Oh, I'm not teasing. I mean every word I say. In fact everything I say, because it's so laden with my brand of truthiness, means more than anything else in the world, ever. EVER.
But that smile is hovering somewhere between charming and downright terrifying, just between you and me. The last time I saw something that scary, I was in a burrito-laden hangover watching Nancy Pelosi lighting a Christmas tree.
It's not all fluffy, dead roadkill puppies and dodgy Mexican sewage, though. Sometimes the book follows the movie. They call those 'adaptations.' Or 'Tie-ins', but that latter designation is a complete lie, because there's never any bondage in them whatsoever. But don't, whatever you do, stop reading me. My word is the only word that can't be chopped up. Not even for Scrabble, though the last time I checked, my name gives you 23 points and if you're good, you can make at least two triple-word scores (Colbertica gets you 16).
Maybe you could buy your own morgue. It's not like we've got a shortage of dead people. Although if those zombies get their way, we'll have a whole lot less dead people and a lot more unquiet UNdead people out there. It'll be like the Sixties all over again, but with less pot.