Mission Mission

The zombies got him. The beer and water is still cold though. Enjoy this offer before rigor mortis sets in.

[via the Tens]

Update!

I can do a pretty good impression of his call, and he kind of sounds like a zombie anyway, so I went with it. I had my zombie walk on, and set out hollering… over and over and over… “Cold beer! Cold Water!” Some people had no idea what was going on, but most people recognized who I was supposed to be. And THREE different people mistook me for the man himself, all saying something like, “Oh, my god! He dressed up for Halloween!” One man was convinced I stole CBCW’s shirt. Ganja Treats took my photo! I sold twelve beers and four waters (though I gave away like half of them). But where was the OG CBCW?

And more at Uptown Almanac.

I’ve been watching a lot of horror movies lately. Good ones, bad ones, old ones, new ones. A common element has been that they’re generally 90 minutes long and only about 20 of those minutes are good — filled with zombies, gore and action. The other 70 minutes tend to involve talking, exposition, or irrelevant things like romance and character development.

Meter Maid Me Massacre (by local auteur Cecil B. Feeder) is 20 minutes long, and almost all 20 minutes are packed with artfully crafted gore, serious martial arts action, and topless zombie girls. The characters are paper-thin, the story is ludicrous (who drives a car in this city anyway?), and while there is a romantic subplot, it takes up all of about 30 seconds.

Early scenes take place at Zeitgeist, and the climactic final act takes place in and around Speakeasy Ales & Lagers, so be on the lookout for your favorite bartenders and brewmasters. The film screens today at 5pm as part of Another Hole in the Head at the Roxie.