Banjo Brain Surgery!!!!





And there's a few funny jokes in the comment sections. To boot.

I think this is great. Oh, the possibilities. Somebody should organize a zombie march against alive people pretending to be zombies. Nothing I hate more than pretended zombism. Is there an official zombie day? I guess so. At least in San Francisco. I guess what I'm looking for is pretending to be zombie zombie day. Because I wouldn't want to make the wrong impression. On the other hand, I don't think I'd rather dress up as anything other than a Zombie for Halloween. Is that lazy? Am I a Halloween zombie by wanting to be a zombie for Halloween? It just gets so confusing. Especially with an irregular sleep schedule. At least I know that I'm not a zombie because I have a circadian rhythm. But it gets confusing. The only way you can kill a Romero Zombie is by destroying their brain--zombies are supposed to be mindless killers! This just compounds the irony. I was talking about the Zombie paradigm being subverted by Jessica Valenti--and I think Zombies are such a powerful über-metaphor that it subverts itself inside and out before we make heads or tails of it. 100 doctoral theses. 100 zombie theses you can't stop unless you shoot them in the brain.
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars