Kill the head, and the body will die.
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fudjo came over for some kettlebell torture training. We watched some of From Russia with Tough Love with rojagato, and then chatted into the night.
This morning at 9:30(!), I got up to help with yard sale preparations. Around 10:45, I rode out to Microcenter for a spare BP-511 battery, then stopped for some time-consuming, but highly successful shopping on the way back. By the time I returned home, I had unfortunately missedwater_childe and rosif3r's visit to the yard sale, as well as saturniidae's brief appearance. Taking my time out there was still worth it: There has never been finer riding weather, and I found some good clothes.
Some miscellaneous puttering and a shower later, I was ready for zombies. Rounded up the Handycam, the Cybershot, and the D60. Considered, but decided against, bringing a heavy shovel. Collected Rojagato, who was tired, but intrigued, and drove out.
Right around Teele Square, my phone rang.spitcurl informed us that the mob had already departed Davis for Porter. I remarked on the punctuality of the undead -- we were but ten minutes late -- and determined that driving a little ways ahead would benefit us.
Parked in Porter. Armed Rojagato with the Handycam and the Cybershot. Prepared myself to shoot zombies in the head with the D60.
The mob was small at first, but it grew quickly. Walked fast, too -- these were obviously 28 Days-flavored zombies. Spitcurl andtheamazingjb found us. I found that standing still, off to the side, was an effective way to shoot without getting covered in fake blood. Cars, buses, and businesses were all terrorized. Drivers looked annoyed, then confused, then amused.
Discovered that Fudjo, his previous housemate, andaphonia had been turned. Ran into frederic, who was still one of the living.
The motherfuckers walked all the way to The Cellar. I was rip-roaring starving by then -- brains were starting to sound pretty good -- so I hurried off to Zuzu with Frederic, Spitcurl, and Rojagato. My dinner was paid for with proceeds from the yard sale.
Now I'm home, and boy am I tired. Good day, though. Rock climbing and fishtanktinkering tomorrow, I think.
Been thinking about shifting priorities and career focus, but I'll save that for later. Right now, I'm preparing a zombie mob photos entry.
fudjo came over for some kettlebell rojagato, and then chatted into the night.This morning at 9:30(!), I got up to help with yard sale preparations. Around 10:45, I rode out to Microcenter for a spare BP-511 battery, then stopped for some time-consuming, but highly successful shopping on the way back. By the time I returned home, I had unfortunately missed
water_childe and rosif3r's visit to the yard sale, as well as saturniidae's brief appearance. Taking my time out there was still worth it: There has never been finer riding weather, and I found some good clothes. Some miscellaneous puttering and a shower later, I was ready for zombies. Rounded up the Handycam, the Cybershot, and the D60. Considered, but decided against, bringing a heavy shovel. Collected Rojagato, who was tired, but intrigued, and drove out.
Right around Teele Square, my phone rang.
spitcurl informed us that the mob had already departed Davis for Porter. I remarked on the punctuality of the undead -- we were but ten minutes late -- and determined that driving a little ways ahead would benefit us.Parked in Porter. Armed Rojagato with the Handycam and the Cybershot. Prepared myself to shoot zombies in the head with the D60.
The mob was small at first, but it grew quickly. Walked fast, too -- these were obviously 28 Days-flavored zombies. Spitcurl and
theamazingjb found us. I found that standing still, off to the side, was an effective way to shoot without getting covered in fake blood. Cars, buses, and businesses were all terrorized. Drivers looked annoyed, then confused, then amused.Discovered that Fudjo, his previous housemate, and
aphonia had been turned. Ran into frederic, who was still one of the living. The motherfuckers walked all the way to The Cellar. I was rip-roaring starving by then -- brains were starting to sound pretty good -- so I hurried off to Zuzu with Frederic, Spitcurl, and Rojagato. My dinner was paid for with proceeds from the yard sale.
Now I'm home, and boy am I tired. Good day, though. Rock climbing and fishtanktinkering tomorrow, I think.
Been thinking about shifting priorities and career focus, but I'll save that for later. Right now, I'm preparing a zombie mob photos entry.
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Date: 2006-04-30 05:28 am (UTC)Next year I'm just going to come armed with big signs that say EAT ME.
The anti-zombie protesters, complete with a Pirate, were pretty rad too.
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Date: 2006-04-30 04:04 pm (UTC)We were totally attacked by zombies!!
How many people can say that?
Not to mention we also learned that yellow tubing is not the protective barrier one might imagine.
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Date: 2006-04-30 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 05:34 am (UTC)"When do we want them?" ".....BRAINS!"
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Date: 2006-04-30 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-30 03:33 pm (UTC)Ah ha! I knew there was commonality in here somewhere. Sorry for forgetting.
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Date: 2006-05-01 02:23 am (UTC)You're supposed to scramble brains with eggs. Is that even AVAILABLE in Boston?