I was thrilled to find myself chuckling at reading the editorial on the Humans vs. Zombies game. Even players should have a laugh at their nominated status, as if life as we know it veered into some off-beat version of “Revenge of the Nerds,” and the writer somehow imagined himself as the jock on campus (though said writer may not laugh when jocks get zombie fever, too).
The epic generalization of “socially stunted children” was the best attribute, traversing the bounds of witticism about as far as one can stretch a rubber band. Sadly, the writer gave him/herself away with the overabundant knowledge of geekdom, leading readers to wonder just where he or she stands in “this mysterious herd of humanity.”
Here’s a thought: Everyone knows that person in a crowd who is a little too worried about not being taken seriously and acts like a total diva whenever teased. You know, the type whose face would crack and fall off before laughing at a joke just to prove how above-it-all he really is?
This is the type that has so handicapped his own ability to have fun that the sight of anyone enjoying themselves in a silly, stress-busting game of pop culture tag incites a jealous rage and a curious need to make a bigger deal out of it than the geeky gamers themselves.
However, as a network of more than 1,000 UF students, Human vs. Zombies opens its arms (and darts) even to the occasional sourpuss.
