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I admit for being a gigantic nerd for several reasons. One of them is this, which I recently posted for a geeky-cute anime forum which for some reason I still hang around:

This is my house.
In my house are several things, most importantly three characters. The first of these is a very accomplished Team Zissou Science officer (played by my boyfriend Zatokun,), the second is my zombie-eating plant (more on zombies later,) Truffles, and the third is our acting science officer, Zap-pam-whizoo the Wondercarrot, who is currently the only one doing any work.

This scene occurs smack in the middle of a full fledged zombie invasion. The forces inside (named above) have used nearly all their resources, and have had to board up the front door, blocking it with an (unfortunately) empty bookshelf and antique television. Their remaining provisions (several cans of spam and a keg of low-quality shiraz,) are stashed away in a small box and barrel (see near table,). Their only remaining weapons are six Ginsu knives which were originally a wedding present.

Unfortunately, by this point in the tale, all the wives (read: Jadeelf) have at this point been chopped into tiny bits and tossed to the zombies as a sort of half peace offering. Her (read: my) chalk outline is the only thing left to remind the men inside of her presence. The swordfish on the wall is simply a trophy of times long past, belonging to Zatokun. He would have sooner thrown Jadeelf out to the horde (and indeed, did,) than use the preserved corpse of this mighty and proud fish. ( Men. Go figure.)

The only comfort to the boys inside are the two red cushions stolen from their couch (before they chucked it out the window into the fray,) and the last vial of anti-zombie serum, which is to be administered to the last surviving member of the team, and only in the case of an extreme emergency. The letter on the table is from Publisher's Clearing House, naming Truffles the winner of a several million dollar fortune. (He intends to send the enclosed, self-addressed and stamped envelope back to them with fifty dollars as a bribe, if ever they get out of this.)

As the zombies have -for the moment anyway, become sated with the blood of the fallen Jadeelf,Officer Zatokun and Truffles are comfortably talking about how much they hate dolphins, and when the new Apricot Nine(r) computers are due to come out. (If they had not thrown out their espresso machine just prior to the current conversation, they would likely be sipping placidly while they prattle on.)

All the while Zap-pam-whizoo remains vigilantly at his lookout post, awaiting the return of the zombie front. On his laptop he is currently running (via wireless connection which he is snaking from a now-dead neighbour,) the Myspace page of his high school sweetheart, Lizzlefazzle. He awaits their ultimate demise, and the eventual death of his laptop's battery.