Yes I know - I have been neglecting this blog for my other ventures, but I had Halloween AND The Walking Dead premiere keeping me busy. I have to say Halloween was one of the best yet. Of course I was a zombie - a fine looking zombie too.
The Walking Dead - I am still on the bench about that one. I think it is well done BUT still waiting for them to royally screw it up. Of course with any comic to film adaption there are little tweaks here and there, but nothing too major yet. There is still time though, but I am impressed that after only two episodes it has been picked up for a second season.
I have watched both episodes with friends that are not Zombie experts such as myself and they are enthralled with it. I was surprised. I love my friends but they have yet to grasp my love and affection for Zombies. They just do not understand the fascination. I can't really say I can explain it either, but it is there.
Enough of that though, I want to get into where my Zombie ramblings took me today. I happened across a news story today that said the people at John Hopkins have figured out away to permanently remove memories - particularly traumatic ones. Of course, they are aiming this at PTSD survivors (mainly Vets). As I listened and read more about this new discovery I could not help but feel ill at ease. To put it bluntly - screwing with the brain is just dangerous.
We only use around 10% of our brains and scientists are still not sure how that 10% works let alone the other 90%. Doctors still cannot explain Zombie-ism to a plausible point. I have been through traumatic events and have been diagnosed with PTSD, but I am not for this kind of treatment - even in extreme cases.
Memories make us who we are and each seed of memory grows attaching other memories and people with it. Sometimes these memories are good, some bad. What basically makes me uncomfortable about this is the fact that a section of a persons life will be missing. What if you met your best friend in the whole world OR the love of your life OR found a pet Zombie during a very traumatic event? You have this event removed then you have a blank spot in your history. You have people around you that you will have no explanation for them being in your life. You have an injury, a burn, or a missing limb with no explanation on how you got that way. You run into someone who has no idea you had the memory removed and they bring it up thinking you've lost your mind when you tell them you don't remember what they are speaking of. You have a pet Zombie in the back that you don't know about now and he shrivels up and dies from hunger or breaks loose killing your puppy Fluffy and your neighbor Florence. These things can happen. Do we lie to these people after they have their memory erased?
You can remove the memory from your brain but not from the people around you. The people around you still have the memory. Someone slips up when you ask a question or get confused, then what? You spaz because you can not remember what a person is referring too or you get ostracized because other people may be speaking of "it" or something relating to "it" and hush up when you come near. There are just too many variables for anyone to be okay with this.
Then I wondered - what happens if they mess up and remove the wrong thing? Is it gone forever or is it like a computer hard-drive where it can still be recovered but it is going to take some serious work? Can you imagine waking up still remembering the traumatic event but forgetting how to take a leak? Also, I can't help but wonder if a person has to go in for multiple treatments to have traumatic events removed from their psyche, will it cause damage? Anyone ever watch Heroes? Remember Claire's (the cheerleader) mom? The Haitian erased bits and pieces of her memory so many times that she ended up with a brain hematoma. What if by erasing one memory you triggered another one? The questions could go on and on. The answers I am finding unfortunately is that these are all risks, but they need to be taken in order to achieve the end result.
It really boils down to personal choice. Everyone's traumatic event is not the same as others. Some people handle traumatic events better and are able to move on, compartmentalize, and succeed in leading a semi-normal life. I also have seen the ones who have not been able to do any of this. They are locked in their memories and do not respond to any form of treatment. Again, it is a personal choice, but one that should not be taken lightly or hastily.
Then I started thinking about Zombies. They seem to have the memory of a goldfish - 3 seconds. Lucky bastards. Zombies see and experience some nastiness out in the wild, but it affects them none because they are goldfish, freaking goldfish. Oh to be a zombie with the brain of a goldfish.
Zombie Ramblings
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Zombie Love - they'll eat your heart out.
I sit and often wonder what it would be like if two Zombies were in love. I mean, Zombies aren't like Vampires. They don't live forever. They basically stay around until they rot completely and fall apart piece by piece - wretched way to go I would say. If you believe in evolution though that would mean even the undead would evolve eventually. Their brains possibly could not rot so much and even leave them with some basic sense of humanity - or whatever you might call it. They would stick to their own kind of course just like Vampires. Could they love though? It would be a tragic love in the end no matter how old or young the corpses were when they got together. They would constantly be hunted and have to worry about bits and pieces falling off here and there. Let's not even go into sex - yeesh. Though when it comes to Zombie sex I do hear "Zombie Prostitute" by Voltaire ringing through the air. Anyways, my mind is wandering to places it shouldn't - I'll stop now.
Random thought...
Have you ever sat and seriously pondered which one of your friends would be Zombies and which ones would be food? I have and I have broken it down to the following: Only Peter and Joe would be zombies, the rest of you - food. I believe the three of us would have a grand time being the only Zombies on this planet, that is until we ran out of food. I guess then we would eat each other. Joe would be the first to go; it's just his nature. Peter and I would would be the only two left. It would be an epic battle of Zombie against Zombie. Of course I would win, we all know this to be true. Then again, Zombies are just mindless creatures craving brains with no concept of friendship. Nice fantasy though.
Careful Sherlock
I am sure we have all learned the hard way that sometimes digging for answers gives us a truth we would rather not know. This can apply to matters of the heart and where your "fresh" produce comes from. I am inquisitive by nature so it is difficult for me to not search for answers if I feel I am being deceived. Zombies don't dig in though - they dig out and eat brains.
New blog...
So I am moving all of my ramblings and zombies to their own blog. I haven't decided if I am gonna shut my other one down. I may just use this one for my open forum. I bet Zombies get to have just one blog.
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