Saturday, October 9, 2010

M.A.D. Challenge Numero Uno, Big Willie Style

With the knowledge that two rotting brains are better than one, and twice as fun, Mary Ann DeBorde and I concocted the wonderfully wicked M.A.D. Challenge! Each week, we will challenge each other to twist a classic song, theme song, or whatever into a truly frightful or simply bizarre re-creation.
You may remember my take on the Backstreet Boy's "Every Body"? Well, that was just the beginning...
So to truly kick off the festivities, I give you...
Flesh Prince of Bel-Air

Now this is the story all about how
my after-life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became prince of a town called Bel-air

Iiiiinnn West Philadelphia, died and raised
In the graveyard is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all chewin' on fingers outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started shooting zombies in my neighborhood
I took one little bite and they all got scared
And said, "I'm going to my aunty's bunker in Bel-air!"

They whistled for a cab, and when it came near
The license plate said "FLESH", clumps of guts on the mirror
"If anything, I'd say he'll eat these guys rare!"
But I thought, Nah, forget it! "Yo, bones, to Bel-air!"

I pulled up to the bunker 'bout seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, bones, smell you later!"
Look at my kingdom, I was finally there!
Gonna gnaw on some brains
Zombie Prince of Bel-air.


Takes you back to your youth, no? Be sure to check out the M.A.D. woman's masterful tribute to the Brady Bunch; it's truly delicious...

Happy eating, er, I mean reading!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

My Take On: The Song at the Scaffold: A Novel of Holiness and Horror in the Reign of Terror by Gertrude von Le Fort

Amid the chaos and horror of the French Revolution, Blanche de la Force, daughter of a smug unbeliever, enters a Carmelite convent. Blanche is so timorous that she seems unsuited to the rigors of religious life even at the best of times - and horribly misplaced as the Reign of Terror begins to stain France with the blood of a new generation of Christian martyrs.
Sister Marie, one of the leading nuns in the convent, receives with joy the death threats of a ham-handed revolutionary: the sisters are going to be awarded the crown of Christian martyrdom! Sister Marie prepares the other nuns for this fearsome sacrifice, all the while harboring doubts about Blanche's ability and willingness to join them in giving up their lives for Christ.
Blanche's life thereafter and the story of the nuns take more than one unexpected twist, leaving you not only with the inspiring, true example of their martyrdom, but also with a penetrating insight into the nature of holiness. The spiritual acuity and deep compassion of author Gertrud von Le Fort make The Song at the Scaffold a unique meditation - as well as a powerfully moving novel, written with unusual dramatic force. It will make your soul surge with renewed and fervent love for God!
It took me awhile to get around to reading this book. Partly because of the format, a series of letters written  by a witness to the horror, and partly because of the subject; that of martyrdom. It's a rather odd phenomenon that I wasn't sure I understood. I have a hard time understanding martyrs. I love GOD, but to die rather than denounce Him? I'm not sure I have the courage, and I didn't really want  to think about what I would choose if it came down to that; my life or the eternal love of God. To actually step back and look at yourself like that, to ask yourself how far you'd go, it's not easy and it's not comfortable. However, it's by looking inward and asking the uncomfortable questions that we grow.
But I digress.

This story is about Blanche de La Force, a ferociously fearful girl who had no trust in the world around her and, literally, saw death around every corner, yet the main part of the narrative focused on Sister Marie, the exact opposite of Blanche. She was fearless and brazen and even looked forward to the chance of becoming a martyr. Through the contrast of these two characters I learned to appreciate and better understand martyrdom. It is not, as Sister Marie saw it, something to strive for, it's a sacrifice that you choose to make, if and when the moment of hardship comes, for the love of God. A statement that embodies the life Blanche lived every day by embracing the her unfathomable fear.
As for the book itself, the format, which I had formerly been so unsure of, made it feel as though I were a part of the story, like the letters were written to me. It wasn't the best writing I've ever seen, that's for certain, but it was impactful. When a twist in the plot would arise, I would fear for the characters as if they were real, though this could be because, in some sense, they were. This novel is essentially a work of fiction, yet it tells a true story at the same time. Religious men and women were persecuted during the French Revolution. They were put to death. And by telling the story through Blanche, something more than the story was told; the people's fear and the very atmosphere of fear that permeated that era are told.

During the story, Blanche struggles with her fear; praying for courage, attempting to hide it from those around her, until, finally, she comes to embraces it wholeheartedly. Her superiors, due to her fearfulness and the political atmosphere, struggle with the decision of whether to let her stay on at the convent or send her home to where thy believe she will be safest.
During one such discussion with the Prioress of the convent, Blanche reveals her feelings concerning her fear:
"Look at me," [the Prioress] commanded. Blanche dropped her hands from her small, tortured face that held only a single expression of endless depth. The Prioress hardly recognized her. A series of quite unconnected images suddenly floated before her; little dying birds, wounded soldiers on the battlefield, criminals at the gallows. She seemed to see not Blanche's fear alone, but all the fear in the world.
"My child," she said brokenly, "You cannot possibly harbor within yourself the fear of the whole universe --" She stopped.
The was a brief silence. Then Madame Lidoine said almost shyly, "You believe then that your fear -- is religious?" Blanche sighed deeply. "O Reverend Mother," she breathed, "consider the secret of my name!"
Some of the Carmelite sisters had names that referred to the life of Jesus. Sister Marie's full name, for instance, was Sister Marie de l'Incarnation, and their names pointed toward how the Spirit would embody Itself in their lives. Blanche was named after the Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane. She truly believed that her fear was of Divine birth and that it was hers to bear as penance for the world1. It was interesting to think of it that way, and it added yet another layer to the story and my understanding of that period of history and of those brave women. They embrace what ever challenge may arise and offer it up at the foot of the Cross for the salvation of the world.

So, in conclusion! Not only did it take me a while to start reading this book, it also took me some time to digest it, as well. Only after having pondered over it for a good deal of time have I come to any sort of conclusion as to what I think about it and how I feel. The synopsis does say that it makes for unique meditation, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. One thing I've been sure of from the get go, though, is that by the end of this triumphant yet heartbreaking book, I was singing right along with the sisters as they mounted the steps.
I give Song at the Scaffold...
...Three zombies.
A little book with a lot going on. I'd recommend this for anyone wishing to further their understanding of (a) the Revolution or (b) martyrdom. And if you do read it, take the time to mull it over.

Happy reading!
footnotes____________________________________________________
1 Carmelite nuns live penatential lives for the entire world as apposed to doing penance for just themselves. It's a beautiful sacrifice that these real women make, and I only wish that more people were aware of it.
NOTE: I received this book from Sophia Press Institue, free of charge, for review. The views expressed above are my own.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A Biggie of a Contest

Head on over to Sparkling Reviews for a chance to win a Kindle and, get this, lots of MONEY! It's international and will end two weeks after they reach the 500 follower mark.
Usually I don't go for shameless self promotion, but A) there's a good prize with this one and B) they seem like very nice bloggers, so I highly encourage you to follow their blog and enter their contest! Although, your entries will lessen my odds, so I'm fine if you just follow and don't enter. Ha-ha. However, if you do decide to follow their lovely blog, remember to mention that I sent you, please. Thank you!

Good luck and happy, er, Tuesday!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Backstreet's Back! (Alright)

Mary Ann DeBorde has challenged me to rewrite "Backstreet's Back" by the Backstreet Boys into a zombie song. I was going to answer the challenge in a comment, but there's actually a lot of lyrics for this song, so I thought a post would be easier.
If you're wondering what sparked this rather odd request, check out Marry Ann's Zombie Month post, which is hilarious, and read the comments.
And now I give you...

"Every Body (Backstreet's Back)"

Every body, uhhn
Rotting body, uhhg
Every body, yuhhh
Rotting bodies rise
Backstreet's back, alright
Hey, uhhn
Oh my God, we're back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody raised
Gonna bring the flavor, you know how
Gotta question for you better answer now, uhhg

Am I visceral?
Yuhhh
Am I the moldy one?
Uhhhn
Am I intestinal?
Yuhhh
Am I everything you eat?
You best infect somebody now
Every body
Uhhn
Rotting body
Uhhg
Every body
Rotting bodies rise
Backstreet's back, alright
Alright
Now throw some hands up in the air
Wave them around like you just don't care
If you wanna party let me hear you yell
(Yuhhhhhhhg!)
Cuz we got it goin' on again
Uhhhhn
Am I visceral?
Yuhhh
Am I the moldy one?
Yuhhh
Am I intestinal?
Yuhhh
Am I everything you eat?
You best infect somebody now

Every body
Uhhn
Rotting body
Yuhh
Every body
Rotting bodies rise
Backstreet's back, alright
Alright
So every body, everywhere
Don't be afraid, don't have no fear
I'm gonna tell the world, make you understand
As long as there'll be brains, we'll be comin' back again

Every body, uhhh
Rotting body, uhhn
Every body
Rotting bodies rise (rotting bodies rise)
Backstreet's back
Every body (every body)
Yuhhh (rotting body)
Rotting bodies (every body)
Yuhhh (every body, rotting body)
Every body (every body, rotting body)
Rotting bodies rise (every body)
Backstreet's back, alright

Takes you back to the good ol' days, don't it?

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Last Hurrah: Zombies vs...

Yard gnomes!
In this, the last day of Zombie Month, Velvet, the grand master of Zombie Month, has tasked us with finding an opponent that zombies could womp with one hand tied behind their back. Or, as is more likely, one hand severed.
So I give you...

Gnomes have their own weapons

            





VS




You might say that this is an unfair match up, but yard gnomes aren't as helpless in this epic battle as you might think.
For one, they're ever vigilant, never even blinking as they keep watch over their turf.

Well, ever vigilant might be a stretch...

Second, they're always cheerful, and we all know how important it is to keep your spirits up during a zombocalypse.
Forget zombies, thsi guy will die from laughter.
Thirdly, they all come equipped with yard tools such as shovel, hoes, and pitchforks, the perfect weapons against the undead.
And lastly, the gnomes travel in packs; when have you ever seen just one yard gnome? Having back-up is vital!

This horde is looking a bit undead themselves.
Their weaknesses, however, out weigh their strengths. Firstly, they're rather stiff. Agility is key to surviving a zombie fight. They're also rather small and can't, for this reason, run very fast. In a zombie battle, the ability to run away is second only to the ability to keep your head (literally and metaphorically). And lastly, they're just not tough enough, and without nerve, you got nothing.
The innevitable end.

Happy Zombie Month, y'all! It's been a blast.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Progress Report for Zombie Craft Fair

Here's a somewhat step-by-step progress update of my needle point zombie craft for Misty's Zombie Craft Challenge. It's not all that clear what I'm making in the first pic, but I'm pretty sure you'll figure it out by the end. Happy crafting, y'all!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Don't Forget to Remember

The best memorial for those who lost their lives nine years ago is to never forget them. Forgive, yes. But not forget.
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