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My Zombie Roomy (6/21/12)

I had a fantastic laugh today. I think my neighbor thought I was crazy. I opened the door and BOOM, laughter. Actually, the neighbors probably already think I’m crazy.

Anyhow. Here’s what I saw:

The Zombie, watching this video, mimicking it. Laughing/gargling (you grow to like it), and then hitting the replay button.

I had left my computer on, which I generally never do … but there was some software update going on and I left for work with that going. The down side is the keyboard is kinda bloody now, which will make things awkward when I go do the artsy thing and take my laptop to a coffee shop …

I haven’t decided yet if the laugh was worth the gross keyboard, but I’m leaning towards yes.

Oh and I’m also very afraid to look at the history to see what else he was watching before this. Yikes.

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My Zombie Roomy (5/8/12)

Oh yeah. I tried some Bobby Brown on the Zombie and it had no effect.

I was hoping maybe it’d make him really happy, or equally scared, or something. It just would’ve been so funny to me.

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My Zombie Roomy (5/7/12)

Little update on the Great Zombino for you.

If you recall, about two months ago Whitney Houston died. With the predictability of a stick falling, the news and radio channels then blasted Whitney songs for quite a while. Generally I would look for other news, but one day I didn’t.

That’s when I noticed something unexpected, and in a cruel way, hilarious.

The Zombie is AFRAID of Whitney! It’s crazy! He just stopped dead in his tracks, got this big old puppy dog look on his face and kind of shrunk into himself.

At first I was afraid because whatever scares a zombie is bound to be awfully scary, right? Not this time my friends! I turned off the TV because I wanted to listen for whatever he was hearing … and he just went back to his regular self.

I gave him my best “ummm … what?” look for a few long moments. Then I went to the door and snuck a look outside. Nothing. So I flipped back on the TV and his meltdown happened again.

After what some might call cruel but I would call scientific tests, I learned the cold hard truth. The Zombie is afraid of Whitney Houston.

I know it’s cruel, but this is good to know. As much as he and I are “friends” (it’s weird considering him a friend considering, well, you know), I still like knowing that I can stop him from deciding to eat me.

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