The FB Zombie Apocalypse Discussions: Post the First
In honor of Zombie Appreciation week, I will be showcasing my Zombie Apocalypse discussions I have on Facebook with my non-blog friends.
What’s that you say? There is a whole ‘nother social-networking site I use besides Twitter? Yes. And if you were to troll through my whole blog (and comments) you could probably garner enough information to find me on Facebook. If you do that, I will gladly accept your friend request, even though it will mean that you will know what I look like, and what my legal last name is and things like the fact that I am a fan of freeze pops and sleeping and 40 other things.
But that’s not the point. The point is, it’s Zombie Appreciation week, and I’m sick of all of this “I Kissed a Zombie” and “I Slow-Danced with a Zombie” crap. You people are clearly not taking the Zombie Apocalypse seriously enough. That’s why I had to go and enlist some strong personalities to aid me.
Before I put up our threads, which will continue throughout the week, I thought I ought to introduce you to my cast of characters friends.
J.T. Well that’s me. duh.
Jason: My husband. One of the top three smartest people I know. 26 years old, University of Michigan graduate and rabid football fan, now works in internet marketing. And he’s over a foot taller than me. We own a home in the Greenlake/Wallingford area of Seattle. We’ve known each other since we were 14 and are best friends.
Ian: One of the other people who are included in the top three smartest people I know. 25 years old, Jason’s college roommate at Michigan, possibly even rabidder football fan. Currently living in Kazakhstan on a Fulbright (oh, did I just name drop that? why yes, yes I did), working on his PhD in Central Asian studies. He is practically albino, only has nine fingers, and is a really good singer. Has eaten horse meat.
Lindsey: Ian’s girlfriend, a massage therapist, 26 years old. Is quite likely my soul mate, except that Jason is. Possibly Lindsey and I are just the same person. Since Ian and Jason are so similar, I have a theory that Ian saw how happy Jason is with me and went out and got someone similar. Like LOLcats. A lot. Is patiently waiting for Ian to come home after a year in Russia/Kazakhstan, and I believe the count is at less than three weeks.
Jim: For most of these posts, Jim is MIA. This is probably because he is in the army and busy doing non-Facebook things, like jumping jacks and shooting guns and climbing ropes. Possibly spending so much time off of the computer because he has a new girlfriend. I think. If he hasn’t fucked it up. Which he probably has. Has been to real-life war (i.e., Iraq). Is a Captain stationed at Ft Knox, where they keep the gold. Jason and I have been friends with him for over 12 years. He is 26.
I have not exactly asked my friends’ permission to do this, but that’s O.K. For one, only Jason lives near me. Plus, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve put their comments up on my blog posts. In addition to discussing zombies and books, other topics we like to discuss include Michigan Football, kittehs, Gay Marriage, Healthcare, and drinking, but so far those topics have not been relative to my blog.

I found you on Facebook and sent you a friend request! Think I might want to get involved with this Zombie group =)
All right…you got me. damn. I didn’t think anyone would do it.
Go blue!
I would really like to hear what Jim has to say about all this. It must be something to be an army man… running, jumping, climbing trees, killing zombies while you’re up there. Fantastic.
And, Judy? I’m CLEARLY your BACK-UP soul mate, and you are mine. If Jason and Ian ever run off together we’ll have each other. So we’ll leave it at that.
Anyway, I am SUPER excited for what you’ll post for Zombie Appreciation Week. This is really going to help waste away the days while I wait for Ian to get home.
Lindsey: I totally blame you for anyone being able to find me on Facebook, because you use my first name.
Such is life. I don’t expect you to start calling my by my initials just because I start writing under them.
Well I feel sheepish.
It’s O.K., Lindsey, I can’t stay mad at you.
Glad you’re joining in the zombie week. I like your hard hitting edge to it all.