Project MERCATOR
There is a Halloween "party" at the unofficial campus bar tonight. I really should go, the strictures of MERCATOR rather require me to go, but I would really rather not. There is no guarantee that any of the people I know who say they are going will actually go, & every chance that they'll want simply to imbibe to the point of intoxication & beyond, making them miserable company in any event. The purpose of MERCATOR is to fight my reclusive nature. Attending this evening's festivities at Churchill's would certainly be against my nature. But I have to wonder if doing so would be taking MERCATOR a step too far. I want to be a social animal, I want not to be shut up inside my house & by extension shut up inside myself, but can it be right to ignore the alarums & excursions inside my head, the loudspeaker voice intoning gravely, "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!"?

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Snmnmnm, "Zombie Girlfriend" from Snmnmnm (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: The name of the band Snmnmnm is pronounced "S-N-M-N-M-N-M." Also of note is that "Zombie Girlfriend" was released several years before the zombie craze of the 2000s. At the time, I found all the attention lavished on zombies rather irksome, but I was a fool; the zombie apocalypse was paradise compared to the deluge of pansy vampires under which we are now buried.

"Please don't get me wrong,
I know you've been alone so long,
It's the reason that I sing this song…
Please tell me that is not her thong!
Are you dumb in the head?
She walks with the living dead!
She'll use your brains as sandwich bread!"