By the way, unless you've been under a rock lately, you've probably noticed the great Ebola outbreak in Liberia and Sierra Leone. It's the largest Ebola outbreak in human history. 2500 are infected and around 1500 have died. The first European, a Spanish missionary priest, has died of Ebola. Two American missionary doctors became infected and only recovered after dramatic interventions.
And, just like that, I am sensing the death of the American infatuation with zombies. No more zombies... because zombie-hood is really just a metaphor for death. The young and the old, the good and the bad, the beloved-by-you and the strangers-to-you, ... all go to the same place. They all become zombie, moaning and shuffling and eating your brains and infecting you. It's deliciously sad and scary... but only when kept at arms length.
Now that disastrous plagues have suddenly become real, zombies have lost their allure. There are already biohazard signs all over the place on the news. There are hysterical talking heads discussing the wisdom of closing borders, screening airline passengers, and bringing the occasional saintly ebola-infected doctor back to the US for treatment. You want zombies? Flip on the news. We don't really need to watch images like these: