Can you really blame them for not wanting tofu? That stuff is less edible then insulation.
Ah, the zombie genre. It's got its roots in the voodoo tradition, though it's been movies that really gave rise to the zombie as we think of them today. Brain eating mumbling masses of the undead, usually rather hideous in appearance as they shuffle their way through ruined streets of a post apocalyptic world in search of.... you guessed it, more brains.
I can't say I'm really a fan of the genre, though I have written about it in this blog. Somehow the whole genre doesn't hold that much appeal to me. At most, I've read a couple of books, one being Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (Jane Austen might have something to say about that) and the other being a book called Happy Hour of the Damned. I've seen the odd film here and there, including Shaun of the Dead (who hasn't?) and the odd scene out of the recent series The Walking Dead.
Should we as a society feel sorry for the average zombie when the time comes? They'll find employment a rather hard thing to come by. Zombies aren't all that bright, remember, and that annoying tendency they have of eating the brains of fellow employees, customers, and bosses is the sort of thing that's going to be an impediment to keeping a job.
Are zombies already here, and getting started early on?
Zombies of course aren't just compelled to eat brains. Some of them still have other urges. Which is why in the zombie world, there will still be room for pinups.
Not to mention art...
Hey, don't go yelling at me for this one. I didn't draw it....
As if zombies weren't bad enough already....
As insufferably annoying as I find Forrest Gump (anyone who loves it will have a horde of zombie plot bunnies at their doorstep tonight), this twist on the plot might have made it tolerable....
What is it with Chuck Norris being invincible anyway?
Maybe it's just that I didn't grow up watching Chuck Norris films (lucky me!), so I don't have this whole hero worship Chuck Norris Can Defeat A Balroc Demon Just By Staring At It thing going on. I hear the name Chuck Norris, and I think of the "actor" whose facial expression is always the same, whether he's supposed to be angry, happy, sad, hungry, feeling so-so, delirious, horny...
He always looks like this:
At the risk of infuriating his legions of fans, I might just suggest right now that when the zombies come to the Norris residence, he doesn't stand a chance. They'll have Chuck Norris with barbecue sauce. It'll help make the botox more palatable.
The only Hollywood type who might stand a chance in the zombie apocalypse must, of course... be Ving Rhames.
Rumor has it that Leonardo's second painting of the Mona Lisa didn't go so well after the model had been bitten by a zombie.
And so we move to the celebrities who shall march among the undead. Some of them have already got a head start on the zombie thing, like Ms. Winehouse...
I want a hunka hunka tasty brain, just a hunka hunka tasty brain...
Here's the reason Michael really had all that plastic surgery. He was already a zombie.
And then, of course... zombie-ism isn't just confined to the human race. It happens to animals.
Say hello to zombie plot bunnies....
And zombie cats....
This is how the zombie cat plague shall begin....
Poor dog. Soon to become a zombie. Or dinner.
If the post-apocalyptic tin foil hat brigade is right, it's just a matter of time before the hordes of the undead start walking the earth and munching on brains. They may feel free to start with my idiot ex-brother-in-law, though I can't say that he's got much in the way of brains.
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