23 August, 2008

Sometimes, I frighten myself. Mostly it is just other people though.

We all have little eccentricities. Mine is that every time I walk into a building I asses its zombie defense potential. I asses access choke points, door security, storage space, supplies on hand, and numerous other features that might prove useful to a long term defensive position in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

I don't know why I do this, but it's probably a by-product of having watched an unhealthy amount of zombie movies (Everything from The Serpent and the Rainbow to Dawn of the Dead remake, and then some.) I can't recall the first time I watched a zombie movie, as all the horror movies I watched before I was eight are just a nightmarish blur. However, the first movie of the zombish persuasion I do recall watching was the original black and white night of the living dead when I was eight, why in gods name my father let me watch it, I will never know, but I do recall that coupling this movie with my sister leaping out of my closet screaming when I tried to go to bed left me awake for the entire night. Which is no small feat. Mind you, it isn't that I am hard to scare, tons of things scare me, but my love of sleep tends to override my sense of fear.

Since then I have simply devoured Zombie moves. I rent them, I see them in theatre, I watch them on TV, I buy the DVDs, I write scripts for zombie movies, I have even made a Zombie movie.

Often when people discuss dreams, I comment about the fact that I regularly dream of Zombies, and my fellow conversation goers generally exclaim that it must be horrible to be plagued by such nightmares, and I just sigh, because they don't understand.....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If Zombies scare you you most likely haven't seen the langoliers that s**t wil scare the s**t out of you it did to me couldn't sleep for two nite