Entomologist, Writer, makeup artist, what can't he do?

For the life of me, I can't figure out why women won't date me. Any thoughts?

So, funny story, I got a little warm and decided to talk a walk to cool off. A minute or two after I got back to the bookstore, someone pulled up and asked if they should call the police for the guy walking around all torn up.

Jason, the president of my writing group. He is pictured in the process of becoming zombified by Aaron.

Cyn and her boyfriend playing on the pirate ship in the back of the bookstore. Her mother had to keep on reminding them that zombies don't kiss.

This is my favorite picture. This is Jim, another member of my writing group. He was worried his wife wouldn't let him in when he got home that night.

A group of highschool kids from donna's kids' school, who were kind enough to come and get all painted up.

Justin and Cynthia, Donna's kids. I was thrilled to have them there. My theory on zombies is that the younger they are, the scarier they are.