Oh, yeah. Right. There's a casting call for zombies, and I got a shot at being brainsucker #17. Total random meatsack lumbering around in the background, hungering for human flesh in some low-budget zombie horror flick, but hey, it's still a movie. Even if it is less impressive than Final Destination 4, where somehow I didn't get selected for as a NASCAR-loving Redneck extra at a racetrack scene filmed at my hometown Mobile International Speedway. Guess I didn't know enough about acting to pull that one off. *shrugs* Go fig.
More on this zombie apocalypse as this develops. Until then, I must resume practicing my lifeless shambling from place to place...which, come to think about it, my soul-sucking job actually is preparing me for quite nicely. (See what I did there? Brought the subject back around full-circle. Nice.)