I see every zombie story as an example of what not to do, and chief among the list of what not to do is to forget our ongoing, unique, and rarefied tension between the drive to be pack animals and the drive to be something special. This balance is a dialectic, and always will be.

Here’s the thing, though.  Zombies?  They aren’t likely to be friendly.  They aren’t likely to be all that mean either.  They’re just, well, zombies.  They shamble about and try to eat you, buts its not personal.  Its business – zombie business.  Kind of like the Sopranos without much dialogue. And my business has somehow become zombie business, which is just [...]

You can’t really deny the zombie thing. You can shake your head and you can wonder and you can ponder and you can act like none of it makes any sense to you, but you just can’t deny it. The evidence screams (or, more appropriately, moans) that zombies are definitely in.