In The Beginning

The original name for this was “Let’s Get Dangerous.” An allusion to recovering a cultural edge that I feel has been lost in these odd times. It’s also something I say to my 7 – 10 year old Tae Kwan Do students when I want to get their parents attention. Then at 2:00am in the morning I realized I was quoting Darkwing Duck and stood a possible chance of having the snot sued out of me by the Disney Corporation.

So, I decided to go with “The Dysfunctional Zombie” instead. This is a more ironic take on the lost cultural edge I mentioned earlier. I also happen to like Zombies. Not the new, modern, flesh eating variety that can be found haunting the local grocery store but the older, more dignified zombie from films like White Zombie and King of The Zombies. Slower, more laid back I admit but they have a distinct charm that simply cannot be beaten by randomly ripping a limb out of its socket.

So, why have I started this? Well, two reason spring to mind:

1. I need to exercise my writing ability so I thought victimizing the blogging community was an appropriate venue.
2. Exploring various topics in a decidedly one sided forum for the amusement of a singular person appeals to me.

Besides, my wife wasn’t quite sure the world was ready for me to start “blogging.”

The Dysfunction of a Zombie

If you are saying to yourself, “A zombie can’t be dysfunctional. Their purpose is to be, well, a zombie and all zombies do is wander around moaning a lot,” then you really are not going to enjoy this space at all. Go find a nice Garfield comic to take the burden off your mind.

It isn’t going to happen here.

Think about it.

A dysfunctional zombie would be a functional being.

It’s called “irony!”

Jeez!