
Well, so as some of you may be aware, if you wanted to vote on Zombie Survival Champion 2010, you could really only do it from home, so at last check we were at 13 votes total.
Once again we’re faced with the cold reality of technology smashing into democracy–a problem we wouldn’t be worrying about at all during a Zombie Apocalypse.
You dig?
Look, no dis intended, but it’s a bit absurd that Marc Glasser and Jason Clement are leading the polls (2 votes each) when it is frankly quite obvious that a Zombie Survival Champion would need to physically kick the asses of at lest 2 zombies at a time. Just sayin. There are some other standouts I owuld like to call out as well: Alon? Phil? Kelli? Have you people lost your minds?
In other words, I’ll be putting together a panel of pundits and we will presume to know better than the WKNY masses. Expect in-depth understanding and analysis of a Zombie Invasion-style Situation. Expect a seriously un-funny look into who you (if you are a WKNY employee) should look to stand next to during the early stages of the mathematically inevitable Zombie Apocalypse.
I would also like to address what will likely be brought to my attention after the publishing of this upcoming report. I do not, and nor will any of our esteemed panel members respect the notion that someone could talk a zombie down, whether through diplomacy or aural aggression. Furthermore, stares-of-death, strong ping-pong skills, office seniority, animals, and preferred sexual partners will not be considered either, so don’t ask.


I want to know who the two fools were who voted for me. I mean, really, folks, what were you thinking? Zombies’ grammar is notoriously difficult to correct – we all know that “Brains!” is a mere sentence fragment, but you try and get them to add a verb, let alone modifiers. No luck at all. And the red pen may be mightier than the sword, but does a zombie know that? I think not. *I* sure wouldn’t lay odds on my chances against an attack by these frightening creatures.
Or am I just being nominated to step into the fray so as to buy time for the rest of you to run? That I’d believe.