There's nothing secret about his identity....
I have the weirdest dreams. I dreamt that Jerry O'Connell, Jessica Biel, and about four adolescents were making their way in a world after the zombie apocalypse. For a time, they holed up with other survivors in a luxury hotel for environmentalists. It was the first completely self-sustained luxury destination.
Eventually, the zombies find a way in, led by an intelligent, nihilistic, telepathic, green-skinned zombie named George. His only goal is to kill every human he meets, because, unlike regular movie zombies, he and his horde are rotting away, and will be totally dead in a few months.
Yeah.
So, the Biel-O'Connell crew escape the zombies, run into the ruined city, and try to make their escape. This being a dream, George inexplicably intercepts them. All seems lost, but then a sniper takes George out, and the zombies about him lose their sense of purpose.
Then my step-father started fiddling with the batteries to the solar panel, and I woke up.
Discordant thought; Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what the first-sentence quip is from...
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Friday, October 12, 2007
Jerry O'Connell
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3 comments:
dude... my secret identity was the greatest show ever. second only to greatest american hero. heh.
And bonus points go out to the Chudder, a gentleman and scholar. He's single, too ladies.
Can't. But I NEED to know where the luxury envronmentalist hotel is.
P.s. The Greatest American Hero? The shit that shaped me. ahhhhhh...
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