Focus on: Zombie Haiku

My Zombie Haiku from my twitter account (randomized order):

Hungry zombies stare / They sense the trapped meat is near / They will be ready
The horde creeps along / leaving torn limbs from victims / and some of their own
I face the undead / shotgun, machete in hand / Beheaded.  Twitching.
I hate this system / Vista really sucks and blows / Zombies hate it, too.
I hear a knocking – / a vicious, awful knocking / I know what it is
Their moans pierce the night / rumbling reverberations / death’s cacophony!
As death takes its hold / My thoughts slow, consumed by brains / I sure am hungry
Intellectual / means nothing to the zombies / till they get your brain
Undead haiku-ers/ who love zombie haiku, lore / deserve their own group!
Brains are rubbery / And rather squeaky, bouncy / Yet zombies dig ’em.
The horde moans and shifts / to lumber after fresh meat / vict’ry by numbers
Zombies – empty slate/Full of zen, hunger – no hate/Who’s better?  Us?  Them?
Zombies bite and moan / Seeking brave eternity /One brain at a time
Hungry zombies moan / though their bellies are quite full / that’s just how they roll
I dream of zombies / Filling the streets with their moans / Bringing strange order.
Brains are rubbery / and a little bit chewy / but zombies love ’em
The hippocampus / is chock full of memories / it tastes bittersweet
Skull is obstinate / can’t reach the amygdala / cortex will do fine
Sitting in my cube / I wish the zombies were here / Sweet, undead release!
They slip on blood, bones / silly, sloppy zombies should / savor each morsel!
Brains drip down their chins / Catching on their rotting clothes / Zombies are messy
Knowing the undead / Is a comfort for my brain / zombies love haiku
A hungry zombie /Sees the skull as a Candy / Coating for the brain
My boss could learn from / zombies – scourges and ministers /  simple: hunger, brains!
Emaciated / they moan from hunger and need / no humans remain
His nose fell right off / into the waiting zombies / they did not eat it
Zombies claw and bite/Purge the world of left and right/Freed by the undead!
Solidarity/ seems only for the undead/ zombies are lucky
brains brains brains brains brains / brains are quite the yummy thing / brains are quite tasty
Tequila is nice / my brain feels slow and squishy / zombies would love it
Zombies eat messy! / They don’t mind when mess tumbles  – / they  love messy brains.
The undead move slow / but are relentless – intent / on getting their brains
I hear them, moaning / on the phone, still in meetings / even beyond death!
The job rots my brain / I am not good zombie food / no winning for me!
The time will come soon / the zombie apocalypse – / headed right for us!
Zombies will nibble / fingers, toes, intestines, but – / they will gobble brains
The undead surround / shuffling bits of bone, flesh / fighting for the scraps
The streets are wet, dark / I hear the horde is near here / Can’t run, hide – or win.
At Union station / zombie victims move to death / unaware undead
Respect the zombies/ for they shall without doubt / all hail the undead
The skull, it goes crunch / These brains are tasty for lunch /  One brain feeds a bunch
Their flesh peels, scraped off / their eyes are dull or missing / zombies are awesome
Zombies prey on us / we flee and cover our heads/ skulls aren’t strong enough!
Undead move in packs / mindless, untiring hunters / people hide in fear
Hungry zombies moan / for brains delicious and sweet / relentless seeking
Zombies greet the day / by cracking bones and moaning / they care not for time!
Zombies rant and rage / Eating brains inside my head / No more butterflies!
Meetings suck my brains / at these times I  sympathize / with the zombie horde
Undead flesh sags, drips/Empty bellies cry for brains/Relentless, Restless.
No wall is so strong / that I can feel safe and sleep / too much death for dreams
Deterring zombies / from delicious brains is dumb. / They will take your brains!
My back is throbbing / it makes me shuffle and wince / I am easy prey.
Brains fill their nostrils / Zombies are ready to eat / Crunch, Slurp — Damn Good Meal!
Skulls are cracked open / revealing delicious brains /  zombies rejoicing
Reanimated / putrescent corpses shamble / and the Earth smells dead.
It will get closer / And closer, ever closer / until we’re undead!
They are here for me / I see them through the key hole / I’m sure they want brains

Before they were cool!

Since high school, I’ve been close to bordering on lame, many times gleefully (or woefully) treading over the line between ‘weird’ and ‘lame.’  Anyway, my fascination with zombies, for a long time, simply was dismissed as a passing fad (and, you guessed it, lame).  Few people can brave the wonderfully done Dawn of the Dead, much less the terribly done (and yet remarkably hilarious) Redneck Zombies.  But I digress.

Zombies, right now, are really really hot, and it’s hard for a discerning zombie enthusiast to find the exceptional material out there.   Even Time magazine is writing about them! Yet, when you won’t be able to buy an RC Zombie any more, and Zombie walks aren’t as cool, and eventually people become as ashamed of them as Hammer Pants, I’ll still be thinking of that sweet, sweet zombie apocalypse.

I’d like to take a moment to discuss the zombie mashup novel I read:

The infamous Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies
The infamous Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies

That’s right,  Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies.  I had blogged about it before, and I ordered it off of Think Geek when it was finally available.

I’ll admit, I was skeptical that it would be as entertaining as its core notion, but I found myself reading it obsessively until it’s end — yet I’m not sure which kept the pages turning — Jane Austen, or the zombies.  I will give credit where credit is due — the zombie plot is not ‘extraneous’ (lots of people like to just . . . add zombies). Within this text it is done quite a bit thoughtfully, especially while keeping in mind some of the tropes and themes of the original book), and overall I found that I was enjoying myself.

The book has the added bonus of lovely little black and white illustrations of key scenes:

Illustration and sneak peek at the text.
Illustration and sneak peek at the text.

Truly well done.  And, most importantly, do not skip the study questions at the end — they are vital!

I’ve taken a break from zombie gaming (sorry, Steve — we WILL get some Resident Evil in at some point!) because of this little game named Oblivion.  Dear God, am I glad that this game wasn’t around in my college days — I never would have graduated.  It truly is a stunning achievement — made by the same developers who have birthed the magnificent world found in Fallout 3:

Fallout 3s Washington, DC
Fallout 3's Washington, DC

Even better?  They made Pittsburgh:

Pittsburgh . . . I mean, The Pitt
Pittsburgh . . . I mean, "The Pitt"

Fallout 3 is an amazingly done game (with a few annoying bugs) that really does give you hours and hours and hours of gameplay.  I’ll also admit, it’s damn fun to watch.

Oblivion is also stunning, also intensely fun (less buggy).  But, as a long time RPG’er, I found something interesting about Oblivion.  I hate leveling.  I got my first character to about level 18 in the first two days — and all of a sudden, every fight was impossible.  Now, my character is a super bad ass level 2, with all over her minor skills higher than her major skills.  You see, unlike in, say, Fallout 3 or Fable, the world levels up with you, which makes it impossibly hard.

Anyway, back to zombies.

I wanted to close with two wonderful links:

exceptionally entertaining article forwarded to me by my dear Lou Ann.

and the stinque zombie bible (thanks, hipspinster!)

Just in case you haven’t been listening?  I’m telling you.  They’re here.