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zombiepocolypse song

Have you heard this song?



First of all, I have to say that the video is GROSSSSSSSS. Body hair - eeeew. EEEEEEEEEEEW.

But what I really want to say about it is that I cannot get it out of my head.  Ever.  It's just stuck in there on constant repeat like that song from Lambchops: "this is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friend.....".

Part of the not getting out of my head thing is due to the fact that Husband is seriously obsessing over it.  It's the only song he's ever downloaded from itunes to his phone.  And he plays it over and over and over.

I've known my husband for almost 11 years, and do you want to know how many times he has obsessed over a song?

NEVER.  ever.

So I have this theory that the song actually contains subliminal messages.  And my theory says that the messages are actually two tiers deep.  (I've put a lot of scientific brain thought into this - since I'm so super science-y and stuff.) 

The first tier makes the human population want to listen to the song as much as possible.  For instance, that youtube video of the disgusting body hair?  It's been viewed over 59,000,000 times.  That's FIFTY-NINE MILLION!  Which is just super crazy, even if you factor out the grossisity of their painted nakedness.

The second tier is buried a lot deeper, so only our most inner psyches absorb it.  And each time we hear the song, it programs our brain more and more.  And since we're already being brainwashed into listening to it as much as possible, you know our brains are getting good and infected.

I haven't quite figured out what the second tiered subliminal message says. But I am pretty sure it's how the zombiepocolypse is going to start.

Speaking of the zombiepocolypse (I have to pat my own back for that really great intro to this equally awesome plug) I started a second Etsy shop called Dorky Prints.  And I'm testing the waters now, but if it goes well then Elesa from Ahem is going to be my partner, and we're going to rule the world's walls with our amazing dorky prints.  Except that I've only had one sale and I'm feeling like a total loser pants.  So if you know anyone that is dying to have an 8x10 print that looks like this:


Then send them on over to order.

And also let me know if any of you feel a little peckish for some human brains after hearing that song - I'm not really sure how advanced the whole zombiepocolypse has progressed in the general public, but you might want to stab out your ear drums and then get your food storage ready.

Comments

elesa said…
Oh, thank you. I had only heard the Walk Off The Earth version of that song, and I kept forgetting to look the original version up on youtube. It is also the first mp3 I have bought in probably 4 years.

Maybe the song makes us FORGET that we have seen the zombies. Kinda like no one ever remembers they have seen The Silence on Doctor Who. But have you seen season 6 yet? cuz maybe you don't know what I'm talking about.

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