Archive for June 15th, 2012
This is just another zombie punk clip, but it did get me thinking about what I would do if someone in make-up as convincing as this came at me in a public park or out the entrance of a public bathroom. Would I stand my ground, knowing fully well that there is no such thing as zombies?
Probably not. I’m highly strung to begin with, so that alone means I startle easily. Of course, I might just as easily haul off and deck the guy out of a combination of fear and anger. And then give him a double tap with my foot just to be sure.
More than likely, however, I’d run like everyone else. Why take the chance of standing on intellectual principle and becoming the first person in history to discover a real zombie? Once they get that first bite, it’s over. I’d feel silly afterward, certainly. But I’d feel even more silly with a chunk of flesh taken out of my neck. And with recent events in mind, you don’t even have to be a real zombie to develop a taste for human flesh. Just some bath salts (apparently) and a predisposition toward inappropriate snacking.
I can see the headline now: “Fake zombie prank goes awry as angry Boston man kicks jokester’s head in.” And then, in the courtroom, “I know there is no such thing as zombies, your Honor. But why take the chance? Can you prove that zombies don’t exist? You can’t prove a negative!”
Mind you, this comes from a person who will, on principle, refuse to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior on my deathbed, so we all pick and choose those things on which we will make a final stand.
I’ve probably just seen too many zombie movies late at night with the blankets pulled up to my head, much to the chagrin of my significant other who thinks I should have outgrown this stuff in adolescence.
Quite possibly the worst lip dub to the most annoying song I’ve heard in weeks. But woven together in this guy’s tapestry of joyous face rubbing and arm stretching, it transcends awful to enter that zone that I believe the homosexuals call camp.
BTW something about this guy made my gaydar dish start smoking and keel over in disgust. He’s trying too hard and he moves his hips like a bottom trying to seduce a top on the dance floor.