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It’s not easy being dead. Well, nearly dead. Zombies are licking the windows and once they figure out that whole doorknob thing, we’re just a bucket of elbows ready to be slurped down by the undead. But, until then, the Zombie Tarot can help with your more pressing questions of love, money and career so why not kill time before the genius missing half a braincase figures out the dog door.

The tarot is a snapshot of future: what cards you draw today will give you a good picture of what’s staggering down the road. Remember that you have the ability to mix it up a little, your fate is not set it stone, so if there are clouds on the horizon and zombies making you a bit stabby, gird your loins and either get ready to rumble or prepare to be a delicious snack.

Another year, another con. San Diego Comic Con 2012 was another resounding success.

The booth looked great. We sold a ton of books. We had a successful book signing. We spotted some celebrities. And, saw some pretty great costumes. See the gallery below for a bunch of our photos.

The end of the world used to seem so cool. I’d get to go days without shaving, acquire a cool long coat, and sleep on a cot next to pallets of canned soup and a loaded shotgun. Plus, everyone would dress like the Legion of Doom. What’s not to love?

Then I had kids.

Primarily known for his contribution to dystopian literature with his publication of Brave New World, Aldous Huxley helped shape the world of literature, especially science fiction.

However, his involvement in culture within and outside the literary realm is far more substantial than one may initially think.

To commemorate Huxley on his birthday (born 118 years ago), here are some fun facts about his life:

Disney rejected Huxley’s screen play of Alice in Wonderland—there were simply too many big words. However, the final portrayal of the hookah-smoking caterpillar is supposedly a nod to Huxley.

Huxley appears on the album cover of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Huxley’s eyesight problems drove him to give up his dreams of being a scientist and instead begin a writing career. He was practically blind for a few years as a teenager.

George Orwell and Stephen Runcimen were Huxley’s students.

Literary friends of Huxley included Ray Bradbury and D. H. Lawrence.

Huxley borrowed the title of his book The Doors of Perception from a line of William Blake’s Marriage of Heaven and Hell. He similarly alludes to Miranda’s speech in Shakespeare’s Tempest in his title Brave New World.

Huxley died on November 22, 1963—the same day that C. S. Lewis and JFK died.

At Huxley’s request, his wife Laura administered LSD to her husband a few hours before he died.

For the chocoholic in all of us, a slight twist on a classic ice cream flavor: Chocolate Cookie Dough Ice Cream.

Lindsay Landis’ egg-free cookie dough recipe means you can chow down on the dough itself to your heart’s content… so you might want to make a little extra.

If I was to die in six months
awaiting the collision of an asteroid,
I could cry with everyone or wait
to die with everyone or
check Facebook and Twitter. I could run away
to another place, hope for another fate, but

I would think about Leaves of Grass.
And the dirt on the bottom of one’s boot.
I could search for the songs of myself.
Reflect on what I have left –

Behind me there are trees that
I thought touched the sky.
I believed falling stars
were angels flying in the night,
following other stars that lost their way or went too far –

No. I’d think about how I found love
in a city and held hands with him running
through the rain drunk with dreams that may never come true.

Or I’d think about what I’d miss,
the whiskers of my rabbit rubbing against my arm.
The temptation of wrapped gifts waiting under the tree.
Some nights lying on the carpet tanning in the moonlight.
I’d fight to keep my sanity, but knowing me,

I’d pack my bags, head to Iceland
with my better half and bake pies.
Because who wouldn’t want to sit on
a black-sanded beach eating buttery-flaky crust filled with
seeping strawberries, topped off
with airy-whipped cream?

After mastering the art of pie,
if you ever wanted to stop by and help me
think of a slogan like
Best Slice of Pie Before You Die, or
Pie to Die For…
I’ll trade your advice for a slice and
we can watch the sky fall together.

Melissa Gregoli is a poet from New Jersey. Follow her on twitter (@orange_soda) and visit her blog (msallaneous.tumblr.com). Pie photo via http://bit.ly/P2XxvA.