Never split up....We couldn't find our friends at the start of the Zombie Walk and they got turned into brain hungry zombies
And wanted my brains
The story of my escape will have to wait for a different time
concerts especially when it is former members of Oingo Boingo (minus Elfman of course).
The Stuff Puff Marshmellow Man and Teen Wolf enjoyed the concert as well
I didn't know Zombies were such big drinkers?
What a freak show!
Buddy the Elf was totally excited telling his friends about the show
My Facebook Movie Page
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Looks like Indy's luck has finally run out
A few years ago a friend and me went to Venice beach to report on a Zombie hoard of about 70 Zombies....They were slow and hungry for flesh..... Last night in Long Beach we went to check out a larger Zombie uprising to find that they are beginning to integrate with human society. The Modern Zombie smokes
They go out to dinner which makes getting a reservation downtown even more difficult.
And we noticed the more zombies there are --the less organized their walks are...The don't shamble around as much as they used to in fact they stop for photos and check for text messages.
And they are learning to speak better......"Rat" this one kept yelling at us. "Rat"
Zombies come in all shapes and sizes.....and from every profession
Even Aliens can become Zombies....."Maybe they will think twice about who they abduct"
This guy was going Brains out
With tough economic times the Ghostbusters have looked to expand their business by getting into the Zombie Security business
The Streets were blocked
The Stores were closed
Would they be coming any minute now?
They leaned out of windows
Anxious for what was going on
It is a once a year event
The Zombie Marathon
The loud speakers blared out
They were right around the bend
The large group of zombies
Trailing the lead car
To be perfectly honest the race itself was a joke.
Because running wasn’t exactly what zombies do best
They stagger and stumble
With arms away from their chest
But with that said it was joy to watch
Hundreds of Zombies
Mindlessly roaming the streets
Looking for brains and dragging their feet
The winner was always a zombie from the lead pack
The single minded sort that really wanted a snack.
One of the ones that stayed focused on the lead car
And kept up his pace could really go far.
Once fallen back of the scent of the pace car
The Zombies tended to wander
Tripping over curbs
And drifting over yonder…
Like faulty robots they would just stagger into things
Slamming their faces repeatedly into walls
Meandering aimlessly between
The races courses concrete walls
From the windows up above the fans they would cheer
And taunt the racers whenever they drew near
Shouting insults and comments
Then showering them with beer
The one thing I can say about the zombies
Even though they are slow
They have great endurance
No need for water…they just go go ..go
26 Miles in sweltering heat
They stagger and stumble
On bare blistered feet
Aggghhhhh! They shout
Over and over and over again
7 Hours into the race ----
And 2 zombies left in the lead
The finish lines fast approaching
What could be more exciting ? Indeed
The pace car just crossed the line
The 2 remaining zombies not far behind..
And there it is a photo finish
It looks like we have a tie!