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Zombie HORROR!!
Jun. 14th, 2007 11:22 amYesterday, 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 :)
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 :)
