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WANNNTTT!!!

From British designer Alan Dickinson

H/T Boing Boing

It’s my busy day so I give you this:

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Basically meaning, I got nothing. So head over to The Nothing Show. That’s more compressed, fun nothing that what you are going to get here today. Today, you get zombies from me.

Sadcox, please notice my feed. It’s open and free in your reader.

Speaking of feeds, umm, it won’t hurt my feelings if you put Newscoma in that pesky feed.

You don’t want the Commie Zombies to get you. They like me and do my will and stuff.

Someone named Sturgis wrote a post over at PopFi about zombies. Of course, I was all over it. But guys, if you dig a zombie, we have may just found our Mecca.

It’s Zombie Daily and it’s absolutely smashing. I cannot gush enough. Artist Rob Sacchetto has a zombie a day, zombie tattoos and some of it has some good old pop culture satire going on.

I love a zombie and here’s one of Sacchetto’s:

Xark and Cantalyssa. Good people.

Zombie Lovers as well and you just are going to have to go here to see what I’m talking about.

I guess it’s brains for brunch in zombieland.

Go here.

Read every post.

Thank me later.

Brunch of the Living Dead?

Brilliant.

I wish I had such a cool header.

Did I say brilliant:

Yeah, it is of the cool.

I adore Xark.

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As I feel pretty much like a zombie today and very much like ass due to the continual case of the sick, I thought this might cheer us up.

I’ve often wondered if I were on a reality show how incredibly boring I would be.

People would see me in my Chucks or Crocs staring at two computer screens looking at the clock with a squint (which usually means I’m hungry or want a beer) and answering the phone in my everyday-professional phone voice. (Which is what you do.)

So if I was ever going to be on a reality show I’d think I’d have to be unreal. I think that’s how it’s done anyway so I’d give it a whirl. I would wear a leather bustier and the reddest lipstick you’ve ever seen. I would whip (hah) through my day with a sashay in my hips that would knock everyone out. I hate fighting and confrontation although I’m not afraid of it,  but I guess I’d have to pick some drama/confrontation thing for each episode and there would have to be kissing. Lots of kissing although I have my limits of what I’ll do on television although this apparently isn’t a problem on the latest installment of Big Brother which I’m not even watching this year.  I would listen to bands that everyone talks about although I’d much rather be listening to Miles Davis or Johnny Cash.

I guess I’d wear stilettos but I’d fall on camera a lot. Unfortunately, reality television LOVES women falling about. I guess I’d need to drink more often to make it look like I’m Leona Helmsley or something.

I’d quote novels written by Lynne Cheney just for fun. Crap, I’d have to dye my hair. I’m starting to honestly think the bits of silver showing up up above my ears is kinda sexy. (Naa, I’ll keep it.)

I also would allow Mabel a starring role as the dog who is put upon. Homer would have to be in it but she’s so busy although Ace and Bear would demand to be in every scene which could get complicated with the leather bustier. (Dang. I’ve never had a leather bustier. I guess I’d have to wear a superhero outfit. Yeah, that would work.)

We’d wander the streets of Hootervegas and ask random questions. We’d go to the fainting goat farm and then drink Mimosas. After that, we’d head to the local haunted houses and act really scared although in reality we know that the ghosts dig us (expect this one place here. YIKES.)

Then we would all have one of those moments like there was real bonding when what we really wanted to do was talk politics respectfully and eat sushi. Being Hooterville, we’d probably be made to eat meat and three and have the local folks looking disturbed (you know, leather bustier and all.)

But, alas, I’d hate to be on a reality tv. I’m not much of a narcissist.

Instead, I’d want to do this.

 This would do. Or this.

Man, I miss Weekly World News.

Screw the telly.

Mabel questions the fact that Zombie Elvis is driving.

I might need this.

via the fabulous Lindsey on Twitter. 

I’ll let Joe tell you:

My brother’s zombie movie premiered at the SXSW festival in Austin and the reviews have been just fantastic. Okay, so my brother is only a zombie in the movie “Dance of the Dead“, so it isn’t really his movie … but it is in my mind – and his.

The point is the movie, about a zombie horde attacking a high school prom (such fun to write that!!) is a hit with audiences and critics, like Scott Weinberg, and raves from Ain’t It Cool News, and here’s a choice write-up from Cinematical:

“The zombies rocket-launched out of their graves are only the beginning. That’s part of an early, truly impressive sequence where the dead begin rising to life in a graveyard lying in the shadow of a nuclear power plant. It looks like dozens, if not hundreds of zombies start bursting forth, shambling around, crying out for “Brains!” (only one of many, many movie shout-outs). It’s an iconic sequence, a turning point in the narrative, and a test for the filmmakers. If they failed to execute it properly, it would derail the entire movie. Director Bishop and his talented team hit the bull’s eye with funny, horrific variations on what you might expect, and from there the game is on.”

No, they did not mention my brother by name, but they did give a massive approval for the movie and it’s zombies and that’s close enough. As soon as I get word of the distributor for the flick, I’ll post it here.

How frigging awesome is that?

And there is picture goodness. Joe, come to Horror Fest and stay with me, dammit.

Yay to Joe and his brother.