...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

So dudes, my wetsuit arrived today and because a) the postman woke me up early delivering it and b) you know, it's NEW and I get excited about new things, I had to go try it out in the sea. And then it started raining. And I was totally warm. It was great, I've only come back because the fog started rolling in and I couldn't see properly.

Also, my room is now approximately 40% less of a shambles than it was before - I got motivated to start unpacking when Johnny commented that 'It looks like an episode of Hoarders in here - maybe a Halloween episode or a special addition called "When Goths Go Wrong" or something.' Nothing like being compared to mentally ill, morbidly obese Americans to kick-start a person's clean-up efforts. It still kind of looks like a hurricane went crazy in a Forbidden Planet store, but slightly less so than it did before, so that's okay.

In other news, I discovered a while ago that a book I quite enjoyed, "Johannes Cabal the Detective", was actually the second in a series, the first being "Johannes Cabal the Necromancer." I just finished reading it and it was awesome. The same spooky, off-kilter world-building that you get in movies like NBX or the Corpse Bride, or books like Gloom Cookie or May Bird, but combined with a snarky narrative voice and the subtle mocking of it's own genre that Joss Whedon used to be so awesome at back in the day. I think I'll probably like the second one even more if I was to reread it now, aswell.

I have to go now, my mum is making ginger scones and I want to eat some before Buzz Lighthair gets there and steals them all. Laters!

Today started off as one of those days where it rains, then it clears up for about twenty minutes, just long enough for you to get your coat, shoes and bag, and as soon as you open the front door the weather gods HAMMER DOWN ON YOU from above. It cleared up about three o'clock, but I was deep into my book by that point, so I didn't go out til just before sunset. It was lovely though - I went to Port Erin beach, which faces West, and climbed down into the ruins of this old outdoor swimming pool and watched the sun set, then I bought jam, then I came home.

The book I was reading was Nekropolis by Tim Waggoner - it's about this zombie private detective, and the world he's created is basically the grown-up version of the one from Jodi Lynn Anderson's May Bird series (if you liked the Corpse Bride or the Nightmare Before Christmas, you should totally read the May Bird books, as they are awesome) and it was interesting and well-realised and the plot wasn't bad, but...

You guys, he had a love interest. An alive, human love interest. And he's a zombie. Sorry dudes, I don't care how brave or pure of heart or whatever he is, he is a ZOMBIE. Zombie/human romance is just gross. Probably I'm some kind of racist for thinking that, but OH WELL. Anyway, I ordered the second one in the series because creepy necrophiliac smoochies aside, it's pretty enjoyable.

On a final zombie-related note, I hope everyone else is enjoying Zombie Jesus Fest and eating lots of chocolate and/or brains, according to your religious preferences.