I saw this today, thought of you.

http://www.zombieharmony.com/

The zombie of your dreams could be out there. Take a chance man.

I’ve been thinking about our recent battle against a crazy anti-zombie wannabe necromancer. Normally taking on a bunch of zombies isn’t a big deal to me. I’m pretty strong for a zombie myself. But I had a scare during that battle when Desmond lost consciousness. CherryPop tells me that it was touch and go with him for a while there. I wouldn’t know. When Desmond loses consciousness, so do I. I don’t mean the kind of consciousness you lose when you go to bed for the night. I mean, near death-type consciousness. It’s different.

In a sense I belong to Desmond. In the old days, I would call him Master and would be his slave. Necromancers have evolved, fortunately. But the connection that binds a true zombie like me to his or her necromancer can be severed at any time. Like during a crucial battle with a bunch of zombies in which my young charge and everyone she loves is at stake.

It’s not very handy. It makes me feel vulnerable. Like I can’t do the job I was Raised to do - protect CherryPop. I gave up a lot to keep her safe. To know that it might all be pointless if, while I’m protecting her, I can just drop like a bag of bricks if my necromancer dies too? It’s harsh. And it’s been bothering me.

CherryPop is irritated with me pestering her to update her blog so I got fed up and had her set me up on it. I’ll be posting during her lulls. It’s important to keep up interest in Zombie rights and frankly, I’m more of a technonerd than she is. Cherry’s all about action. Get out there and do it, not sit at a desk and talk about doing it.

Oh she’ll still post if I have to tie her to the desk to do it. But there actually is a lot going on right now. There’s the whole ghost thing over at Arthur’s. No progress there and Eleanor’s getting antsy. Then Des came to me the other day and told me he’s starting to get worried about the dead. Now, Des is a laidback kind of guy. For him to be worried about something usually means it’s time to duck and cover. he and Cherry are out right now at LesMortes trying out some rituals with Charlotte to try and get one or two bodies to talk to them and find out what’s stirring them up.

Why am I not with them? I never go with CherryPop when she’s working with Des. For some reason known only to Yoda, the dead don’t like me. Ironic? Yes it is. Actually they don’t much cotton to True Zombies in general, not just me. It’s my theory that they’re jealous once they discover they have to go back into the ground when Des is finished.

So I’m killing time until they finish up, and I’ll meet them later and take over CherryPop watch (She hates it when I call it that.) I just checked her blog and noticed she’s been a little slacker. We will have words about that later on.

This is the neatest thing ever. Alex, a reader around here, sent in his idea of what Liam looks like and Liam is totally in love with it:

Liam says, and I quote, “I look like a real badass! Cool!” Thanks Alex! Liam’s going to be impossible now.

So I’m hanging out with a vampire and a zombie and it struck me that that probably sounds weird to the casual passerby to this website. So I made a couple new pages for the site that will hopefully explain things a little better. And Liam made me include a one-click stop for the Zombie FAQ instead of spreading it out in a bunch of posts. Practical as always, that’s Liam. You can find the new stuff over there on the right or across the top of the page.

My friend Simone is also around atm. She thinks me having this blog is silly because people are just going to think I’m a little bit insane taking about vampires and zombies and necromancers and ghosts and all that stuff. The world has taken centuries to coming around the fact that the Shadow World exists and there will always be folks who want to deny it.

I can’t say I disagree, but if I don’t get out there, get visible and tell my stories of the life I lead, then there will always be fear and fear leads to anger and all that Yoda stuff. I believe that if the world can know zombies like Liam and vampires like Simone - hell even vamps like Arthur (who can take the whole “Dracula” image to the extreme because he thinks it’s funny) then that could a big step to acceptance. I think Simone’s just cynical. By rights, I should be too. I’ve dealt with the fear and denial by the ‘normals’ my whole life and have witnessed firsthand how destructive they can be. I want to put a stop to that if I can.

So I’ll continue to blog and answer questions and tell my stories. If you, dear reader, think I’m a nutjob well, that’s your prerogative.

Things have been calm for the past few days. There’s been no movement on the Zombie Bill and so we’re in the planning stages of another protest. But I think I will keep the details of that to myself. I really don’t want a repeat of what happened at the last one.

I was just thinking today about how out of the norm my life might seem to the casual passer-by to this website. I mean, yeah ok, there have been some unusual events happening to me all my life beginning with being named ‘CherryPop’ but that’s a post for another day :)  Although, I am shocked, SHOCKED I tell you, to discover that sometimes strippers go by my name. Who knew? Thanks Mom!

But seriously… I went from a cute toddler to a cute toddler who needed bodyguard to protect me from the baddies out there. A zombie bodyguard. A zombie bodyguard who died saving my life. If you’ve read my previous posts, you may have deduced that Liam is the zombie bodyguard in question. And if you’re new to my site, well, Liam is my zombie bodyguard. He’s always nearby and over the years we’ve grown into being friends. I’ve learned to listen to him when he tells me to duck, and he’s learned that I can be a stubborn <insert expletive here> when I want to be. We deal.

So yeah. Occasionally I have to hide or go on the run depending on who’s after me. Sometimes I make a stand. I’m tired of running to be honest. Sometimes I work the Wicca with Mom. Sometimes I speak to the dead with Dad. But other times we’ll all curl up and watch a ballgame or have barbecues with friends.

I don’t really now where I meant to end up in this post. Sometimes I just write, you know? No telling stories, no talking about how I ran out of toothpaste this morning.  Just a ramble. It’s nice. Sometimes.

Whahey I’m back! Liam bet me I’d blog once and forget it. Ha. He owes me now. Besides, I kind of dig blogging. Where else can I ramble to my heart’s content?

What is going on right now? Well we are getting ready for a rally at city hall tomorrow. I’m spending this evening painting the signs and polishing up my speech. The fact that I am blogging instead of doing either of those things just shows I am the queen of procrastination. I believe in what we’re doing, but I’m terrified of public speaking and I was never any good at coloring.

But I look at Liam, and I remember what he went through after he was raised by my father the night he died and I find my fears to be petty. Liam and zombies like him deserve the same rights they enjoyed when they were alive. We’ve got such a long way to go in overcoming the stereotypes, but it will happen.

The rally is being held after dusk so that the vampires can join us. I’m hoping Lucy can make it but she’s been having problems rising that early. I’m not sure why.

Oh, who’s Lucy? My best friend. She got vamped a couple of years ago and it wasn’t pretty. Eesh. That was a rough few months let me tell you. But that’s a story for another post. I’d better get to work.