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mikailborg ([personal profile] mikailborg) wrote2007-06-14 11:22 am
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Zombie HORROR!!

Yesterday, of course, was 'blog like it's the end of the world' day. Several people I know were caught a bit off guard, especially when reading the better-written entries. I'm interested that most of the zombiepocalypse bloggers posted as if they expected to survive all this, and with convincing feeling rather than easy melodrama. Frankly, this was more fun than NaNoWriMo as far as I'm concerned.

But I wrote in mine about 'going mad' with the shock of what's happening. I tried to imagine the other day a horrific event that would 'drive me mad'. There's not a lot I can imagine - I mean, I can imagine being terrified, sickened, appalled, but not driven insane by an event. The very sight of Cthulhu was supposed to do this, or the reading of his forbidden books; but I suspect that had more to do with the awful realization that such things could exist in a universe of which we'd pridefully assumed we were the supreme center.

Last week I read about a story involving a 100-foot-long house with a 110-foot-long hallway inside!!! For a while, i thought that might be my road - how would my scientific, skeptical mind embrace this physical impossibility? It might DRIVE ME MAD!

But maybe not. I have a built-in error-protection routine for these situations, which is to simply say "There's something going on here that I don't understand." If I "know" that you can't fit 110 feet of corridor in 100 feet of domicile, but I am forced by the evidence of my own measuring tape to concede that that's what seems to be happening, I don't need to shriek "That's IMPOSSIBLE!" and run from the building, I need only admit that I can't explain this, and start looking for answers.

A zombie can scare me, might consume me, but can't make me admit there isn't an explanation somewhere :)

[identity profile] twistdfateangel.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that what that was? Nuts! I missed it!

*goes to retropost*

[identity profile] eeedge.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess part of it, too, would depend on what you saw as "mad."

I can imagine myself being driven into catatonia by the sight of my children either as zombies or being ripped apart by zombies.

You could also argue that characters like the Punisher or Jon Sable were driven "mad" by the loss of their families. They lack concern for their own well being and they can kill coldly as a result.

[identity profile] meiran.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
House of Leaves, eh? Tell me if you like it, I've heard mixed reports.

I have to say, that the reason that I couldn't blog properly about it all yesterday was because I'm too much of a writer. I was sitting here thinking about the completly impossibility of a consistent, worldwide, all-at-once outbreak. So then I started thinking about the different flavors of zombies, how they would react, what I could do, and I just couldn't really write properly without being analytical about it all.

The thing that threw it all off course was thinking about back home. My hometown would be one of the last places hit, so actually I would try to evacuate to Southwest VA as soon as possible, or try to get into downtown D.C. which is overpopulated to be sure, but one fo the first places to be saved I'd wager.

But then I start thinking about my materialistic nature and wanting to save my stuff, and then I have NIGHTMARES (I'm not exaggerating) about packing up my stuff and trying to rescue my photos before something hits and freaking out and it's not worth it.

My long explanation of why I didn't blog ; )

An Open Mind

[identity profile] ptownhiker.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the idea of an open mind as a "built-in error-protection routine". Going mad from witnessing a strange event could only happen to someone who is locked into a belief and cannot imagine the monstrosity/impossibility before his or her eyes. I hear people talk on television about the comfort of having a solid foundation of belief, but I think that is too limiting. I would rather step through shifting sands of ideas and beliefs about what is the world. I like to consider the seemingly impossible; I like to process the myriad ideas and beliefs I come into contact with.
I imagine that zombies like open minds...

[identity profile] rattrap.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I started to take part, but once I figured out how to hijack the Bradley and get into the Congressional Bunker, I realized I was being way too rational and pragmatic for a horror movie.

Oh, and in the best Ellen Ripley tradition, I even managed to save the cat...

re: Cthulhu

[identity profile] nviiibrown.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno, literature from between 1850-1930 seems to automatically assume a surprisingly low threshhold for sanity. Maybe it's a funciton of mental health diagnoses of the era, but "went mad" seems to be about as common a phrase as "got arthitis".

[identity profile] kittykatya.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I posted as if I hoped to survive, but there was doubt. The mental state was also deteriorating (or at least I hope that was somewhat obvious -- the "you all thought I was mad..." type opening is usually a good clue. :D)

It was a lot of fun to write, but I had to FL the entry since my family reads my blog; no good in having them think I had really barricaded myself in with Alex. ;D

[identity profile] epawtows.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
As for the hallway- my assumption is that it had at least one corner or bend in it?

'Pecial Relativity

[identity profile] jameshroberts.livejournal.com 2007-06-15 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
You can fit 110 feet of hallway in a 100 ft house if the tape being used to measure the hallway is moving at relativistic velocities along the direction of measurement. There are practical difficulties with that, but it's not physcially impossible.