Posts, posts, everywhere, but not a drop to drink

So, I've been informed by an Anonymous reader that it is past time for a post. And who am I to argue with the demands of my public (which is, of course, vast and capable of great feats of literary discernment?) - therefore, friends, Romans and countrymen, prepare thyselves for a post. And what scintillating subject, you ask, will the Editor choose this fine morning? I hear a cry of "zombies" in the back of the audience. This is a distinct possibility. Or could it be vast quantities of hard liquor, or perhaps something even more sinister, baffling and ultimately enigmatic?

Actually, the zombie lab has changed locations once again, and although this may provide fodder for a subsequent posting, for the moment, we will explore the seedy underbelly of the internet. In five, four, three, two . . .