Zombies Ate My...

I wagged blogging yesterday due to being ridiculously busy all day and ridiculously tired by evening. This will happen from time to time. If I don't update between 6pm and 12am, I am probably not updating that day! Just thought you ought to know!

1: There were four male zombies. Two of them looked exactly the same to me - hair, mannerisms, all; young-looking, light-haired faces and the same emo-inspired fringe and sweep. The other two (myself and the black guy) both had dreadlocks, mine a wig.
2: The make-up artist who did me was the spitting image of Erin W., formerly from college.
3: The crew are more likely to recognise me and stop for a chat than the cast are.
4: The blond guy - I don't know his name - bumped his head on the shed door twice, in front of us all. I laughed because this happens to me. All the time.
5: One of the other extras wouldn't stop telling stories. About that one time he was five minutes late and they freaked out on him, about that one time they forgot to tell the extras that they were free to come grab some food...his experiences have not been so pleasant for him, then?
6: If you would like to see shamelessly wide eyes and a lot of people quickly looking away the moment you turn toward them, wear zombie makeup on public transport.
7: I got hounded by the Lost Dog's Home again. She asked if I'd been to a zombie parade. I told her I'd been acting in a "short film". It seemed simpler.
8: The poor old lady was invisible until she started grunting at me. She couldn't say "please let me through"; she could only mutter as she got off at the following stop. It made me sad.
9: There were two pink dudes in the same match on Rumble Pit. Both of them pink and purple. One of them left the party three games sooner than the other.
10: A Canadian on Rumble Pit this afternoon thought that an Australian was British. Canadian whined and complained all morning about how that grenade was "miles away" and about the "cowardly f***in' faggots" who use power weapons. The Aussie replied; "I thought you were going to take me down? I thought I was British and that I was going to get shat all over? Oh, you died again...so, you're Canadian, eh?"
11: Two women - in their 40's, I'm guessing - went to buy their groceries in two transactions. At the end of the second, I was distracted - something had gone wrong with the receipt printer on Raj's register, and in the ten seconds it took me to work out what he was asking, the ladies took their groceries and vanished without paying. I hoped they'd realize and come back before nine. They didn't.
12: Today I sat down on the tram with my headphones on. Five minutes later, a guy falls on me and whacks my head against the window frame. That thing is a square of solid metal. "Sorry, sorry", he says, and gets off at the next stop, leaving me with a sore head and a boggle-eyed gaze burned into my memory. Twenty minutes later, a pudgy hipster chick does the exact same thing.
13: There was a cat playing sentinel down the back alleys I take home. It took notice of me when I stopped, to the side of it, and stared for a couple of seconds. It kept watching me as I moved on.


Strangely, I don't have any work stories today. I figure twice six is nearly breaking even for two days; that'll have to do it for now. Anyway; if you know where I was on Thursday, don't mention it by name in the comments section. I'd prefer it not to show up in searches. Bye!