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The Zombie Plan

This is a re-post from last year, but with the debut of The Walking Dead coming up this weekend, I thought it made sense to post this again.  Hey…it’s for YOUR protection.

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Do you have a plan for when the zombies attack?

Please, people…don’t tell me that Halloween is the only time of the year that you think about zombies and the undead. C’mon now…surely you must realize that zombies could bring havoc to the land of the living at any time of the year. What will you do when it happens? Where will you go if you’re being chased by flesh-eating beings? How will you survive the impending apocalypse?

Well…I’ve got a plan. It’s not perfect, it’s not absolute, but it’s a plan. In fact, Sunshine was a little taken aback at knowing that I actually had a plan in place. Well…she’s gonna be in a world of hurt if she doesn’t at least have an escape route in the back of her mind.

So because you never know if somebody who will eventually be a zombie on my trail will read this (and use it to catch me later….duh!!), I’m not going to provide my detailed plan here.  Instead I’m going to help all of you by providing some very important tips on how to stay alive during a zombie apocalypse:

  • Find water. I don’t know about you, but I have yet to see a movie where zombies could do ANYTHING involving water. So find a boat…a life raft, even…and seriously consider going to the nearest island to wait out the storm (so to speak). Of course, if this island has only trees and bugs then you might be in a bit of a jam when it comes to staying alive, so you might need more than just a boat in order to stay alive. Of course, if you don’t live anywhere close to water then you’re probably screwed if this plan is followed.
  • Find weapons. Lots of ‘em. Guns…explosives…machetes…anything that can blow something up or cut something off. You’ll need it. Just remember there are only two places you can focus your attack on: the head and the knees. Everybody knows that zombies eat brains. The flip side of that is the fact that zombies will actually “die” if you destroy their brain. So always try to aim for the head each and every time. Of course, if the head isn’t an option then go for the knees. Why? You can out-run a zombie with only one leg. Trust me.
  • Find a mall. Not only are there a LOT of resources there that are available for you in order to survive (food…water…those shoes you saw on Sex & the City), but there are normally a LOT of places to hide from the undead hordes that might be coming after you. Obviously, there may be some drawbacks like the distinct possibility that more and more zombies might surround the mall because it’s where they used to congregate when they were alive…but for the most part you’re probably in a pretty safe spot. BONUS: Pick a mall with a Wal-Mart or some outdoor specialty store for easier access to zombie-destroying weapons.
  • Find old people. This may sound crass and horrific, but let’s face it: you don’t want to die, AMIRITE?? Do you really think a zombie cares if they’re chewing on flesh from somebody who’s 20 years old or 80 years old? Nah. If you’re being chased by some flesh-eaters, your best bet is planning an escape route that runs past a senior citizen’s home. You may frown upon that idea now, but you’ll thank me later.
  • Find a remote area. Listen…most of the zombie hordes will spend weeks (possibly months) eating on the yummy flesh within the urban areas and cities. So if you live on a farm or in a suburban area, you’re probably in better shape than you think. Is it free of zombies? Well of course not…but it’s still better than being in a city where the undead will breed faster than Octomom in a sperm-donor clinic.
  • Find a way to stay alive for 5 years. The suggestion is that bacteria will have eaten away at the zombies to the point that they cannot actually “survive” after 4-6 years. So if there has been a “zombie war” and you have found a way to self-sustain, then you’ve got a great chance at long-term survival.

Hey…I’m no expert. I’m sure there are ‘official’ websites and books out there that can tell you, in detail, what you need to know in order to completely survive the zombie apocalypse.

But don’t let the Halloween talk make you think this is the only time of the year that you need to think of a plan. Any good parent should have a solid zombie plan.

It’s just a given, isn’t it?


Halloween ’09

I had Ankle Biter over the weekend and yes, that meant I got to spend Halloween with him.  It actually took me a few minutes, but I remember that I had him last Halloween, too…but that was a bit different. 

A year ago, he was only two…and I believe Halloween fell on a Friday night.  That meant The Ex had him all day (she took the day off) and I picked him up that evening.  Well, he wasn’t interested in going out trick-or-treating and was more interested in who was coming to the door every few minutes.  In addition, he went to bed around 7pm so what I did was turn off all of the house lights and left the candy outside with a sign saying to please take three items and leave the rest for others (which worked like a charm, actually).

So this year I was excited.  I had plans for the entire day and couldn’t wait to see how everything ended up. 

Yeah...nothing says "I'm having fun, dad!" like a trip to get the winter tires put on the car.

Yeah...nothing says "I'm having fun, dad!" like a trip to get the winter tires put on the car.

First up was getting the winter tires put on the car.  Yeah…not the greatest father/son expedition, but it’s certainly “that time of the year”. Ankle Biter was in excellent spirits and was fascinated by the entire process.  Right after that, we went to visit my folks.

My parents wanted a picture taken…a “professional” picture…so after lunch we got our stuff together and went to the local Wal-Mart.  Yeah…I know…professional, right?  Anyway, we spent a good hour there taking some pictures (she wasn’t a very good photographer, with only about three poses worth choosing from).  In the end, my mom decided on a ‘serious’ photo of Ankle Biter (she liked how he looked with a black background) and we all decided on a great pic of him and I together (it’s pretty awesome, actually).  The bad part?  I’ve gotta wait two weeks before it gets here.  The good part?  I’ve got a scanner and I’ll make sure to upload it for the world to see (I’m an attention whore, remember?).

AB took a bit of a nap on the way back home and we prepared for a night of Halloween spookery.  I wasn’t entirely sure when to start, as I know really young kids should probably go out a bit early.  So I decided on about 5:45pm.  It was still light outside and I knew exactly where to get started: at the Halloween-crazy neighbours across the street from me.

Ankle Biter was a Power Ranger.  A SUPER Power Ranger.

Super Ankle Biter Power Ranger!

Super Ankle Biter Power Ranger!

Super Ankle Biter Power Ranger!

Super Ankle Biter Power Ranger!

So off we went across the street to the Halloween-crazy place.  They do this every year for their huge Halloween bash, but it really is an incredible sight for trick-or-treaters…and I’m glad we saw things during the day because AB would have been totally scared if we went there at night.

Ahhh...my crazy Halloween-lovin' neighbours.

Ahhh...my crazy Halloween-lovin' neighbours.

We went to another next-door neighbour and he was already getting tired.  Uh oh…not a good sign. 

So I decided that we’d go visit The Ex’s nephew and his girlfriend, who live just down the street.  I drove there because the weather was getting progressively worse, and because Ankle Biter was not acting like he wanted to do much walking around in his Power Ranger outfit.  Once we got there and he was invited inside the house for a few minutes, he immediately took off his mask and tried to rip off his outfit.

This is my haul...get me outta here!

This is my haul...get me outta here!

So that was it.  That was our Halloween.  We went back home and he eagerly got out of his outfit. He then stood at the doorway and watched for the little ghosts and goblins to visit looking for treats.  I really should have taken a picture of that, but the camera was already hooked-up to the computer and away for the evening.

All told, we hit three houses.  But with a little bag of treats from the babysitter and a very appreciated and very cute bag from Sunshine (not to mention a few leftovers from my own stash), his haul wasn’t too bad for a 3-year-old.

The haul

The haul

Yeah…I’m definitely looking forward to more Halloweens in the future.


The Zombie Plan: A Hot Dad’s Guide

I’m out of the office but still writing today!  So please, if you’d be so kind, do me a favor…head on over to Hot Dads and check it out!

The Zombie Plan: A Hot Dad’s Guide

Hot Dads


Do you believe?

ghostsSo here I’m now a firm believer in true love.  Absolute 100% bona fide true blue love.  I believe.

But do I believe in ghosts?

An odd question, I know…but with Halloween just around the corner the question kinda popped up in my head.  I’ve always been one of those people that wanted to believe but wasn’t quite at the point where I did believe.

I mean, I remember seeing the old footage of “Bigfoot” when I was a kid…and I really wanted to believe it to be real, but never believed the ‘proof’.  Same thing with the Loch Ness Monster and aliens.  There was never any definitive proof of anything but I always wanted to believe in these things.

Ghosts, though, are different. 

I’m not a believer in Casper or anything, nor am I a believer in something like what happens in Paranormal Activity.  But I do believe in the afterlife, and with the glorious sights of ghosts and goblins taking place this week leading into Saturday night, the thought has certainly popped into my head a lot more than normal.

I watch Ghost Hunters…and this show, once you ignore the quick edits and the creepy music, is great for those like me who believe in the paranormal but not in the classic Scooby Doo sense.

Sounds without explanation…shadows in areas where there aren’t any people…chairs falling over when there is clearly nobody around… these are things that interest me to no end.  I can’t explain the interest, though, because I’m a big ol’ frightened baby 99% of the time.

I hate scary movies.  I hate horror movies and gory movies and any scenes that give you a fright.  You would think, then, that ghosts would frighten the hell out of me.  They don’t, though.  I would love to encounter the paranormal.  I think I’d be freaked out at first, but then I’d proceed with a communication process.

Strange, I know.

My biggest fears in life are heights and spiders.  In that respect, I’m very similar to Steve on Ghost Hunters.  He’s also a guy who isn’t afraid of the paranormal but is deathly afraid of heights and spiders.  He takes the paranormal for what it is…people who haven’t quite passed through to whatever afterlife they need to pass on to.

What about you?  Do you believe in the afterlife?  The paranormal? Ghosts? Apparitions?  Does this time of the year entertain you or creep you out?


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