How Great Thou Art....Zombie Jesus.

So okay... I found this in the courtyard today.

Out of no where!  I have a rose bush in my courtyard.  It had one rose and it's gorgeous.  I went outside to write and set up the table near it.  The whole air smells like roses because of this one little flower.  It was so neat.  While I'm out there, tapping away at my smut, I suddenly hear these ethereal voices singing beautiful pristine music.

My first thought, of course is:

FAERIES!

HOLY SHIT!

THEY DO EXIST!

I was very disappointed to realised the song was a hymn ( "How Great Thou Art" to be exact) and it was Sunday.  There is a church somewhere nearby the either plays hymns from 12 - 4 or has an outdoor service with a lot of singing. Either way, I want to find this church.

While, we're on the subject of church...

So this is actually a story that happened to my roommate, John-Dram.  Little back story on John-Dram.  His father is insanely over-protective came here, moved him in, did a bunch of grocery-shopping, got Lane's number so that he could call and check up on his son, talked to us for a few hours about how shy and withdrawn Johnathan is and how he's afraid his son will just isolate and withdraw from the world.  So this is who I'm expecting, when we finally meet Johnathan.
What I get is an explosion of energy, a really funny conversation-filled guy, who likes to come home at random times, engage in quick-paced random discussions/story-telling sessions and then leaves again.  Also, in the week he's been here's he's slept over a "friend's" house twice.  When Mad Jack and I first met him his neck was covered in hickey's; we thought maybe he had a skin disease until they started fading...

Anyways, back to Zombie Jesus

Aww...He's so cute with his wounded hand and stuff.

This happened to John-Dram on Friday.

There was a zombie walk at the college.  Mad Jack and I did not go because we didn't hear about it until late and Mad Jack had been up since 6 am and walking most of the day (to get his immigration stuff settled; it's a 40 minute walk and Mad gets lost).  So no zombie walk for Capt. Thom.

Basically what you do if pay the people to paint you as a zombie (and join the walk, it's for charity) and then after your charity stumble, everyone goes to the pub and gets in for free.

Apparently, while at the pub, John-Dram met Zombie Jesus.  He had a Guinness in one hand (which has been described to me as a milkshake of beer) a bible in the other.  He had a full white robe, and a giant beard, and could be heard shouting at one point of time:  "you shall not pass!"

Apparently, in Ireland:

Gandalf

Zombie Jesus

=

I cannot wait until we get the bikes and Mad Jack and I can go into town without it becoming and all night project.  30 minutes of walking doesn't seem like a big deal, until you are doing it at midnight and have to get up for classes the next day.  When I master the bike, stories like Zombie Jesus will be mine!



P.S.
It's suddenly occurred to me, while I was pirating pictures of Zombie Jesus off the Internet, that I may have offended some people with a post about Zombie Jesus.  Have no fear, I don't mean any offence.  I was raised Episcopalian, I believe in a kind and merciful God, and I am well aware Jesus was not actually a zombie.  That was just a funny story about a drunk Irishman.

I know, just like everyone else here, that Jesus was a lich-king.