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Damned Dead

The wife has left me alone today for a baby shower for our new nephew (affectionately referred to as Joe Junior Junior). Since I know she would never want to watch it, I joined Christian to see how the new Dawn of the Dead movie held up.

Surprisingly well.

A little too well, as I returned to a silent home. I turned on the TV, half expecting zombie reports. I started to look out the windows a little longer with the shades drawn. Doors have been locked and double checked.

I started a drink a little while ago. That was a pretty good movie if it made me this paranoid (as I go through zombie apocalypse backup plans in my head). The only other movie that got me going this good was John Carpenter’s The Thing, which resulted in me thinking seriously that I could test my dog’s blood for a reaction after he kept following me around the house. I could have made a homemade flame thrower…

— cough — Anyway, the new movie has all the same emotional impact as the original. The only difference we noted (and this wasn’t bad, necessarily) was that the zombies didn’t seem to pull as much fleshy stuff off the necks of their victims in slow motion.

That’s okay.

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