The Truth About Zombies
My name is Erin and I am not a zombie, though my boyfriend, the gangster, Ryu, and the ghoul, Clément, tried to make one of me. They nearly succeeded, too, but Clément blew it—as he usually does—and although I no longer speak, appear to be totally apathetic, and exhibit other zombie-like behaviors, I was not really “made” in the traditional sense. I still have my will. If you read the official accounts, you’ll find that Erin Orison, the talented and rebellious only daughter of American ambassador,...
Dead Love: Zombie Ants!
Forget about the conqueror worm, here’s a death trap of the zombie kind. Imagine the fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis as the bokor and the poor little carpenter ant as the zombie. Yes, it’s a horror that has been going on for 48 million years according to The Guardian...
Dead Love: This Zombie ...
DEAD LOVE has landed in the Bay Area! Zombie celebrations coming up! To kick-off listen in as author Linda Watanabe McFerrin and Lilycat discuss the zombie invasion right down to its dark roots. Yeah! Also on the show is the Director of Paranormal Research and “The Witch”...
Dead Love: Vaccine Zomb...
WARNING! BEWARE! Vaccination or contamination? The zombie patrol project has identified problems with various vaccinations. If you are compulsive about “shooting up” every year or forcing it upon your loved ones, you might want to think about what’s in the syringe....
Dead Love: Voltaire Sha...
Musical interlude: a zombie children’s favorite – Voltaire’s “BRAINS!” from a LIVE performance at the New York Anime Fest. He’s a dark troubadour with a bit of the Guedeh about him in this performance. “Papa Guedeh,” the loa of the dead in...
Dead Love: Rad and the ...
Ooooh, just had the pleasure of interviewing Rad Lewandowski, the founder of Zombie Hoard. Rad is devoted to the undead. Rad, you are a zombie-mad dude after my own heart. Dead, dead, dead love you! Q. What’s going on with zombies? A. Zombies are huge right now! Forget about those...
8. Ghul-ish Thoughts (2...
“You, skulking out there on the terrace, shut that door,” Mother’s friend said to the gardener. The friend was thin, pale and dark-haired like my mother. She wore a black suit, black hat, sheer black stockings, black heels. The gardener, a bony little man, nodded respectfully and...
Dead Love: Zombie Cooki...
OK, I might as well expose myself … I mean trauma-wise, of course. Here’s the problem: I am being tasked to make zombie cookies and this is freaking me out. Now you might think just because I made that amazing brainloaf à la zombie (you remember that, right?) that I am a...