Evil Geek Top Five!

Finally, my brain has recovered enough from the zombie poem and boomer brain fog that I'm able to accept a blog award and decipher the instructions. Collete, from My Babcia's Babushka gave me this award:


I love it. You know I like hats and cats and yes, I know that's not a cat! I wonder if I the award could be altered to show this dog on the leash:

I eat small yappy dogs in one gulp.

I just LUV that big puppy.

OK. OK. Moving on....

The instructions are to list five obsessions and to pass the award to five bloggers. As with most blog awards, I don't exactly follow the instructions.

Evil Twin enters the room and bumps ReformingGeek off the couch and takes over the grey lap beast. She starts typing:

My Five Favorite Things
by ReformingGeek's Evil Twin

1. Beating up on ReformingGeek: That's right. Along with guilt trips, it's me that makes her run all the races and swim all those laps. She did a race last Saturday, a 10K, finishing with a 9:03 mile pace. She needs to run faster and get that time down under 9:00 minutes for the 10K. I'm kicking her butt in gear next week.

2. Smacking rude and/or snotty people with the backside of my hand: ReformingGeek has a big heart is too nice sometimes but every once in awhile, I get in there and make her lose it. Hehe. Then she feels bad. See #1.

3. Selling parts of ReformingGeek's body to science for money: Silly girl. She continues to look for her missing kidney.

4. Digging large holes to hide the bodies: Well, somebody has got to do it. "We" don't want to go to jail, right?

5. Working on the landing pad for the aliens: Each time they take me, they ask for a progress report. I'm trying. Sheesh! Give an evil twin a break. I spray paint the big "X" but then it rains or somebody mows.


ReformingGeek returns but Evil Twin won't let her see what was posted.

Sigh. Well, I sure hope she did OK. I don't want to lose followers.

Back to the award. I will pass it on to five great bloggers. Glancing over at my topless commenters, I grabbed a few of you and then had Cat find his favorites. (Remember that Cat is hard to please. You may be his favorite today, but tomorrow, you're food). I wave my wand upon the heads of:

Ettarose, from Sanity on Edge - A fabulous funny redhead!
Quirkyloon, from Musings of a Quirky Loon - A hilarious, loony flathead!
Otin, from Wizard of Otin - Head of story-writing class!
Hit 40, from Sane Without Drugs - Funny lady that leads a classroom full of blockheads math students!
Betty, from My Life in a Multi-Level - Her funnies will cure any headache!

At least I'm not serving head cheese today, 'K?

Enjoy your reward and if you need blog fodder, feel free to do the list of five whatever!

And for the rest of you, just so you don't feel left out, I brought you a flower:


One little vinca I planted last summer came back after recent rains. I'm impressed.

Geek Morphs into Zombie Poet

My BBFF (Best Blogging Friend Forever), Quirky, is having a contest this weekend. She is challenging her readers to write a poem about zombies. She said something about prizes. I'm hoping that the prize is a place in her climate-controlled bunker out in the Arizona desert. We need someplace to hide from those ferocious Arizona tornadoes...

OK, maybe it's more likely that we need to hide from the zombies. Cat would be very helpful in the bunker. He would make sure it is kept clear of all small rodents and larger bugs.

I think I'm off topic here....

The problem is that I've been zombie fodder for awhile now. Bits and pieces of my brain seem to have disappeared. I've already forgotten what this post is supposed to be about.

Oh yeah. A novel about zombies.

No, ReformingGeek, no. A POEM!

Oh. Right. Here goes:

O howz I love thee, letz me countz zee vays.

No, ReformingGeek, no. Quirky already did that one.

Oh. Right.

OK. Consider yourself warned. Here's my final answer:

Roses are red, violets are blue (great start, huh?)
The undead of the night are wanting for you.

Creatures known as zombies with bodies craving
Without a spirit to guide them, they are certainly misbehaving.

Count your fingers, count your toes.
Oh Dearz, have they taken your nose?

Where's little Johnny and his pet sheep Dan
Oopz! It looks like Johnny's in the frying pan.

ENOUGH, REFORMINGGEEK, ENOUGH!

OK. OK. Sorry, and no, I wasn't drinking.

Contest details can be found here. I hope you enjoyed your weekend poetry reading.