Turns out this song is really about how zombies aren’t actually after your brains, they just want to dance with you. At least that’s what I’m getting out of this video clip… Playlist link here.
November 13, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
World War Z is book by Max Brooks about the zombie apocalypse, framed as a series of interviews after the fact. Its structure is this brilliant, interlocking thing where each story/interview is complete in itself but the larger story proceeds step by step taking you from the first outbreak to where they are now. It […]
October 30, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
Sometimes I wonder why we all seem so convinced that this is the next step. Perhaps it’s because so many people already look like zombies — shuffling feet, dead eyes… I read a story that was the vampire apocalypse the other day and to start with I had to keep reminding myself: vampires, not zombies. Because my brain just seemed […]
February 14, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
Me: I need to stop reading about serial killers. I’m starting to dream about them. Rick: And become one. Me: What? Rick: On your blog today… Me: No! That’s totally different. That wasn’t serial killing. That was… well, one at a time, in isolation, not one after another until they’re all dead. Not serial killing. […]
December 30, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
I don’t know about you, but sometimes when I hear people planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse I start to wonder if they’re looking forward to it. If that’s you, or, you know, you think your exercise routine needs a bit more of an adrenaline rush (or you enjoy framing your whole life as a […]
November 18, 2011 by Kandace Mavrick
Do you lie in bed planning your day and rehearse your parents’ eulogies just in case you’re called upon to make them at short notice? Do you think about what your future self would have to say to validate their identity when they travel through time to give you advice? Have you thought about how […]
August 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
For a long time, I never remembered any of my dreams. 'For a long time' is particular, as I do distinctly recall being a young child, recounting to my Grandmother how I dreamt of a piebald man, trying to bite chunks out of my flesh. Say, 7 or 8 years old.
May 24, 2013 by Kandace Mavrick
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