Didn't we kick some zombie ass in one of our dreams? I don't remember which one of us had the dream, but I seem to remember one of us writing about it in our weblogs. I looked around a bit but couldn't find the story. And no, I don't mean the time that we killed the predator with a shovel.

They're already here, dude. There are crackhead zombies all over the Tenderloin. You have to avoid them when you're driving--they'll just stand in the road and stare like a (literally) retarded deer in headlights.

We really do call them zombies and they really can get pretty ridiculous, what with their slow, aimless meandering through the street.

Do the zombies that are there now try to eat your flesh? I thought not. You are a liar and are going to hell, where zombies will be all over your tenderloin.

What the hell is your e-mail? I sent an e-mail to your Charter address and it got bounced back. It might've been the attachment, but it's only 7.5 MB. WTF OMFGZ.`