More Zombie Madness

May 14, 2007

There’s something about titles (and not titles in the Titles & Forms of Address sense, although I still maintain that Knight Commander in the Order of Bath is the greatest possible honorific). A great title is one of the truly rarest things in literature, and it’s something to cherish and hold when you see it. There’s something magical about the sound of “A Perfect Day for Bananafish,” something that guides you into the story in a wonderful way. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe? is another great title, instantly familiar, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas catches you from the get-go. One of my favorites has always been “Zombie Night at the Gotham Aquarium,” a one-shot from the comic Hitman. The title really captures the insanity of the entire series, where anything can happen to this otherwise mostly normal guy; Thursday night poker night is almost as normal as Zombie night. I’ve always wanted to write something with a similar title, if only to get over my anxiety of influence.

I thought about this title when my apartment was completely surrounded by Zombies on Saturday. At first I thought there were just a few fans dressed up to see 28 Weeks Later, but the Zombies just kept streaming in, carrying signs of protest and demanding their inalienable rights to brains.

Here’s a photo from the early going:495643148_d7d8f59ad7.jpg

Just a smattering of Zombies in this one, but they’re all having a good time and rocking out (as Zombies are prone to do). Things picked up pretty quickly, though.


One of the things I noticed this weekend is that that Zombies are generally poor dressers, although they generally prefer vintage clothing. Also, what does it say about me when I find myself attracted to a Zombie?

Here’s when the Zombie protest started, with the Zombies demanding full rights as people, or, at the very least, chickens.


Sadly, this reactionary wasn’t having any of it!


He wasn’t the only one to join the counter protest against the Zombies. He was soon joined by a coterie of indigents.


Anti-Zombie protesters are unsurprisingly quite clever. I particularly enjoy the “What part of Dead don’t you understand?” sign. Eventually everyone cleared out and Davis Sq. was left to its permanent Zombies:the bizarre old-couple statue that I always forget is a statue.

Still, there are many unanswered questions left from this whole ordeal: 1, are Zombies always so politically motivated? 2, Can they be successfully harnessed as Democratic canvassers, or are all Zombie inherently inclined towards Bolshevism? 3, Do Zombies get scared at people movies? 4, Was this some sort of bizarre pro-life allegory?

Your guess is really as good as mine.

2 Responses to “More Zombie Madness”

  1. Annie Says:

    I assume you’ve read this? It contains the advice that my older bother has been dispensing for years: all you need is a shotgun, as the undead find it hard to come after you when they have no kneecaps.

  2. […] of a mozzarella ice cream made at J. P. Licks, which, in addition to being Dash’s neighbor in zombie riddled Davis Square, is a noted expert in verisimilitude. Last summer’s special flavours including cucumber and […]

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