An Evening as a Zombie

Yesterday I went to a protest for zombie’s civil rights (or lack thereof) down at Civic Center. The people there were kind enough to convert me, so that I could be a fellow zombie rather than a

First, on a rather disconcerting note, I’m pretty sure I make a more attractive zombie than person. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this.

Anyways, it was quite fun. Two of the more enthusiastic zombies rushed a newlywed couple on the steps of City Hall (causing some confusion amongst both the couple and the security and cops that showed up shortly afterwards), but for the most part we shuffled about groaning about civil rights and brains.

Also I’m apparently also a zombie for gay marriage. (P.S.: This is awesome.) Someone saw me chatting with an (annoyingly guilt-trip-inclined) advocate from Equality Now, and since my sign happened to be relevant either way (“Equal rights are a no-brainer.”), there is now yet another person wandering around the Bay Area with strange photos of me.

On a side note, shuffling around looking like a zombie with a cardboard sign causes almost zero fuss in San Francisco. I effing love this city.