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My Zombie Roomy (6/30/10)

6/30/10
The Zombie and I were watching The Karate Kid when we started debating: If we were in that movie, which character would we be? Who would be the karate kid, and who would be Mr. Miyagi?

(Played, respectively by, Mr. Awesome, Ralph Macchio and Mr. Short-and-Awesome, Pat Morita.)

I felt like I would be more like Mr. Miyagi, because I feel like I’m smarter than the Zombie. But, that’s sort of an awkward thing to tell your roommate you think you’re smarter than him. Plus, I got the distinct feeling that he felt like he was Mr. Miyagi. (I think he identified with how short he is? I really have no idea.)

That’s when we had this odd moment. We both kind of waved it off like, “ah, who cares.” We did that because we realized, if we’re anybody, we’re Ali Mills (“Ali with an I!”), played by Elisabeth Shue.

(Though to be honest I feel a deep, emotional connection to the karate kid’s mom.)

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My Zombie Roomy (6/17/10)

6/17/10
I don’t really like scary movies, and zombie flicks are included in that. I have an active imagination, and I don’t need any fuel to scare the crap out of me.

But, I’ll tell you, lately I’ve had a craving to watch a zombie flick. I feel sort of bad about this, too. I feel like if I had a dog for a roommate and I had a craving to watch ‘Old Yeller’. What’s wrong with me? Why do I want to watch zombies eat it?

I decided to be tactful about it, so I got a zombie flick and a sad human flick, that involved people dying. We watched the human flick, ‘Saving Private Ryan’, and the zombie cried during certain parts (that’s a sad movie!).

I thought, ok, yeah, crying makes sense. So then we put in a zombie movie, and he cried (as far as I could tell) an equivalent amount. I didn’t know what to do, but it was sort of contagious, so I cried a little too.

I think I won’t be watching another zombie movie for a while.

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My Zombie Roomy (6/9/10)

6/9/10
I tell you – I’ve never had a roommate who I’ve had so much drama with.

The undead, who knew?

Earlier the Zombie did something – I’m not going to repeat it because I found it offensive – but I’ll tell you it was racist against Hispanics. And possibly sexist. But the racism so outweighed the sexism that it didn’t even occur to me until later.

But here’s the catch – what if the Zombie is Hispanic himself? Then is it acceptable? I mean, it was still bad, and it was sincere and he knew it was unacceptable. But you’re allowed to self-hate.

I’m really curious about finding out if the Zombie’s Hispanic, but the only ways I could think to test were, frankly, racist.

I put on some of the crappy Mexican polka that God knows why people enjoy, and he didn’t seem to enjoy it or hate it. So, neutral.

I put out a newsboy cap, a baseball hat, a do rag and a sombrero and said pick one – and he picked up the remote and turned up the volume (I get the hint, Zombie).

He’s so unresponsive, but I’m so curious now!

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