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Zombie Shirts, Recliners and Mercenary Ops

    Hey, everyone. With great power comes great responsibility. Uncle Ben says that all the time. As the foremost zombie killer in the South, I have to keep the zombie hordes at bay. Someone gave me a shirt for Christmas, in recognition of my skills. (Shown above.) I also received an I-Tunes gift card, so I combined the two. I put on my new shirt and bought some zombie games and went on a campaign to remove the zombie menace from a creepy mansion. With my stash of I-Tunes cash, I splurged on new weaponry and commenced harsh retribution on the undead. I am glad my new shirt is black because these flowers from outer space were spitting green slime at me. They also were dropping huge spiders that blew apart when I blasted them. A messy job.
     Luckily, earlier in the day, we had taken down the Christmas tree and put my recliner back in it's hole. Exhausted by zombie battling, I felt obligated to recline and take a nap, ensuring that the chair still worked properly.
    In other news, I bought an app that is really a book, or a book that is sold as an app. I am speaking of the Dr. Seuss books that are on sale for 99 cents. As you know, Dr. Seuss books are cool as a moose. I bought Green Eggs and Ham. I streamed it to my 60 inch TV via Apple TV. There is a choice in the app where you can have the book read to you or you can read it yourself. I let it do the page movement and reading on the TV and really enjoyed it. Each word lights up as it is read so that a youngster can learn to read. If you tap the I-Pad, it will tell you what that object is. If you tap the boy(?), it will tell you that he is "Sam I Am", for instance. You will quickly learn that you can eat the aforementioned eggs with a fox, or you can eat them in a box.
      Since we rarely have children around the place, it is farfetched to say that I am buying these books for someone else. So, hey, I'll just admit that I am buying them for exploring the tech abilities of my I-Pad. Right. They are a great bargain. Remember, they are in the app store, not I-Books. I guess you could get the regular book from I-Books...
    Back to this Mercenary Ops game I mentioned. I wish it had a few more save points. One place I was stuck for a while. I had to accumulate 13 med packs and 'heal myself' 13 times to get through that chapter. It was rough in that creepy cellar! Once I was getting slashed and there was nothing left alive in front of me. I looked at my feet and a zombie had crawled up to me and was chomping on my lower extremities. I had to admire his grit, if not his manners. I quickly rendered the coup de grace to his skanky behindus.
      Well, I knew that you would be curious what I had done with my Christmas day, so now you know. I may post again, later in the day, so check back if you get bored.
     From the deep south, on a foggy, dripping, cold day, this is CE Wills.

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