Meat Is Murder

In A Way -
You'll have to stick with me for this one, as it takes a while to develop.  Which, if you haven't found your way here by accident because you were somehow looking for a blog about Charles Dodgson, ought to be familiar to you.
     Okay!  The default Facebook blurb about my blog mentions, amongst other things, zombies, and I was rather rattling on about them yesterday.  

     - excuse me, there's a rather kick-ass fight scene taking place in 'The Defenders' so I have to just take a break -

De fenders*

     Where was I?  Ah!  Yes.  Zombies.  
     Here an aside.  I've just read the second series of 'Marvel Zombies' and there are a couple of things that bother me.  Firstly, the superhero zombies retain their intellect and abilities; I suppose it would be a rather dull series otherwise, but - really, chaps, you're breaking the rules there!

Yeah.  Damn rule-breakers.

     Not only that, but how on earth can you infect the Hulk with a zombie virus by biting him?  Come on!  This implies his skin has all the resilience of a wet piece of toast.  Not only that, because this infection causes instant zombification - how come the world's non-superhero population is not rapidly converted to the walking undead?  I would call that a gaping plot hole.  Although, as is often the case, I may be overthinking this ...
     Anyway, back to the title.  What do zombies (apart from the Dan O'Bannon-spawned ones) crave above all else?  Human flesh!  Or meat.  Quite why this is so is an open question, because a dead digestive system cannot metabolise anything; and before you start banging on about "psychology", let me remind you that human flesh is not generally consumed for nutrition.  Cannibals are rare.**

But not unknown -

     So, in order to function live sustain keep our heroes in suspense, the zombie hordes have to kill normal humans, meaning that they murder for their meat.  Hence today's title.
     What's that?  You thought this was going to be about some similarly-named album by an unlikely-sounding band called The Smithy?  Pshaw!  Utter nonsense, and a quick Google reveals no such band exists.
     Now, let us superglue a duck-caller to the motley's mouth and let it loose in hunting country!

More Of In Range
I didn't want to bang on about this too much yesterday, because it is entirely possible that you out there lack Conrad's appetite for destruction.***  Art?

A reminder

     One of the gems that Ian revealed was the reason why bayonets at the start of the First Unpleasantness were so long.  A British sword bayonet, for example, is about 18" long, which does indeed make it a sword in all but name.  The answer is reach: if you have a long bayonet and your opponent has a short one, then you can safely skewer him before he can return the favour.
     However, once trench warfare arrived, having a five-foot pig-sticking rifle made for a very unwieldy weapon, one that it was easy for an opponent to dodge or get inside of, which is where a whole assortment of hand-held nasties came into being.  Art?

Enough to put a crimp in anyone's day.  Or helmet.

     I think this topic bears coming back to.  Maybe later, I can see your brain beginning to glaze over.

Bugged By Big Birds
I hesitate to get into this topic, as it allows Art to display his crush.  However, let us bite the bullet.  What do the films "Tarantula", "The Black Scorpion" and "The Giant Claw" have in common?
     Gigantism!  A giant spider, a giant scorpion and a giant <ahem> bird.  Art?


     Well, he has good taste, you have to admit.  Yes, as Art so subtly alludes, all three films feature Mara Corday, who seems to have carved out a small niche for herself.  That's Mara above, in case you were wondering.
     Oh, and "Tarantula" also features a certain Clint Eastwood in a small role.  Art?  Stop mooning about and get to work!

Phew.  I expected more Mara.

     Well, time to go get some of that 'food' stuff that you humans put so much store by.
     Later!

*  Yes, this makes more sense in South Canada than Perfidious Albion.  Once again, whose blog is it?
**  Do you see what - O you do.
***  Weirdos.