I like zombies. More specifically, I enjoy zombie culture. You know…movies, games, comic books, paintings, performance art…all of it. Dana likes zombies also. But I am clearly winning in the “more zombie liking” competition. Dana is crushing me in the “more hockey liking” competition, but who cares about hockey.
although I would definitely get into zombie hockey
So far I have played 284 hours of Left 4 Dead and 121 hours of Left 4 Dead 2 (according to my Steam profile). I submit that this is a respectable amount of zombie killing. I prefer the Romero style slow zombie, although I must admit that I do truly love the Zack Snyder 2004 “remake” of Dawn of the Dead. My point is that I have some zombie skills. I am currently applying those skills to increase my XP by watching The Walking Dead.
I would like the source comic more if there were more zombies in it
Season 2 of AMC’s The Walking Dead just started. I hated the last episode of season 1 where they are all stuck in the CDC talking about hopelessness and being generally depressing and lame. It simply was not interesting. So I was pleased with the show’s new start. There were lots of zombies and bickering between the survivors. Some nice face bashing with rocks. Some tense hiding under cars. Yep, the church scene was overdone, but mostly it was an enjoyable 90 minutes.
What I truly loved though is the internet dork discussion/argument/nerd rage over the description of the highway scene as a “herd” by one of the characters on the show. This led to comments full of misplaced smugness as to when that word was first used in the comic and why it would not make sense at this point in the tv show, blah blah blah.
My conclusion: The Walking Dead is good. Reading forums on the interweb is more funner.
Also happening: Dana and I are going to a haunted hotel in Vermont this weekend. Expect video.
Also happening part II: Saints Row: the Third will be released in a few short weeks. Games Radar says, “Imagine a room filled with serious gaming pundits, arguing over the musty old trope of “Are games art?” Dour faces abound and serious glares indicate that this is an important issue that we must discuss. Suddenly, a fat man in a Hawaiian shirt and groucho marx glasses bursts into the room waving a purple dildo in everyone’s face while ripping huge farts. The man presses a button on his remote control and a small army of prostitutes floods the room while a huge stereo emerges from the floor. The pundits suddenly forget what they were talking about and start to enjoy themselves. This man is Saints Row: The Third, and he has come to save us from this boring discussion.”
fun
-paul
