I have trouble imagining a scenario in which I will empathize with a zombie.
Okay, the voodoo style maybe, not the eat-your-brains style.
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I have trouble imagining a scenario in which I will empathize with a zombie.
Okay, the voodoo style maybe, not the eat-your-brains style.
Ailleann, you heartless brute.
They're lost, alone, dead and hungry. The poor dears.
We should set up an Adopt-A-Zombie service.
"Chuck died at the tender age of 24 of a heroin overdose and recently rose from his grave. He's fairly fresh, easily trainable, and just needs a good home with easy access to a butcher. Won't you please adopt him?"
Does he do Windows?
Does he do Windows?
Well, he's evil, so he probably only does ME
Does he do Windows?
Yes, but only Vista.
That *is* evil...
Personally, I think that ME was WAY more evil than Vista
Oh, jeez, I can't believe I forgot to post this the other day.
So, I'd been watching Torchwood: CoE on the laptop while I did chores and puttered and whatnot. Occasionally, the Punk would wander by and ask questions, like:
"What's that thing in the box? Why is it squirting goop? Dis-GUS-ting!"
"Who's that man in the jacket? Why is he kissing that other man?"
And I'd answer honestly. You know: "That's an alien named 456 and, yes, the goop is disgusting." "That's Captain Jack Harkness and he's kissing the other man because they love each other" etc. etc.
But I hadn't really clued into how much she picked up until a few days ago. I go downstairs and she's been painting and paint (thankfully, watercolors) are everywhere. I say "Emeline! Didn't I tell you to be careful?! Look at this mess!"
She looks at me with wide eyes, glances around wildly, looks at me again...then goes glassy-eyed, points over my shoulder and says "We are coming! We are coming! We are coming!"
I helped her clean up the paint after I was done being crippled with laughter.
Never let her get her hands on a gas mask.
"We. Want. A. Pony! We. Want. A. Pony!"