It’s been seven hours and fifteen days...since you took your love away

Maybe I was too quick to judge Shaun of the Dead in my last post? The only thing I knew about the film was the title...and one preview. Maybe I'll like it...maybe I'll hate it...but I admire Uncle Grambo's devotion to this new rom-zom-com (romantic zombie comedy) genre. Maybe devotion is the wrong word...appreciation? That's better. Oh, and congrats U.G. on your buzz. Obvs.

I just remembered that last night a rotund Irishman w/ a white beard (helping you to form a mental image) bumped into me while trying to squeeze through the crowd. I moved out of the way (as I do...I'm polite like that) but he just stared at me, checking me out (you know, looking me up and down...liked what he saw). He mumbled something through his thick accent and slightly slurred speech and after three rounds of "what?" I finally deciphered what he was trying to tell me:
"Now that I've seen ya, I want ya"
Damn....I've still got it!

You rip up one picture of the Pope....
Sinead "Nothing Compares 2 U" O'Connor has taken out a full page ad in the Irish Examiner, pleading for people to stop making fun of her. Didn't your mother teach you that the best way to get rid of a bully is to ignore him? You've just doused kerosene onto the fire that is your ridicule. Fight the real enemy!

So Zombie movie night looks like it can go one of two ways:
1) Watching Dead Alive at Kerry's while partaking in a little malt liquor
2) Watching Shaun of the Dead at the Arclight as part of their 21 + drinking movies.
Funny that #2 is an option after I disregarded it so easily. Upon careful consideration, I let Kerry know that I'm easy and down for whatever. That's just how I do.
R.