take away from the fun that will come from utter surprise.  I probably should hit on what I loved about the show though.

                First of all, the show is brilliantly shot.  The cinematography is unparalleled for a television show.  The only ones I can recall being comparable are Mad Men and Lost.  It looks as good as any movie you will see this year.  It was shot with precision and love.  The camera work makes every scene that much better.

                The opening scene is just crazy awesome.  It is unlike any opening scene to a television show ever.  Hell, I don’t think any show has ever started off being that graphic.  It is creepy beyond belief and will suck you right in as it intended.  It would ruin it to tell you anymore.   Watch the first few minutes.  You’ll then keep watching.

                They don’t waste any time explaining the zombie mythology in The Walking Dead.  They know that we’ve all seen and heard the same shit over the years about zombies.  Most of it applies here and gets referenced in a way that isn’t preaching it to us as if we aren’t ignorant.  The audience is treated with respect and dignity.  The writers assumed we all were able to think critically.  This is apparently when we realize that the characters are not goofy caricatures and are in fact more complex than the solution to a zombie apocalypse.   

                Speaking of that, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of worry about curing the zombies or any of that typical save the world nonsense.  The people in this story are fighting for their lives every single day.  They don’t have time to worry about some scientific crap.  I imagine that the show portrays how it would be if shit were ever to go down in real life.  We wouldn’t have brainy nerds everywhere that could solve the problem by mixing some serums.  I love that the fate of the world has generally been accepted in The Walking Dead.  Now it’s a matter of survival.  That is good television right there.

                Finally, there was one scene nearly the last third of the episode that will tug at your heart a bit.   I never envisioned that a scene in a zombie show could be so poetic and meaningful.  This is when it struck me that this is a zombie franchise that is actually going to try.  That’s the problem with the horror genre.  Nobody really tries these days.  It is all about the quick buck.   The Walking Dead actually cares about the story it tells.  It is apparent to me that the zombie story is just the backdrop for real human drama.  To me, that is just plain awesome.

                There you have it.  My relentless endorsement of The Walking Dead.  I will be watching it every week until it finishes next month.  I am happy to say that it didn’t take long for something to fill the void left by Lost. 

The "normal" is just as important as the "para" part....

                If you didn’t see Paranormal Activity yet, you probably should be reading another blog right now.  If you didn’t like Paranormal Activity, well, then you also probably shouldn’t be reading this blog.  I write this for people who enjoy creative movies with legitimate scares that make you think twice about that sound coming from the other room.  Okay, I think we cleared out all of the riff raff.  Ten points goes to the reader who predicted that I would use the term “riff raff”.  Twenty additional points to those who guessed that I wasn’t wearing pants when I wrote those.

                Relax, you perverts.  I am wearing shorts.  Get your minds out of the gutter.  I need you to focus for a minute.  Take a deep breath.  Compose yourself.  Don’t get rattled. 

                You’ll probably need to compose yourself a few times during the viewing of Paranormal Activity 2.  There are some scenes that will literally surprise you.  What worked in the first movie works in the sequel, but is amped up a bit.  I use the term sequel loosely since the movie does take place a couple months before the first film.  It also features the sister of Katie from the first film and her family.  Needless to say, the entity from the first film starts its reign of terror on this unsuspecting family before it moves on the amply chested Katie (Katie Featherston) and her live-in instigating boyfriend, Micah (Micah Sloat).  The overall plot here isn’t worth ruining in a simple review.  Just trust me that some scary shit escalates for the family in question.  The cool part is how it all ties into the first.  That big reveal will make you go back and watch the first movie.

                What works with Paranormal Activity 2?   Most importantly, they make the family in question seem like your everyday cookie cutter people.  There is nothing too spectacular about them.  Nothing to love about them.  Nothing to hate about them.  You don’t wish harm upon them like you would have with Micah in the first film.  These people could be your family or the people living next door.  This added with the simplicity of the effects makes the movie hit home a little harder when the scary shit goes down.

                All of the scares in Paranormal Activity 2 are what I would call legit scares.   There are no bits where a cat jumps out at a tense moment.   Instead, strange shit happens in the intense moments.  Nothing comes cheap.  That is a relief for a horror movie.  In addition to the scares is the mere fact that there is a thick aura of suspense.  You are waiting the whole time to see what the paranormal entity is capable of and as to what its endgame is.  At any moment it could erupt into chaos.  That is the coolest thing about the Paranormal Activity franchise.  The creepy feeling the movies give you is well earned.

                I became especially fond of what I call the use of “redundancy shots”.  These are scenes in the movie often used to get us familiar with the setting and/or the characters living in the house.  You might assume they are a glimpse into the everyday life of the film’s family.   Technically, that is what they do.  However, they also set up the scares for later.  You become almost too familiar and comfortable with the surroundings, just as the family does.  Then…. BAM!  You just pissed yourself.

                Who doesn’t like being legitimately scared by a movie?  I highly recommend that you see Paranormal Activity 2 in an attempt to get the blood flowing.  It’ll work just as effectively as internet porn, only you won’ t need to clean up. 

McDreamy Could Never Take a Chair Shot..

I am a fan of professional wrestling.

                There.  I said it.  Publicly.  Over the interwebs.  It isn’t exactly a secret if you know me or you follow this blog.   I have been a fan since the mid 80s when I was just a wee little Licious in my hometown of Valders, Wisconsin.  The old school WWF was part of my childhood and teenage years.  It has been with me ever since and probably won’t ever go anywhere.

                Now I know there is a negative connotation associated with pro wrestling.  “It’s fake!” will be the first thing the ignorant people will blurt out when they just want to seem like they are better than you.  Okay.  You aren’t wrong.  However, if you are going to point out that it is fake, I will just point out the fact that professional wrestling is entertainment.  You know what else is fake and entertainment?  That Grey’s Anatomy that you’ve been watching.  So is Glee.  Law and Order?   That is fake and entertainment as well.   That stage play or ballet you just saw?   That ain’t real either.  Neither are the breasts on that stripper you are fawn at every Wednesday at amateur night.  

                The doubters then always like to throw out that wrestling is trying to make you think that it is real.  Hmmm.  Not really.  They call themselves “sports entertainment” for a reason.  Then again, when you are telling me how great this week’s episode of Community was, I don’t say “why do they try to make you think that stuff really happens at a community college?”  People accept it for what it is, a television show portraying a fictional story.  That is what pro wrestling is.  It is a fictional story with a live performance.   So, some of you need to stop insulting the intelligence of wrestling fans you associate with.  They know it isn’t real just like you know that a doctor couldn’t get away with all the shit that House does on a weekly basis.

                Last night I exercised my right to enjoy professional wrestling when WWE Monday Night RAW came to Green Bay.  I was able to snag a front row seat for the best view of a live show I ever had for anything.  It was going to be kick ass regardless, but being in the front row made it all the better.  I got some killer pictures which you may have seen on my facebook page.  It blows my mind when I go back and look at them.

                The pictures were a fantastic aspect of the experience, but another unique part of the pro wrestling experience is the potpourri of people that attend such events.  Seriously, it’s like a grab bag of personalities.  You will have the lifelong fans like me there.   Most of us are level headed and keep quiet.  Then you have the parents with their young kids.  They make up most of the audience.  The third main group of people are the ones who somehow got free tickets and don’t know what the hell they got themselves into.  Then there are the people who actually do think it is real.  They are the 40 year old mean/woman wearing wrestling shirts from 1996 and booing for all the bad guys and shameless pandering to the good guys, even if they are a little toolish.    Many of these guys still live with their mothers.   They also are the ones who may one day jump the security railing to attack a wrestler.   It is crazy, but you’d understand if you saw how rabid they can get.

                The most colorful of the pro wrestling fans are the ones I call “white trash” because there isn’t a better term to describe it.   Wrestling fans are on all ends of the socio-economical spectrum, but a good portion of them aren’t swimming in money.  They money they do have, they spend on Old Milwaukee when they should throw a few bucks toward the dental care for their four teeth.    They bring their bratty kids with them and then proceed to teach them how to be classless.  Want to hear a hateful slur?  These people will call the flamboyant stars the F word.  It is a walking freak show when they get riled up and into the show.  I am not sure if it is because of their general ugliness or because their shirts are one size too small.  A woman behind me fit this category.  She claimed to have driven two and a half hours just so she could make sexual advances towards John Morrison.  Her 80s hair and halter top may have given her a chance at a small independent show, but she wasn’t going to impress anyone on the current WWE roster.  I assume she did, however, manage to impress a truck driver on the way home.  Needless to say, this woman was just a minor portion of a large scale spectacle.

                All in all, WWE RAW was a hell of a time.  I got to see one of my favorite entertainment acts, get on national television, and people watch.  What more could I ask for? (Besides a Nexus shirt.  Damn them for not having any in my size!)

                Speaking of my signs, did anyone see them?   Here is what they read:

BRETT TEXTED ME

CENA NEEDS AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT

SHEAMUS > JARMOS

@wall2k4 is AWESOME

                That last one got me some tweets and new followers.  I am not sure if that is creepy or just AWESOME!!!!   

                I’ll let you decide.

Don't Ever Look Back.... well, except this one time :)

Seven years.  That is how long it had been since I had stepped foot in Valders, WI.  It is a typical Wisconsin village with a population of 948 people.  There is nothing special about it unless a shit ton of limestone gets you excited.   That might be the case for geologists and chalk companies, but not for anyone who grew up there.  So, in summation, Valders is a dinky little hole.

                Seriously, I didn’t ever realize just how empty Valders is.  Now that I have three years in Green Bay and seven in Whitewater under my belt, I can see just how bored I would be if I lived there.  This is especially alarming since I have often said that both Green Bay and Whitewater didn’t have much to offer as well.  It literally takes like 40 seconds to drive through town.  However, you do have to go 25 or the one cop in town will pull your ass over because he has nothing better to do.  Then again, if real crimes happened, he wouldn’t know how to deal with them.  Writing speeding tickets is easy.

                The local Piggly Wiggly in Valders turns out to be a lot smaller than I remember it being.  I must have become spoiled with the Super Wal-Marts and Woodman’s that I have had in my life since I went to college.  When I was a kid, the place seemed so damn big to me.  Hell, the entire town seemed big.  It is literally a 5-10 minute walk to anywhere you want to get.  The real laughable point about the grocery store is that it closes at 8 pm every night.  Holy crap!  I could not live in Valders at this point in my life.  I really appreciate the luxury of being able to get things when I want to.  The problem is that the gas stations aren’t even open past 11 pm.  There is just nothing there.   Now I know why most of the people at the reunion were living in other parts of the state.  

                On a side note, I am currently viewing the climactic ending of a SyFy Channel movie called Swamp Devil.  It is utterly exhilarating.  There is this giant man shaped creature made of plants chasing after some women played by actresses who aren’t good enough to be in real movies, but also not willing to run the train in the porno industry.  Everything I just told you makes it clear that this is not exactly “The Exorcist” that I am watching.  I am not exactly sure why I expect it to make any sense or to follow any code of logic, but I just found myself criticizing it as if I was let down.   All I understood of it is that for some reason this Swamp Devil couldn’t cross the county line.  In the 20 minutes I watched, they didn’t explain why this was.  There is a good chance that such a movie never bothered to explain it in the first place.  So, what is with the county line?  Was Swamp Devil released on bond before his day in court?   Is he wearing an ankle bracelet and is on house arrest?   Is there a restraining order?   Maybe a mystical curse doesn’t allow it?  Spoiler alert!  The monster jobs on a truck to attack a woman, but dies when it crosses the county line.  There.  Now you saved two hours.

                To get back on track, let me simplify this weekend’s events into one statement.  It was a relief.  There was a moment of enlightenment when I realized that we all were in the same boat.  Now, some people may have met their goals in life, but nobody from my class was living it large with a private jet with super models hanging from both arms.  Many of us were grinding out 40 hours a week in cubicles.  Others are busting their ass in a classroom.  Some are still furthering their education.  The thing we all seemed to have in common is that we are working hard for what we got.  Nobody suddenly fell into some money or found a career that has them immediately set for life.  The post college landscape was the same for all of us.  It was a relief to know that I was not alone.  However, I may be only one of two or three people to still own a Jon Waack Fan Club shirt.  Maybe I should get those reprinted and sell them on Ebay.  

Next time I should go with the Jeffrey Dahmer hairdo when I have an audition

On Tuesday night I went out and auditioned for a local improve group called Comedy City De Pere.  I prepared myself for several weeks by watching people do improve, by reading books about the subject matter, and by just being myself.  On Wednesday afternoon I got the email telling me of my fate.  I didn’t make the cut.  And it fucking sucks.

It really fucking sucks.  It sucks to epic proportions actually.  I was really looking forward to the potential opportunity doing something I really like to do (and think I am good at), making people laugh.  Unfortunately, that isn’t happening anytime soon.  Just thinking about it since mid day has made my stomach turn with disappointment. 

I utterly hate rejection.  Then again, that goes without saying.  Nobody likes it, do they?  Maybe some messed up people.  The whole idea of rejection is what stops me from doing a lot of things in life.   I don’t openly admit this often, but damn is it a real heavy cloud that hangs over me a lot of the time.  Fear of rejection drives me in the wrong direction more often than not.  Maybe it is my secret character flaw.  I dunno.  What I do know is that the past 12 hours have been a slight downer to me.  Now I know how Lindsay Lohan feels when her car’s breathalyzer won’t let her turn the key in the ignition.

An additional bummer of it all is that there seemed to be some cool people at that audition.  I was looking forward to getting to work with them and know them.  It isn’t often I get to meet new people anymore or even get out of the apartment for anything other than work or seeing a matinee on a Saturday afternoon with all the old people.  Meeting new people legitimately is much more fulfilling than stalking them over the internet.  Then again, stalking does have its own special brand of emotional fulfillment.  

I suppose I can try again in April.  Will I?  Can’t say yet.  I’ve been rejected once, so I imagine if it happened the next time around it wouldn’t sting so much.   Sheryl Crow was right when she said the first cut is the deepest.  However, a second cut could make the bleeding worse.  Let’s not blame Ms. Crow here.  She never did claim to be a medical professional.   She is right that you kind of need to just get over shit and move on.  I can do that.  Eventually.   At some point I will have to find the hole in my game plan and patch it up before April.  All I can do is regroup and refocus.  And remember the bribe money next time.

Making this all a little more depressing is that I am still trying to comprehend that horrific display by the Packers on Monday night.  18 penalties makes them qualified to play in the prison league (or Oakland).   That was some crazy fucking shit, wasn’t it?  Now, I can’t say that the Packers played worse than the Bears though.  The Bears should be worried.  They had a team giving up 160 penalty yards and dropping interceptions, but they still managed to barely squeek by.  If they played even remotely well, they should have won by 20.   The good news for the Packers is that even when they play like absolute shit, they keep it close.

Jermichael Finley was a bad ass mother fucker out there again.   He will be going to Hawaii at the end of the season.  However, I am sure he’d rather be in Arlington.  How pissed off would the Cowboys fans be to see the Packers play the Super Bowl in their stadium?  Maybe not as pissed off as they would be for an NFC East team, but I imagine that they would be pissed none the less.  I think that an opposing player needs to celebrate a touchdown by running to the blue star somewhere on the field and then crouch down as if they were taking a dump.  It is too bad that Najeh Davenport isn’t around anymore to do that.  

Have any of you seen “The Town” yet?  You probably should.  If you don’t, you are probably just a goon without any taste for good movies.  You probably shouldn’t be allowed to see movies in the theater.  You should stick to renting them seven months later from the off brand Redbox machine in the front of Woodman’s grocery stores.  However, you don’t deserve to see it without complications.  The disc probably needs to be scratched too, so you can think about your bad taste in movies.  

Now that the tangent is completed, let me say that I think that Ben Affleck guy sure knows how to direct a crime drama set in Boston.  You’ll also be impressed by Jeremy Renner’s ability to play loose cannons.  Only he could play a scene where his character shows his face to a man he shot just to let the man know he saw his face as well and do so in a way that makes the audience smile.  Personally, I was most impressed with my hetero man crush, Jon Hamm.  He plays an FBI agent with near ruthless tactics for getting the job done.  He completely separates himself from his role of Don Draper on “Mad Men”.  He didn’t need to distance himself that much because it might have been bad ass if he stuck it to someone’s secretary after having a mid day old fashioned at the office.   Then again, if we ask for too much we end up disappointed with the movie.

My quick hits for the week:

·         The Halloween costume is set.  I can’t reveal it quite yet, but it will involve some tanning.  Not to give anything away, but how tan does a person need to be to have the same skin complexion as Ron Jeremy?

·         The Healthcare reform law went into effect last Thursday.  I support the cause, but I don’t support all the dumb questions people are going to ask about it.

·         Is it wrong that I want to wander into Festival Foods and buy a cake for myself to eat?

·         Does anyone know the safest distance to follow a stranger in your car so that they don’t know they are being followed?

·         There is a possible hole in my exhaust.  Now my car is more annoying than a Bears fan yelling pleasant things to Nick Collins.

·         The Dexter season premiere didn’t do much for me, with the exception of the flashbacks.  Those were brilliantly done.  It baffled me how Dexter could suddenly be so stupid.   There was some sloppy writing.

·         Fox 11 news is doing a pumpkin carving photo contest.  I am so tempted to enter one of my creations.  I am open to take suggestions for this year’s design.

·         Everything ever grilled is 500% better if it is served on a pretzel roll.   I dare you to prove otherwise.

·         I participated in a flash mob tonight.  A unnamed friend of mind thought I called it a flash drive.  Nope.  Those don’t get people to stare at you.

·         Kwik Trip has surprisingly delicious pizza slices on sale for $1 each on Wednesdays.

·         The rumors of me attending a Zumba class are still false.  Unless you heard that I had mad dance moves or something.  Then that was me.