One night I was with some friends and we got to talking about the apocalypse. One friend talked about the Bible version, you know, with the four horsemen and all that. The rest of us were focused on the zombie apocalypse because we’re not as smart or holy as that other girl, but are very hip to pop culture. It’s all the rage, you know, the zombie apocalypse ~ the undead stalking humanity, eating brains and stuff ~ our friend was getting a little frustrated with our flippant view of the apocalypse. What frustrated me was that I couldn’t pronounce the word apocalypse. It kept coming out alpacalypse.
My muse took a liking to my mispronunciation. The zombie alpacalypse. Zombie alpacas. I love alpacas, and the thought of a zombie alpaca horrifies me. It’s sort of like those killer bunnies in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Gentle animals gone stark raving mad! Musie told me to run with it.
I don’t know if anyone else is as cracked-up with this weirdness as I am ~ after all it was inspired during an evening of much laughter and a little too much wine. But as you know, art (ha!) is at the mercy of the muse no matter when, where, or in what state of mind it strikes. And so my “art” was born.
Not only is this magnet displayed loudly and proudly on my refrigerator, I decided to put more like it up for sale in my Etsy shop on the off chance others have a fear or fascination with zombie alpacas. It’s all about sharing, you guys.
Happy weekend to you all.