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Gert had seen a lot of dumb crap on television in her time -- especially reality television -- but she had to admit that this was the first time she'd seen reality television quite as stupid as I Didn't Know I Was A Zombie.

Today's episode was about Ryan, a waiter from Oregon in his twenties who apparently had only finally become aware of his zombie condition after trying to chow down on a coworker's brain -- which, according to a specialist the show had called on to consult, was probably 'six to seven months after Ryan began initial decay.'

Was Ryan shocked to discover that he was undead? Apparently so, given the fact that he'd been handling food for half a year after becoming a zombie. And his girlfriend, a musician who Gert personally thought could stand to cover some skin, was 'just as shocked as he was.'

This was really terrible, but somehow Gert couldn't look away.

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"... Is that a zombie reality TV show?"

You know, if Natalie was entirely honest, she couldn't even say she was surprised. Not really.

Reality TV was everywhere.

"That or a really long-term Punking," Gert confirmed. "I kind of can't believe it myself."

"Must be from one of the other universes," Natalie remarked, heading to the kitchen bit of the common room. While wondering whether eating while there was a zombie thing on was smart. "It's amazing what people will watch."

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Probably not, Natalie. Wasn't stopping Gert from enjoying an apple, though. It was good to build up your resistance to nausea from time to time. Or something.

"We can take comfort in the fact that apparently the ratings suck," she offered, holding up her phone, which she'd just been using to search Wikipedia for just that. "So that's something."

"Mm, my faith in humanity is partially restored." Not really. She got a box of cereal out, and a bowl. "What's it called, anyway?"

"I Didn't Know I Was A Zombie," Gert recited. "That's pretty much the premise. Apparently it's a common problem among zombies in certain parts of the country."

"Huh," Natalie said. Then shrugged. "Guess they're not the kind thatjust shuffle around eating brains, then. Or these people are exceptionally dumb."

"I figure you could miss it in this guy's case if you weren't looking for it," Gert shrugged with a nod toward the guy on the screen, who, yes, seemed capable enough of passing for alive. "He just seems kind of sick and laconic. You'd think at least his girlfriend would have noticed the smell, though."

"Eww."

Yeah, Natalie didn't really even have anything to add to that. It was just gross, if not stopping her from pouring milk onto her cereal.

"Well, some people don't pay attention to anything."

"Clearly."

Gert shrugged. "I'm trying to decide which is worse, this show or the version about people who didn't know they were pregnant."

"This," Natalie decided, as she came over to take a seat. "Pregnancy means some poor child is going to have an idiot like that for a mother."

If no one figured out you were a zombie? Everyone was an idiot.

"Yeah, wouldn't that make it worse?" Gert pointed out. "Though the perils of not knowing you're a zombie do involve higher stakes, I guess. This guy's been handling food for six months."

Natalie frowned a little at herself. "Sorry, I think the typist just had a brain freeze. That's the way I meant it, yeah. The pregnancy one is worse."

[Lol apparently I wrote the opposite of what I meant. HAVE CONFUSING META.]

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Emily was just going to stand there with a slice of pizza in her mouth for a while, staring at utter disbelief and a healthy amount of amusement.

"They just don't know what to do next, do they? Or they do, and they are all terrible ideas."

Great. This girl again.

"This looks like a rare case of 'they' not being the issue," Gert said dryly. "It's this idiot for not having basic observation skills."

Emily was going to operate under the impression that one single awkward conversation was no basis to stop talking to people. That and she had nothing better to do.

"Idiots filming bigger idiots? Although it's probably set up, like half of the reality shows out there."

"I wouldn't put it past network executives to sic a zombie attack on someone who looked like they'd have a good TV presence for a show," Gert had to admit. "Problem is, this guy's boring as crap. If they were going to set it up, they would've picked someone better."

Emily held her pizza towards the TV, as if she were about to make some statement, but she ultimately said nothing.

"Okay, I've got nothing. Then again, expecting a logical answer about a reality show...so bad it's good?" Emily said tentatively.

"You're really gonna try that? With this?" Gert asked, eyebrows shooting up. Her tone implied that no, she wasn't going to call this show good.

Mostly because she had too much pride to admit to guilty pleasures, and even if she didn't, this certainly wouldn't qualify. Which didn't really explain why it was on, but then she wasn't actually looking for an explanation for that.

Emily gave her a small smile. "I don't think anyone with half a brain would consider this good. Well, don't quote me on that, alright," she said as she glanced back at the show. Yeah, so bad it was awful.

"But- and I'm by no means trying to get all uppity here- most of the people who watch this probably have pretty bad standards. Maybe it's like the way people watch bad movies on purpose, but I think that's the whole so bad it's good thing again," Emily said with a short laugh. "Should've paid more attentionon Pop Culture class, perhaps."

"Yeah, like that's an excuse," Gert snarked, unimpressed. "Plenty of sucky stuff is popular, but that doesn't mean it's good work on the popular people's parts."

"Do you want to talk about the things that sell, or the things are good? Because they might overlap sometimes, but I get the feeling I'm cynic enough to say they have been doing so less and less," Emily answered as she held both her hands as if she were weighting two things; one still had the place she had been eating pizza from, at least.

"You're the one who just used people's low standards as a reason to call something 'good,'" Gert pointed out. "Not the same thing."

"I'm sorry. I guess I just like arguments. The purely-for-the-conversation ones, not the angry, offensive ones," said Emily as she lifted a hand defensively. And hey, Gert looked like the idoneous person to get into a somewhat constructive argument with.

"I mean, I like agreeing with people, but maybe not all the time."

Forgive Gert for being a little lost here, Emily. She liked devil's-advocating as much as the next girl, but something about this conversation in particular was just a little bizarre. "Right," she said slowly. "Well, congrats, you're officially most people."

Because agreeing all the time sucked.