I'm a little giddy right now.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Christmas is Coming....
Kat from 3BedroomBungalow found this on Etsy, and was kind enough to share, even though it meant someone might beat her to it, and the girls would end up with something all yucky and...pink.
Syd the zombie theremin my little pony
Description
Syd was convinced to go for the surgery my his good friend Maurice, he seems quite happy with the end result. it is of course a little painful but small price to pay for becoming a magical musical instrument.his body was opened up and augmented with a pseudo Theremin. (the odd instrument which makes eldritch noises when you wave at it) pseudo because in this case the Theremin is control by light rather than radio waves but the sound and method of playing is much the same. you wave your hand in front of his eye (after first flipping the switch on his front leg) and spooky sounds emerge. with a little practice you can play a tune simply by moving your hand up and down.
the evolution from my dead little pony to golden steampunk/zombie/musical instrument was not an easy process for Syd and some of his scars are still fresh. the jack in his flank looks particularly raw but as it enables you to plug in headphones, speakers or an amp i think he would agree with me that it was worth it.
he does not do well in bright sunlight, the early evening is his favorite time, his squeal will become too high to be audible if the light is too bright. but in the twighlight, under artificial light or wearing shades he will sing for you endlessly.
well i say endlessly but you might at some point need to change his batteries and fortunately a flap of loose skin on his belly allows you to do this without too much blood loss.
invite Syd into your house and be the envy of all, his sweet song, sweet nature and retched blood stained appearance will melt your heart. probably.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Zombie Artiste Extraordinaire
You must visit cartoonist Scott Johnson's Flickr photostream and check out his 56 Zombies Project. The man uses a chisel-tip marker like Michelangelo used a paintbrush. I rank him up there with the best Mad Magazine artists I so loved as a kid, Al Jaffee and Don Martin. Scott gave us permission to share a couple zombies here on ZNN....
Who DIDN'T want to do this to George Lucas after the dialogue in Phantom Menace?
Have you seen the new BK commercials? Yeah, this isn't really that far from reality.
No wonder we keep them in glass boxes.
These three are just a few of my favorites. Which ones do you like/are you most horrified by?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Zombie-in-Training Program
This is the kind of forward-thinking you expect from the Russian people. This is an actual news story.
MOSCOW - Russian police have arrested three homeless people suspected of eating a 25-year-old man they had butchered and selling other bits of the corpse to a local kebab house.
Suspicions were raised when dismembered parts of a human body were found near a bus stop in the outskirts of the Russian city of Perm, 720 miles east of Moscow.
Three homeless men with previous criminal records have been arrested on suspicion of setting upon a foe with knives and a hammer before chopping up his corpse to eat, local investigators said in a statement.
"After carrying out the crime, the corpse was divided up: part was eaten and part was also sold to a kiosk selling kebabs and pies," the prosecutor's main investigative unit for the Perm region said.
It was not immediately clear from the statement if any of the corpse had been sold to customers.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Public Transport
'I need a new job,' he thought, gazing at his tired reflection in the bus window. Mid-November wind blew rain against his window, obscuring what little he could see past his mirrored face. It was Christmas season in retail now and stores were open later. He hated closing shifts and having to come home in the dark.
Though he was tired and lost in his thoughts the sound of a disturbance behind him roused him instantly. A fallen umbrella, a barking grunt and then the screams. He was out of his seat, gun in hand before the driver had time to react. He had a bead on his target quickly given the confines of a city bus, but as the driver realized what was happening and hit the brakes he had to grab onto a pole to avoid falling backwards. Regaining his balance he found he had lost his original shot. The zombie had fallen forward as well and an older couple sitting directly behind were in his field of fire. "Hey!" he shouted. The zombie rose and took two to the head, dropping him instantly.
The bus was silent. A few other passengers had managed to draw their weapons but most had only been in the process of drawing them. Seeing there was no further threat their guns were returned to holsters, purses and pockets.
"Did he bite anyone?" he asked, pistol still drawn. His ears were still ringing from the two shots so he asked again, but from the look on the young woman three seats from the rear, he already knew the answer.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself.
It was his kill, his responsibility. That was the law. He took a few steps towards her, enough to see the bitten arm she cradled. The driver approached after calling it in and locking down the bus.
"Haz/Mat team'll be here in ten, they're just finishing a clean at the mall. 'Nother bus has been rerouted for us," he reported. "I swept the bus back at the loop twenty minutes ago and I was clean. He musta come on pretty sick but I didn't notice him." The girl looked up, eyes brimming but not crying yet. She had that look of incredulity he had seen far too many times.
'Fuckin' closing shifts,' he thought again. "You want to call somebody?" he asked. Then the tears came.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Drop her, dude, you know the rules," called a kid from across the aisle.
"Shut it, let her make her call," he said watching her fumble with her cell.
"We've all got connections to make, buddy," said a man in a business suit beside him. He had drawn a snub nosed .38 from under his jacket. "If you can't handle it-"
"Clean your hands off and try again," he said to the woman whose bloody fingers were slipping on the phone. His gun was now pointing at Business Man's face.
"Mister..." came the driver from behind. He pulled back the hammer on the gun and looked around from face to face.
"I just finished a nine hour shift. I'm tired, I'm hungry and my feet are killing me. Christmas is a month away and I say she gets to say goodbye to somebody. Does anyone have a problem with that?" There were no responses. Some stared back angry or frightened, most just avoided his gaze.
"Hello, Mom..."
'I need a new job,' he thought, closing his eyes.
Though he was tired and lost in his thoughts the sound of a disturbance behind him roused him instantly. A fallen umbrella, a barking grunt and then the screams. He was out of his seat, gun in hand before the driver had time to react. He had a bead on his target quickly given the confines of a city bus, but as the driver realized what was happening and hit the brakes he had to grab onto a pole to avoid falling backwards. Regaining his balance he found he had lost his original shot. The zombie had fallen forward as well and an older couple sitting directly behind were in his field of fire. "Hey!" he shouted. The zombie rose and took two to the head, dropping him instantly.
The bus was silent. A few other passengers had managed to draw their weapons but most had only been in the process of drawing them. Seeing there was no further threat their guns were returned to holsters, purses and pockets.
"Did he bite anyone?" he asked, pistol still drawn. His ears were still ringing from the two shots so he asked again, but from the look on the young woman three seats from the rear, he already knew the answer.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself.
It was his kill, his responsibility. That was the law. He took a few steps towards her, enough to see the bitten arm she cradled. The driver approached after calling it in and locking down the bus.
"Haz/Mat team'll be here in ten, they're just finishing a clean at the mall. 'Nother bus has been rerouted for us," he reported. "I swept the bus back at the loop twenty minutes ago and I was clean. He musta come on pretty sick but I didn't notice him." The girl looked up, eyes brimming but not crying yet. She had that look of incredulity he had seen far too many times.
'Fuckin' closing shifts,' he thought again. "You want to call somebody?" he asked. Then the tears came.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Drop her, dude, you know the rules," called a kid from across the aisle.
"Shut it, let her make her call," he said watching her fumble with her cell.
"We've all got connections to make, buddy," said a man in a business suit beside him. He had drawn a snub nosed .38 from under his jacket. "If you can't handle it-"
"Clean your hands off and try again," he said to the woman whose bloody fingers were slipping on the phone. His gun was now pointing at Business Man's face.
"Mister..." came the driver from behind. He pulled back the hammer on the gun and looked around from face to face.
"I just finished a nine hour shift. I'm tired, I'm hungry and my feet are killing me. Christmas is a month away and I say she gets to say goodbye to somebody. Does anyone have a problem with that?" There were no responses. Some stared back angry or frightened, most just avoided his gaze.
"Hello, Mom..."
'I need a new job,' he thought, closing his eyes.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Dancing in the Dark
How many people give you a preview of what they will be like as undead? Kind of him to warn us that way, don't you think? Dude may have been weird as hell, but there is no doubt the man was a talented entertainer.
Segueing to Hawaii, because that's what I think of when I think of MJ and zombies...
This is the Hana Performing Arts dance troupe and their version of the Zombie March from MJ's Thriller video. Amazing job on costuming and lighting, and rehearsals were one week. Mahalo for the zombie treat! (If it takes a minute to load, it's because YouTube has been taken over by the undead. All those cute vids of laughing babies? Kiss 'em goodbye.)
Friday, November 6, 2009
Confused
Do zombies in Virginia enjoy children more than adults or are parents in Virginia just looking out for themselves?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
That's No Ordinary Rabbit
A pair of brave rabbits has been caught killing a series of zombies near Cairns, in Queensland, Australia.
For three weeks a local man believed his dog was responsible for the beheaded zombies showing up with teeth marks all over them on his East Barron property’s lawn each morning.
But it turns out it was a pair of rampaging rabbits killing the walking dead.
The 42-year-old boilermaker first made the discovery Tuesday night when he spotted the two wild rabbits attacking a former vicar, recently aflicted by the scourge.
“The zombie-vicar had its remaining arm raised up in the air in the striking position and the two rabbits worked their way around him and killed him in two minutes,” Mr Del Frey said.
“I’m gobsmacked, it’s absolutely incredible.
“We were watching from the veranda with a spotlight, and I thought, who is going to believe this, they’ll think I’m crazy.”
Wildlife expert Paul O’Herlihy of the Cairns Wildlife Safari said it was the first time he had heard of rabbits attacking zombies.
Original cairns.com.au story
Monday, November 2, 2009
Zombie Lunch Box?
Richmond, British Columbia - What's bigger than a picnic basket and even better than one in the eyes of zombies that live in the western provinces of Canada?
A study published this month in the Journal of the Undead says it's minivans driven by families with children who leave behind a trail of spilled juice boxes, Cheerios and coolers carrying other snacks.
Canadian scientists have found that zombies tore up older minivans more frequently than other types of vehicles. They found that minivans represented 29 percent of the vehicles torn into by zombies between 2001 and 2007.
"I though it would be the most practical vehicle for our family," said Chad Tordoff, who recently had to fight off three of the undead with his 16th century ninja sword, "and can we please call it a man-van?"
No word from the zombie community was readily available, except that the moaning of the cursed increases significantly at the name "Dodge Caravan."
The RCMP are asking Canadian drivers to select alternative vehicles. "Who wants to be seen in a mini-van, anyway?" said an RCMP Trooper who wished to remain anonymous, owing to his familial relationship with Mr. Tordoff.
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