In which the DJ offers up a few ways to ring in the new year…apocalyptic style!
Yearly Archives: 2015
In which the DJ is caught napping and having a recursive dream. Ah recursion. And donuts.
The Dream…perhaps
In which the DJ does something most embarrassing…he sings a classic Christmas tune in the key of apocalypse.
Rudolph the Undead Reindeer
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)!
A cold still sucks
In which the DJ receives a heart-wrenching phone call.
The Sixth Of May
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, sponsored by the Department of Religious Studies at San Diego […]
Welcome to crazytown
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.
Awake And Live
In which the DJ laments on the old tradition of Christmas encroaching on Halloween. Ho. Ho. No!
Ho. Ho. No!
In which the DJ calls out the Zero Day Collective for ruining the night of nights.
We want our Halloween back
Of all the things I’ve lost…I miss these things the most. The DJ ponders this very thought.
Of all the things I’ve lost…
In which the DJ reads a special passage from Fry Zombie Fry.
A brief reading 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.
A better time for zombies
In which the DJ receives a call from a man stating the apocalypse was just what the human race needed.
This good thing called apocalypse
In which the DJ spreads a little zombie poetry lovin’.
The return of Zombie Poetry!
In which the Zombie Radio DJ makes a major announcement about a possible cure for the Mengele virus!
In the Fry of the storm
In which the DJ ponders if our only solution to survival is the colonization of Mars. Go big red planet, go!
Off to Mars
In which the DJ bemoans his last first world problem.
A first world apocalyptic problem
In which the Zombie Radio DJ reminds all the lovely ladies and gentlemens in the Zombie Radio Nation that they are not now nor every shall be alone.
You are not alone
In which the DJ wonders if zombies head are, as Mike Patton might have eluded to, like lettuce. Could the dead be a walking buffet? Lettuce Pray.
Lettuce Pray
In which the DJ reminds everyone within the apocalyptic landscape their salvation could come in the form of books…yay, books!