Brains.

I'm a mindless, soulless, rotting husk of what used to be a man, propelled not by intelligence, but by an instinctive, insatiable hunger for human flesh, animated by some inexplicable dark evil... and even I could program better than the people at Fox.

Let us all hope that, like myself, Arrested Development rises from the dead and stalks the Earth once again. Perhaps on basic cable.

Brains.

Today I got so mad at my boss, I wanted to eat his brains. So I did. Then I remembered I don't have a job. Man, they are never letting me back into that library again.

Brains.

Has Stephen King ever written a zombie novel? If not, he should.



Because the junk he's writing these days sucks wicked hard.