Took a bit for me to realize you meant what Warren Terra said. ^_^
Not that I insist on not mixing up roots like that, I don’t speak Latin or Greek. As a wise man once wrote, “English is a result of Norman men-at-arms trying to make dates with Saxon barmaids, and no more legitimate than any of the other results.”
I’m going to be mean and snarky. To be a cephelaphore requires two aspects, the second you have firmly and fairly, Mr. Franklin, but the first… immodesty doesn’t become you.
“It’s a whole new area?” What, hasn’t anyone been bitten-but-not-eaten by zombies of Not-Franklin’s type before? I mean, it’s a whole new area for _her_, but..!
Don’t you have to carry your own head? As far as I can see, it was “discount Blade” who was doing the carrying. And “carrying” a sewed on head really isn’t the same thing.
Technically, the name itself and carrying their own head is just an artistic convention. Being a cephalophore really just means you were martyrd by beheading.
Well I guess it’s kinda nice.
I’ve got this zombie body.
It’s something anybody
Who’s got a body can do.
I can’t say I’ll pay price.
Although my skin is kinda gray,
I might be still alive to say,
And now I’ll say it’s true.
Oh, but I
Need some time now, from this promotion,
Time to pick some hearts out of the gore.
Oh, or maybe just for now, a new skin lotion,
‘Cause I could be wrong here, baby,
I may be a carnivore.
‘Cause I gotta moan brains!
I gotta have brains!
‘Cause I gotta get brains, brains!
‘Cause I gotta eat brains, brains, brains!
Baby!
I could start seeking out some prey,
And seize, seize, seize some flesh today,
Well, I’m just giving you the news.
Maybe,
I mean every word I say.
I think I’ll start to hack and slay,
And becoming the latest of the cover girl ghouls.
I’ll eat your liver,
Without emotion,
And dump internal organs on the floor.
Or, or, baby, I’ll be a kidder,
With great commotion.
Well, it might just fill my stomach,
But I’m craving something more.
‘Yes, I’ve gotta moan brains…
Mmm, I gotta have brains!
‘Cause I gotta get brains, brains, brains!
I gotta eat brains-a-brains-a-brains!
I’ll eat your liver,
Without emotion,
And dump internal organs on the floor.
Or, or, baby, I’ll be a kidder,
With great commotion.
Well, it just might fill my stomach,
But I’m craving something more.
‘Cause I gotta moan brains!
Mmm, I gotta have brains!
Because I gotta get brains-a-brains-a-brains!
I gotta eat brains-a-brains-a-brains!
Well, there’s a list in the entry for Colma on Wikipedia. The only entertainer I see is Vince Guaraldi, of “A Charlie Brown Christmas” fame. There’s quite a few famous others, like Joe DiMaggio, William Randolph Hearst, Levi Strauss, Wyatt Earp, and, of course, the Emperor Norton.
Hey, compared to a GREEN, rotting, undead head, Dave’s rotting, undead head might have actally looked pretty good. I don’t know if he could have gotten a date out of it though.
Though there are millions of
Cephalophores that wander through this world
You’ve got something extra going on
I think you probably know
You probably get that a lot.
(This song immediately installed itself in my head upon seeing the word cephalophore, so yes.
)
Which happens a lot more often than you’d expect…
Did y’all learn “cephalophore” from TMBG? Because I sure did.
Took a while to realize a “cephalophore” wasn’t a “cephalovore”. I suppose all zombies are cephalovores?
That’s certainly what I was trying to figure out. Then I did a websearch and all became clear.
Is Dan a mollusc now? http://chestofbooks.com/animals/Manual-Of-Zoology/Chapter-XLV-Gasteropoda-Division-Encephala-Or-Cephalophor.html
Hey, hey, hey! Cephalovore is mixing greek and latin roots! You’re either a Cephalophage or a Cerebrovore! Keep that shit straight.
Good thinking, but we can’t expect great intelligence from a zombie.
…With certain obvious exceptions, like a UNITY who has recently eaten brains.
Took a bit for me to realize you meant what Warren Terra said. ^_^
Not that I insist on not mixing up roots like that, I don’t speak Latin or Greek. As a wise man once wrote, “English is a result of Norman men-at-arms trying to make dates with Saxon barmaids, and no more legitimate than any of the other results.”
I’m going with cephalophage, because cephalophagy is fun to say.
How delightfully assonant
I hope he got a bowling ball bag for Christmas…
LOVE the crazed expression around the eyes in panel 4.
I’m going to be mean and snarky. To be a cephelaphore requires two aspects, the second you have firmly and fairly, Mr. Franklin, but the first… immodesty doesn’t become you.
“It’s a whole new area?” What, hasn’t anyone been bitten-but-not-eaten by zombies of Not-Franklin’s type before? I mean, it’s a whole new area for _her_, but..!
Yeah, do they not have sheds with locks or something?
Don’t you have to carry your own head? As far as I can see, it was “discount Blade” who was doing the carrying. And “carrying” a sewed on head really isn’t the same thing.
Technically, the name itself and carrying their own head is just an artistic convention. Being a cephalophore really just means you were martyrd by beheading.
Well I guess it’s kinda nice.
I’ve got this zombie body.
It’s something anybody
Who’s got a body can do.
I can’t say I’ll pay price.
Although my skin is kinda gray,
I might be still alive to say,
And now I’ll say it’s true.
Oh, but I
Need some time now, from this promotion,
Time to pick some hearts out of the gore.
Oh, or maybe just for now, a new skin lotion,
‘Cause I could be wrong here, baby,
I may be a carnivore.
‘Cause I gotta moan brains!
I gotta have brains!
‘Cause I gotta get brains, brains!
‘Cause I gotta eat brains, brains, brains!
Baby!
I could start seeking out some prey,
And seize, seize, seize some flesh today,
Well, I’m just giving you the news.
Maybe,
I mean every word I say.
I think I’ll start to hack and slay,
And becoming the latest of the cover girl ghouls.
I’ll eat your liver,
Without emotion,
And dump internal organs on the floor.
Or, or, baby, I’ll be a kidder,
With great commotion.
Well, it might just fill my stomach,
But I’m craving something more.
‘Yes, I’ve gotta moan brains…
Mmm, I gotta have brains!
‘Cause I gotta get brains, brains, brains!
I gotta eat brains-a-brains-a-brains!
I’ll eat your liver,
Without emotion,
And dump internal organs on the floor.
Or, or, baby, I’ll be a kidder,
With great commotion.
Well, it just might fill my stomach,
But I’m craving something more.
‘Cause I gotta moan brains!
Mmm, I gotta have brains!
Because I gotta get brains-a-brains-a-brains!
I gotta eat brains-a-brains-a-brains!
—from “Faith,” George Michael.
Thank you, nicely done. Hopefully Mr. Michael will find himself in Colma so he can lose the R from RIP.
I wonder how many entertainers are there?
Well, there’s a list in the entry for Colma on Wikipedia. The only entertainer I see is Vince Guaraldi, of “A Charlie Brown Christmas” fame. There’s quite a few famous others, like Joe DiMaggio, William Randolph Hearst, Levi Strauss, Wyatt Earp, and, of course, the Emperor Norton.
Really nice. Can’t wait for the video.
If I were Franklin I would be getting out my red editor’s pencil because Nick put it more succinctly.
Of course, as a scientist, Zombie Dan is quite comfortable with Greco-Roman tongue-twisters. I, however, had to look it up.
Maybe she and Unity could get together and compare
brain recipesnotesWhat if Franklin’s head met Dave’s head on the bus?
Hey, compared to a GREEN, rotting, undead head, Dave’s rotting, undead head might have actally looked pretty good. I don’t know if he could have gotten a date out of it though.
I predict brain tacos in the future for both of ’em.
And yes, that’s a thing in Mexico. (Hi from Mexico.)
Oh sure. Next you’ll be telling us they eat stomach soup.
I’m rather fond of haggis but you can’t get lungs in this country.
Yeah, damn our luck.