there comes a time when you are simply sick of homework.
and this, ladies and gentlemen, is one of those times.
so instead, in a blazing act of absolute defiance (read: also procrastination), i present to you documentation from the horiffic, terrifying and utterly banal...
roger and i discovered a little while ago that we own more zombie movies than your average film collector, let alone your generally general person. at 16 titles, did we acknowledge that maybe we share an unhealthy obsession with the walking dead? nooooo. we invited some of our favourite people to come and watch them with us.
the dress code: hungry zombie or human bent on survial!
the viewing: night of the living dead (tom savini remake- good for the unitiated), the return of the night of the living dead (for flat-out ridiculousness and picked at random) and dawn of the dead (remake, shown due to popular demand). i'm surprised no one wanted to watch dead heat, starring the one and only treat williams and joe piscopo. wait.... no, i am not.
dariah debunks that popular myth that zombies feed only on human flesh and related by-products.
roger protects his precious brains with an army helmet that mysteriously materialized from the laundry room. oh, what treasures our subterrainean stronghold can yield!
poor brad never saw it coming. still, being eaten alive by sweet daria? what a way to go.
she also took a nibble out of sarah on their way over.
ultimate homeslice denise came as a classic zombie movie human- the pregnant woman. (see: dawn of the dead, both of them) she attempted to bring a baseball bat, but could not find one in time. instead, she brought cookies.
and before you start ragging on that whole fetal alcohol syndrome thing, the stella was empty. emptied by me. and her baby is made of towels.
shelly tries to eat the baby. boy, will she be disappointed.
kerry came all human styles, but decided she would like a little something more- i whipped her up this charming souvenir from a close call with the jaws of an undead mob.
here is myself, daria and shelly all rocking the undead look. very hot for fall. i made shelly up all classic movie zombie style, as this was her first foray into the world of the zombie genre. for the record, she decided she does not like zombie films in the slightest, though she conceded the makeup was pretty cool.
i decided to go a little more intense for my own face, going for a disgusting, yet rather elegant putridity to suggest mid-stages of decay. the scabs and boils were homemade by yours truly, thank you very much for asking. and is it just me, or do i make rotting flesh look hawt?
also not pictured were desiree and her protective frying pan, paul and his japanese dagger (though remember kiddies: close combat with a zombie is never recommended) and kerry, who, wearing her lab jacket, announced that she was fighting zombies with science! i told her that was very day of the dead and she had no idea as to what i was talking about.
so instead, in a blazing act of absolute defiance (read: also procrastination), i present to you documentation from the horiffic, terrifying and utterly banal...
roger and i discovered a little while ago that we own more zombie movies than your average film collector, let alone your generally general person. at 16 titles, did we acknowledge that maybe we share an unhealthy obsession with the walking dead? nooooo. we invited some of our favourite people to come and watch them with us.
the dress code: hungry zombie or human bent on survial!
the viewing: night of the living dead (tom savini remake- good for the unitiated), the return of the night of the living dead (for flat-out ridiculousness and picked at random) and dawn of the dead (remake, shown due to popular demand). i'm surprised no one wanted to watch dead heat, starring the one and only treat williams and joe piscopo. wait.... no, i am not.
dariah debunks that popular myth that zombies feed only on human flesh and related by-products.
roger protects his precious brains with an army helmet that mysteriously materialized from the laundry room. oh, what treasures our subterrainean stronghold can yield!
poor brad never saw it coming. still, being eaten alive by sweet daria? what a way to go.
she also took a nibble out of sarah on their way over.
ultimate homeslice denise came as a classic zombie movie human- the pregnant woman. (see: dawn of the dead, both of them) she attempted to bring a baseball bat, but could not find one in time. instead, she brought cookies.
and before you start ragging on that whole fetal alcohol syndrome thing, the stella was empty. emptied by me. and her baby is made of towels.
shelly tries to eat the baby. boy, will she be disappointed.
kerry came all human styles, but decided she would like a little something more- i whipped her up this charming souvenir from a close call with the jaws of an undead mob.
here is myself, daria and shelly all rocking the undead look. very hot for fall. i made shelly up all classic movie zombie style, as this was her first foray into the world of the zombie genre. for the record, she decided she does not like zombie films in the slightest, though she conceded the makeup was pretty cool.
i decided to go a little more intense for my own face, going for a disgusting, yet rather elegant putridity to suggest mid-stages of decay. the scabs and boils were homemade by yours truly, thank you very much for asking. and is it just me, or do i make rotting flesh look hawt?
also not pictured were desiree and her protective frying pan, paul and his japanese dagger (though remember kiddies: close combat with a zombie is never recommended) and kerry, who, wearing her lab jacket, announced that she was fighting zombies with science! i told her that was very day of the dead and she had no idea as to what i was talking about.