In addition to certain unnamed projects to which I will only refer cryptically, I am eagerly looking forward to any news about the film production of World War Z. The book was amazing and awesome and so many other words and now that I have heard that the script is being written by Mr. Babylon 5, J. Michael Straczynski, I am in full on pants-checking anticipatory mode.

The Zombie Survival Guide was really damn neat and thoroughly consistent in ways that I enjoy when reading books or watching movies. World War Z kept that consistency and tossed in a heaping helping of emotion and tension. It was sweeter than a pile of ponies ridden by baby pandas, but if sweet meant super rad and not like the kind of sweet that seems to have infected 3 Bulls of late.

In light of this past weekend’s events, I’d like to encourage those who have been hiding other various injuries (perhaps an icepick in the neck or a cactus in the face) caused by the Vice President on their property. I understand that you couldn’t come forward before, because that would have jeopardized the status of his “undisclosed location(s).”

Due to recent events though, it appears that some people are chastizing us for not coming out with this information earlier. “Boo hoo, it took us 20 hours to release information about the vice president shooting some dude in the face …,” cry those whiny liberals.

I think it’s time we show them that Cheney shooting a dude is actually not that strange or noteworthy. This is why no one made a big deal out of it on Saturday. Then maybe for once they would stop their inane complaining.

Those who have helped Cheney hunt “the ultimate game” (like a hobo or something), we stand behind you–unless you’re hunting quail … then we stand behind some sort of bulletproof glass.