In a moment of madness I asked my twitter followers what they’d like me to write about. They said a Sexocalypse. Yeah. So, that’s what I’m doing. Needless to say this is probably not safe for work.
A few days ago, Tavia sent me a link to a story that disturbed me. Actually, it freaked me the hell out, and kicked up my paranoia by a few many notches. You know how we’ve all pretty much said that a zombie apocalypse is unlikely? We might be wrong about that. Because the zombie… Read More »
Usually a zombie is clearly a zombie. But sometimes you’re not sure if it’s paranoia cocking your gun and pointing it at your friend’s head or logical detachment. He has a wound and it’s bloody. No one, not even him or the zombie whose attack he just survived can be sure he hasn’t been exposed.… Read More »