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Monday, October 08:

So, yeah. Doctor finally called tonight and let me know what the heck is up with the Catscan I had taken a few days ago. Seems like it is indeed my Chrons causing the abrupt change in my lifestyle. It's causing my acid reflux, the touchiness with wooziness and my throwing up every other thing I eat. He's advising me to call a certain doctor (gave me his name, number, and other information) so I can set up a nice meeting with him and see what they can do.

...I have the sick feeling this is going to involve surgery.

I'll wave that aside for a second. You're probably wondering what this has to do with the strange subject to this very entry. I know I would. I mean, come on, "the sheep are revolting"? Where on Earth did that spew forth from my already unbalanced head, right? Well, I was hopping around the channels on our lovely (and often over worked) TV. It was right after my program had ended, and my mom- she was in the room. Can't quite remember what she was doing at the time, but she was there to witness and verify that I did, indeed, see what I thought I saw.

What said thing was was an ad for a movie. B movie at most, it started off your typical cliche' horror flick with one exception. The beast that was slaying the hapless humans- the panic mass of society that was clearly inept to figure out a simple solution to their plight- was not a zombie or some slavering demon. It also wasn't a werewolf, a three headed lizard or an over sized mutated half human reject.

It was a sheep standing majestically on a hill.

I nearly spit my kool aide halfway across the kitchen table in reaction to this. With a strangled cry of, "THE SHEEP ARE REVOLTING!!", the humans were then flashed through in a series of scenes (that were clearly meant to tantalize the taste buds of horror-flick lovers out there to pick up the special rated DVD) in a myriad of gruesome death positions. Sheep were gnawing on their faces, their heads, leaping at them with the zeal of a tiny child pouncing upon their Christmas presents and ripping them to pieces in their frenzy. Amongst the bleating and screaming I watched, transfixed and on the verge of dying with laughter.

"I wonder if the guys who made Shaun of the Dead made that," I mentioned offhandedly to my stunned mother. She slowly looked at me, a look of humor and disgust on her face.

"Yeeeeah," she replied. "That's weird."

"I think it's frikkin funny. 'THE SHEEP ARE REVOLTING,' mom! The sheep! They're frikkin' revolting on us!"

"And it doesn't help we live right next to a farmer who owns sheep, right?"

"...Wow, you're right. We're REALLY screwed now!"

Apparently the movie is called Black Sheep and was written and directed by a man named Jonathan King-- so, no, not from the guys from Hot Fuzz or Shaun of the Dead but it looks like it could have been. The thing is clearly, like I stated before, making fun of the B movie aspects of it all.

It's a humored frolic through the sunny pastures of sheep farming. That is, of course, after you avoid the massive lakes of blood left behind in their woolly aftermath.

Black Sheep: http://imdb.com/title/tt0779982/

THE SHEEP ARE REVOLTING, MAN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES!

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