Note: I started writing this shortly before Shelby’s rapid decline in health that led to his passing 1 year ago today.
I finish and post it today to honour his memory. I know its lacking, but that empty indelible space his passing left in my heart is especially noticeable today.
I know…its pretty shocking…but I’m afraid that the evidence is overwhelming.
Yesterday morning my iPhone alarm thingie came on. My “Divas” playlist was on and Lady GaGa’s “Monster” was playing.
Then it hit me…
“That boy is a monster…”, ”then he ate my heart and he ate my brain“!!!!
Zombies would be considered by some to be monsters, and its a widely accepted fact that zombies prefer brains over anything else!!
OMG…I had always thought that this song was about an encounter with..ummm…hmmm…okay, let me tell it this way…
One day in the boardroom where the IT department gathers for lunch I was telling my co-workers of an incident where I was banging along with Rage Against the Machine’s “Know your Enemy” when I glanced up to see a guy from Finance staring at me in horror.
I don’t particularly give a rat fu….fornicate what anyone thinks of me with very few exceptions, so I wasn’t particularly bothered by his look of horror, I waved and went back to programming.
So sitting down I mentioned this, and the finance guy’s reaction. I mused that perhaps it wasn’t a big, burly middle aged guy singing along with his iPhone, but maybe he wasn’t a Rage fan (because, well….they are a protest band). I put forward the idea that perhaps I should try someone else, like Lady Gaga. My co-worker looked and asked, “Bad Romance?”, I thought for a moment and said, “Naaa…Monster.” She did this humorous sort of combination spit take, choke on her food thing that would’ve been great for YouTube.
When she recovered she said, “People will think you’re gay.”
I pointed out that I have a collection of fairies in my office, and a pink lunch bag, so people probably already suspected that.
“Good point”, was the response.
Umm…what was I talking about?
Oh yeah, Lady GaGa….”Queen of the Zombies” maybe?
As I lie in bed pondering this realization, Shelby the Pro-Zombie Cocker Spaniel realizes that I’m onto his compatriot and tries to distract me by telling me he needs out…like RIGHT NOW!!!
Too late little buddy…the jig is up.