George- you are looking a bit wan in the photo on the left. Miss a few hours sleep?
Trick or treater came to my door earlier. Hair slicked back. Roy Orbison style glasses. Black blazer with high-waisted pants. "Dear lord!" I thought to myself "He's dressed as me in 1989!" He DID have the ultra-80s look down pretty well for a 12 year old.
BTW- Carnival of Souls is my favorite quasi-Zombie film. The uncut early 1960s version and not the lame remake.
When fighting a Zombie horde...hide in the basement. If anyone tells you otherwise, ignore him.
General rule- if Zombies are underfoot, and you are downstairs in your empty house- if you hear something moving around on the second floor, don't investigate.
Likewise, if you are in your parked car and you see a Zombie- start your car and drive away. Do NOT get out to investigate.
If your girlfriend, boyfriend, or partner is gone for two hours and comes back stiff, glassy eyed, dead-white and incapable of anything more articulate than a grunt, and a Zombie siege is underway, don't waste precious time saying "Tom...Tom...Tom? Is something wrong?...Tom?" as he digs through the toolshed looking for that sharpened trowel. Something IS wrong...go with your gut instinct.
With a house full of good weapons to use against a lumbering opponent with a Zombie-rabid bite, for pete's sake don't use lame things like a steak-knife which A) put you within arm's length of the rabid Zombie drool and, B) won't work anyway, your opponent being dead and all.
