Columbus: Oh, America. I wish I could tell you that this was still America, but I've come to realize that you can't have a country without people. And there are no people here. No, my friends. This is now the United States of Zombieland.
Eisenberg, Jessie, perf. Zombieland. Dir. Ruben Fleischer. Columbia Pictures. Film.
TIME: 8:02 PM
PLACE: Front yard
StellaDella being, as she put it, “…a zombie that fell in paint, got it all over her hands, but went through a sprinkler garden.”
(Oh, and do you see that string in the background? About 4 weeks ago, our next door neighbor (who rents the house) planted a bush back by the garages. It was planted on our side of the property line. So HH tells him (nicely) that he might want to move it and helpfully points out where the line is. A few days later, I go outside and see a string that follows the 120’ line running from the front sidewalk to the back fence. Not sure if the neighbor put it up or the property owner did. I’m also not sure if I should be taken aback or amused by this. I’ll go with amused.)