According to my favorite zombie killing twitterer, the preferred method is crossbow because the noise from guns just attracts other zombies.
Who is this? I must know.
I try not to think about if our house is zombie-defensible, because I KNOW it's not, thanks. My nightmares after reading WWZ proved that.
(Note to self: get an aluminum baseball bat.)
ION, my house has eaten a book. I have searched all the bookshelves it could be on, multiple times, and no luck. I just went and asked Clovis, and I'm about to go rummage in a cabinet. This is what happens when you own a picture book called "The Haunted Dollhouse".
I totally can't get behind the idea of a crossbow. You need to fuck up the cranium more than that.
So I ate the top off a muffin. I figure I can stuff down some pineapple pieces, but this is a waste of a nutrition day. Which doesn't help the migraine, I'm sure, but is because of it.
Jilli, it's @WausauLoner. I know the guy who writes it. It's a great twitter stream.
I agree with ita -- Dean's lays don't die! They don't necessarily see him again, but they don't die.
She says, wandering way late into the conversation.
Ooo, thank you, Cashmere!
Zenkitty, I would be hugely surprised if it was under a sofa cushion. But it wasn't in the cabinet. Upstairs is my next spot to check.
raises eyebrow suspiciously at Vortex
hey, if Mal thinks I've impuged his prowess, he is welcome to come to my bed and prove me wrong.
ION, my house has eaten a book.
My house has eaten a library book and I just ran out of renewals.
Book is nowhere to be found. This is ridiculous.
OK, WTF? I get to my hotel, and the guy at the desk is like "OH! Are you the one we just gave directions to?" and I tell him no. Fine.
I get to my room, and ...ok, I take off most of my clothes, cause it's more comfy. And a minute later, someone knocks on my door. So I have to put my clothes back on. And it's some random woman who's like "Are you the one I just talked to?". Um, NO?
A minute later, my phone rings. WTF? "Hi, this is (name), calling from the Captain's Lounge, are you the one I just talked to in the hall when I was going to do the dishes?" NO! Ferchrissake people, let me eat my dinner and surf the net and watch SYTYCD in peace! I AM NOT THE ONE! (Er, unless The One gets lots of cash. Then, yes, I am The One)
