By and copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
The zombie rollercoaster continues as the undead continue to give us their view of being a rotting corpse under the control of Mother Nature.
This time round we meet Comic Book zombie and the zombie who thinks the ending of Toy Story 3 is sacrilege. What happens when a zombie’s faith in God is rocked to its very foundation and why is the spirit of Elvis Presley still going strong in the vast
roaming herds?
A zombie tells why the covid pandemic was much preferable to being undead and why having a club foot makes you feel normal as a zombie. Plus more zombie characters than you can shake a stick at.
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Comic Book Zombie
I had a deep conversation with my best mate once about what it really meant to be an adult grown up. I was one of those people whose childhood passions and hobbies had remained a huge part of their life from toddler steps right up into manhood and continued right up to zombie life began.
There is a time to put away childish things they say but whoever wrote that was a boring old fart whose life was probably spent staring at a dirty window counting every grey relentless raindrop that ran down it.
Why do we need to label everyone? Why is my liking a certain artist or genre at a certain age in society’s eyes abnormal? Why does same eternally correct society tell us we must (must sounds more like an order rather than an option when said out loud) throw away our so called childish things?
Who says I shouldn’t go into a toy store and buy all the latest action figure releases for myself and pretend it’s for one of my non existent kids?
I always wanted to meet whoever wrote that to define for me what exactly they meant and see did they get a final number on those rain drops.
At what age is something too childish to put away? If something you cherished on a long term basis has been part of your life for years do we have to follow Andy’s example in Toy Story and give away Woody and the others just because you are going to college? Is that what we do; drop things we love when the dictates of society declare we should or when we feel pressured to because other grown ups look down on us? Do we have to shy away from the admission of our love for these things like a guilty secret because of the whispers and smirking reactions? Toys and collectibles that had been engrained into out hearts and brought us comfort and pleasure should be trashed? We loved/love them; pure and simple. If you love a person do you get rid of them because your friends or family don’t like them?
Fuck that!
Of course it’s alright to be a football fan or rock music fanatic but when people discover your passion is comic books and all the off shoot merchandise sci fi, fantasy and horror that goes with them it becomes a completely different story.
You always get two reactions; some will tell you about the comics they read as kids and wishes they had kept them as they’d be worth a fortune or some will look at you as if you’ve asked them for their first born. No, you want to say; it’s only certain key issues that are worth money and you never know until hindsight which ones they are. Peoples’ views on Star Wars merchandise are a common universally misconception. People believe you could put any Star Wars character on a toilet roll and it’d sell for a million; aw, you sad misinformed citizens. My dear dad always did say a molecule of knowledge was much more dangerous than stupidity.
When I think about it now in my new zombie carriage giving the middle finger to the so called norm really is a true indicator of how much you love something.
It’s like falling for your soul mate no matter what their faults or worse, if your family hates them. In your eyes they are the only important thing in your life. You love them implicitly without question. Such deep love and passion are ingrained into your being forever regardless of anyone else’s opinion.
I never bought any of my comics just in case they might be worth millions in forty years. I simply bought them for the same reason you go home every night to the one you love. They are part of you as surely as breathing is. Before you know your love for them confirms them as your sole focus. Just as suddenly you find your comic books have suddenly been breeding faster than mice. There’s no thought in it; it’s just instinctual. You get lost in your love of something with no thought of monetary value because you really can’t put a price on passion. That brings me back to the conversation with my buddy I mentioned at the start of my tale.
The Time Warriors and Beyond 