Happy Halloween weekend, 3.5 readers.
Oh what a holiday. Started by Puritans to ward off evil spirits and now grown ass adults use it as an excuse to have as much cheap, meaningless sex as possible. How times have changed.
Alas, I won’t be at BQB HQ this ‘Ween to pass out treats but fear not for there will be no tricks. My trusty security chief, Bookshelf Q. Battle Dog, will be left behind to dispense treats and his own brand of canine philosophy to any little miscreants who happen to stop by.
What could get me out of my compound on my favorite holiday? Zombies. Yes! Zombies. It seems there has been a zombie invasion in Pittsburgh so the good people of this fair city got together and asked yours truly to save them. Gotta say that is literally the one and only reason I’d ever actually visit Pittsburgh because, let me tell you, this place is the pits.
While I’m away, why don’t you read some of the fabulous interviews I conducted of zombie authors in October of 2015? Yes, people with actual successful writing careers were willing to talk to me. 31 zombie authors to be exact, one a day for 31 days. Plus, you’ll find the journal I kept while East Randomtown was being ransacked by hideous brain chompers.
Remember, 3.5 readers, wear your helmets because this zombie hunter can’t be everywhere. Protect your gray matter because without it, you won’t be able to think and more importantly, you won’t be able to read my blog or my book and, well, come to think of it, critics have called my work pretty brainless so…sure, I guess if you want to give up your brains to a hungry zombie, be my guest. Who am I to stand in your way? I just don’t advise it from a medical standpoint. I mean, I’m no doctor but I just can’t help that physically losing your brains would be good for you.
I don’t do. Don’t take my word for it. Don’t take a zombie’s word for it easier because, you know, they’re biased. Also, the only word they can say is, “BRAINS!” Just do your research.