… but that’s just because he saw the length and didn’t read the content. I say it’s not a rant because the strongest profanity I used was the word “pissed.” It’s also not a rant because I just wanted to record all the details of yesterday evening’s tryst with MATA before those details got eaten by the virus that lives inside my preggo brain. (You ladies with children know the one I’m talking about.) Plus…
Your Memphis Zombies will be collecting food and flood-relief items for the Mid-South Food Bank May 27 before the walk. I’m really excited about this, and proud of the team for getting this organized. Click here for full details. Two weeks!
MZM2011 is on. Here’s our first flyer. I say first because my intention is to make a few others, since I had lots of pretty funny shots from a session with some local kids. As always, you can follow the invasion on Twitter or Facebook, and check our official website for all the upcoming details.
I still plan on writing a big ol’ zombie-walk recap post, but first. This. This is one of the funniest pictures I have ever ever ever taken. And I bet you could use a laugh right about now. Bonus: I managed to get zombie Waldo in this photo. I didn’t realize there was a Waldo zombie until I saw a video of him after the walk. But BEHOLD! He walked among us!
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Details will be posted here as they’re set. (illustration by the talented Jamie Sanford)
So awesome: (I see so many familiar faces!) Thanks, y’all! HT: Knots
Well well well, this year’s march of the undead featured a wedding, a zombified newsman, and tons of children. Always something keeping it fresh. I think the route was a little long and complicated. Noted. I was so happy to have friends come out to support it and get all goried up. (Amanda and Brandon made pretty hilarious zombies.) Kristin came all the way from Nashville and helped wrangle zombies while I ran around taking…
Welp, in mere hours, it’ll be time once again for the you-know-what. I’ve said the word “zombie” so many times this week that I’m kind of tired of it and would like to not say it again for a few months. So it goes. Every year. I’m paranoid about turnout, of course. I always imagine that it will be, like, thirty people, all of whom will be immensely bored. It’ll be good. I know it…
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