I am friends with several guys in their 30s who mistakenly believe that a Zombie Apocalypse would be Flippin' Cool. These guys are also looking forward to 2012 with a vengeance, settling for an apocalypse without zombies but secretly hoping that somewhere along the way the zombies will become involved. Of course, in this fantasy, these guys are the strong, the survivors. They are the ones shooting zombies left and right with enhanced, double-barrel potato guns and post-apocalyptic slingshots. They are are not the ones who, as soon as the zombies come out of the ground, are the first to have their brains slurped down like a 7-Eleven Slurpee in the middle of a group of prepubescent baseball players on a 90 degree day because they accidentally tripped on a rock in front of the first zombie to un-die. In reality, a zombie apocalypse would be Darwinism at its finest. Only the very strongest would survive. You get migraines? While you're suf...