Um… I Was Just Kidding About the Zombies! Go Away Now, Please.

Recently, there have been a truly alarming number of people who have found this blog by Googling some kind of variation of the following words/phrases:

 

• Zombies
• Zombie Apocalypse
• Apocalypse
• Jesus Zombie
• Zombie Boobs (I have no absolutely no explanation for this one)
• Zombie Anniversary
• Jesus Apocalypse (Nope, no idea)
• British Zombie Apocalypse (Again…not a clue)
• Was Jesus a Zombie (Yes, Yes he was)

 

Perhaps I should explain the whole “Talking about the Zombie Apocalypse on my Anniversary” thing.  No, I don’t believe the Zombies are coming, nor do I believe the Apocalypse is coming.  I was reading this book: 

Not only is it truly hilarious and original it actually brings up some terrifying points regarding epidemiology and these fucking horrifying things called Prions, but again, no…I don’t think the Zombie Plague is upon us.

 

Oh…and um…people at work…please stop Googling me.  It’s kind of a dead giveaway when you use the CANADIAN GOOGLE.  Actually, stop reading this blog right now…back away slowly from your computer before you loose any and all confidence in my ability to do my job.  Ya know…in case all my references to pinot noir, zombies, vicodin, my boobs and/or constant use of the word fuck didn’t already erode that confidence.