My friend Dan Conover made this 7-minute video some time back, but I only just found out about it. It’s genius.
BRUNCH OF THE LIVING DEAD from Dan Conover on Vimeo.
My friend Dan Conover made this 7-minute video some time back, but I only just found out about it. It’s genius.
BRUNCH OF THE LIVING DEAD from Dan Conover on Vimeo.
To probably no one’s surprise, I voted for Obama. But this ad from film director Joss Whedon makes me think maybe that wasn’t such a hot idea.
Zombie Marie Curie weighs in on women in science. Teach your children, yo.
… because it’s Zombie Day at ScienceBlogs!
… for this:
Today presents you with a chance to get in on the ground floor of a new comic series.
About six feet under the ground floor, technically.
The series is I, Zombie, described by its publisher Vertigo as a mix of zombie girl detective, urban fantasy and romantic dramedy.
And people say literature is dead.
… for my iPhoning friends, the ACME Zombie Detector app!
And for those without iPhones. (h/t Tony Ledford)
How do you surge?: McClatchy’s Nancy Youssef talks about some of the logistics issues, primarily the strain being put on facilities at Bagram and Kandahar that were never meant to handle as much as they’re handling now, let alone what they’ll be asked to handle as the surge begins. One issue among many: sewage. Ew.
Poetry corner: “Joezymandias”
Worst ideas of the decade, per the WaPo. Ed adds Invading Iraq without a Plan, Market Worship, and Vampire Saturation. I think Vampire Saturation wasn’t an idea so much as something that just sort of happened. However, I think a Zombie Apocalypse is a fabulous idea, and I’ll keep you posted as to my progress in that regard.
Best U.S. political analysis by someone too young to remember Nixon and too drunk to make sense, from commenter R-Jud at Balloon Juice: “To answer the question, ‘Were people this stupid before Nixon?’: of course. They just didn’t have a huge, completely subservient, instantaneous multimedia complex capable of giving them airspace or feeding them the latest catchphrases. Another thought: you could say that the people cynically manipulating the crazies, as Nixon did, have died off or faded away over the last 40 years, and in their place we’ve been electing a bunch of the true-believing crazies, who’ve grown up on the Republican groupthink their entire lives. The crazy just keeps boiling down and down to its pure essence.”
Oh, is THAT all?: I blogged on the day it happened that the Supremes had refused to grant cert in Rasul et al. v. Myers et al., in which some Guantanamo detainees had sued Donald Rumsfeld and 10 military officials for having been tortured. At the time, I was hoping that SCOTUSblog, usually the go-to source for interpretation and analysis of high-court decisions, would fill in the contextual gap. As of this writing, that hasn’t happened. But the detainees’ attorneys — who, to state the obvious, have an interest — and Empire Burlesque say the Supremes, agreeing with the Obama Justice Department, which, unconscionably, agreed with the Bush Justice Department before it, have effectively decided that military detainees abroad “are not persons” and therefore “have no right not to be tortured.” Now, aren’t you glad you voted for change?
Before you praise Sen. Ben Nelson, D-Neb., as a “fiscal conservative,” note this.
“I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier”: Way-cool video from Airventure 2009, to the tune of The Killers’ “All These Things I’ve Done” (h/t: Fred):
Setting: My study, a few nights ago. DADDY is doing banking and/or bill-paying, I can’t remember exactly. Enter HOOPER.
Hooper: Daddy, I had a nightmare. (crawls into my lap; snuggles)
Daddy: I’m sorry, buddy. Do you remember what it was about?
Hooper: Yes. (pause) Zombie mines.
Daddy: What? ‘Zombie mines’?
Hooper: Yeah. (pause) Not the mines like you dig. The other kind.
Daddy: The kind that blow up?
Hooper: No. The kind that wear makeup.
Daddy: (understanding slowly dawning) Oooooohhhh. Zombie mimes.
Hooper: Yes. Those. I was scared of them.
Daddy: Well, I would be, too, buddy. But it’s OK. They’re not real. It was just a dream. (trundles Hooper back off to bed)
* * *
Only here’s the thing.
First, if a mime was a zombie, how, at any safe distance, could you tell it from a normal mime? Is there some special mimetic gesture that’s the equivalent of droning, “BRRRRAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNSSSSSSSS”? And if so, why haven’t we been warned?
Second, that night, I also dreamed of zombie mimes. And they were, indeed, scary.
… but I’ve had had more fun doing it on this updated edition:
(h/t: Stinging Nettle)
UPDATE: If this isn’t the first sentence of the book, it should be: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a dead man in possession of a flesh-eating habit, must be in want of a bullet to the brain.”
For your consideration, a 9 1/2-minute zombie film written by Nancy Nall (see my blogroll). (Some language, and a lot of gore, NSFW)
Hey, *I* laughed. Because, you know, zombies.
I Twitter, although almost exclusively for work and not as often as I should. I also follow a few friends and co-workers who Twitter, and courtesy of John Newsom, here’s what a Twitter feed might look like during a zombie attack. Because, and I think Ginmar would agree (although she’s even more partial to werewolves), you can never blog, or Twitter, too much about zombies.