Zombie Pride

There are many reasons why this is such a great city to live in.

Here is but one:

Marginalized minority groups are welcome to celebrate their individuality and uniqueness on given days by parading their respective unnatural lifestyle choices in full view of the general public. Certain established or traditionalist members of the community may be offended at these brash displays of diversity, but I argue the overall health of any metropolis is preserved by embracing such events.

So it goes without saying, I was there the first time my people strode the streets of Cowtown. And so was my camera.

Without further ado, I give you the first annual ZOMBIE WALK:



Just an ordinary mass of listless, jobless teens?




Think again!




Gad, the youth of today. Loitering,
sucking back sugar water with no
regard for their health or longevity,
lacking even such basic means as
ambition, motivation, knees for their
jeans, buttons for their shirts...
a beating heart in their chests.




Even reputable professionals have turned
to this slovenly way of non-life.




A little pop music Where's Waldo? for the after-life set:
Can you spot the Roger Daltrey and Glenn Danzig zombies?
I think there's even a Village Person in there.




This guy misheard his biological imperative to
eat "braaaaaaaaaains..." and opted for the
vegetarian alternative: "braaaaanches..."




This gal really creeped me out.




But these fetching twins I'd ask on a date any time.




Now, this fella didn't object to my
zombie-paparazzi ways at first...




But then he took an unhealthy liking to me.




Despite my initial hesitation,
we forged a fast friendship.




Turns out he's a real sweetheart.




So we went for a pint with some friends of his.




Certain guests were too impatient to
wait for service and instead chose
cannibalism as their appetizer option.




Even zombie gals take the time to
ensure they look their best. Check out
the fine makeup jobs on these hotties.




Though the guys, as usual, go out 'as is'.




But lo: occasional fiends showed a touch of class
and drew many appreciative looks from the ladies.




My buddy, on the other hand, had his advances rebuffed...




And didn't take it too well.


Remember, folks: zombies have feelings too!

...

And this, fellow corpses, was only last year.

2006 saw an even more impressive turnout, though sadly, I was unable to join my bleeding brethren this time around.

No matter. I can't get my fill of photos. So if you're like me, you'll enjoy the following murder of sites with wonderful pics from both last year's inaugural lurch, and this year's sophomore shuffle.

Out of respect, I'll link to them in the zombie native tongue. Peace and long death, brothers and sisters:


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muuuuuaaaaoooooorrrrmmmmggg

oooaaaaarrhhhhhhhhhhfffmmmh

gggggggggggggggggggggggg

rrraaa rrrraaaa rrrrraaaa rrraaaaaahhhhh

ssssssgggggrrrlllllmmggggssss

bbbbrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ooookkkll oookkkllll ooookklllllaaaaaauuuuuu

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asssmmmmlllllrrrrssssslllgghhllfffkkk


The night is young! More to come!