In which the Zombie Radio DJ confesses that he nearly hung up his mic.
I Am Lost. I Am Found.
The Zombie Radio DJ ponders what he’d do if he were given a time machine.
If I Had A Time Machine
In which the DJ warns that power shouldn’t be given to someone just because they wear a suit.
Never Trust A Suit
In which the Zombie Radio DJ laments missing out on summertime … thanks to the undead horde.
I Miss Summertime
In which the Zombie Radio DJ reacts to seeing someone do something very, very … apocalyptic-ally stupid.
Apocalyptic-ally Stupid
In which the DJ reacts to seeing a naked zombie in the street. Where there’s a metaphor, there’s a way.
Naked And Not Afraid
In which the Zombie Radio DJ goes off on hatred.
Hatred Be Gone!
In which the Zombie Radio DJ makes a profound wish.
A World With No Borders
In which the Zombie Radio DJ talks about depression.
On Depression
In which the Zombie Radio DJ ponders the question, “How does humankind always manage to put itself in such situations?”
How Did We Get Here?
In which the Zombie Radio DJ bemoans a case of zombie pink eye.
Down With the Apocalyptic Sickness
In which the Zombie Radio DJ offers yet another silver lining to be gleaned from the Apocalypse.
All The News That’s Fit To Nom
In which the Zombie Radio DJ ponders what if the apocalypse hit during a different time period.
An apocalypse “what if?”
The Zombie Radio DJ steps up on his post apocalyptic soapbox to declare how much we need art and artists to help us survive the undead nightmare.
Why We Need Artists
In which the Zombie Radio DJ not only realizes another silver lining to the apocalypse, he comes up with a brilliant idea.
Apocalyptic Tax Break
Whatever could it be? A taco truck, driven by zombies? Or a taco truck serving up hot, undead treats? Listen to the latest from the Zombie Radio DJ.
Zombie Taco Truck
In which the Zombie Radio DJ makes a vow to himself to seek out friendship … when the apocalyptic dust settles.
A Vow To Friendship
In which the Zombie Radio DJ implores his listeners, that once the apocalypse has faded into a dusty memory, humanity must return to being social creatures.