The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

Posts tagged ‘roomy’

My Zombie Roomy (7/7/2010)

I saw on TNT or TBS or one of those that there was a Bruce Lee movie marathon on, so the zombie and I were pretty jazzed about that.

And, such good luck, we turn to the channel and it’s right at the start of Enter the Dragon! I’d say the start is one of the best parts, but all of the parts of that movie are one of the best parts.

Anyway. As we were watching the movie we began to realize – Bruce Lee movies are like hour and a half long reminders of what bad shape we’re in.

Who can climb down a rope with their body at a right angle?! What the hell Bruce Lee!

Oh dude the one with the huge basketball player’s on now.

My Zombie Roomy (4/10/10)

4/10/10
Did you know zombies can giggle? I sure didn’t.

When I came back from running some errands, the Zombie was watching ‘Searching for Bobby Fisher’ and giggling! It was amazing.

I’d seen the movie before, and it didn’t do much for me. Chess. Board. Genius. Eh. I’ll admit that when I was about twenty minutes into the movie the idea of becoming really good at chess occurred to me – but then about ten minutes later I was wishing I wasn’t watching the movie.

It’s really interesting to me what he was giggling about! I asked him and he gave me this sly look and sort of bit his lip (if he had done that like a month ago, during my ‘is the Zombie gay?’ phase, I would’ve totally freaked out).

If you can think of anything – please let me know.

My Zombie Roomy (4/6/10)

4/6/10

I don’t know what part of the brain it is that does this – but I really enjoy combining two words together. Like celebrity names. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes equals TomKat. That sort of thing.

It’s very idiotic, but it’s very pleasing when you get a good combination out of it. If I had to guess, I would bet the same part of my brain that enjoys this is also the part of my brain that enjoys sock puppets and jokes about ham sandwiches (‘why didn’t the guy eat the ham sandwich? Because the sandwich was complimenting him!’ … get it? Like the sandwich is a ham? Would you believe I just thought of that?)

Anyway I wanted to think of a combination for the Zombie and I. That’s when I realized I don’t even have a nickname for him! Just something to call him besides the Zombie. For a while I thought maybe I’d call him ‘Zomb’, or ‘the great Zombino.’

I’ll admit to saying something he did, “was the Zomb!”

The Zombie and I both wish I hadn’t said that.

Anyway, other possible names have been: “the Zoombmate,” “all I wanna do is go-uh zoom, zoom, zoom, with the Zomb, Zomb, Zomb,” (too long a name, otherwise perfect), “Ombie,” (too emasculating), “Z”, “el Z,” (that was a hit for about a week after he and I watched Zorro), “Butt Face,” (he and I were playing co-op on this one video game and … well, he sucks).

I’ll keep thinking on this name thing. Something good is bound to come to me.

Work has been pretty crazy lately so I haven’t had as much time to hang out. What’s weird is this: I think I may actually miss this brain-dead freak. (Don’t tell him I said that though.)