Student arrested for writing a story about zombies in a high school, because this constitutes threatening activity.

*bangs head against wall*

If he'd mentioned his high school in particular, or specific students/teachers, then I could perhaps understand. Or if it involved, y'know, guns and bombs. But a generic zombies-takeover-high-school story? And come on, zombies? This is a threat? If that's all it takes to constitute terrorism, Joss Whedon needs to be jailed pronto--just look at all the things he sics on his imaginary high schools! (and anyway, how can it be considered terrorism when he wasn't using the story to deliberately frighten people? Even if he had been {somehow}, who considers "May you be eaten by zombies!" a threat?)

And we won't mentions some of the stories I wrote while I was in high school. Or some of the stories my friends wrote. Bad Mr. Bucket!!!

(we won't mention Tony's forthcoming zombie invasion either. *gryns at frostmorn*)

In brighter news, called to ask about why I'd been passed over for that interview, and was given entirely satisfactory reasons why (though am a little sad about this, because I really liked the lady I spoke with and think I would've liked working with her), and good advice for future applications to boot. But much better, called after the proofreading and in-house reader jobs I've been wanting info on; they didn't have any record of my emails requesting an application, but said that even though I was now past the apply-date, they'd send me an application and if I sent it back lickity-split they'd consider it. Ooooh, proofreading! *gryn* I wish I had some idea of how one becomes an editor. There's a job I could really sink my teeth into. Getting paid to read books and then correct the spelling and grammatical and characterization errors! BWAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! I really should research how one gets into that line of work.

I'm still entirely failing to write this poem, alas. Perhaps not a surprise; current atmosphere is not condusive to poetic creativity, far too much happening. But grrrr, is frustrating. Perhaps should give up and find something by Tagore or Rumi.

Am reading Diana Wynne Jones' latest, but so far it makes me want to throw the book against the wall. Woe. When she's good she's very, very good, but when she's frustrating...aaaaaaaaiiiiigh!!! Perhaps should give up and read Hexwood instead, since I never have gotten around to that one.

Four days, oh lord. Is it too late to run off to Madagascar?