In which the DJ suffers through a call in from a…gasp…politician.
In which the Zombie Radio DJ gets his stand up comedian on. Join in on the laugh track.
In which the DJ dreams of pummeling zombies with snowballs.
In which the DJ remembers the passing of one of the greatest musical artists of modern times. RIP David Bowie. You will live on in an infinite, swirling chaos of artistic inspiration. Human being. Celestial being. Creator of wonder.
In which the DJ explains his latest micro-nap nightmare.
In which the DJ chimes in on the new world order of “Family”. This episode of Zombie Radio is dedicated to my parents, Jack and Versa Wallen, both of which who passed away in 2015. You were very much loved Continue reading
In which the DJ offers up a few ways to ring in the new year…apocalyptic style!
In which the DJ is caught napping and having a recursive dream. Ah recursion. And donuts.
In which the DJ does something most embarrassing…he sings a classic Christmas tune in the key of apocalypse.
Even in the apocalypse, the DJ proclaims a cold still sucks (with the bonus of getting to hear him imitate a zombie with a cold)!
In which the DJ receives a heart-wrenching phone call.
In which the DJ gets a phone call from a man channelling his inner Jim Jones. A portion of this episode uses a portion of text from an actual sermon of the infamous Jim Jones, thanks to the Jonestown Institute, Continue reading
In which the DJ calls out for the Zombie Radio Nation to awaken their souls and come together, as a race of human beings, to take down the terrorists known as the Zero Day Collective.
In which the DJ laments on the old tradition of Christmas encroaching on Halloween. Ho. Ho. No!
In which the DJ calls out the Zero Day Collective for ruining the night of nights.
Of all the things I’ve lost…I miss these things the most. The DJ ponders this very thought.
In which the DJ reads a special passage from Fry Zombie Fry.
In which the DJ hearkens back to a period of innocence and how a Public Service Announcement about zombies from the fifties might have gone down.
In which the DJ receives a call from a man stating the apocalypse was just what the human race needed.
In which the DJ spreads a little zombie poetry lovin’.