What is the favorite t-shirt in your closet is the question. My answer is, well, I keep them in a drawer (actually, every drawer I have access to so the problems of storage may be a future point of discussion). And now, when you’ve finished not laughing, I’ll show you this:
Yes, there it is, right in the front. The only t-shirt I own two of, Bennydougs’ Zombie Vampire Robots from Space. Yes, I am so very fond of it, I needed a spare* so there would always be one available in case of emergency, invasion or tea.
Why so fond? The formality of the attacking forces perhaps, the obviously earned by terror medals of some form of alien merit hanging from their shoulders, the frozen abandon with which the redhead screams out her distress, the words bloodily and boldly leaping up from the heather grey to assault you, the unnatural purple hue of the skyscrapers, the bow ties, the random robot hand waving hello in the background…it’s love, you can never count all the reasons.
Bennydougs’ spot-on illustration of the most unexpected of cyber apocalypse scenarios makes me deeply dizzily happy every time I unleash it unto the world. It amuses me to watch small serious children frown and stare as if it should make sense. It’s the poster to the best, most ludicrous B movie never made. I want to write it, direct it and dance in it. I also want to add butlers to the title. Zombie Vampire Robot Butlers is how we refer to the shirt in this house and the direction I intend to take with the straight to your Saturday SyFy monster movie bloc adaptation. So be warned. There will be tea and accents and purple skyscrapers. You will scream. And suggest a sequel.
*No, you can’t borrow the spare.
