Yeah, I'm talking to you! Put down that infant-leg you're gnawing on and give the world a gift. And by "the world" I mean my pal Stacie Ponder - she's earned it. She gives and gives and all we rotten scoundrels do is take and take until she's nothing but an empty shell, a sad sack of shattered dreams. We're monsters! Monsters!
Ahem. Stacie Ponder of Final Girl went and made a delightful short zombie movie called They Won't Stay Fed! and entered it in a contest right here. You go vote! Do it now! Yes, you have to register, but it takes like ten seconds and then you can totally vote for her something like 15 times a day. You can just keep clicking and clicking (and knitting and knitting and knitting). It's ridiculous. Ridonkulous, maybe, even.
Anyway, if Stacie wins she's promised us all foot massages. Not really, but I'm just putting that out there. My feet are fucking killing me. Anyone?