No, this isn’t a leftover costume from Halloween. Mary MeeKwick dresses up for every occasion. Dining out. Cleaning the toilet. Robbing banks. She’s always a vision of loveliness…
Boo!
I just got back from seeing a truly rotten zombie movie. (Rotten in a good way, of course, as all zombie movies should be.)
Apparently the secret to enjoying a truly rotten zombie movie (in this case “The Children” from 1980) is to have a really stiff drink and to watch it with a bunch of other people who have really stiff drinks in a movie theater rented out for the evening.
It helps greatly if the zombies are cute radioactive children who literally hug people to death. (Sizzle. Argggh!)
Audience participation is another plus. Best audience commentary of the night: “Hugs! Not drugs!”
Runner up: “You just shot a dead dog.”
My thanks to my pal Mark Rahner and film critic Robert Horton for hosting a truly rotten evening. By the way, the name of their wild west zombie comic book is…”Rotten.” And, yes, it’s “rotten” in a good way too.
Ladies, as the official spokesman for all men, I can assure you that today’s comic is…oh, hell. It’s true. But don’t feel that you actually have to cook for us.
I mean, it’s not like we’re going to actually die of starvation. We can follow recipes (if there are pictures); toast bread without burning down the house (sometimes); and we can learn to whip eggs into submission. (Bad eggs!)
In short, we’re as smart as you. We’re just lazier and better at ordering takeout!
Today is Gladys Rumplethorne’s birthday. She and her husband Frank have been happily married for almost a year. The other 22 years of marriage are best not discussed.
