Zombies! Hungh! Good gawd, y'all. What they are a good for?
Well, to name a few things: hitting with baseball bats, swinging golf clubs at, shooting with shotguns and uzis, kicking down stairs, slicing with a katana, whapping in the face with a searing frying pan, clubbing with cash registers, knocking down with a shopping cart, and most of all putting silly hats upon and taking pictures of. While there may be nothing grammatically good about the previous sentence what with its mangled prepositional phrases and lack of structure, the promise of escalating zombie abuse is clearly enough to send me into a gibbering nonsense of violent glee. Our Game of the Week, Dead Rising, will finally answer the question: how many zombies can I kill before I just don't want to kill zombies any more. My guess is that, that number is best expressed in scientific notation with a nice big exponential component. Something like ten to the power of awesome! Even as I found myself wandering a mall this afternoon, I kept my eye out for both shambling undead and the things with which I would abuse them. Remember, all zombies must die!
And, don't worry about missing anything on video this week while finally shuffling the slouching undead off this mortal coil, there's nothing of note coming out. Seriously, look.