Tim Ireland on tabloids, media, blogs and politics
Don’t mind me… I’m just keeping death anxiety at bay.
Death and why you may have difficulty imagining the experience that follows it.
No, asking a zombie doesn’t count; they haven’t been to the void, emptiness, oblivion *or* the sweet trolley. The best they can imagine is a dull tearing sensation as your shovel separates their head from their neck. Or perhaps some form of zombie heaven for afters, where you get your pick of brains.
Incidentally, I’ve just recently:
a) read and enjoyed Marvel Zombies , quite possibly the most awesome story arc in the history of Marvel comics
b) watched and enjoyed Fido, a heartwarming movie about a boy and his zombie…
(Essentially, it’s Pleasantville meets Night of the Living Dead with a dash of corporate monsterism a’la Robocop, plus deliciously muted amusements from Billy Connolly. If you are now thinking of seeing Fido, go and do. If not, I ask you to at least give the opening 3 minutes a chance.)
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