So the other day Mr. Poppins woke up a little disappointed. You see, he had been dreaming about the Zombie Apocalypse.
Apparently he was winning.
This is the conversation between Mr. Poppins and I, regarding the Zombie Apocalypse dream:
Mr. Poppins: I am kind of looking forward to the Zombie Apocalypse.
Me: I'm not really looking forward to it.
Mr. Poppins: You know what we call people who don't look forward to the Zombie Apocalypse?
Me: Women?
Mr. Poppins: No, Zombie Food.
Normally, I wouldn't go telling everyone about Mr. Poppins' fondness for the Zombie Apocalypse. Not so much because he would be embarrassed. I really don't think he would. After all, he was winning. But there's a small--teensy, tiny, itty-bitty--part of me that feels that maybe--yes, maybe--he should be at least a little shy about it.
Mr. Poppins posted about his dream on facebook, proving once again that you can never really and truly, one-hundred-percent, know another person. Perhaps the fault is mine. I mean, I should have known.
He was winning.
But the awesome part, even more awesome than the winning, was that apparently Mr. Poppins is not alone in his Zombie Apocalypse fetish. Apparently, geeks everywhere--the boy kind--are plotting with zeal the best plan of counter attack when the zombies rise. These plans, from what I can tell, usually involve an armored school bus, some flame throwers, and a machete.
I'm sure I'm oversimplifying.
A friend even posted a link to a real live article about the Zombie Apocalypse, which referenced a photo essay:
We here at BB HQ spend a lot of time talking about very important things. Of which would be the Zombie Apocalypse. It seems that geeks of every level have not only been plotting how to deal with the zombies but also how to make them.
You will realize, on closer inspection, that the above picture is of a zombification of a school bus made entirely of legos.
There is a
quiz that will test your odds of surviving such an apocalypse.
71%
As you can plainly see, I have only a 71% chance of surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. But wait. The test did not take into account the fact that I am married to Mr. Poppins.
I think my odds may have just improved dramatically.
And then I googled zombie apocalypse again, and no joke and I wouldn't even have recognized him if we weren't facebook friends, came up with a guy I went to kindergarten with modeling a Zombie Apocalypse t-shirt:
He was a precious and adorable little boy. Now he's a bad*ss zombie killah and he gets paid for it. Seriously. Mr. Poppins will be impressed. This is the t-shirt I am getting for Mr. Poppins:
I wonder if I can get the friends and family discount?
Anyway, it turns out that the Zombie Apocalypse is a huge big deal and, still, I have the luxury of just going about my business and taking my survival for granted.
I do so love Mr. Poppins.
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