The coming Zombie apocalypse, with a little luck!

So I woke up this morning with an old broken bone aching rather sharply. It was almost like I'd slept on it funny or something. But I know better. It was that body trying to give me an important message about some upcoming event of Great Importance. A harbinger of sorts. So I decided to enumerate the possible events it was warning me about.

1. Rain. If this is the case then my old broken bone needs to go back to night school. Get its MBA or SOMETHING. It's rained six out of the last ten days here, and not a single peep out of the old injury. Suddenly it freaks out. I'm seriously doubting this is the message it is sending.

2. The Coming Apocalypse. I've never bought into this concept at all. It's just too well planned out. It's like a huge paranoid delusion that has no loose edges. Everything fits, and far too well. This is NOT how reality behaves. There is too much randomness in our day to day lives for something as stepwise ordered as the predicted apocalypse. Unless we're talking about...

3. The Coming Zombie Apocalypse. Anything that features zombies, high caliber weaponry and the possibility, however remote, of an appearance by Mila Jovovich or Kate Beckinsale...well, COUNT ME IN!

4. a Dire Warning that if I insist on having dreams that feature Mila Jovovich or Kate Beckinsale (or both???!!!) I should NOT say their names aloud. I'm really, really sorry, Emily. /grovels

I don't know about you, but I'm going down into the basement to clean my high caliber weaponry. After I take a shower, shave, put on my coolest clothes and that after shave I never use. Yes, I do own some cool clothes. I got them at Kohl's.

ZOMBIES!