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The Good, the Bad, and the Awesomely Bad

Proof that a B-movie isn't necessarily a bad movie.

Proof that a B-movie isn’t necessarily a bad movie.

Last night (I’m writing this on Sunday–yay for working ahead!) I watched a movie that was so indescribably bad that there are no words.  It was so tremendously awful, I’m pretty sure I felt reality warp in the face of its complete craptitude.  It is bad on a metaphysical level.  The movie was Birdemic: Shock and Terror, and it was awesome.

Now the love of really, really bad movies is a peculiar thing to people not initiated into the ranks.  So let me try to explain what exactly “Awesomely Bad” movies are and why I love them so much.  Now a lot of this is subjective of course–what I think is good or bad and what you think is good or bad differ widely according to taste.  But there are some generalizations you can make.  First, you have Good movies.  They’re generally well constructed, tell a coherent story, and provide some kind of meaning.  Lincoln, which came out a few months ago, is generally considered a “good” movie.  Then there are Bad movies, which are, well, bad.  Poorly constructed, nonsensical story, and generally leave you feeling like you wasted an hour and a half you’ll never get back.  Battlefield: Earth was generally panned for being a bad movie, by way of example.  (Note:  B-movies aren’t necessarily bad.  The designation more refers to the budget and talent involved than the quality of the movie itself.  That being said, oftentimes B-movies fall into the Bad or Awesomely Bad category).

Then you have the Awesomely Bad movie.  These movies are usually objectively bad.  They’re usually poorly constructed, made on little to no budget, and feature acting talent your local community theater wouldn’t even  hire to mop its floors.  Generally, they’re horror movies.  Something about the horror genre lends itself to producing spectacularly bad movies (probably because horror and comedy are kissing cousins).  But Awesomely Bad movies have a little something else that push them into an almost transcendental status, that warps the “good/bad continuum” rather like how a large object (or in this case a giant steaming pile of crap) warps the space/time continuum.

What is that little something?  It is hard to classify.  It goes well beyond goofy dialog, horrible acting, and terrible story telling.  It is something more than having a really goofy looking monster (although that helps).  It seems to me that what makes the difference between Bad and Awesomely Bad is the attitude of the director and the cast.  Awesomely Bad movies are done completely in earnest.  The directors have a story they want to tell, and a message they want to send.  They BELIEVE in what they are doing.  The problem is that they are just simply awful at it, and what they thought was amazing turns out to be just that, in an entirely different way than they intended.

Hopefully that all  makes some sort of sense.  It’s something that has to be experienced to be believed.  So go to Netflix (finding awful movies is so much easier now thanks to Netflix!) and load Troll 2 or Birdemic: Shock and Terror on your Instant Queue.  Invite friends over, and make an evening of it.  You can all sit in awe together of how tremendously bad, yet awesome a movie can be.

How to Survive Sudden, Traumatic Head Loss (Also Known as Decapitation)

The public execution of Lons-le-Saunier in 1897.

Capital punishment is slowly becoming a thing of the past in the Western world.  America is one of the few Western powers where the practice is still going strong, although some might argue not nearly strong enough.  For many, our emphasis on a humane death for the most inhumane among us rankles, Constitutional protections against “cruel and unusual punishment” notwithstanding.  The notion of trying to find a more humane method of execution than, say, Vlad the Impaler’s,is not a new idea.  With that goal in mind, the French invented the guillotine, a machine specifically designed to deliver swift death by decapitation.

However, strange reports began to circulate that called into question just how humane this “enlightened” form of execution was.  Witnesses claimed that they saw eyes moving on decapitated heads.  Some even claimed to see the heads trying to speak.  These gruesome stories led to the question: “Can a human ‘survive’ their own decapitation, and if so for how long?”

Naturally, we know a bit more about this topic than our ancestors did two hundred years ago, what with our advances in the understanding of human physiology.  The answer to the first question is most assuredly “yes”.  A woman in Denver survived what is known in medical circles as an “internal decapitation” after a horrific car crash left her skull separated from her body.  Her head was still attached by skin, veins, arteries, tendons, and ligaments, and her spinal cord was also intact.  The spine itself had snapped off from the skull.  Fortunately, surgeons were able to save her life.

But what about a “textbook” decapitation, where the head is completely removed from the body?  The answer is still a yes.  In an experiment that would do Frankenstein proud, back in the sixties a group of scientists transplanted the head of one monkey onto the body of another.  The newly formed “Franken-monkey” could see, smell, hear, and even take a chunk out of researcher’s hands if they were unwary.  Nobody then or now could repair the damage to the monkey’s spinal cord, so the monkey was paraplegic.  As was a dog in China who also received a head transplant more recently.  As a quick aside, this isn’t merely mad science–there could be practical medical benefits for humans who find their heads attached to their body since now we have practical experience in keeping heads alive, or paraplegics who find their bodies riddled with cancer.

So, we now know that a victim of decapitation can survive their injury, but barring a mad scientist being around to stitch their head to another person’s body, how long could they survive?  According to this article, about thirteen seconds depending on build, health, and other factors.  What kills you when you’re decapitated isn’t the removal of the head.  As we have seen, if you could find a body to stick your severed head on you could theoretically survive as a paraplegic.  No, what kills is that the brain’s blood supply is cut off, removing the brain’s oxygen supply among other things.  So long as the oxygen remains, brain cells can still fire.  As for whether the decapitated head could remain conscious, it seems likely it would at least for part of the thirteen seconds.

Kinda makes you think the guillotine wasn’t as humane as the French thought it was, right?  Could be part of why they outlawed capital punishment in 1981.

How to Make a Zombie, the Haitian Way

The cemetary zombie from Night of the Living Dead, directed by George Romero

Sure this guy’s from Night of the Living Dead and not exactly a voodoo zombie, but he’s one of my favorites so here he is!

Zombies are a popular topic on this blog since, and this may be shocking to some, I’m a big fan of the zombie sub genre.  In the past I have speculated on whether the plague zombie, the type of zombie most famous in pop culture these days, could occur outside the silver screen.  However, there is one type of zombie that can and does exist in the real world–the voodoo zombie.  And today, I’m going to tell you how to make a zombie, the Haitian way!  [Disclaimer: This goes without saying, but please don't try this at home!  Leave zombification to voodoo professionals =P]

First, you need to identify a victim.  In Haiti, this would be a person who is what we in America would call a class A douchenozzle.   By way of example, Clairvius Narcisse, probably the most famous “zombie” in history, was a deadbeat dad who screwed his brother out of a land deal prior to being marked for zombification.

Once you have your target in mind, it’s time to mix up some zombie powder.  Now the recipe varies from bokor to bokor (bokors are voodoo sorcerers by the way), but the best mixes all have three things in common: ground human bones, plants with urticating hairs (science talk for irritating little spines–you can substitute ground glass or tarantula hairs.  Anything that pricks the skin and makes a person itch), and dried, ground puffer fish.

Each component serves a distinct purpose.  The bone dust is just damned creepy and really shows you’re dedicated to making your nemesis into a zombie (since, you know, unless you’re a serial killer most people don’t just have human bones laying around).  The glass or stinging hairs serve to irritate your victim’s skin, giving a way for the puffer fish’s toxin to enter their system, especially when they start to scratch, while the puffer fish contains tetrodotoxin, a neurotoxin five hundred times more deadly than cyanide.  In sub lethal doses, tetrodotoxin can induce a death-like state in victims as it suppresses vital functions to the point where even a trained physician couldn’t tell they were still alive.  Though paralyzed, victims of tetrodotoxin maintain consciousness throughout their entire ordeal, a fact that makes the later part of zombification all the more gruesome.

But more on that later.  So now you have your zombie powder.  It’s time to administer the dose!  You’ll have to be sneaky.  In order to work properly, you’ll need to apply the powder to the victim’s skin.  Bokors suggest dumping it into a person’s shoes or down the back of their shirt.  Ideally you’d find a way to dump the stuff into an open wound.  It might take more than one application of the zombie powder to lay your victim low, so if they don’t immediately fall over into a coma, stick with it!

Once your soon to be zombie is in his or her death trance, make certain they’re buried soon after.  Now they’ll be awake and conscious the entire time.  They’ll know that they’ve just been declared dead, and they’ll be able to see the coffin lid as it is shut over them.  Timing is critical, as you’ll want to dig them up before brain damage from lack of oxygen sets in.  Once you and your henchmen (one who is inevitably named Igor, because I’m imagining you as a Frankenstein-esque mad scientist here) dig up your victim, you’ll need to feed him/her a concoction containing Datura, the so-called “zombie cucumber”.  Datura contains hallucinogenic compounds that will keep your zombie in a docile, obedient fugue.  After all, it wouldn’t do you much good should you go through all of this effort and your zombie doesn’t obey your every evil command.  Sort of defeats the whole point of the exercise, doesn’t it?

There you have it!  You’re well on your way to making a zombie, the Haitian way!

Government is Prepared for Zombies but not Aliens–A Guest Post by Annabel Lee

Today I am proud to host a guest post from Annabel Lee over at Double Dip Politics.  Normally she spends her days cutting through the spin to get to the facts behind the day’s political stories, but today she has been gracious enough to stop by here on LDSS to touch on a topic I haven’t done much with–aliens.  Specifically, what the government is doing (or not) to prepare for a visit from otherwordly beings.  Should you want to hear from yours truly, I’m over on Double Dip Politics talking about voter apathy and why it is so important for college age youth to get out and vote.  Now, without further ado, I give the floor to Annabel.

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An alleged photo of a UFOIn the movies, it all looks so easy. Aliens appear out of nowhere, somehow avoiding detection from our bevvy of probes, radio telescopes, satellites, space-based telescopes, radar stations, individual telescopes, binoculars, and countless other defense systems in place, and either land in a field demanding to see Earth’s leader or begin destroying large cities and monuments. Every person on Earth bands together instantly to fight the aliens or instinctively knows who the right leader of Earth is. In films, it’s the President of the United States.

In reality, there are no formal plans* regarding contact with an intelligent species. The Pentagon has plans for how to invade every nation on Earth, as well as each individual US state, but has nothing for dealing with an alien invasion. *(Link: http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/explainer/2010/07/if_mars_attacks_.html )

The United Nations has taken on the task of trying to protect Earth from near Earth objects, or NEOs. When it was announced the UN was working on plans for dealing with potential life-ending asteroids and comets, the conspiracy theorists claimed the UN had appointed an ambassador to the aliens. This was debunked* as just wild speculation by bloggers and dreamers attempting to shape support of alien life in the universe. *(Link: http://voices.washingtonpost.com/blog-post/2010/09/alien_ambassador_appointed_by.html  )

The reason for lacking any formal plan in dealing with alien life coming to Earth is the pervasive dismissal of the very potential for its existence. The Vatican has stated alien life conforms to the Bible*. Astrophysicist Frank Drake devised the Drake Equation** used to determine the potential for life within the Milky Way Galaxy. *(Link: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24598508/ns/world_news-europe/t/vatican-its-ok-believe-aliens/  )   **(Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drake_equation )

Drake’s equation has been extrapolated for the known universe. Given the number of stars in the universe, the number of potential planets, the age of the universe, and the size of even one galaxy, Drake postulated life was a mathematical certainty on other planets.

Even with the mathematical certainty of alien life existing on other planets, humans are an interesting species. Since we have never met any aliens, nor have conclusive proof of life beyond Earth, we do not feel the need to plan for an encounter. In our view, having 38 different plans on how to invade and hold Texas is more important than how to protect Earth from potential threats.

Humans don’t want to admit it but proof of life beyond Earth would shatter our worldviews. Our religions are based on humans being special in the universe. Our laws and understand of the world are limited to our experiences. The confirmation that we were not alone would drive many people mad, having devoted their lives to false beliefs and ideals. It would shatter our world and create a type of panic unseen in human history.

What harm would it do to prepare for potential aliens? In the best case, you never need those plans. In the worst case, we need the plans and don’t have them, creating chaos and confusion in a situation, which could have been handled more efficiently.

After all, our government has plans* for dealing with zombies. *(Link: http://www.cdc.gov/phpr/zombies.htm )

My Latest Netflix Addiction–Supernatural

Supernatural is a paranormal tv show about two hunters who face the forces of evil.

The title card for season seven of Supernatural

You know, it’s kind of funny.  Now that I don’t have cable, I find myself watching more television than when I did.  More to the point, I watch more long running series.  That was something I never did too much when we had cable–I’d start a show and wind up fizzling out a few seasons into its run.  It would start with a few missed episodes here and there, until I wound up completely forgetting about the show until I saw a commercial for it.  So it was with the series Supernatural and just about every other television series on cable in the last ten years or so.  Netflix changed all that, mainly because it allows me to watch what I want, when I want (provided it’s on instant, that is).

Supernatural follows the brothers Sam and Dean Winchester as they go about the family business–hunting things that go bump in the night.  The series begins with a monster-a-week format under the arc of a main storyline that is slowly revealed over time.  Most of the first season focuses on the hunt for the yellow-eyed demon that killed the brother’s mother and burnt down their home.

While the subject matter of Supernatural is often dark and disturbing, they manage to keep a sense of humor.  The show manages to balance serious episodes with funny ones pretty well while never dropping the ball in terms of the plot.  Every episode is sprinkled with pop-culture references to classic rock bands, horror movies, and TV shows.

Despite the scale of events that occur as the series progresses, Supernatural retains a playful, self deprecating sense of humor.  Seriously, there are a lot of laugh out loud moments in this show.  It’s a great show, but not without some problems.  Sometimes the humor seems ill placed given the gravity of events.  It can get a bit repetitive as well, especially when they break away from the monster-a-week format and start focusing more on the main story-line.  The dynamic between Sam and Dean, while interesting, can get a bit grating.  Dean basically treats Sam like crap through half of the series, mostly because he’s older.  While Dean basically makes the series, his tough guy demeanor sort of started to get on my nerves on and off throughout.  Sam has a problem as well, mainly because he’s as overly sensitive as Dean is stereotypically macho.

I should clarify that I’ve only watched up to the first part of season five so far.  From what I understand, the main story arc of the series concludes at the end of season five.  A friend of mine said the quality of the show goes downhill starting with season six, so much so that one of the original creators is no longer a part of production.  Netflix only has up until season six, so pretty soon I suppose I will see for myself.  Still, if you like vampires, werewolves, demons, and other bogies, give Supernatural a look.  Despite its flaws, it’s a great show and well worth watching.

The Allure of B-Movies

Poster art from the 1954 B-movie classic, THEM!

I also like the posters from the old days. They’re fun!

Ah…B-movies.  I enjoy cheesy old sci-fi/horror movies from the fifties and sixties, especially the black and white ones.  Those are my favorite types of B-movies, and I think the most iconic of the bunch although the genre is alive and well in the 21st century.  If you want proof, just flip to SyFy on Saturday nights at nine and you’ll see what I mean.

Even so, the B-movies from fifty or sixty years ago are in a league of their own.  They have an innocent charm that modern B-movies often lack.  There was no CGI back in those days, and often these movies were made on a shoestring budget, but the cheesy special effects were part of the fun.  Often B-movies followed a set formula.  Typically they involved an incident of science gone wrong–most often the culprit was radiation of some sort, but it could also be the work of a mad scientist–that resulted in some freakish monster (usually a guy in a rubber suit).  The protagonists turn to conservative forces such as the military and police, or toward science to find the solution to the problem.  I use the word “science” loosely here, because by today’s standards the science they played with was laughable.  Another subset of the genre involved an alien invasion, which would once again be thwarted by conservative forces or by science.

Writers and directors back in the day took the formula I just described above and had all sorts of fun with it.  THEM! is a perfect example of the genre; in fact, it’s often cited as the textbook example of the B-movie genre.  The movie is about ants that become enormous as a result of radioactive fallout from nuclear testing out in Nevada.  These giant ants spread all over the world and establish colonies, and (naturally) it’s up to the U.S. Army and some scientists to clear the matter up.  It sounds silly, but seriously give THEM! a watch sometime when you can–it’s actually a pretty good movie.

Night of the Living Dead is also a B-movie modeled on a formula similar to the one I outlined above, but it’s noticeably darker and really helped to give birth to the modern horror movie (for better or worse).  NOTLD featured ghouls–the word zombie was never used in the movie itself–who were raised from the dead ostensibly by strange radiation from a Venus probe.  These ghouls were shown on film eating people.  And it’s hard to spoil a fifty year old movie, but suffice it to say the ending was NOT in line with the typical B-movie up to that point.  George Romero turned the B-movie formula on its head while simultaneously remaining faithful to the tradition–no small feat, that.  Night of the Living Dead is another example of a B-movie that, when you get beyond the cheap special effects and bad acting, was in the end a pretty good movie (one of my all time favorites, actually).

And that right there is why I like B-movies.  When you get beyond the goofy premises and hokey special effects and look deeply at the movie, they often tell pretty good stories.  They couldn’t rely on special effects like today’s movies–don’t get me wrong though, modern B-movies are great fun but they often rely too heavily on gore and SFX for my taste–so instead they had to attempt to tell a decent story.  That, and the actors actually had to act, while no doubt biting back laughter at the goofy looking dude in the rubber suit.  Granted, many B-movies were lousy in the story and acting departments both, but they at least made up for it with unintentional hilarity (Plan 9 From Outer Space comes to mind).

Zombies from George Romero's B-movie classic, Night of the Living Dead

Zombies. This picture has gotten a lot of mileage on this blog, I’ve noticed =P.

Those aren’t the only reasons I like B-movies.  Sometimes I get tired of the cynicism of our age, an attitude that leaks into our cinematic culture, as it must.  In terms of horror, that translates into nihilistic plots, gore, and copious amounts of sex.  There’s nothing wrong with any of that, but sometimes I get sick of it.  I want to interrupt myself at this point to say that I was brought up in a socially conservative household and live in a conservative area and while I do not subscribe to all of those beliefs now, their influence is still there.  So for me, it is a breath of fresh air to watch an old time movie where the most gore you might see is a bit of chocolate sauce smeared on someone’s shirt, that ends on a note of optimism rather than cynicism (NOTLD is an exception to all of this, of course).

The saying goes that “they don’t make’em like they used to”.  True to some extent.  While horror and movies in general have become objectively better in many ways than their predecessors from the old days, nothing can replace the fun and charm of the old time B-movies.

What are your cinematic guilty pleasures?  Do you like the B monster movies from the fifties and sixties, or do they bore you to tears?


The Zombie Apocalypse: You. Will. Not. Survive.

An image depicting a female zombie from George Romero's seminal zombie movie, "Night of the Living Dead"

Probably a bad day if you see somebody looking like this coming your way.

As I am certain you have noticed, zombies are pretty much everywhere today.  They’ve stumbled from books to movies to television, and now they’re even in commercials.  They’ve gone from B-movie horror fare to a pop culture phenomena.  It is at the point now where you hear the phrase “zombie apocalypse” on nearly a routine basis, and not only from die-hard zombie fans; even average non-rabid fans plan (hopefully only in good fun) what they would do in the event of the zombie uprising.

When I hear people talk so casually about zombies, the question always occurs to me: “Do they realize just how AWFUL that would be?”.  Seriously.  Step back for a moment and think about what you’re saying when you wish the zombies would come.  You’re talking not only about the dead rising from their graves (or people becoming infected with a rabies-like pathogen, or some combination of the above) but you’re talking about death on a massive scale.  The zombie plague as shown by the movies and books would make the Black Death look like an outbreak of chicken pox.  We’re talking a highly virulent, easily spread pathogen with nearly a 100% mortality rate ripping through a global population of about 7 billion people like a wild fire through a forest doused with gasoline.

But it gets worse.  The dead don’t stay dead (obviously since we’re talking zombies) and they come back to feast on the living.  Let’s stop there for a moment; you don’t just get infected, you get cannibalized by your friends, neighbors, and family members.  It would be difficult if not impossible for people (who aren’t sociopaths) to shoot their friends and family members–there’s a reason those sorts of scenes appear often in zombie fiction, because it would probably be true.  That alone would kill more than half the folks who believe they’d go out and be an apocalyptic cowboy, survival plans be damned.

Speaking of, let’s look at survival plans.  All have one fundamental flaw, at least for most folks in Western countries like the US.  Most of us have not truly had to survive, to live off the land.  Most of us do not know what it is to live in constant fear of imminent death.  We laugh and mock the characters in zombie movies for the often objectively stupid things that they do which are inevitably are punished by the cinematic equivalent of karma.  As I often point out when I’m watching these types of shows with people, we viewers are sitting comfortable, warm, and safe so the most logical and sensible course of action seems obvious.  The situation would be quite a bit different if zombies were real as fear makes people do funny things.  Stupid things.  Things that would probably seem pretty laughable to people in less trying circumstances.

But let’s say you manage to survive the initial onslaught of the zombie plague and hole up somewhere safe.  There is one thing that most survival plans likely aren’t going to take into account: co-infections.  When there is a huge outbreak of a disease, its spread leaves huge chunks of the population that aren’t dead with weakened immune systems, which allows other nasty diseases to take a foothold.  The most recent trend in zombie lore has the entire species infected with the zombie pathogen, that only becomes active upon death or contact with a living form of the pathogen.  If that were the case, then the scenario I outlined in the previous sentence would probably be true.  Things like measles, mumps, whooping cough, and the flu would run rampant through survivors, likely killing a good portion of them in the absence of things like public healthcare and ready access to medication.

I could go on, but I won’t belabor the point.  A zombie apocalypse would be bad (ummmkay?) and no matter how badass a person might think they are, the likelihood of survival is really, really slim.  I’ll never forget what one of my biology professors said in reference to pandemic disease: “Someone is going to be immune.  But not you.”  In light of that, I think we ought to count ourselves lucky that plague zombies are nothing more than fantasy.

What’s your take on all of this?  Are you a bit sick of hearing about zombies too?


You’re Looking at a Freshly Minted Graduate! (Sort of)

I recently graduated!  Still waiting for my degree to come in through.

I have neither of these things…hence the crappy Word Art image, haha

Well, I am all graduated.  I think.  My degree hasn’t come in yet, but so far as I know everything is in order and my undergraduate career is over.  Now the job hunt begins!  I’ve already sent out my resume to one potential employer; the position was for general office work, not exactly teaching but it would do in the short run.  I’m also beginning the process of being certified to teach.  Alternative certification in Ohio requires a bachelor’s degree in a given subject, pedagogical training (either 6 credit hours from an accredited institution or an online institute that requires field training; I’ll be doing the former), and successful passage of the Praxis II content exam.

That being said, I’m not entirely sure I want to teach anymore.  I have all this training in biology, and certainly if I didn’t teach it would basically go to waste.  Lab work isn’t exactly something I could do very well as I have tremors in my hands and involuntary muscle contractions (don’t worry, I’m getting them checked out; I doubt it’s much of anything but better safe than sorry), which made lab work during school…interesting.   My lab partners wouldn’t let me touch the experiments for fear that I would screw them up, haha.  I mostly took a managerial role, as it were, making certain the experiments were done properly, etc.

That particular decision might have been made for me, since a quick survey shows no teaching jobs available locally.  At least, no teaching jobs I could do–the listings I’ve seen were for special education interventionists and college professors.  It’s a shame I don’t have a Ph.D–I could have a job in Zane State in no time!

Really, it doesn’t matter what I do in terms of day job, for two reasons.  One: my vocation is not the job I find myself in.  Rather, my vocation is what I bring to the job; it’s a matter of mind set.  The second and more important reason is that I’ve found what I want to do.  I want to write for a living.  Right now, that isn’t feasible.  I only have two books available, and the income from them is nowhere near enough to sustain myself on.  This is a volume game though: both volume of sales and volume of output.  That is to say, you can’t expect to make a living off one book, or even two.  You have to build up a list of books for folks to pick from, and hopefully if they like your content they’ll become repeat customers.  The key is to write and write well–you don’t want to just shove out a bunch of crap, after all.

Speaking of, a bit of shameless self promotion.  I recently released my book, On Dark Paths, on Nook and Smashwords.  It was originally available on Kindle, but I decided to put it on other platforms when folks who didn’t own Kindles told me they wanted to read my book.  I’m in the process of proofing Strange World before I put it on those platforms as well.  I have a lot of new stuff in the works, including a fantasy novel that is nearly completed, and several horror novels and novellas.  Stay tuned!

What projects do you have in the works?  Have you found your “dream job”?


Chinese Zombies – The Jiang Shi

An image showing the Jiang Shi, with binding spells on their foreheads. Jiang Shi is Chinese for "Stiff corpse".  They have vampiric qualities, but are considered to be the Chinese folkloric equivalent of a zombie.

Jiang Shi, with binding spells stuck to their foreheads.

I’ve written a great deal about zombies on this blog.  In the West, we have a pretty fixed view of what a zombie looks and acts like – they’re corpses that have gotten up and walked again, and they hunger for the flesh of the living.  Fast or slow, either way anyone with a pulse is lunch.

With this view being so ubiquitous on this side of the pond, it is easy to forget that zombies as we know them are largely a modern cinematic invention - the folkloric zombies they were based on were quite different from what zombies have become.  While the walking dead are common to just about every culture on Earth, they take many different forms, many of them much more bizarre than the plague zombie to which we in the West have grown accustomed.

A perfect example of this is the Jiang Shi.  These undead have haunted the collective unconscious of the Chinese people for thousands of years.  The word “Jiang Shi” means “stiff corpse”.  Their appearance can vary depending on how long they’ve been in the grave – fresh Jiang Shi could look like an average person, while Jiang Shi who have taken longer to resurrect have a hideous appearance.  These latter type stiff corpses are reported to be covered in green moss and antiquated clothing.  They have long white hair, long black fingernails, and a lolling black tongue.

The most distinctive feature of the Jiang Shi though is its odd gait.  Rather than stumbling about like Western zombies, the Jiang Shi hops with its arms held out straight in front of it.  This is due to the fact that the creature is in a constant state of rigor mortis, and is thus too stiff to do anything but hop.

That…doesn’t sound terribly threatening.  But then I guess at first glance the shuffling, clumsy zombies of Romero lore don’t either, and they seem to do pretty well for themselves.

But I digress.  If the locomotion of the Jiang Shi seems less than sinister, its diet certainly makes up for the lack.  Jiang Shi feed on the qi energy of living beings – which is to say, they suck out people’s life force.  If that sounds suspiciously like that other infamous undead thing, the vampire, you’re right.  The Jiang Shi are sorta like vamps, but they lack any kind of knowledge or willpower of their own – they are only driven by the desire to feed, which puts them firmly into zombie territory.  Some modern interpretations of the Jiang Shi in Chinese cinema have them feasting on the blood of the living rather than their qi…so take that for whatever it is worth.  In my mind, these hopping freaks are still zombies.

So with the Jiang Shi’s zombiehood thus established, what should we do if we run into one on some back country road in China?  Those of us who are trained in the art of (Western) zombie killing would simply whip out a shotgun (although I’m not sure the Chinese government would be very happy with a bunch of gun-toting American tourists wandering around their countryside) and blast the thing’s head off before calling it a day.

A movie depiction of a Jiang Shi

…I don’t know why, but this picture makes me laugh.

Not so fast, my trigger happy friends!  That may work for a zombie born of biological infection, but the Jiang Shi are different beasts.  They arise in a variety of ways.  Typically, a Jiang Shi is born when, for whatever reason, a spirit cannot leave its body.  This may be because of an “improper death” (not sure what that means, precisely), suicide, or a simple desire to cause trouble.  Also, a Jiang Shi can result from a corpse being inhabited by an evil spirit, or when a body is buried in a place too rich in the wrong sort of qi energy.  It may take a long time for the process to occur,  hence the Jiang Shi’s infamous moss coverage and outdated fashion sense.

So, the Jiang Shi are supernatural critters rather than merely the product of evolution gone wrong.  I’m thinking that pretty well nullifies the shotgun as an effective weapon for mowing these buggers down – unless you carry silver buckshot or blessed slugs or some other such horror movie contrivance.

Mostly, the goal outlined by folklore seems to be to avoid the things with your qi intact.  There are a variety of ways to achieve this.  One is simply to hold your breath – Jiang Shi can’t see, so if they can’t hear you they’ll hop on by.  Some say that sucking out the Jiang Shi’s dying breath will kill it.  Not sure about you, but that sounds a bit too close for comfort – I have a strict rule of staying at least fifty yards from any walking corpses in my vicinity.  You know, to avoid blood spatter.

Another way to avoid the Jiang Shi is to throw small objects in its path.  The creature will be compelled to count them (although how exactly a stiff, dumb corpse can count objects tossed onto the ground is anyone’s guess).  A good whack with peach wood will supposedly end a Jiang Shi’s unlife.  Various other common household items like awls, brooms, and axes can also ward away Jiang Shi.

The Jiang Shi are not the only undead critter that haunted the nightmares of our ancestors, but they are certainly among the oddest.  It just goes to show that when it came to making up things that went bump in the night, our ancestors were no slouches.


Capgras Delusion

Capgras Delusion (aka Capgras Syndrome) is a disorder where the sufferer believes their friends and loved ones are imposters.

Those who suffer from Capgras believe their loved ones’ faces are little more than a mask concealing an imposter.

For most of us our friends, families, and spouses are islands of refuge in the roiling sea that is modern life. They are sources of strength and comfort, and necessary for maintaining a healthy mind and body. Imagine waking up one day and looking into your friend or loved ones face and seeing nothing but an imposter.  They look the same, but they are somehow…different. Familiar, yet not at the same time.

Capgras delusion (aka Capgras syndrome) is a disorder characterized by just such thinking. Sufferers hold the delusional belief that their loved ones have been replaced by identical doubles. Sometimes the delusion can lead a person to do violence against the so-called imposter, depending on whether the sufferer feels threatened by them or not.

Capgras is considered a syndrome because it doesn’t occur on its own. It crops up in association with or alongside other conditions: schizophrenia, brain injury, and dementia among others. Oddly, the condition is more common amongst women than it is in men, for reasons no one is quite clear on. As for the cause, it is thought that the delusion stems from misfirings in the sections of the brain responsible for processing faces.

There are two ways our brain recognizes faces: conscious and unconscious. The conscious means of facial recognition seems intact in Capgras sufferers, as they recognize the face of the impostor as being the same as their loved one. The true problem lies in the unconscious, the emotional arousal associated with a familiar face. If this doesn’t fire correctly, we can consciously recognize someone but the associated emotions don’t surface, leaving us with the feeling that there is something somehow “wrong” about the person. Strange how our brains can play tricks on us, isn’t it?

Things get even weirder, though.  Capgras is related to Cotard’s Syndrome, in that both are related to the misfirings within the facial recognition center of the brain and both occur in conjunction with other mental disturbances.  Cotard’s is a delusion where the person believes they are, essentially, undead.

Capgras delusion is a problem in perceiving others, while Cotard’s is a problem with perception of the self.  Two completely different disorders, both stemming from similar parts of the brain.  It goes to show that in a world filled with weird and wonderful things, the strangest thing of all might be the three pound mass of tissue between our ears.


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