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My Zombie Apocalypse Novella
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Duration: | 03:46 |
Uploaded: | 2010-12-08 |
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MLA Full: | "My Zombie Apocalypse Novella." YouTube, uploaded by vlogbrothers, 8 December 2010, www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZgfxrvC6ro. |
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The Project for Awesome: Every year, thousands of members of the youtube community come together to make videos in support of their favorite nonprofit organizations. You can participate in many ways but the most important thing TODAY is to make a project for awesome video: Show us a charity you support and how they (and you!) are working to decrease the overall worldwide level of suck. (You can google "project for awesome" to watch some past p4a videos.) Soon there will be an official thumbnail to use for your video--we'll explain how to do that--and then on December 17th at noon pacific time, we'll all simultaneously upload our p4a videos to youtube. The project will continue with all of us watching and commenting upon p4a vids and then on Saturday, there will be a huge live show hosted by Youtube from Los Angeles. Leave questions in comments; we or someone from nerdfighteria will try to answer!
In which John reads from his zombie apocalypse novella, which will be one of many raffle prizes benefitting made-of-awesome nonprofit organizations during the youtube project for awesome 2010.
HERE ARE A LOT OF LINKS TO NERDFIGHTASTIC THINGS:
Shirts and Stuff: http://dftba.com/artist/30/Vlogbrothers
Hank's Music: http://dftba.com/artist/15/Hank-Green
John's Books: http://amzn.to/j3LYqo
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Hank's Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/hankimon
Hank's tumblr: http://edwardspoonhands.tumblr.com
John's Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/realjohngreen
John's Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/johngreenfans
John's tumblr: http://fishingboatproceeds.tumblr.com
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VidCon: http://www.youtube.com/vidcon
Hank's Channel: http://www.youtube.com/hankschannel
Truth or Fail: http://www.youtube.com/truthorfail
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Good morning, Hank, it's Wednesday and this is the beginning of my zombie apocalypse novella:
"Pre-zombification, my father was already obsessed with corn. He told me almost every day that corn was in control of us. Corn wants the world to contain more corn, so corn evolves us to agree with it: Corn tells us that we could make sugar out of corn, or fuel out of corn, or plastic out of corn, etc. The flu makes us cough, which spreads the flu. Corn makes us corn-hungry, which spreads corn. He got this idea from a book, and he never ceased to be amazed by it. For years, he would talk about it. We’d be eating mashed potatoes or something, and he’d say, “You know, potatoes are impossible without corn. That corn, it’s everywhere.” (He meant this metaphorically, although it is now nearly true literally.)
I think my dad was so fascinated by this idea because he realized on some fundamental level that he was not in control of his desires: I think he woke up every morning in his nice house with hardwood floors and granite countertops and wondered why he desired granite countertops and hardwood floors, wondered who precisely was running his life. Most people never stop to wonder why they like Pop Tarts or Rain Flow shower heads or skinny girls or whatever it is they like. Although my father never abandoned the narrowly circumscribed suburban life he was fated to desire, the why of it all nagged at him. I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.
Anyway, I have been thinking about the old man because it was a year ago today that I shot him in the chest with a hollow-point .45 caliber bullet. He kind of smiled as he fell backwards onto the overstuffed living room couch. He took a minute to die, and it was the smilingest minute I’d ever seen from him.
A lot of the Z’ed up smile when you kill them. I don’t know if they’re grateful or amused or what, but it helps with the guilt, which quite a lot of people feel. I knew a kid once who was the kind of sentimentalist who found it troubling to think of himself as a murderer, so he called killing Zs completing them. I liked that.
That kid—his name was Marcos Marcos—got Z’ed up somehow. We were living in a very nice heavily chandeliered Lincoln Park townhouse with a few other humanoid types, and then one morning Marcos Marcos made a go at my puppy, Mr. President, and I had to complete him. I completed his head all over the dining room credenza of that fancy townhouse and then me and Mr. President bolted out for the proverbial higher ground.
Newzies go for dogs and cats and cows first, because they’ve still got enough of a moral compass to recognize that separating human beings from their vital organs—aside from being ethically troubling—is cannibalistic.
It is my own moral compass that has done me in now, working through the last few gallons of the gas that runs the generator that pumps the putrid Z’ed out air down here into my Lincoln Square cellar, eating through the last rusted cans of diced tomatoes and Spam, drinking very expensive red wine at the rate of precisely one bottle per day, watching the shelves empty out, wondering—as my father did—what terrible monster lurking inside of me forces me to go on rowing against the current when I could just walk up a staircase, unlock this cellar door, and get Z’ed up like a normal person."
So, Hank, that's the first page of my zombie apocalypse novella which will never be published, not because I dislike zombie apocalypse novellas but because mine is BAD. That's by far the best page of it, it gets much worse from there.
However, the only copy of my zombie apocalypse novella that will ever exist will be just one of many amazing Project For Awesome raffle prizes. Speaking of which, Nerdfighters, I hope you're hard at work on your Project For Awesome videos. If you want to know more about what the Project For Awesome is, look in my pants. (points rapidly)
Hank, I don't want to give too much away but on December seventeenth and eighteenth Project For Awesome videos are going to be featured ALL OVER YOUTUBE so Nerdfighters make those Project For Awesome videos awesome. DFTBA like it says on my shirt, Hank, I'll see you on Friday.
"Pre-zombification, my father was already obsessed with corn. He told me almost every day that corn was in control of us. Corn wants the world to contain more corn, so corn evolves us to agree with it: Corn tells us that we could make sugar out of corn, or fuel out of corn, or plastic out of corn, etc. The flu makes us cough, which spreads the flu. Corn makes us corn-hungry, which spreads corn. He got this idea from a book, and he never ceased to be amazed by it. For years, he would talk about it. We’d be eating mashed potatoes or something, and he’d say, “You know, potatoes are impossible without corn. That corn, it’s everywhere.” (He meant this metaphorically, although it is now nearly true literally.)
I think my dad was so fascinated by this idea because he realized on some fundamental level that he was not in control of his desires: I think he woke up every morning in his nice house with hardwood floors and granite countertops and wondered why he desired granite countertops and hardwood floors, wondered who precisely was running his life. Most people never stop to wonder why they like Pop Tarts or Rain Flow shower heads or skinny girls or whatever it is they like. Although my father never abandoned the narrowly circumscribed suburban life he was fated to desire, the why of it all nagged at him. I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.
Anyway, I have been thinking about the old man because it was a year ago today that I shot him in the chest with a hollow-point .45 caliber bullet. He kind of smiled as he fell backwards onto the overstuffed living room couch. He took a minute to die, and it was the smilingest minute I’d ever seen from him.
A lot of the Z’ed up smile when you kill them. I don’t know if they’re grateful or amused or what, but it helps with the guilt, which quite a lot of people feel. I knew a kid once who was the kind of sentimentalist who found it troubling to think of himself as a murderer, so he called killing Zs completing them. I liked that.
That kid—his name was Marcos Marcos—got Z’ed up somehow. We were living in a very nice heavily chandeliered Lincoln Park townhouse with a few other humanoid types, and then one morning Marcos Marcos made a go at my puppy, Mr. President, and I had to complete him. I completed his head all over the dining room credenza of that fancy townhouse and then me and Mr. President bolted out for the proverbial higher ground.
Newzies go for dogs and cats and cows first, because they’ve still got enough of a moral compass to recognize that separating human beings from their vital organs—aside from being ethically troubling—is cannibalistic.
It is my own moral compass that has done me in now, working through the last few gallons of the gas that runs the generator that pumps the putrid Z’ed out air down here into my Lincoln Square cellar, eating through the last rusted cans of diced tomatoes and Spam, drinking very expensive red wine at the rate of precisely one bottle per day, watching the shelves empty out, wondering—as my father did—what terrible monster lurking inside of me forces me to go on rowing against the current when I could just walk up a staircase, unlock this cellar door, and get Z’ed up like a normal person."
So, Hank, that's the first page of my zombie apocalypse novella which will never be published, not because I dislike zombie apocalypse novellas but because mine is BAD. That's by far the best page of it, it gets much worse from there.
However, the only copy of my zombie apocalypse novella that will ever exist will be just one of many amazing Project For Awesome raffle prizes. Speaking of which, Nerdfighters, I hope you're hard at work on your Project For Awesome videos. If you want to know more about what the Project For Awesome is, look in my pants. (points rapidly)
Hank, I don't want to give too much away but on December seventeenth and eighteenth Project For Awesome videos are going to be featured ALL OVER YOUTUBE so Nerdfighters make those Project For Awesome videos awesome. DFTBA like it says on my shirt, Hank, I'll see you on Friday.