This is a robot zombie. He has hung on the door leading to the upstairs at home for roughly three years.
You can probably guess it's the work of Sean Adams.
Sean put that on the door as a way of scaring me, but it has done nothing but make me smile every time I have looked it. Though lately, the zombie has been hurting. To hang in such a place means that it can get hit and, ultimately, ripped.
Robot zombie was in pretty bad shape, and it had reached the point where he needed to be addressed. Though I'll eventually look to preserve it, I just didn't want to see it taken down. I'm not ready to. So with the help of some packaging tape, our friend was rebuilt.
We have the technology.
I'd call him the Six Million Dollar Robot Zombie, but we simply don't have that kind of budget.
You wouldn't be wrong to assume that some of this is about not wanting to let go of Sean's youth. That is completely correct.
Plus, like I said, it makes me smile. I'm not sure I need to analyze it any more than that.
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