Disclaimer: Blog Like Its the End of the World Day

[nekosensei]

Disclaimer: This is Blog Like its the End of the World Day. All of what I'm posting is fictional. Do not freak out!



Update 1: We’re running low on ammo. There’s just too many of them.

Udpate2: This is the way it all ends, huh?

Update 3: I am hungry and tired, yet still I go on…

Update 4: My name is nekosensei. I’m 30 years old. I’m doubly-- possibly triply-- lucky to be alive. I’m happy for the life that I have still flowing through my veins. I’m going to keep on fighting for that life, no matter what it takes, even though I have to go through hell and back, because it truly is a beautiful thing. I love being able to think, and feel, and laugh. I love the taste of chocolate and sushi, the sunshine on my face, the rumble of thunderstorms, a warm summer breeze, and snuggling with my husband. I love to read, and to learn, and to try new things. And I’m going to keep fighting: for my family, for my friends, for acquaintances, for strangers on the street, for the next generation…and there will be a next generation. I know it. I feel it in my gut. Mankind, in some shape or form, will persevere.

The internet is shutting down as power grids drop like flies. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to post anymore. I leave you with a song. Don’t give up hope. Good night and good luck.

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." -- Albert Camus







More Meta: Okay...that's a wrap. I'm shutting it down early tonight because doomsey and I are going to a party tonight. Par-tay! Whoo hoo!

Huh? What? Where was I?

I apologize to those people who I freaked out in my first couple of posts. I was trying to accomplish something that I've seen in some works of Magic Realism, which is essentially taking something outlandish and describing it as if it were real. *cough* Isabel Allende...Gabriel García Márquez...Alejo Carpentier (to some extent). *cough* I started out with mundane things I write about every day (my garden, going shopping, my ipod), things that are familiar to me to make it sound more authentic, and gradually moving it into the absurd. I didn't quite realize that writing about me getting attacked by a bum would freak people out so much, and I probably should have. I thought that, by that point, I was making it so fanciful, so out there, that nobody would take it seriously. I also always imagined that that's how a zombie attack would begin. A couple of isolated incidents here and there...some random attacks...nobody knowing exactly what was going on...and then boom! Crisis! In the process, I pulled an Orson Wells on some people. From now on, I have to be better about using disclaimers...especially, as one friend put it, in light of the spate of bad luck I've been having with my health.

Also, I used to do a lot of story writing in high school and college, and in the past five years, I've moved away from that. I've been lamenting this for quiet awhile now, especially because many of the people who read my stories really enjoyed them.

One of the things I've considered is using LJ to start telling stories, and this was somewhat of an experiment. I've discovered that it really is an ideal medium for it because you can link to music, videos, news stories, and other blogs. You can also make sock-puppets to introduce new characters. There's a lot more room for creativity than just writing a story using a word processor.

I've recently started an account, which I'm probably going to end up changing the name of as I continue to develop my character and my plot. I also have several pages of notes put together for the story I want to tell. (I've had a lot of ideas over the past year or two, but I'm lazy and stupid and I didn't write them down. And lately, I've been cooking up of a a lot of shit while I'm out on my walks. And this is probably where the idea for this latest story came from...while I was out on a walk. I also blame the Neil Gaiman book I've been reading while dong my gardening too). It's all a matter of motivating myself to sit down and do it. See...there...I've said it. Maybe people will light a fire under my butt and encourage me to write the damn thing already.

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[jackytar.livejournal.com]

Don't feel too bad; I think quite a few of us wound up inadvertently freaking out family and friends. I just got a "more in sorrow than anger" one from my Mum, because byzantine_lady had phoned her, all concerned about me after about post #3 or 4. That's when I borrowed your disclaimer and retrofitted it to my posts, too.