Brain Dead is a Time Suck

I suppose a good zombie would keep up with its posts on its eponymous blog. Garbage. I call shit on promptly-blogging zombies - what, you're working a monetization plan? Go back to bed, blogbie.

Admittedly, the state of being brain dead is indeed a massive time suck. Unlike all the other daily time sucks we endure (email, Facebook, Twitter, iPad advertisements), being brain dead wafts the true essence of time suck.

First, it makes email, Facebook, Twitter, etc. moot. You're brain dead after their delightful engagement, not before. If you're brain dead going in, why on earth are you checking tweets?

Second, brain dead (at least here in the Montage) is a permanent state. Schedules, task lists, Gantt charts, trending graphs and social media manifest destiny are all ground-in blobs of chewing gum in the sidewalk of life. REALITY: God help you if you're a San Francisco business owner near one of those blobbed sidewalks; for some reason you're required by city ordinance to keep it clean and shiny.

Note to zombieself: investigate the correlation between San Francisco's delusion that it's a Disney property and the ordinance-happy, zombiesque Board of Supervisors.

Ow. Reality hurts my dead brain.

In conclusion, brain dead means time passes means I go months without posting means absolutely nothing. I have reached zombie nirvana.